A stern and strict mother who adheres to traditional disciplinary methods. She has little patience for misbehavior or dishonesty, reacting with immediate and severe punishment. Her demeanor suggests an authoritative figure. Despite her harsh discipline, she doesn't come across as empathetic or understanding, particularly when Lily tries to confide in her about the principal's abuse. This indicates that she values discipline and obedience over open communication with her child.

Lily frowned after hearing what she had to do but nodded and walked in front of the class. "W-well, the principal spanked me seven times on my bottom and one in between my cheeks. T-then he used his hand to spank my private area before..." She paused and shook her head. "Before he let me go." She almost let what he did slip out.

Once she finished speaking, she turned around and showed the class her bottom, with her cheeks still spreading, for a few seconds before going back to her seat and sitting down gently, trying not to hurt her bum, but she was clearly uncomfortable in her chair. She didn't even ask for her skirt and underwear back in case her punishment wasn't over.

There were some murmurs of surprise in the class, at the sight of the thick cane welts, especially the one on her bottom hole. After the fierce spanking she'd already had at the hands of the teacher, they were rather scared to think that he still felt it necessary to cane her. The teacher nodded, impressed with the results, and let her sit down.

There was still time left in class—quite a lot of time for a girl sitting with her sore bottom on a hard plastic chair. The minutes ticked by ever so slowly, but eventually, it was home time. Eventually, people started to get ready, getting picked up by parents, and then Lily's mother Andrea arrived—a little shocked to see her daughter not wearing her skirt or underwear. "I see somebody has been very naughty today."

And that's when the teacher explained everything (everything that she knew of, of course—not the last thing the headmaster did), and Andrea started to look quite cross indeed. Upon accepting the skirt and underwear, she didn't hand them to Lily to put on but instead placed them in her handbag. "I see. Is this true, young lady?"

Lily stayed in her chair trying to ignore the pain, causing her to have a bit of trouble paying attention to the lesson as well. Time felt like it was moving slower than it ever had as if it was punishing her as well. When school was finally over, she was so happy and hopped out of her seat, finally giving her bottom a rest.

However, upon her mother learning about all the things she did and asking if it was all true, her smile turned to a frown, and she nodded. "Y-yes, mother, it is." She then thought about what the principle did before whispering to her mother. "B-but there's one thing that happened that only you are allowed to know about s-so we have to talk about it in private." After she finished speaking, she just stood next to her mother, waiting for her to react or take her home.

Unfortunately, Andrea assumed Lily meant she had done something else that was naughty and had not been caught. And she was already very cross with Lily, so just scooped her up under one arm, so her daughter was facing away, and her bare bottom was pointing forward. She then tucked the girl's legs up under her, so her face, arms, and legs were all pointing behind her mother, with just her bottom facing out. In such a way that everything was on display once again. "Well, you're getting a proper spanking when we get home, young lady, but no need to wait; you can get your warm-up on the way!"

And so she started to walk home—only five minutes by foot, but that might seem longer to the girl getting punished—carrying Lily and repeatedly smacking her bare, red bottom. "I promise you this, depending on what you have to tell me when we get home, you're either getting the hairbrush, the wooden spoon, or BOTH!"

Lily was surprised when she was picked up, and her bottom was facing the class again. Her face turned bright red, but she didn't dare try to get out of her mother's grasp, so she just let her carry her off after listening to what her mother said.

As she walked home and she was spanked, the pain started to come back, and she started to yelp again. "I-I promise it's not a bad thing, mom. I-It's something you really need to know about." She didn't want any more objects being used to spank her and thought she might get out of punishment altogether once her mother found out what the principal had done to her already.

Left and right, Lily's mother kept delivering the smacks in time with her steps—and that meant Lily was looking at getting hundreds of smacks. Every now and then, she slapped the back of the girl's vulva, but almost all of them were on her welted bottom. All the way, people stopped and stared or giggled, fascinated by the sight of Lily being carried and spanked like that.

