A human male, whose most distinctive physical is his brightly colored hair. He carries himself with an air of caution and respect around Tessa. His personality is empathetic and patient. He is willing to adopt a Lycan from a shelter out of loneliness and a desire to improve their life, demonstrating kindness and compassion. Despite potential risks involved, he makes efforts to ensure Tessa feels comfortable in her new environment. However, he also displays prudence by keeping precautions such as the collar on Tessa, indicating that while kind-hearted, he isn't naive about the potential dangers associated with housing a Lycan.

The Lycan woman being brought towards the door looked similar to the photo Carter had seen online, though she was much more cleaned up now. Her wild hair was brushed and she was dressed fully. They probably made her look nicer for adoption. Almost as soon as Carter's hand took the envelope and then the leash, the two that dropped off the Lycan seemed to practically run to their car. It made him a little worrisome that he had gotten himself into more than he could handle. Sure, she was sedated now, but they were clearly happy to get rid of her.

"Let's go inside," said Carter as he led her into his home. The doorway led into the living room, and once he had shut the door behind them, he let go of the leash. Once he was sure she wasn't going to freak out he would take off the collar and such, but for now, it seemed like a good idea to keep it on. The living room had a small sofa with a coffee table and a television in it, which had video games and movies stacked neatly in the cabinet underneath the TV.

Sitting on the sofa, Carter opened up the yellowy envelope and looked at the contents inside. He thought it a little cruel to have her wearing a collar. It reminded him of a shock collar on a dog. But he would cross that bridge when he got there. Lycans, as he had read online, could be dangerous. He would keep the collar on her just until he knew she wasn't going to attack him or anything.

"The papers say your name is Tessa. Is that what you want me to call you? My name is Carter." As he spoke, he held some of the papers in his hand. They all had various information on it and he would probably read more of it later. For now, he wanted to make sure this Lycan, Tessa, was able to transition smoothly into his home. This was her home, now too, and he wanted her to know that.

The slight, but surprisingly gentle tug on the leash urged her inside, and Tessa found herself staring at the back of his head until they were inside and the door was shut. His hair was so bright. What was more surprising than the vibrant color of his hair, however, was the way that he released the leash once they were inside. Just like that? Surely this was a trick! Had they not told him anything about her when he'd done the adoption, was he believing he was getting a calm, docile lycan? Interesting. Humans were... so strange, still, it seemed that hadn't changed. Anytime she thought she was starting to understand the species at all, they did something she didn't expect.

She watched him sit down but made no move to leave the spot she'd paused in, her eyes moving between him and the door multiple times before she rubbed at her eyes again. The damn sedatives always made her so sleepy. She looked back at him at the sound of her name, cocking her head slightly as she realized what he was saying. Her name, and his.

"Tessa." She repeated her name but otherwise said nothing, already looking around the room before taking one small, hesitant step further into the house. It was surprisingly neat, almost as if he had been expecting her, oh, of course he'd been expecting her! "Tessa. Carter."

It seemed that the Lycan was capable of understanding and speaking speech, which was a large relief. In her personal profile online, there wasn't a large amount of information about her so he wasn't sure what exactly to expect. Some research told him to prepare for the worse, though it seemed maybe Tessa wouldn't be so bad. The search had pointed out that some Lycans weren't able to speak or understand words well and that they had to be taught like a child. It was a relief that he didn't have to worry about that.

"Well, nice to meet you, Tessa," said Carter as he laid the paperwork and the folder on the coffee table in front of him. He kept the remote for the collar near him, though. He'd want to take it off of her once he was sure he could trust her, but he didn't want her to take the remote and either hurt herself with it or take the collar off before they were ready for that step. Tessa's small step further into the house was a welcoming sight. Perhaps she'd adjust well. Carter was hopeful, though he knew he might be encountering an entirely different personality when the drugs wore off.

"Did they feed you breakfast? Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat," offered the man in an attempt to make her feel more welcomed into her new home.

While she was perfectly fine that he was all the way on the couch far from her, Tessa did not like the way that he kept the remote so close. She knew full well what it did to the collar around her neck, and although she'd only managed to incur the wrath of the staff a handful of times, she would never forget how much it hurt when they used it.

"No breakfast." Nor did she think she could eat with the nausea the sedative came with. Just the thought of it made her stomach churn slightly as she continued to look around the house, making no move to go forward until she'd analyzed her surroundings the best she could. The different escape routes if she needed them, how many rooms there were, and where the highest point was that she could survey better from.

A part of her was ready to bolt and find somewhere, anywhere that gave her an advantage to hide in. The other part knew if she made one wrong move, she might find herself trapped or punished for it, and after she finished surveying her attention returned to him.

"Where to hide?" Her English was neither fantastic nor terrible, and she awkwardly voiced the question while hovering close to the door of the house. The leash still hung loosely down her front as she fiddled with it, deciding that as soon as she was alone she could work on removing it entirely.

After declining breakfast, Carter watched the Lycan woman look around the house. It seemed like she was trying to take in every detail possible. He didn't blame her for that, of course. This was an entirely new environment and he wasn't sure she had even been in a house before. The poor girl was probably super overwhelmed.

"Where to hide?" he repeated, not expecting that question to be asked. "Well, I don't know about hiding but I have a room ready for you." Carter stood up and motioned for Tessa to follow him. He walked towards and then down the hallway that was connected to the living room and stopped at the first set of doors, opening the left one. "This is your room," he said as he opened the door.

The room was small, but so were all the rooms in the house. It had a small wooden dresser, a bed, and a nightstand next to the bed, but that was all. When he moved in, all this furniture was already in this room, but Carter didn't have many guests that a guest room was needed, so he just left it as is. When preparing for Tessa, however, he had made some changes and made sure it was livable. The window only opened a small bit so he was sure she couldn't open it and crawl out and the door locked from the hallway instead of inside the room. Research had told him that Lycans could be escape artists so he took precautions. The bed was made with a warm, dark blue comforter and matching pillows.

Once the door was open, he moved out of the way so she could enter. "You can come in here whenever you want. It's your room."

Well, that had gone easier than expected. Tessa hadn't expected him to understand what she'd meant so quickly, let alone accept it without getting angry. He even showed her to somewhere that not only could she hide for now, but he was saying the room was for her. She had her own room? Surely there was a catch to it and it was merely a reinforced cell like at the shelter, but as she cautiously walked after him and peered through the open door, she found it was anything but a cell.

Even though it was small like some of the better quality cells for the well behaved Lycans at the shelter, this one offered a proper bed complete with colored bedding, and two other items of furniture. It even had a window she could look out of, and once he was out of the way she slunk through the doorway and immediately over to the window. She could see outside.

"Mine?" She turned partway from the window to look at him with a confused expression, her attention divided between the outdoors and this man who had adopted her. He didn't seem too bad so far, but many of them didn't until they decided she wasn't nearly civilized enough for their taste. So many of the workers had gotten overly pushy and frustrated with her, and biting them had only made her situation worse. "Why you get me?"

Tessa immediately went to the window, which was a bit amusing to Carter. Though, he wondered if she got to see much of the outside in the shelter. He had never actually been inside a Lycan shelter before, only seen pictures occasionally online. She probably didn't have a window, he assumed. "Yeah. This is your room. I have one down the hall, but this one is yours," assured Carter.

Her next question made him take a moment to think about how he wanted to phrase his answer. He was going to be honest, but he wasn't sure if it would make the same sense to her as it would him. "Well, I was lonely. And I thought if I adopted a Lycan, I could make their life better, too." Tessa just looked so sad in her photo. They all did, really. Either the photographers for the shelter were bad at their job or all the Lycans housed there were just sad and angry.

"Can I take the leash off? I don't think we need it inside the house." Carter stepped into the doorway of the bedroom but remained several feet apart. They were both still wary of each other and he didn't want to risk making her uncomfortable.

"Lonely." Why would a human be lonely when they had all the freedom in the world to socialize with their own kind? Tessa gave him a strange look at his answer, one hand pressed against the window as she nudged through the blinds and one going to the collar around her neck. The leash, of course. The shelter had learned their lesson after some of their earlier captures and reinforced and made the leashes more difficult to unclip, at least according to the rumors between the wolves. Just because she didn't want anything to do with the humans didn't mean she avoided talking to her own kind, and she'd had a handful of conversations with the nearby cells containing other "untamed" Lycans before her sudden adoption.

"No leash." She sounded uncertain and fumbled with it, the metal digging into her fingertips as she tried and failed to undo it. Either they had really upgraded them, or she was having trouble as the sedative settled in and began to taper off. Whatever the case, it left her no option but to allow the human to remove it unless she wanted to drag it around indefinitely.

Her hand fell from the leash and she stepped away from the window slightly, watching him from across the room before she finally grabbed the length of the leash and held it out toward him silently. It never seemed to take the handlers long to clip it on or take it off, but they were professionally trained with all of their equipment and he was not. Still, what was the worst that was going to happen? He looked just as wary of her as she was of him.