Eventually, they arrived home. Andrea set Lily on her feet in the front yard. "Right, you can tell me now what it is. And if I don't like what you have to tell me, then your spanking is going to happen right out here in the yard."

Lily continued to yelp out and closed her eyes so that she didn't have to see all the people that were starring at her. The pain got worse and worse as each smack hit her bottom, and her mother was spanking her so much. She couldn't imagine how many she was going to get as her actual punishment.

Once they were finally home and she was put on her feet, she felt relieved. The small trip felt like forever because of how many spanks she had received. After hearing what her mother said, she frowned. "W-well, the principal was really bad. H-he stuck his private area inside of mine, and it hurt so much." Of course, she didn't have any proof, but she knew it was true and thought her mother would think so as well.

Upon hearing that, Lily's mother looked horrified and furious. Unfortunately, it turned out that she was not shocked and angry at the headmaster for his actions. No, she could not imagine a world where that actually happened. She did not believe her daughter in the slightest. Where had Lily even heard of such a thing?

Almost straight away, she landed a hard smack on Lily's bottom. "How dare you tell lies like that! Part of your punishment in the first place was for lying, and then you say things like that about your principal? I don't even know who told you about things like that, but you are not to say those sorts of things!"

She then pulled the hairbrush out of her bag, sat on the doorstep, and pulled Lily over her lap, beginning a hard spanking on an already red bottom.

Lily just stood there waiting for her mother to say something, but upon receiving a hard spank on her bottom, she yelped and looked scared. After hearing what her mother said, she quickly shook her head. "N-no, it's not a lie. It really happened. I'm not lying to you."

Even after her protest, she found herself over her mother's lap and being spanked with the brush, causing her to make loud yelps. "P-please believe me, mommy. A-ask the principle. I-I promise he really did do it. I-I'm not lying."

"Oh we certainly WILL be talking to him about this tomorrow! I want him to know exactly what kind of stories you have been telling about him." The spanking resumed, going up and down to cover both her buttocks and the backs of her thighs in stinging smacks. But soon enough, she lifted Lily up and set her down on her lap, pulling her legs out to the sides so the girl was facing outwards with her private parts on display to anyone who might walk past the house. And then she started using the brush to spank Lily's crotch.

Lily was scared about what her mother said. She wanted to get out of her punishment but realized she had made her punishment worse and didn't even know what the principle was going to say about her telling about what he did.

She continued to yelp out as she was spanked and felt a little relief when it stopped, but when she was flipped and her privates were on display and being spanked, her face turned red, and she tried to cover herself with her hand as she yelped out.

Andrea stopped just before the brush could hit Lily's hands. But she did then give a few hard taps to the knuckles, trying to swat her hands away.

"I'm warning you, young lady. Get those hands out of the way right now. You are already in big trouble with me, and when your father gets home, I will be telling him about today so he can follow up with a lesson of his own. But if you don't move your hands, I am going to make this much worse for you." After saying so, she turned the brush around and smacked it down so the sharp bristles jabbed into Lily's inner thigh. It didn't draw blood, but it did create sharp, stabbing pains in the skin, almost itching afterwards.

Lily felt the brush hitting her knuckles, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as the spankings. However, after hearing what her mother said and being jabbed by the bristles on her thigh, she yelled out and moved her hands away. "I-I'm sorry, mommy."

She wanted to prove that she was telling the truth, but she didn't know how, so she just had to hope that her father would believe her. She closed her eyes and focused on the spanks again. Her privates were already hurting so much, and the spanks didn't help.

Once Lily moved her hands away, her mother turned the brush back around so that she would ''only'' be smacking with the hard side of it, not the sharp bristles. She pressed it in against her daughter's crotch, gave a few taps, then raised it high.

And then delivered ten very hard smacks, all to the girl's sore pussy. For the tenth one, she even put her spare hand down there and held Lily's lips open, landing the smack right on her daughter's sensitive little clit. "And considering your naughtiness, I've changed my mind: you are not getting the wooden spoon... I'm giving you a switch."