"Lonely," agreed Carter with a nod. She seemed a little confused by that and he wondered why but decided it was best to leave the subject for now. He was more concerned with getting her comfortable around him and the house. Once she was comfortable, Carter was sure things would be easier for the both of them.

It seemed that Tessa didn't know how to unclip the leash, which was understandable. The handlers probably made it difficult on purpose. She was receptive to his offer of removing it, though. He took the few steps forward to get closer to her and took the leash that she held out to him.

Slowly and carefully, so he wouldn't spook her, Carter reached under her chin to the clip of the leash. It took him a second to figure out because it had a double locking mechanism, but he got it off and laid it on top of the dresser for now.

"There you go." Carter took a step back and smiled softly at her. "We'll work on taking the collar off later. I think we'll keep it on for a while, though." It seemed a little cruel to make the collar permanent, but he didn't want to risk either of them getting hurt.

Tessa only realized when he stepped back that she'd been holding her breath, and her eyes shifted between the dresser and him before she made a face. It didn't really feel any better to have the leash off, but at least now she had the freedom of being able to move around without someone yanking her every which way. In fact, as soon as she had a chance she intended to dispose of the leash however she could, even if that meant stashing it somewhere he simply couldn't find it, since she doubted he would just let her roam around freely.

The fact that the collar was remaining on only reinforced that thought, although she was mystified by his comment about taking it off later. Did he intend to release her back to her own people, or did he intend to try and befriend her and trust she wouldn't harm him? Despite being half animal, Tessa wasn't overly violent by nature. She was young, unused to civilization despite her limited speech and ability to understand basic human conveniences. She understood just fine what bathrooms were, how toilets and showers worked, and even things like shampoo and soap, although her selection of them had always been limited even when living with her own people. Their noses were rather sensitive, after all, and most products were either natural or unscented to avoid making them sick.

"Food... later?" She rubbed at her eyes and returned to the window, satisfied with the distance between it and where he now stood smiling. Strange creature, smiling in the face of what most would consider danger, and offering her food and a room of her own. Whatever the catch was here, she was going to enjoy it until it showed.

Tessa didn't seem too bothered by the collar remaining on her, which made Carter feel better. She was probably just used to wearing it from where she came from, but it looked uncomfortable in his opinion. He just also didn't trust her without it, though. Surely, they'd be able to work things out soon enough. Or at least he hoped.

"We can have food later," agreed the man with a nod of his head. "Just tell me when you're hungry and I'll make you something to eat. I'm going to go finish reading these papers out here." The room was secure, as was the house, so he was fine with leaving her in the room to wake up fully from the sedatives and adjust. Besides, he wanted to look over all the paperwork and make sure there wasn't any specific he needed to do. The handlers that brought her were too quick to leave, not letting him have any time to ask any questions. Carter was lucky he had done some research before they got here.

Shutting the door partly, Carter walked down the hallway and returned to the couch where he could sit and look through the papers. He was wearing a jacket, so he put the remote in the pocket for now. He would have to take extra care not to lose it or let Tessa get to it. He was sure she'd try to destroy it if she had the chance, though he was hopeful he wouldn't have to use it. Tessa seemed calm at the moment, but Carter wasn't sure how much of that calm was personality and how much of it was sedatives.


A Lycan, a creature with both human and wolf-like characteristics. Her appearance reflects this dual nature, featuring traits such as sharp canines and pointed ears even in her human form. She has wild hair. Tessa is cautious yet observant, quickly analyzing her new environment and its potential escape routes. Despite her wariness of humans---stemming from past experiences---she displays an ability to communicate and shows signs of understanding basic human conveniences. However, there's an underlying hint of defiance in her actions; she doesn't shy away from questioning Carter's motives or rearranging the room to suit her needs better.

Tessa didn't seem too bothered by the collar remaining on her, which made Carter feel better. She was probably just used to wearing it from where she came from, but it looked uncomfortable in his opinion. He just also didn't trust her without it, though. Surely, they'd be able to work things out soon enough. Or at least he hoped.

"We can have food later," agreed the man with a nod of his head. "Just tell me when you're hungry and I'll make you something to eat. I'm going to go finish reading these papers out here." The room was secure, as was the house, so he was fine with leaving her in the room to wake up fully from the sedatives and adjust. Besides, he wanted to look over all the paperwork and make sure there wasn't any specific he needed to do. The handlers that brought her were too quick to leave, not letting him have any time to ask any questions. Carter was lucky he had done some research before they got here.

Shutting the door partly, Carter walked down the hallway and returned to the couch where he could sit and look through the papers. He was wearing a jacket, so he put the remote in the pocket for now. He would have to take extra care not to lose it or let Tessa get to it. He was sure she'd try to destroy it if she had the chance, though he was hopeful he wouldn't have to use it. Tessa seemed calm at the moment, but Carter wasn't sure how much of that calm was personality and how much of it was sedatives.

"Food later." Tessa nodded her head and watched him leave the room before she turned back to the window, staring outside and taking in the scenery curiously. This wasn't anything like the shelter, but it also wasn't quite like her life with her own people had been. It was possibly something in the middle, but that still remained to be seen once she was fully sobered up and he'd adjusted to having her in his home.

Tessa went to the door after a minute of looking out the window, peering out it and down the hall to see where he was sitting on the couch with her paperwork. The remote was nowhere in sight, which meant he clearly had it on him or had hidden it so she couldn't get to it. Smart man, which was unfortunate for her, because it signaled that he wasn't completely unwilling to use it. Then again, what human wouldn't defend themselves if they feared an attack by a wild animal, whether they were in human form or not? Her pointed ears, when exposed, were an easy way for anyone to identify what she was, and then the sharp canines inside her mouth that grew to much bigger when she was granted the freedom to shift.

Having spotted where he was and establishing that he was far away enough he couldn't stop her from closing the door, she closed it quietly and then moved over by the bed to push at the nightstand. It took some effort to figure out how to maneuver it across the carpeted floor at first, but once she figured out how to do it she made haste in moving it over to put against the door and keep it blocked.

The next step was investigating the bed, which she started by sniffing at it and poking at the covers. They were soft, and after a moment of contemplation she sprawled out on the mattress and pressed her face into the pillow. It was far softer than anything the shelter had provided during her stay there, but it didn't feel safe. That could be remedied easily enough, some pushing at the bed to ensure there was some space between it and the wall before she pulled all the covers off and onto the floor to create a sort of nest for herself. *Perfect.*


A 10-year-old girl who is small for her age, struggling with tasks such as scooping ice cream due to her size. She's quick to show emotion, whether it be fear or excitement, suggesting that she wears her heart on her sleeve. She has a maturing taste in entertainment and seeks new experiences rather than sticking with the familiar. Her sarcastic retort to Theo's joke hints at a budding sense of humor. While she appreciates having fun, she also values fairness and sensitivity, as shown by her reaction to Theo's dismissive joke after the near-accident incident in the kitchen.

Mindy was excited and a little scared. She had just turned 10, and her parents said that she and her brother were old enough now that they could be left alone for much longer than before. They said that they were going to go on vacation for a week, and she would be staying home with her older brother.

She was scared to be alone; that's what she was really afraid of. She told herself though that what she was afraid of was having her brother in charge of her for a whole week. She wasn't REALLY afraid of him or anything; he didn't really do anything bad to her, but she just found it annoying that she would have to listen to him for a whole week and kept imagining him bossing her around and making her do all the chores and just being unfair.

She knew she was going to miss her parents, though, and so when they left for their vacation, she gave her mom and dad a big hug and said a tearful goodbye.

Theo was excited and just perfectly at ease, looking forward to the coming week. With his little sister just turning 10, their parents had decided that they would be fine staying alone for a longer while than before. And thus, they had decided to go on a vacation for a week, letting their kids stay at home.

Sure, having to spend the week watching Mindy wasn't really high on his list of priorities, but he wasn't afraid of it or anything. No, he could live with that; she wasn't a bad kid. Just... the usual annoying little sister. With her being 10 and him 16, of course, he would find her annoying, even if he knew that it was a law of the universe or something.

As Mindy, his sister, was having a tearful goodbye with their parents, Theo stood about two meters to the side, hands in his pockets, just watching and hoping that this would be over quickly. After all, he could barely wait to get his Playstation hooked up to the big TV in the living room instead of the far smaller one in his room. As finally, after giving him last minute instructions what to do, their parents had climbed into the car and were driving off, Theo turned to Mindy and said, "So, how about ice cream and then pizza for dinner?"

Mindy finally let her parents go and watched them drive away. A short time after that, Theo asked about having ice cream and pizza. But wait, the way he said that was a little strange. "Huh? Do you mean ice cream AND THEN PIZZA!?" Mindy asked him. That sounded absolutely bizarre, wouldn't that mean they were having dessert first?

The strange thought combined with the great food idea Theo gave immediately eased the concerns she had, and she started to think maybe this could be a fun week. She just thought the idea of having dessert first was a little weird.

Giving Mindy, Theo sometimes hated their parents for giving them these stupid names; a big grin, Theo nodded and chuckled. Damn, his little sister was really easy to excite. "Sure, I mean, why not, right? It's not like mom and dad can forbid it. Come on, I'll call the pizza place, and you go and grab the ice cream from the freezer." And if she was happy, it would be much easier to get her out of the way for him to spend the entire evening playing games in the living room.

"Uhhh... OK." Mindy said, still a little thrown off by this idea. She did not hate it though. She did as Theo said and went to grab some peanut butter swirl ice cream out of the freezer. She began dishing it up, to the sound of a lot of clanging bowls as she tried to manage the ice cream scoop. Her size worked against her somewhat, considering the ice cream carton on the counter was at about chin height for her and she had to get her elbow way into the air just to scoop.

When Theo came into the kitchen to see how Mindy was doing, he had to smirk, seeing the adorable sight of her trying to fill up the bowls with ice cream. And it was just hilarious as well as cute. Feeling a bit bad for her, he grabbed a chair and pulled it over, putting it on the ground next to her. "Here, climb on that, yeah?"

"Hmm? Oh, thanks!" Mindy responded to the chair Theo had brought for her to stand on. She slid the ice cream carton over just a bit and then climbed up on the chair. The angle made it a lot easier to get the leverage she needed, but the ice cream was still pretty hard since it had been previously opened and had been in the freezer for a bit. She was managing to get some good scoops out now, but she had to use jerky motions in order to get the strength she needed, and that was making the chair wobble and scoot in a dangerous manner.

Already seeing her all but falling, Theo scooped in right behind the chair and acted before he could think about it. With a yelped, "Hey, watch out," he lunged forward and steadied his little sister by grabbing her around the middle, holding her with his hands. Damn, she was small, even for a 10 year old. Or he was big, could also be. Well, he wasn't small, especially for a teenager. Still, he thought he could actually reach completely around her with his hands if he squeezed a bit. Not that he planned to, he didn't want to hurt her, it was just a thought. And he could hurt her because damn she was small and soft. He squashed that thought, it was just strange. Even if she was.

"Can't have you falling and splitting open your head. Then I would have to find a replacement for you and train it to behave like you to fool mom and dad, geez that would be a lot of work," he joked, grinning at Mindy.

"Well thanks a lot!" Mindy said in a harsh sarcastic tone in regards to Theo's joke. She was rattled by almost falling. She was glad Theo caught her, but she was too scared and she did not really appreciate his joke. Without saying a word, she simply dropped the ice cream scoop inside the carton and stepped down from the chair, slipping out of Theo's grip in the process.

She immediately ran over to a cushioned chair in the living room and pulled her knees to her chest while she calmed down. She was scared, and she was also mad at Theo's dismissive joke that felt like it both belittled her as well as pointed out just how bad that could have been. She sniffled as her turbulent emotions at the incident had her already holding back tears.

"Hey, wha—" yelped Theo as Mindy slipped out of his grip, but she was already gone. Urgh, that stupid brat. He looked after her as she ran out of the kitchen and with a sigh, let his head sink. Great work Theo, just great. She's just a kid, she couldn't... yeah, little sisters were annoying. Still, he had to take care of her, thus fuck this. With yet another sigh, he finished the job she had begun, scooping the ice cream out of the carton and then closing the carton and putting it back into the freezer.

A moment later, he carried the two bowls into the living room and went over to the cushioned chair in which Mindy had taken refuge. "Hey, I was just joking, I didn't mean it, okay?" he said as softly as he could, kneeling down next to the chair and holding one of the bowls with the ice cream out in front of Mindy. "It's fine, nothing happened, I got you and we can have ice cream and we can watch Wall-E. Or Frozen. Or How to tame your dragon."

"Mmm... th.. thanks." Mindy said, almost apologetically. She had managed to calm down in the short time it took Theo to serve the ice cream, and she realized she was wrong for blaming him. She was still mad, though, so she didn't actually say the words 'I'm sorry.'

She took a bite of the ice cream, and it calmed her down further. She was able to focus more on what she wanted now and listen to all the movies Theo listed off. "I've already seen all those movies way too many times, though," she complained. When she was younger, she liked to watch the same movies over and over and over again. Now, though, her tastes were maturing a little and she wanted to see something new.

Sitting down himself on the couch and putting his bowl down on the sofa table, Theo thought of how to do this. He wanted to pacify Mindy, because for some reason, she seemed upset, but apparently, her favorite movies did not do the trick. Well, at least he thought they were his favorite movies, he wasn't sure. Little girls liked Disney movies, didn't they? Leaning forward and to the side, he grabbed the arm of the armchair and unceremoniously pulled it closer, with Mindy, of course, still sitting on it, but now she was close enough that he could ruffle her hair if he wished to. Not that he did, but still.

With a slightly overacted gasp, he made a jokingly shocked expression. "Wha, how dare you! Wall-E is a classic and How to train your dragon is a masterwork of cinema magic! Pha, but fine, have it your way, bha." It was obvious that he was only goofing around, but he did actually happen to like both movies. So screw him. He was a sixteen-year-old guy who liked kids' movies. Well, some kids' movies, that is. "Okay, not those movies... what do you wanna see then?"

So, was he making her choose something? She couldn't really decide right now! Mindy's mind started to work on figuring something out. She had seen all the movies over and over again, but some of her favorite TV shows kept coming out with some good new stuff.

When she thought about it a little more, she kind of wanted to watch My Little Pony on Hulu. However, she was not really sure if Theo would like to watch this. Was there something less... umm... like that they could be watching? She suddenly realized she knew something great they could watch.

"What about Miraculous Ladybug?" She suggests. It was kind of like a superhero movie, and she really liked the characters and the story they had going on there. She would really like to watch that.

In fact, most likely Theo would enjoy My Little Pony a lot, because come on, the new series was actually funny, well made, and intelligent, but still, he would never admit that. When Mindy suggested Miraculous Ladybug, though, Theo knew what she was speaking about. He had never seen even a single episode of it, but he did have seen some lewd pictures of the main character on some site. "Sure," he replied with a shrug and reached out to grab the remote and turned on the TV. He took a bit of the ice cream, pushed it into his mouth with a spoon and left the spoon there before he activated Netflix and began to search for the series his little sister had asked for.

That being done, he leaned back, kicked his feet on the table, knowing full well that his parents would never allow that, and was sure he would not like the show. But hey, at least he could imagine the main character, a French girl in a skintight suit, sucking his dick. Yes, that would do.

Theo seemed to easily agree to Mindy's request for Ladybug, and as he searched through them, she saw that there were indeed new episodes out. It had been getting pretty interesting with Hawk Moth having almost found the keeper of the Miraculous, and it was looking more and more like Marinette might finally be able to confess to Adrien.

She was excited to see if one of these things did finally happen, but she was also wondering if maybe Theo might want to watch it from the beginning to see the things he had not seen yet. She watched him, wondering what he was going to do when he picked an episode. She decided not to say anything and just let him do what he wanted in terms of what episode to watch.

Not really caring for the story of the series at all, Theo simply searched for it on Netflix and then clicked on it, starting the next episode after the one that had just been watched. This was, after all, for Mindy's benefit, not his own, so what did he care about what episode it would air? Leaning back, he threw a glance at Mindy, hoping that this would pacify her properly. Then he could later perhaps park her somewhere and start gaming on the large screen.

As the episode started running, he did notice that damn, how can a girl that age be allowed to run around in skin-tight latex in a kid's show? Was it any wonder that there were dozens of lewd pictures of her on the internet? French, right? At least he could imagine she was hot; the animations made that easy for him.

The episode started with them transformed. Ladybug and Cat Noir got the Akuma, and then did their fist bumps as they ran off back to their normal lives. Mindy was a little disappointed somehow that Theo wasn't showing a lot of interest, but it was OK. She did get to watch the new episode for herself after all.


A 16-year-old teenager who is noticeably larger than his younger sister, Mindy. He's able to easily catch her when she nearly falls and is amused by her struggles with everyday tasks. His easygoing personality shines through in his decision to eat dessert before dinner and his casual approach to watching TV shows he doesn't particularly care for. He's quick-witted, as shown by his joking nature, but lacks sensitivity at times which can cause friction with Mindy. Despite this, he demonstrates responsibility when it matters, like preventing an accident or trying to reconcile with Mindy after their argument. His interests lean towards gaming and prefers more mature content when it comes to entertainment.