She put the brush down, at least, then set Lily on her feet. "No rubbing, young lady—I want you to take ten steps closer to the front gate, then turn around and bend over so your bottom points towards the road."

Lily was worried when she felt the brush start to tap her privates and braced herself. Once they had started, she started to flinch and yelp out each time she was struck. When she felt her lips being held open, she shook her head and braced herself. Once she was struck on her sensitive clit, her yelp was louder, and she wanted to try and deal with the pain, but her mother started to speak.

Once she heard everything, she wanted to protest but was scared that if she argued with her mother, not only would she be harder on herself but her father would too. So she stood up and took ten steps towards the gate before turning around and bending over to show her bottom to anyone passing by. Her face turned bright red, and she hoped it would be over soon.

Lily's mother took her time getting up and selecting a pair of switches from the tree, letting her daughter wait in position—on display for anyone walking past. And for the neighbors across the road, of course. She looked carefully, tested the flexibility, then cut them at suitable lengths before stripping the stray leaves off—but not making them truly smooth. They still had a few little bumps and bits that were going to make it particularly painful.

She then slowly walked over to Lily's side, swishing them through the air, and balanced one of the switches on the girl's back. "If you move around so much that the switch falls off, then you're getting some extra painful ones between your bottom cheeks."

And with that warning, she started to whip the remaining switch across her daughter's sore little bottom.

Lily stayed still, showing her bottom to everyone, eyes closed, trying to ignore all the eyes that were on her. She soon felt something balance on her back and her mother speaking, so she opened her eyes and looked at her. After hearing what she said, she nodded. "Y-yes, mommy."

Once the whipping started, she started to yelp out and cry again. Her bottom already hurt so much, and she couldn't keep herself steady after being whipped for a while, and the switch fell off her back, and she started to cry even more as she stared at it on the ground. "P-please don't whip between my bottom cheeks mommy. I-it's the only thing that doesn't hurt. I-I'll take it anywhere else. I-I'll even take a lot more on my bottom, p-please mommy." She begged, trying to protect the part of her bottom that hurt the least.

That pleading just angered her mother more, who started whipping the backs of Lily's thighs hard. The switch even started to snap when she did that, with bits of the end breaking off and the switch getting shorter each time. "You were supposed to accept your spanking and stay in position! I already gave you a chance to not get the switch on your bottom hole, and you threw that away."

She picked up the other switch, seeing as the one she had been using was broken. "But I'll give you a choice: you can spread your cheeks and get the switching on your bottom hole that you earned, or you can stand up straight, turn around and spread your legs, and I will switch your front side."

Lily's yelps grew louder as her legs got whipped. As more and more hits came, she was starting to feel weak in the knees and was having trouble keeping herself up. Though she didn't let herself fall scared that it was going to cause her even more punishment.

Once the switch was broken and her mother had stopped to speak, she stayed silent, not wanting to do either of them. Both of her holes were still hurting from when the principal punished her. She remembered what happened to her front hole though and thought it wouldn't happen again if it was recovering from the spanks. So she stood up and turned around, spreading her legs. "I-I'll take the spanks here, mommy."

"Very well, but just remember: when your father gets home, he's going to want to give you a hard spanking too, and if he decides to whip your front with his belt, it's going to hurt even more on top of the welts from that." Admittedly, it was possible he wouldn't decide to do that—especially if it looked really sore from the switching. But if that was the case, he'd probably just do something else instead, like smacking her thighs all over.

Still, that was a concern for later. Lily's mother whipped the switch down diagonally, so it crossed over the front of her sore crotch and also dug into her thigh a bit. It left a vivid, stinging welt, one that was probably going to itch and burn later on. And then she lashed it down again. And again, setting up a good pace.

Lily nodded after hearing what her mother said. "O-OK, I understand, I'll let daddy whip me there as well if he wants." She didn't want that to happen and was hoping it wouldn't, but she couldn't be too sure if it was going to or not.