Not really caring for the story of the series at all, Theo simply searched for it on Netflix and then clicked on it, starting the next episode after the one that had just been watched. This was, after all, for Mindy's benefit, not his own, so what did he care about what episode it would air? Leaning back, he threw a glance at Mindy, hoping that this would pacify her properly. Then he could later perhaps park her somewhere and start gaming on the large screen.

As the episode started running, he did notice that damn, how can a girl that age be allowed to run around in skin-tight latex in a kid's show? Was it any wonder that there were dozens of lewd pictures of her on the internet? French, right? At least he could imagine she was hot; the animations made that easy for him.


A 34 years old, sexually frustrated housewife who exudes a strong sense of sexuality and confidence. She is attractive with a well-maintained body, given the boy's intense attraction towards her. Her coy smile and teasing manner show she enjoys playing the seductress. She is assertive and in control, guiding Mike through their intimate encounter with both patience and enthusiasm. She is in sexual matters and takes pleasure in being the dominant partner in this scenario. Her actions reflect a certain adventurous spirit coupled with a nurturing side as she comforts and guides Mike.

"Thank you, Mike," Stephanie said with a coy smile, turning towards him. "I always like a man who can help a girl with her bra." She shrugged her shoulders forward so that the straps of her bra fell down her arms. Then, with her mouth open as if in surprise, she let the bra fall off and revealed her breasts to the boy.

She stood and let him stare for a moment, then lifted her hands and cupped them under her pale round breasts, lifting them so that her stiffening dark pink nipples pointed right at Mike. Then she quickly let them go, so that they bounced back into place, and she giggled. "I think we should gather up our things and go to my bedroom, Mike. Do you want to do that?"

For a moment, or two, the mind of the boy went blank. There they were, wonderful, beautiful, desirable breasts, the breasts of a sexy woman who wanted him. His heart beating like it was about to jump from his chest and his throat dry. Mike nodded numbly and could not tare his eyes from the sight in front of him even if he had wanted to. Inside his pants, his boner was already raging hard and pushing against its confinement, like he wanted to be freed immediately.

Out of an inborn instinct, or perhaps just because it felt right, Mike took Miss Stephanie's hand in his own, though it immediately reminded him of the fact that she was bigger and older than him... and so awesomely sexy, even her hands were sexy. Her skin was tingling against his own, her body was warm, and he had the thought that it was calling out to him. To touch her. To kiss her. To do things with her he shouldn't do.

Like a willingless toy, which he was for her by now, he could now be led along any way she wanted it.

In her bedroom now, Stephanie sat down on her bed, leaving Mike standing in front of her. She reached out and unbuttoned his pants, then unzipped them, then let them fall to the floor. "Well, look at this!" she said, smiling as she soaked in the sight of his little boner through his briefs. She reached out and touched it, rubbing up its length.

"Wow," she said reverentially. "It's so hard, it's so big!" She grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, his little hard-on popping out proudly. She squeeled at the sight of it. "Oh Mike!" she exclaimed. "You're so well hung! What a beautiful cock!" She looked up at the boy. "Can I kiss it? Can I suck it? Please!!!"

Now whatever Mike had thought would happen, this hadn't been it. He hadn't even dared to hope that this could or would happen. But here he was, standing naked, his boner out, in front of the nearly equally naked Miss Stephanie. And she looked at him with those eyes... He let out a low moan as he felt her hands on his cock, his meat shivering in delight. He bit his lip in nervous anticipation and nodded.

"Hmmm... please do...," he managed to breath out, though he had no idea how he had managed to do that. "Suck on it..."

Now, Stephanie had never had a boy's cock in her mouth before. She was used to having her husband's, or before him, various lovers and friends, and all of them were adults. Even the first time she pleased a man with her mouth, when she was thirteen, he was her older sister's seventeen-year-old boyfriend. And what a big cock he had! So she was used to having her mouth completely full, even with just the head inside and having to struggle to get any of it down her throat at all.

But this cock—oh this was sweet! It's not that she didn't like a big cock, what girl doesn't, but it was awfully fun to get half of Mike's boyhood in her mouth without even having to worry about her throat, and swallowing it was a piece of cake, all the way down until his little nearly-hairless balls were at her chin. She started bobbing on it, letting his fat little head slide in and out of her throat.

He was making the most delightfully cute sounds, little moans, and sighs. And he tasted surprisingly good, a lot of manly sweat and musk on his boy-cock! She pulled it off when she tasted a little bit of precum. She dropped off of the bed, down to her knees, and held his shaft up and leaned under and kissed his sweet pale balls. She looked up at him, his cock right in her face. "Will you cum in my mouth, Mike? Will you let me taste your spunk?"

Mike was like molten wax in her hands; even if he had been able to form a single thought in his mind, he wouldn't have wanted to. This was just HEAVEN!!!

He groaned and moaned under his breath, staring at this wonderful, beautiful woman sucking at his cock, the sensation just too much for him to really comprehend. He was unable to do or say or even think anything; he was simply overwhelmed by the mindblowing feeling of having his private parts handled in such a loving manner by an adult woman. It was like his brain had been exchanged with exploding fireworks.

And as she asked him if he would let her taste his cum, his mind went totally blank. Overcharged with the thoughts he had beforehand and the sheer magnitude of what was happening to him, he could only nod and moan under his breath, his knees threatening to give out under him. His juvenile dick was shivering in joy and dripping his pre-cum like crazy. He was unable to really reply in any manner other than doing whatever she would command or lead him to do.

Stephanie smiled up at him, then licked a big drip of precum off his cockhead. She rolled her tongue around in her mouth and smacked her lips. "You taste so good, Mike." She took his head in her mouth, gave it a suck, then pulled it out. "Your cock is so big! I bet you have a huge load of cum in those big balls of yours, don't you?" She sucked his head again, then smiled up at him. "Give me your load, Mike," she said. "I want it."

With that, she took his little hard-on in her hand and started stroking. She knew she could get him off as quickly as she wanted, and at the last second, she took his glans in her mouth and brought the poor little boy to orgasm.

She really had no idea what to expect and was pleasantly surprised when his first shot was a thick solid stream that filled her mouth nicely. She gulped it down, hoping for more, but that did appear to be about all that he had to offer. His cock kept pulsing and twitching in her hand and mouth, but she seemed to have drained him of most of what he had to offer.

Several times poor Mike opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out. All he could do was moan in a hushed tone, unable to form comprehensive words. His mind was a complete daze, his limbs weren't listening to his commands anymore and shivering helplessly, his hands trying to grasp onto something, but there was nothing... just her head, and he all but clawed his fingers into Miss Stephanie's hair, luckily not pulling at them.

And then he came, and behind his eyes, a fireworks exploded. His whole body went stiff as he felt himself explode inside her mouth, his cock shivering and shooting his load directly into her mouth, one big, long stream of hot, creamy spunk. And then... it was over.

Like an erupting volcano, he had fired off his load into her wet, sucking, and luscious mouth, and then he all but collapsed, remaining standing but only barely. His breathing was hard, and his forehead was covered in drops of sweat, his heart beating like crazy. And although his cock kept pulsing in Miss Stephanie's smooth hand, he knew that he was done. For the moment at least.

"Wow...", he managed to breath out more than actually saying it. "That was... awesome. I mean... you're awesome..."

Stephanie smiled broadly as she stood up. "Thank you Mike. I like you too." "And now..." She put her hands on Mike's shoulders, "...it's your turn! Have you ever kissed a pussy before?" As she pushed him down to his knees in front of her, she lifted her skirt and showed him her immaculately shaven cunt, dripping wet already, with a stiff clit sticking out.

Just like the eager little boy he was, Mike went down on his knees as she pushed him into that position, looking up at her in admiration, wonder, and amazement. This woman was just... mindblowingly beautiful and overwhelming. Nervously, he bit his lower lip, all but staring at her, his mind only slowly getting back to somewhat like normal.

For a second he was silent, then he slowly shook his head, though he kept his eyes on her pretty pussy. So that was how a real pussy looked like, not one from a magazine or the internet. And even there he had barely seen anything. Now he could see it for real, smell and taste it, too. It was somewhat intimidating, but then again, she did say she wanted him, right? So he replied, "Ummm... n-no... But I'm a quick learner."

Suddenly feeling proud and strong, at least more than before, and despite him being rather exhausted, he pushed his head between her legs carefully, taking his time so that she could direct him if needed. "Like... this?"

And then he attacked her shaved cunt with his lips and his tongue, licking, kissing, and exploring it, slowly and carefully, always hearing and listening if she would groan in discomfort or moan in pleasure. He imagined it had to be like licking an ice-cream cone or something... Ohhhh, and she tasted so good. Musky and sweet at the same time, strange but not unpleasant, her smell intoxicating him, her taste driving him crazy.

Stephanie felt her breathing getting harder, her heart getting lighter. The boy really had no idea what he was doing down there, but his enthusiasm was an inspiration! She took his head, cradled it to her; then stepped back and sat on the couch. "Mike... Mike..." she moaned as she spread her legs wide in front of him. "I need you to fuck me. Now!"