Once her mother started to whip her, she yelled and flinched each time she was whipped, just trying her best to deal with the pain, hoping that her mother was going to stop after just a few seconds.

However, naturally, it wasn't just a few lashes. Again and again, her mother whipped her pussy and thighs with the switch, leaving diagonal welts across her front. Then she started to flick it upwards, so it went up between her legs, stinging in her crotch that way—sometimes from the front, sometimes from behind, with the tip of the switch curling up and almost hitting her clitus.

But eventually, when it looked very sore, almost ready to start bleeding, she put the switch down.

"Right. I think that's enough for now, so let's go inside. But leave the door open, because you're going to be sitting on your punishment chair in the doorway." And with that, she stepped inside and moved the punishment chair there, front and center. It was fairly high without horizontal bars, so she couldn't rest her feet on anything. All of her weight would be on her bottom. And it was hard wood and spiky, making sure to dig into and hurt her red, welted cheeks. Worst of all, she was never allowed to keep her legs closed when sitting on that—she would have to spread her legs wide apart to show herself off.

Lily's yelps continued to get louder as the whipping went on, and the pain increased. She couldn't barely keep herself standing after a while, and tears were running down her face. She wasn't sure how long it went on for, but once her mother finally stopped, she immediately felt to her knees from the pain.

Hearing what her mother said, she wanted to beg her not to do it, but she didn't want her mother to think she was trying to get out of punishment and end up getting more. So, she just nodded and got back up. "Y-yes, mommy." She then walked over to the door slowly. It was hard for her to move since the entire lower half of her body felt like it was burning.

Once she finally got to the door and the chair was placed, she stared at it for a few seconds before climbing into it, spreading her legs again. As the spiky texture dug into her cheeks, she started to cry again. "M-mommy, how long do I have to sit on this for?" She didn't want to ask, but she didn't know how long she could handle sitting on the chair with how much punishment her bottom had already received.

The first reply she received was just three slaps on each of her thighs, smacks to her upper thighs that pushed her down further onto the spikes. However, her mother did answer her after that. "You will stay there until your father gets home."


A handsome man undergoing zombification due to a zombie bite. He is a caring and considerate individual, often putting others' needs before his own. His desire to help others hints at his altruistic nature. However, he also shows signs of self-doubt and insecurity, particularly regarding his past failures when trying to do things for himself. His red glowing eyes and sharp teeth show a non-human side of him creeping up.

Gabe sighed, shaking his head again. "Neither have I. I didn't want to say it before, because I didn't want you to think any less of me. I've... well... I've lived my life for other people mostly. Which I don't mind. I like helping people. But whenever I tried doing anything for myself things went sideways, so I just stopped trying. I never even had the chance to date before. You're the most serious relationship I've ever had. So you really shouldn't worry about that."

He enjoyed her kiss. It was so sudden, even with a little force behind it. Although he had asked it still took him by surprise. He couldn't help wanting to close the distance, press against her, show her that she wasn't alone and there was nothing to fear. Well, except for him. But she'd made it clear enough that she didn't care. And he didn't want to hurt her. But part of him did, which still scared him. There had to be some kind of compromise. Gradually he opened his mouth wider, deepening their kiss for her to explore if she wanted, or not. If she did, he remained as still as possible. He was aware that his teeth were sharper now, and he didn't want to bite her. Well, he was willing himself not to want to bite her.

Down below he was stirring. Not for the first time, but usually he had better control of himself, so it was a little more obvious. He needed to not move too fast, not scare her, so he tried to ignore those particular feelings. He cleared his throat, embarrassed when they pulled away. Since they'd been so close she would surely have felt it. "Uh... ignore that." He scratched the back of his head, looking away from her.

Agatha found her eyes widening at his response. He had never? Been with anyone before? Her mouth must have been open a bit as she was surprised by this information. He was so handsome, and so much... on everything that she had assumed he had been with at least a few, but to hear that she might be the only one to touch him like that, it sent a wave of pleasure throughout her body. She leaned into him, their kiss opening so her tongue could explore his mouth.