For a few moments Mike was in heaven; he was sure he had died and gone to heaven. He felt his heart beating like crazy inside his chest, his breathing coming hard and labored, the blood pumping in his ears, while listening to the delightful, sexy moaning of Miss Stephanie. He had no idea what he was doing, but he had enthusiasm and took obvious delight in his work, especially as it was having such an effect. And oooh, she smelled and tasted so good.

His hard-on was back at full force already, thanks to the sexy sounds coming from his host, and his mind was completely elsewhere when she suddenly pulled him off. For a second, he thought that he had done something wrong, something to upset her, then, however, he saw her hungry look, like some sort of fierce desire inside her eyes... and then those words.

His heart stopped for a second. Then it jump-started again and went into overdrive. He was stumped, if only for a moment, then he nodded fiercely. With shivering legs, he stood up, stepped up between her legs and with one hand took his already rock hard cock... and then there was this awkward moment of a virgin having no clue how to get inside, poking around with fumbling hands and more desire than skill. In the pictures, it looked so easy, and Mike felt ready to die any moment of embarrassment.

It had been a long time since Stephanie had been with a virgin, and back then, she was young and inexperienced herself. How wonderful it was for her now to be the experienced one! She loved the look on his face--the desire, the hunger, the need, and even the fear. She loved how his body was shaking from excitement and nervousness, and she loved how he fumbled around like an over-anxious... an over-anxious... virgin! That's exactly what the boy was like, a virgin boy who wanted pussy—her pussy!—more than anything in the whole world, and she loved it!!!

"Let me help you, Mike," she said. She reached down with both hands, found his little cock, spread her lips, and pulled him into her. "Put your huge cock in mommy's pussy," she whispered, so excited to be fucked by the boy that the words came out like a hiss. "Slide that giant piece of man-meat into me!" She felt his fat little head touch her lips. First contact! Let's go!


A 10 years old boy of somewhat toned and fit body. He's naive yet eager and curious about the world of adult intimacy. Despite his nervousness, he shows a willingness to learn and explore new experiences, indicating a certain level of bravery and openness.

It had been a long time since Stephanie had been with a virgin, and back then, she was young and inexperienced herself. How wonderful it was for her now to be the experienced one! She loved the look on his face--the desire, the hunger, the need, and even the fear. She loved how his body was shaking from excitement and nervousness, and she loved how he fumbled around like an over-anxious... an over-anxious... virgin! That's exactly what the boy was like, a virgin boy who wanted pussy—her pussy!—more than anything in the whole world, and she loved it!!!

"Let me help you, Mike," she said. She reached down with both hands, found his little cock, spread her lips, and pulled him into her. "Put your huge cock in mommy's pussy," she whispered, so excited to be fucked by the boy that the words came out like a hiss. "Slide that giant piece of man-meat into me!" She felt his fat little head touch her lips. First contact! Let's go!

And that was exactly what Mike did. And once more, behind his eyes, a fireworks went off, and he felt himself getting overwhelmed with emotions and desires he hadn't even had thought existed before. With a moan, he pushed his whole body forward, sliding his raging hard cock into the wet, hot folds of Miss Stephanie, feeling her pussy grasp him tightly and couldn't help but to grunt in pleasure.

Out of instinct, he closed his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of it all, trying to enjoy it even more, before then beginning to move his hip forward and back, grunting and moaning as he did so. With every push, he shoved his cock a bit deeper into the enticing wetness of Miss Stephanie, and he was beginning to lose himself in the pleasure of this overwhelming experience.


A charming and attractive man, exuding an air of confidence and magnetism that draws people to him. He possesses a strong, well-built physique and has the ability to move with grace and speed. As a vampire, he is highly in tune with his senses and can easily detect the emotions of those around him. Despite his usually predatory nature, Peter seems to have developed genuine feelings for Alex, which sets her apart from his usual conquests.

Peter had seen many women across the ages and whilst he appreciated them this was different. She to him was a vision, one that took his breath away, he wanted this woman, wanted to have her by his side.

He began to move through the crowds and then her boss appeared and grabbed her arm pulling her too him. The wave of anger that roared through him surprised Peter and he had to fight his own instincts. He wanted to tear through the crowd in a blur of motion, grab the man spin him around and rip his throat out.

But he was civilized to outward appearance as he appeared by Alex's side. "You look ravishing tonight." He smiled and then turned to face Dr Bowman, "I am sorry but Alex promised me this dance." His face was smiling but when Dr Bowman looked into his eyes he saw only death, his death if he did not relinquish the woman to Peter.

Alex watched the scene before her play out. And she wanted to laugh at the look on Bowman's face. Surreptitiously she checked the front of his pants for urine. And even though she knew that from that moment on her life at that hospital would be Hell on earth, she was delighted as she moved into Peter's arms.

She exalted in the feel of Peter's arms around her, and the strength of that body pressed close to hers. She felt guilty momentarily until she reminded herself that Jeff chose not to go, as a method of punishment no less. She found herself moving with Peter, neither of them speaking. Then again, with the thoughts and images rushing through her mind, what could she say? Finally, she decided small talk was better than this inappropriate staring.

"you look amazing. And I want to thank you for the rescue just now." She looked away briefly. And met his eyes once more. "I am really glad you are here."

Peter smiled, "What else is a knight in shinning armor to do when he sees a lady threatened by an old ogre?" She felt so warm in his arms and he was so conscious of her heart beating and the flow of her blood in her veins.

"So you came alone without your husband." his eyes looked into hers marveling once more at their brilliance. He led her around the dance floor using his Vampire speed to match her every movement so that they seemed to almost float around the room.

As they passed the DJ Peter gave the signal. "They say music express one's feelings. Let us see if you agree if this expresses my feelings for you." Then he took over leading her across the dance floor so that they spiraled outwards as the music played.

The music was reaching the end as he stopped and then with his arm around her led her out onto a balcony. There where a few out there but a moment of mental suggestion left them alone. He smiled at her and said softly, "I want you." And then he pulled her gently to him and kissed her.

Walking out onto the floor with Peter, Alex suddenly became nervous. Suddenly he wasn't just her friend. He was a man and she was feeling things she had no business feeling. She was married. And she kept reminding herself of that.

And then Peter said that the song that was coming on described his feelings. As the song started her heart started pounding. She loved this song. And she felt the same way. She felt his arms around her and she settled in to the dance. She felt his warm eyes on her and his strong arms around her and her body was responding.

Peter led her out onto the balcony and suddenly they were alone. She wanted to do the right thing and walk away. And yet, as he leaned in, instead of pulling back, she met his mouth eagerly. Her body was responding, growing warmer,and wetter and she was breathless. Suddenly she realized she had to stop now or she wouldn't stop at all, and what would follow could not be undone.

She was soft and warm in his arms and most importantly her body was relaxing into his accepting him. Peter kissed her again letting his passion come through the kiss whilst his hands moved over back caressing softly.

"Alex, you are the most beautiful woman in the room to me." Gently he moved back so that he could take her left hand and bring it to his mouth so that he could kiss it. He could see and feel her wedding and engagement ring, symbols of her attachment to another man. But her actions and her body where saying that it was not the other man that she was thinking about.

Then letting her hand drop he brought up his hand and cupped the side if her face, his fingers and caressing one of her erogenous zones around her ear. "Touch me." He almost breathed the words, he so badly wanted the feel of her hand on him.

For the life of her, Alex couldn't make herself resist the urge to put her hands on him. It was wrong for so many reasons. And yet, she had to. His body was incredible. Even the clinician in her wanted to feel what the ideal male form felt like. She placed her hand flat on this chest, the warmth of her skin easily felt through his clothing.

She felt herself swaying towards him as her entire body responded to him. Taking a step closer, she placed the other hand on his waist and let it linger. She knew she was wrong to be here, but all she could think of was having this man inside her.

There was so much sexual tension in the air flowing between them that Peter was surprised that it was not a visible arch of power. This was so different than normal, normally he would be tilting her neck prior to sinking his fangs into it.

But now all he could think of sinking into her was his hard aching cock. He moved slightly forward pulling her too him so that her body molded itself to his. As he did so he exerted his power of haze to those around them. All thought the two of them where not alone on the balcony to the others it was as if they where not there at all.

He breathed in her scent as his hands moved on her back, one sliding downwards to caress her rather pert bottom. He could feel the warmth of her body pressed up against his hard cock and knew that she would be feeling the hardness and length of it.

It was almost a faint whisper in her ear, "Let me take you to bed and show you how much you have aroused me and how much I feel for you. Just nod."