She tried, hoping she was doing a well enough job for him. Her body reacting to how his was. Feeling the sense of him getting harder next to her hips, she pushed into it a bit until he pulled away, telling her to ignore that. She watched him scratch his head before taking her hand and placing it on his cheek. "Soon, when we have a moment alone and talk... okay?" She said wanting to make sure that when they did this, they would be okay. She reached for his hand and held onto him.

"So, if we are both being selfish, and you can't go nowhere else... do we find a country home and figure our own shit out? Or what? Make our own base? If I am a human, then I can be a liaison with one or some of the other humans. If we find any. Trade stuff, and then... I guess... maybe you should see if there is something besides human that tastes good for you, raw?"

Gabe nodded, smiling. "Yeah. Out here in the open isn't the best. We need to be focused." But that promise of soon was almost as good as her kiss. He looked at the map again and realized that as they had been talking they had wandered off course. But not by much. It was easy enough to find a couple of road signs and find their way in the right direction again.

Gabe listened to her question, weighing in his mind each suggestion. He hadn't actually thought of having their own base. "Part of that will depend on if we find people or not. But I like your idea of starting our own base rather than joining someone else. That way we can't get separated, and if somebody has a problem, they'll either deal with it or go somewhere else. We should look for a big, open building, someplace sturdy that we can fortify easily, but with room for storage or other people if they decide to join us."

Agatha always imagined a farm. Part of her hoped if they got away, lived off the land like original settlers, that maybe, they could survive. Then she could imagine life wasn't that bad. Not that she would bring it up now, but one day she hoped to be a mother, to be married. Of course none of that would go the way she had hoped, but in all honesty she found it incredible that he even wanted her in that way. That her Gabe, wanted her more than just a friend.

She wanted to shake her head in complete loss but instead she walked with him, listening to his ideas. "I guess that could work too. Part of me just wants you and that's it. If other people come we can try to help but, if I am lucky by all that is good and holy, you won't get worse, Gabe. You will be fine just us and then we can live." She wanted to ask him why he waited so bloody long too tell her how he felt. This had all just been sprung on her at the same time she feared of losing him and it made her stomach twisty.

If he asked when she wanted to eat, she could say never. Her hunger being wiped slowly.

Gabe could tell she was disappointed. Seemed like he just couldn't win. "It will just be us, Agatha. But don't you think we can help other people and really make a difference with a base? It would be easier to defend, too. A small farm seems like it would be a big target. Besides, with people around it'd be so much easier on you when we... if you... I mean..." He cleared his throat. "If it's even possible, I mean. 'Cause I know you want to settle down. But if you would rather have a farm, then I'll work hard to make sure it's safe for you."

He squeezed her hand. He didn't like seeing her upset, but it seemed like everything he said made her more so. "I'm really grateful for you, you know. I don't want you to forget that. If my life had gone according to plan, well, I'd probably have been dead a long time ago. Meeting you was the best thing to happen to me. I feel like it was fate." This hadn't been his first near-death experience, but he didn't like to talk about it. "And I'm sorry if I'm overbearing at times. I don't mean to be. I just want you safe and happy."

His stomach lurched, causing him to double over in pain. "Shit... Alright... I'm okay... We're almost there..." He set his jaw and walked a bit faster. But if she looked at his eyes, she would see that they were glowing red.


A compassionate and understanding 24 years old woman. She's open-minded, willing to consider different perspectives and make compromises for the sake of harmony. Her desire for a simple farm life suggests she appreciates tranquility and has a nurturing spirit. Her teasing nature indicates that she has a playful side too. Her intimate moments with Gabe suggest she is be attractive or at least appealing to him.

Gabe could tell she was disappointed. Seemed like he just couldn't win. "It will just be us, Agatha. But don't you think we can help other people and really make a difference with a base? It would be easier to defend, too. A small farm seems like it would be a big target. Besides, with people around it'd be so much easier on you when we... if you... I mean..." He cleared his throat. "If it's even possible, I mean. 'Cause I know you want to settle down. But if you would rather have a farm, then I'll work hard to make sure it's safe for you."

He squeezed her hand. He didn't like seeing her upset, but it seemed like everything he said made her more so. "I'm really grateful for you, you know. I don't want you to forget that. If my life had gone according to plan, well, I'd probably have been dead a long time ago. Meeting you was the best thing to happen to me. I feel like it was fate." This hadn't been his first near-death experience, but he didn't like to talk about it. "And I'm sorry if I'm overbearing at times. I don't mean to be. I just want you safe and happy."

His stomach lurched, causing him to double over in pain. "Shit... Alright... I'm okay... We're almost there..." He set his jaw and walked a bit faster. But if she looked at his eyes, she would see that they were glowing red.

Agatha looked at him carefully. "Just us." She leaned closer to him, her hand still holding us. If she voiced the demons in her head then she would make him sad, but somehow she was already making him sad. Staring softly she noticed what he was saying and it clicked. "Oh... you mean... if we... if we had kids?" She asked quietly, looking at him softly with a smirk on her lips. "Gabe, it's not that I want to make you angry. I just... I don't know... what if we try to find a base, and live on the outskirts of it? We make our own rules, it's us and they can't turn you away and we'd have the help we need when we do?" She asked, wondering if she was doing anything smart for him.

When he complimented her she brushed up against him. "I don't find you overbearing. You are a bit naggy... but not overbearing." She said teasing him lightly. Leaning up she brushed her lips against his ear. "Plus, dominant can be interesting." She said with a teasing smirk, walking backwards, staring at him softly.

Noticing him lurching over in pain, complaining, she continued to walk, moving a bit but noticing the color in his eyes. She dared not say anything. She just kept walking, wondering if he would snap and change more on her.


An impulsive and eager woman, as she rushes to meet her partner without even changing into more suitable clothing. She is someone who craves pleasure and connection, openly expressing her desires and needs. She has a passionate and adventurous nature, unafraid to embrace her sexuality. Her choice to wear pants instead of a skirt and her willingness to undress quickly imply a practical and uninhibited attitude towards her physicality.

As he pulled her cloak open, Rosetta felt like a piece of her was being freed from a prison to fly once again. His touch seemed to heat her body to a fever pitch. The dozen kisses did the job to light the fire within her as well. Her body moving into his lap, her legs positioning themselves to straddle his hips, the position only pulling their bodies closer still, pressed together really especially after she wrapping her arms around his neck, holding them close. Oh so close together and her happiness just soaring as he spoke of what the situation was doing to be like with the bride at hand. "And then... we will be together once more? Whenever you please?"

"I will be higher in the court and my wife will want little to do with me, so I can have you whenever I want." Cassim reached into her pants now, gripping her bare ass with both hands as he began to grind her against him. Leaning in he gave her a deep kiss and nipped at her bottom lip before saying, "And I want you right now." Cassim pressed his chest up against hers, rubbing them together slightly as his length pressed against her groin. "I am going to make up for all of those lonely nights..." He wanted to make sure she was happy, for even if life would start to return to normal it really would never be completely normal, even if he did not want to admit that.

Rosetta moaned as her hips moved right back against his in reply. The message clear. Sex was needed and it was needed sooner rather then later. Glancing down though, Rosetta laughed a moment at the pants she wore, "I was foolish and eager..." she said kissing at the side of his mouth a few moments before pulling back to finish explaining, "I was so excited to read your note I did not think to change from pants to a skirt before I rushed down here. Do you... mind? One moment..." she started to move to be able to slip her pants off and out of the way for the moment at hand.