Swallowing hard at the sudden need that slammed through her, Alex simply looked at Peter and nodded. She could feel him against her body, and all at once she couldn't get the thought of having sex with him out of her mind. The image of herself, on her knees before him, was driving her crazy and she could feel herself growing hotter and wetter. All of a sudden she was embarrassed. And that pissed her off, she was tired of being shy. She wanted to be bold for him but it just wasn't in her nature. Embarrassed or no, she wanted to be with him so she nodded again and quietly said yes.

Peter smiled, every part of her arousal was easily noted to his Vampire senses. She might as well been wearing a neon sign saying take me now. But he smiled and then said softly, "You have no idea how much that means to me." Now normally he would take the woman and at the moment of orgasm sink his fangs into her and drain her dry.

But Alex, no she would see the sun rise tomorrow and whilst part of him was worried that he was becoming too attached another was happy he was. As he held her he let his eyes wander the room, oh this was interesting, her husband was wandering the room looking no doubt for her. He leaned forward, "You husband is here, would you like me to persuade to go home?"


A beautiful and captivating woman, whose presence captures Peter's attention. She has brilliant eyes that hold a depth of emotion and intelligence. While she may be married, she finds herself drawn to Peter despite her better judgment. Her personality is a mix of vulnerability and strength; she struggles with her desires but ultimately gives in to temptation. Although shy by nature, Alex yearns for boldness and excitement in her life.

Swallowing hard at the sudden need that slammed through her, Alex simply looked at Peter and nodded. She could feel him against her body, and all at once she couldn't get the thought of having sex with him out of her mind. The image of herself, on her knees before him, was driving her crazy and she could feel herself growing hotter and wetter. All of a sudden she was embarrassed. And that pissed her off, she was tired of being shy. She wanted to be bold for him but it just wasn't in her nature. Embarrassed or no, she wanted to be with him so she nodded again and quietly said yes.


A young man, tall and broad-shouldered, with a handsome if boyish face. His attire is practical for his environment, consisting of cloth and leather pieces on his wrists, boots, and vitals. His eyes are golden hazel in color. As an individual, he exhibits traits of courage and curiosity as he ventures alone into the jungle. He's also quite charismatic, often using charm to engage others in conversation or flirtation. Despite his adventurous spirit, Brand reveals a certain vulnerability when confronted with unexpected situations or challenges.

Brand pushed his way through the thick foliage of the jungle, blazing a trail along the river. He was tall and broad shouldered, with a handsome if boyish face. His clothing was suited to the environment... cloth and leather pieces on his wrists, boots, and vitals.

Being alone in a jungle without a guide was reckless to the point of being suicidal, but Brand has a specific reason for it. He'd heard of a tribe of exotic amazons living along this particular river and wanted to get their attention... if the existed. His vulnerability would likely get himself noticed... and if there was trouble he was certain he could handle himself.

He was amazed at the variety of animal and plant life he'd seen thus far... living logs in the shallow parts of the river, cats bigger than any he'd ever seen, simians of different shapes and sizes... what an adventure!

Yet did Brand know was that he would find something else; not the Amazons that he was looking for, but something far more exotic and beautiful. This jungle was home to many deities; with some being claimed to be more handsome/beautiful than the humans. The one that Brand would run into would be one of the younger deities, but her beauty would not be ignored.

Gaia, the future high goddess of the jungle, was wondering alone the same river. Her beautiful and ample body (with tanned skin accompanied by white stripe tattoos) clad in a bra and loincloth that looked like the fur of a white tiger and arm and leg guards. Her long, brown hair flowed in the wind. Her eyes were of different color; right eye being orange and left eye was green. She was beautiful and was only twenty-one, not yet reaching the prime of physical beauty.

At the moment, she was rather bored and was looking for something to do. Little did she too realize that she was about to meet someone that was not a part of this jungle.

Brand found himself wrestling with a particularly stubborn bush. The stupid thing had hooked his clothing and he didn't want to tear it. His slightly sulfuric vocabulary was audible to the goddess... as was his yelp of surprise when the ivy-like fronds started closing in on him. There was a great deal of slashing and tearing of vines before Brand stumbled out of the brush and broad leaves and into view... not looking his best. He was scratched up and had pieces of vine wrapped around his ankles and legs and looked a little wild-eyed.

He stopped and stared at this jungle-born beauty, h golden hazel eyes wide. "So it's true," he said aloud before he could think of his carefully prepared speech. Wow... breathtaking.

Gaia heard someone yelling and went to investigate. Upon arriving to the source, she saw a rather good looking young man; outsider of the fact of a few scratches and some vines entangled. She smirked a little bit. This could be interesting; something to end the boredom.

"What's true? That if you're clumsy and loud enough someone would hear you?" Gaia teased. She stood there with her arms crossed her breasts lightly. She looked at this person with a curious look.

"You're definitely not around here if you didn't know of the road that would have gotten you here and saved you the trouble of cutting through bushes." Gaia continued in a joking manner, giggling a little bit.

Brand blushed as he clumsily swiped around the stubborn needle-encrusted vines. Well... at least she spoke his language. And was friendly. Hadn't expected that.

"Well I was... uh... off the beaten track for a... a reason," he said, kicking off a few more vines from his boots. "I'd heard about... tribes out here... I figured they'd probably avoid the trails explorers usually use and... sort of... outsmarted myself I guess."

He finally shrugged himself out of the last of the stubborn vines and stood up to his full two meter height. "I'm Brand," he said, his prepared speech out the window. "I guess you could call me an adventurer of sorts. And you are...?"

Gaia smirked in amusement as this Brand was justifying his actions. "I am Gaia." the young deity answered his question. Of course she did not have to reveal that she was a deity to this stranger, in case he was up to no good.

"So." Gaia said as she walked around Brand, examining the man, "Why's a handsome fellow like yourself doing out in this jungle looking for Amazons?" Possibly he wanted to get acquainted with them. Maybe he wanted to sleep with an Amazon or capture one. Who knows.

"Uh... I guess you caught me," Brand admitted. "I'd heard stories about amazons. Thought I'd see for myself. Um... well look at me. A lot of the ladies in my lands are a little intimidated for some reason. So..."

He spread his hands... as though his powerful frame and good looks were some kind of burden he was stuck with. For all she knew maybe it was... he hoped.

"Well," Gaia said as but her lip in a cute manner, "It seems like they are missing out if they are guys like you back home." Twisting a hand , she used some magic to lift a bit of water out of the river.

"Can't have you walking around covered in dirt in vines." Gaia said, "Shall I?" Motioning to the the bit of water she got, she was asking Brand if it was okay for her to use the water to help clean up and dirt and cuts, while also getting rid of the vines.

Brand blinked. He hadn't expected magical powers from this girl at all. He clearly had underestimated her. "Sorceress?" He said aloud. "Druid? Mage? Either way you've certainly got my attention." He nodded and reached fir the floating sphere of water.

"Glad to hear it." Gaia said as Brand used the water to help clean himself. As they worked on cleaning Brand, as well as removing the vines, Gaia scanned the area to make sure there were no predators around. Even a goddess had to be careful of the mighty creatures around here. "So, where are you from?" Gaia asked with a curious tone, as Brand was almost clean of dirt and cuts.

"Whitevalley," Brand said as he rolled up his sleeves and wiped the water across them. "A valley in a land to the west, filled with a forest and a fine river. I am it's guardian, I suppose. But being a guardian is a lonely business. I'm sure you can imagine." She could vaguely sense the presence of a predator but it's location was indecipherable. Perhaps it was foreign to the jungle. Maybe even followed this explorer here. It was quiescent, though. Calm and not hungry. Odd.

He finished removing the vines. As he did a big brown frog the size of one of Brand's big hands leaped from the river and landed on Brand's boot. Brand looked a bit embarrassed as he tried to push it away but the thing clung to the leather.

Gaia knew what it was. It was a predator harmless to anything larger than a big insect. Thus was its mating season. It also wasn't very bright. "Affectionate pets you have around here," Brand said as he tried to dislodge the frog without hurting it.

Gaia chuckled as the frog leaped onto Brand's foot. She bent down on one knee to pick carefully pick up the frog; only to put it back down a few feet away from them.

"It must like you." Gaia teased as Brand finished cleaning himself and removing the vines, "So, how long do you plan on staying in this jungle for?" As she sensed the creature, she was going to ask if Brand knew anything about it, but chose to hold off on it until later.

"Until I can confirm whether or not these amazons are real," Brand said, trying to pretend he hadn't noticed the way Gaia's round breasts had pressed together slightly when she had picked up the frog. "So maybe you can shorten or prolong my stay."

He rather hoped he could prolong it... this girl was hot. "And even if they don't exist... well I certainly can't say that this trip was entirely wasted, can I? I can honestly say I've never met as striking a woman as you."

"You aren't so bad looking yourself." Gaia said back, taking note of this man's flirting. She scanned the area, taking note of some larger predators starting to come to the area.

"I think we should move somewhere else." Gaia suggested to Brand, "It is starting to get late and the big predators will be coming around soon."