Cassim listened to her explanation, smiling at her as he found it so cute that she worried that this decision would upset him somehow. When she started to move off of his lap he raised his hand to her lower back, helping her lie down on the cool grass before reaching back and pulling her pants off. His head ran down between her legs, letting both legs rest on his back as he started to kiss up both of her thighs. "Never mind that, let me help you." He was getting closer and closer to her entrance now, licking her inner thighs before finally giving her wet lips one kiss before tracing his tongue slowly over it. As he began to part her lips with his tongue he made sure that each stroke was nice and slow, wanting to help build her up for that perfect moment of penetration.

As always, Cassim went and shocked her as well as surprised her from his actions. Rosetta had only merely planned to move herself enough to get the pants off before returning to his lap. At first when he moved them down to lay in the grass, she shivered and anticipated then a quick removal of her pants and a just as swift penetration. Which would have been fine with her as she wanted him inside her. Yet he showed her yet again that he was a giving master with surprises that would never end.

Rosetta tilted her head up to be able to see him as he took up a place between her legs. First granting the soft skin of her legs attention before he dared to bless her with pleasure... there once again. "Ohhhh Cassim..." she moaned, skipping right to his name from the start and not even seeming to want to bother with calling him master. Her need for him and all she knew he could give her to great to play many games. It had only been a few days yet it felt like forever since a moment like this.

Cassim could not describe how much he had missed hearing those two words. His tongue already starting to lap deeper and deeper inside of her as she moaned out for him. Of course he did not want to stop until she begged him for sex, until he knew she needed him just as badly as he needed her. His tongue slid out of her pussy now to focus on her pearl, starting to give it long slow licks with the center of his tongue in order to be as gentle as possible. While he did this his hand went down, taking two fingers to her already wet entrance and stroking it a few times before sliding them in as well, beginning to thrust in each time he licked her clit.

The whimper that slipped from Rosetta's lips at that moment had to be the most interesting sounding noise to his ears. It was a pleasure filled agony of a sort. Her body had grown so use to his pleasure it had been robbed of and starved for it by now. To receive it once again, it was heaven yet like a torture at the same time for it was just a taste. A very, VERY pleasing taste yet still he was not fully sinking all of himself within her. That was what her body simply ached for. "Cassim, please!" she begged already. She figured she very well might seem to eager or needing skipping right to the please after only a few little licks, but she was not ashamed to admit she needed him and she needed him badly.

At first Cassim had thought he had done something wrong, and his tongue stopped mid lick to stare up at her. But as he saw the look on her face he knew exactly what she was going through. He had longed for her, had tried his wife and his own hand, yet nothing could please him like Rosetta. She did not have to beg twice, and Cassim gave her one more long lick before he straightened his back and sat up right. His hand went down to reach into his pants, pulling them down and finally freeing his member. His hand gripped it, finding it to somehow seem harder than usual in anticipation.

Of course he did not need to ask her if she was ready, all he needed to do was to lean forward. His hips connecting with hers as he pressed the head of his cock inside of her. Even getting it in the first few inches felt amazing, and with two thrusts he was all the way in her. There was no stopping now, Cassim was already picking up the pace and thrusting in faster, calling out her name in what he hoped wasn't too loud of a voice as he finally was getting what he had longed for for what seemed like years.

Rosetta didn't even stop to think about if their voices could be too loud now or if it was to risky to be having sex like this, here where anyone could come across them. All she cared about was the connection they now had. It was sweet and so very good. Better then she remembered it to be. Moaning, she moved against him, helping his cock to rub against her inner walls. "Dear gods... has it only been but a few days?" she asked him playfully, smiling up at him from her place laying in the grass before him. "If feel like it's been a century since I last felt this paradise."

"More like 2 centuries my love..." Cassim smiled back down at her, raising a hand up to stroke her cheek, cupping it before pulling her into a deep kiss. As they kissed he began to move, each thrust pushing her hard into the soft grass as they picked up the pace. He did not want to leave her body, not even to lean up in order to be able to thrust faster. He wanted all of his senses to be focused on her, and with each new thrust he kissed her harder. He was going to show her his longing for her, how he never wanted to be apart from her for this long ever again. His hips now made circles, grinding his length in further and further in search of her favorite spots, he was going to make this up to her, make her orgasm bigger than ever before.