"I agree," Brand said, looking around and putting on a slightly nervous expression. Yeah... he could smell the local predators coming out now. He didn't intend to be here long enough to have to establish dominance. And this hot girl inviting him anywhere was a great sign. He shook the water off his hands. "Lead on," he said.

Gaia nodded and smirked as she led Brand away from the river. It was a bit of a walk, nearly half-an-hour even, but they eventually came upon a temple. This was Gaia's home, as deities of the jungle would often make their temples a home. The temple itself was old, but still standing. Several pieces of décor was designed as tribute to the Gods of the past.

After showing Brand around, Gaia led him to a chamber where one could describe it as like a bedroom. There was a bed with elaborate detailing; almost like that of royalty. "So, what do you think so far?" Gaia asked as they entered the chamber.

"I think that it's impressive on several levels," Brand said as he looked around . "You found a fine temple to make into a home, and you've been surviving all by yourself in it for who knows how long... the place is lovely and spotless... it's amazing, really. How did you come to live here alone? Or are you like a priestess or something?"

He noticed that all the gods represented in this place were basically older versions or incarnations of the current set that humans honored. Interesting... that meant that this place was very old. And here was this hot girl living alone by herself? Something wasn't adding up. Maybe there were local traditions that he wasn't aware of.

"Well, you could say that I am related to the beings you see represented on the walls." Gaia said, "A direct descendant if you will." This pretty much told Brand that he was not dealing with a priestess or any kind of mortal. This was Gaia's way of telling him that she was in fact a real goddess.

"I've learned to look after myself." Gaia continued, "Of course, this jungle can be dangerous for even gods."

"I see," Brand said, looking at the beings depicted on the walls. He didn't sound very surprised. "Interesting. You share their beauty."

In fact Brand had misunderstood the connection. He'd run into minor civilizations that had held that their royalty or priests were considered to be descendants of the gods. The fact that she was referring to a literal ancestry somehow failed to land properly.

"You could use a guardian," Brand said as he touched one of the bas relief carvings. "Someone to protect you from the threats out there. Does anyone come here to worship?"

"Thank you for the offer, but I can look after myself." Gaia said, as she responded to Brand's question, "A few tribes come here to worship. Of course, I tell them not to overdo by flooding me with gifts"

She took a sip of water from a fountain a few feet away from the bed. She sat on the edge of the fountain, crossing her legs, as she asked, "So, with it being night time, is there anything you'd like to do?"

A dozen naughty things sprang to mind but Brand suppressed them for the time being. Later... later...

"Well I suppose we could tell stories," Brand said as he sat across from her. "I know a few games... but I have no idea what you'd be interested in. I'm wide awake right now so I'm up for just about anything."

His eyes went first to her cleavage, then her lips. He tried hard to hide it by having his eyes travel over the rest if her. "The white... paint?" He said. "Is it symbolic?"

"The tattoos?" Gaia asked in response as she lifted one arm to look at them, "These were just tattoos that I had magically placed on when I was younger." As she was talking, she noted that Brand was eyeing her body. She smirked to herself as continued the conversation.

"Up for anything?" Gaia said with a flirty tone in her voice, "That's good to hear because the night will be a long one."

Brand caught the tone and smiled. *Oh ho... sounds like we're getting somewhere...*

"The longer the better." Brand said. "I quite like the company. Ah... well. I imagine you might have questions about the outside world. I've traveled far and wide so I can answer almost anything you might ask."

Gaia smirked at Brand's confidence as she continued, "Well, to start us off, tell me about your talents." The young goddess casually walked towards Brand as she asked this question. She was only a couple of feet away by the time he answered her question.

"Ah... well I am considered a talented mage, a skilled fighter, I am definitely a chef and an artist of different mediums..." Brand stepped forward, completing the distance between them with one stride.

"...and I'm told I'm a very good... dancer," he said, holding one hand out to take hers. The way he said "dancer" was clearly meant to mean something else. "If you would like a demonstration."

Gaia picked up on the hint when Brand meant something else for 'dancer'. As she stretched out a hand for him to take, she then said, "Alright, let's dance." She was looking forward to this; this Brand character seemed worth it after all. Her body came closer to his; so much so that her breasts nearly rubbed his chest.

Brand smiled again as he briefly wondered who was coming on to whom. He took her hand with one of his and put his other and on her waist, pulling her right up to him. She felt good. Better than good. With that part of his mission accomplished, he began to lead her into—of all things—a simple waltz. The purpose was to teach her the basics for the more complicated... and daring... moves that came later. He began to him a tune she was very unlikely to recognize. As he hummed, actual music began to play courtesy of a simple audio illusion charm.

Gaia chuckled as Brand led her into the dance. Dancing, bit by bit, she was amused by Brand's methods in this waltz. She noticed the magic that made the music possible, but said nothing as Brand continued to instruct her through dancing. "Complex you say?" Gaia responded, clearly having fun from all this, "Let's give them a try."

"Follow my lead..." Brand made the steps longer as the music became more dramatic and exciting. He took her through some sweeping turns that became more carefree as he led her, and improvised a few steps here and there in time to the music.

"Now just follow the movement of my arm... and... spin!" Brand spun her out, still keeping his grip on her hand, and then pulled her back by reversing the movement. He repeated the move a few steps later and finally ended the dance by dipping her back dramatically. His left arm supported her back and his body pressed against hers as he leaned over her. The fire in his eyes was very obvious now. "Or perhaps you have a dance or two you could show me?" His eyebrows raised playfully.


A strikingly beautiful young goddess with tanned skin adorned by white stripe tattoos. Her body is ample and her attire, which includes a bra and loincloth resembling the fur of a white tiger, accentuates her physical appeal. She has long brown hair that flows freely and captivating eyes---one orange and the other green. Despite being a deity, Gaia possesses an approachable demeanor, often using humor and flirtatious comments in her interactions. She's self-reliant, capable of looking after herself even in the dangerous jungle environment. However, beneath her playful exterior lies an undercurrent of curiosity about the outside world, hinting at possible desire for new experiences or companionship.

Brand pushed his way through the thick foliage of the jungle, blazing a trail along the river. He was tall and broad shouldered, with a handsome if boyish face. His clothing was suited to the environment... cloth and leather pieces on his wrists, boots, and vitals.

Being alone in a jungle without a guide was reckless to the point of being suicidal, but Brand has a specific reason for it. He'd heard of a tribe of exotic amazons living along this particular river and wanted to get their attention... if the existed. His vulnerability would likely get himself noticed... and if there was trouble he was certain he could handle himself.

He was amazed at the variety of animal and plant life he'd seen thus far... living logs in the shallow parts of the river, cats bigger than any he'd ever seen, simians of different shapes and sizes... what an adventure!

Yet did Brand know was that he would find something else; not the Amazons that he was looking for, but something far more exotic and beautiful. This jungle was home to many deities; with some being claimed to be more handsome/beautiful than the humans. The one that Brand would run into would be one of the younger deities, but her beauty would not be ignored.

Gaia, the future high goddess of the jungle, was wondering alone the same river. Her beautiful and ample body (with tanned skin accompanied by white stripe tattoos) clad in a bra and loincloth that looked like the fur of a white tiger and arm and leg guards. Her long, brown hair flowed in the wind. Her eyes were of different color; right eye being orange and left eye was green. She was beautiful and was only twenty-one, not yet reaching the prime of physical beauty.

At the moment, she was rather bored and was looking for something to do. Little did she too realize that she was about to meet someone that was not a part of this jungle.

Brand found himself wrestling with a particularly stubborn bush. The stupid thing had hooked his clothing and he didn't want to tear it. His slightly sulfuric vocabulary was audible to the goddess... as was his yelp of surprise when the ivy-like fronds started closing in on him. There was a great deal of slashing and tearing of vines before Brand stumbled out of the brush and broad leaves and into view... not looking his best. He was scratched up and had pieces of vine wrapped around his ankles and legs and looked a little wild-eyed.

He stopped and stared at this jungle-born beauty, h golden hazel eyes wide. "So it's true," he said aloud before he could think of his carefully prepared speech. Wow... breathtaking.

Gaia heard someone yelling and went to investigate. Upon arriving to the source, she saw a rather good looking young man; outsider of the fact of a few scratches and some vines entangled. She smirked a little bit. This could be interesting; something to end the boredom.

"What's true? That if you're clumsy and loud enough someone would hear you?" Gaia teased. She stood there with her arms crossed her breasts lightly. She looked at this person with a curious look.

"You're definitely not around here if you didn't know of the road that would have gotten you here and saved you the trouble of cutting through bushes." Gaia continued in a joking manner, giggling a little bit.

Brand blushed as he clumsily swiped around the stubborn needle-encrusted vines. Well... at least she spoke his language. And was friendly. Hadn't expected that.

"Well I was... uh... off the beaten track for a... a reason," he said, kicking off a few more vines from his boots. "I'd heard about... tribes out here... I figured they'd probably avoid the trails explorers usually use and... sort of... outsmarted myself I guess."

He finally shrugged himself out of the last of the stubborn vines and stood up to his full two meter height. "I'm Brand," he said, his prepared speech out the window. "I guess you could call me an adventurer of sorts. And you are...?"

Gaia smirked in amusement as this Brand was justifying his actions. "I am Gaia." the young deity answered his question. Of course she did not have to reveal that she was a deity to this stranger, in case he was up to no good.

"So." Gaia said as she walked around Brand, examining the man, "Why's a handsome fellow like yourself doing out in this jungle looking for Amazons?" Possibly he wanted to get acquainted with them. Maybe he wanted to sleep with an Amazon or capture one. Who knows.

"Uh... I guess you caught me," Brand admitted. "I'd heard stories about amazons. Thought I'd see for myself. Um... well look at me. A lot of the ladies in my lands are a little intimidated for some reason. So..."

He spread his hands... as though his powerful frame and good looks were some kind of burden he was stuck with. For all she knew maybe it was... he hoped.

"Well," Gaia said as but her lip in a cute manner, "It seems like they are missing out if they are guys like you back home." Twisting a hand , she used some magic to lift a bit of water out of the river.

"Can't have you walking around covered in dirt in vines." Gaia said, "Shall I?" Motioning to the the bit of water she got, she was asking Brand if it was okay for her to use the water to help clean up and dirt and cuts, while also getting rid of the vines.

Brand blinked. He hadn't expected magical powers from this girl at all. He clearly had underestimated her. "Sorceress?" He said aloud. "Druid? Mage? Either way you've certainly got my attention." He nodded and reached fir the floating sphere of water.

"Glad to hear it." Gaia said as Brand used the water to help clean himself. As they worked on cleaning Brand, as well as removing the vines, Gaia scanned the area to make sure there were no predators around. Even a goddess had to be careful of the mighty creatures around here. "So, where are you from?" Gaia asked with a curious tone, as Brand was almost clean of dirt and cuts.

"Whitevalley," Brand said as he rolled up his sleeves and wiped the water across them. "A valley in a land to the west, filled with a forest and a fine river. I am it's guardian, I suppose. But being a guardian is a lonely business. I'm sure you can imagine." She could vaguely sense the presence of a predator but it's location was indecipherable. Perhaps it was foreign to the jungle. Maybe even followed this explorer here. It was quiescent, though. Calm and not hungry. Odd.

He finished removing the vines. As he did a big brown frog the size of one of Brand's big hands leaped from the river and landed on Brand's boot. Brand looked a bit embarrassed as he tried to push it away but the thing clung to the leather.

Gaia knew what it was. It was a predator harmless to anything larger than a big insect. Thus was its mating season. It also wasn't very bright. "Affectionate pets you have around here," Brand said as he tried to dislodge the frog without hurting it.

Gaia chuckled as the frog leaped onto Brand's foot. She bent down on one knee to pick carefully pick up the frog; only to put it back down a few feet away from them.

"It must like you." Gaia teased as Brand finished cleaning himself and removing the vines, "So, how long do you plan on staying in this jungle for?" As she sensed the creature, she was going to ask if Brand knew anything about it, but chose to hold off on it until later.

"Until I can confirm whether or not these amazons are real," Brand said, trying to pretend he hadn't noticed the way Gaia's round breasts had pressed together slightly when she had picked up the frog. "So maybe you can shorten or prolong my stay."

He rather hoped he could prolong it... this girl was hot. "And even if they don't exist... well I certainly can't say that this trip was entirely wasted, can I? I can honestly say I've never met as striking a woman as you."

"You aren't so bad looking yourself." Gaia said back, taking note of this man's flirting. She scanned the area, taking note of some larger predators starting to come to the area.

"I think we should move somewhere else." Gaia suggested to Brand, "It is starting to get late and the big predators will be coming around soon."

"I agree," Brand said, looking around and putting on a slightly nervous expression. Yeah... he could smell the local predators coming out now. He didn't intend to be here long enough to have to establish dominance. And this hot girl inviting him anywhere was a great sign. He shook the water off his hands. "Lead on," he said.

Gaia nodded and smirked as she led Brand away from the river. It was a bit of a walk, nearly half-an-hour even, but they eventually came upon a temple. This was Gaia's home, as deities of the jungle would often make their temples a home. The temple itself was old, but still standing. Several pieces of décor was designed as tribute to the Gods of the past.

After showing Brand around, Gaia led him to a chamber where one could describe it as like a bedroom. There was a bed with elaborate detailing; almost like that of royalty. "So, what do you think so far?" Gaia asked as they entered the chamber.

"I think that it's impressive on several levels," Brand said as he looked around . "You found a fine temple to make into a home, and you've been surviving all by yourself in it for who knows how long... the place is lovely and spotless... it's amazing, really. How did you come to live here alone? Or are you like a priestess or something?"

He noticed that all the gods represented in this place were basically older versions or incarnations of the current set that humans honored. Interesting... that meant that this place was very old. And here was this hot girl living alone by herself? Something wasn't adding up. Maybe there were local traditions that he wasn't aware of.

"Well, you could say that I am related to the beings you see represented on the walls." Gaia said, "A direct descendant if you will." This pretty much told Brand that he was not dealing with a priestess or any kind of mortal. This was Gaia's way of telling him that she was in fact a real goddess.

"I've learned to look after myself." Gaia continued, "Of course, this jungle can be dangerous for even gods."

"I see," Brand said, looking at the beings depicted on the walls. He didn't sound very surprised. "Interesting. You share their beauty."

In fact Brand had misunderstood the connection. He'd run into minor civilizations that had held that their royalty or priests were considered to be descendants of the gods. The fact that she was referring to a literal ancestry somehow failed to land properly.

"You could use a guardian," Brand said as he touched one of the bas relief carvings. "Someone to protect you from the threats out there. Does anyone come here to worship?"

"Thank you for the offer, but I can look after myself." Gaia said, as she responded to Brand's question, "A few tribes come here to worship. Of course, I tell them not to overdo by flooding me with gifts"

She took a sip of water from a fountain a few feet away from the bed. She sat on the edge of the fountain, crossing her legs, as she asked, "So, with it being night time, is there anything you'd like to do?"

A dozen naughty things sprang to mind but Brand suppressed them for the time being. Later... later...

"Well I suppose we could tell stories," Brand said as he sat across from her. "I know a few games... but I have no idea what you'd be interested in. I'm wide awake right now so I'm up for just about anything."

His eyes went first to her cleavage, then her lips. He tried hard to hide it by having his eyes travel over the rest if her. "The white... paint?" He said. "Is it symbolic?"

"The tattoos?" Gaia asked in response as she lifted one arm to look at them, "These were just tattoos that I had magically placed on when I was younger." As she was talking, she noted that Brand was eyeing her body. She smirked to herself as continued the conversation.

"Up for anything?" Gaia said with a flirty tone in her voice, "That's good to hear because the night will be a long one."

Brand caught the tone and smiled. *Oh ho... sounds like we're getting somewhere...*

"The longer the better." Brand said. "I quite like the company. Ah... well. I imagine you might have questions about the outside world. I've traveled far and wide so I can answer almost anything you might ask."

Gaia smirked at Brand's confidence as she continued, "Well, to start us off, tell me about your talents." The young goddess casually walked towards Brand as she asked this question. She was only a couple of feet away by the time he answered her question.

"Ah... well I am considered a talented mage, a skilled fighter, I am definitely a chef and an artist of different mediums..." Brand stepped forward, completing the distance between them with one stride.

"...and I'm told I'm a very good... dancer," he said, holding one hand out to take hers. The way he said "dancer" was clearly meant to mean something else. "If you would like a demonstration."

Gaia picked up on the hint when Brand meant something else for 'dancer'. As she stretched out a hand for him to take, she then said, "Alright, let's dance." She was looking forward to this; this Brand character seemed worth it after all. Her body came closer to his; so much so that her breasts nearly rubbed his chest.

Brand smiled again as he briefly wondered who was coming on to whom. He took her hand with one of his and put his other and on her waist, pulling her right up to him. She felt good. Better than good. With that part of his mission accomplished, he began to lead her into—of all things—a simple waltz. The purpose was to teach her the basics for the more complicated... and daring... moves that came later. He began to him a tune she was very unlikely to recognize. As he hummed, actual music began to play courtesy of a simple audio illusion charm.

Gaia chuckled as Brand led her into the dance. Dancing, bit by bit, she was amused by Brand's methods in this waltz. She noticed the magic that made the music possible, but said nothing as Brand continued to instruct her through dancing. "Complex you say?" Gaia responded, clearly having fun from all this, "Let's give them a try."