The moment the word love slipped from his lips to her ears, Rosetta's eyes went wide in shock. Had he just spoken the one word she had been attempting to run from all this time and he was letting it spill out from his lips. Her lips kept on kissing, yet through it all sudden alarms were going off inside her head. Pushing herself up from her spot laying down, now she sat in his lap, pressing her body to him. This was... romantic. Damn it that had to change. He started to nip at his lips, starting to change the mood from this romance to a little something more wild, "Tell me naughty things..." she moaned against his lips, pressing her hips firmly against his as she rode the pleasure with him.


An assertive and dominant man, taking charge of the situation and initiating physical contact with confidence. He desires intimacy and seeks to fulfill his partner's desires. He has a deep longing for Rosetta and a willingness to go to great lengths to please her. He is fit and has an attractive physique.

"More like 2 centuries my love..." Cassim smiled back down at her, raising a hand up to stroke her cheek, cupping it before pulling her into a deep kiss. As they kissed he began to move, each thrust pushing her hard into the soft grass as they picked up the pace. He did not want to leave her body, not even to lean up in order to be able to thrust faster. He wanted all of his senses to be focused on her, and with each new thrust he kissed her harder. He was going to show her his longing for her, how he never wanted to be apart from her for this long ever again. His hips now made circles, grinding his length in further and further in search of her favorite spots, he was going to make this up to her, make her orgasm bigger than ever before.


A woman with an unyielding spirit and a nurturing nature. Her blue eyes, often filled with determination and concern, reflect her strong willpower. She possesses medical skills, hinting at a background in healthcare or survival training. Her quick thinking coupled with her ability to stay calm under stress indicates a resilient character. Despite being vulnerable to Frank's charm, she does not shy away from asserting herself when needed. This reveals her as both compassionate and headstrong---traits that make her an invaluable ally in times of crisis.

Karen knew that Frank was going to try and stay away from her to keep her safe, to not get her into trouble. But she wasn't about to let him leave her looking like this. She was going to at least patch him up and let him get some rest first. "Frank slow down." She pushed him back down into the couch and said "You aren't going anywhere like this. Okay? I'm not going to let you just leave looking like this.

You look pretty bad and you look tired Frank. You need rest. And no one is going to come looking for you here. Especially not Fisk. He won't find you here." She just didn't want him leaving again, she felt like she needed more time with this man. To understand him better. She cleared her throat and put some rubbing alcohol onto a rag and she started to dab at the blood and cuts on his face. "At least let me get you patched up before you go anywhere? I will call and let Matt know that you showed up and left but that you came to warn us about Fisk."

Frank really wanted to insist, but he was smarter than to argue with a woman who had her mind made up... so he relented with a sigh, sitting down and sitting still for her while she played doctor. Briefly their eyes met, brown meeting blue as she dabbed a cut under his eye. He didn't flinch, didn't hiss, didn't moan or groan. It was typical for him to be beat to shit, he was used to it actually. He refused to take off his jacket though, she'd have a cow if she saw the gash on his arm from where he was stabbed with a shank, using his own arm as protection to prevent it from hitting his chest. He fought hard in that prison, left a lot of dead bodies behind... but it seemed to grab Fisk's attention, and now he felt like he had a spotlight on him. He knew the cops would be looking for him high and low, the fact Frank Castle 'broke' out of prison really made this situation a whole lot worse.

When their eyes met her teeth went right into her bottom lip. Karen didn't want to say that Frank made her nervous but there was always this type of tension in the room when they were alone. She cleared her throat as she quickly looked away and kept dabbing on the cuts and wiping off the blood that came from them before she went to use a clean part of the towel.

Karen didn't have a lot of medical lessons but she knew how to sew some stitches and to clean up some cuts. "Now you can either tell me if you have more cuts than this or I can find out. Either way you are getting patched up." She turned to look at him once more in the eyes showing that she wasn't about to back down from him. She just had a feeling that getting out of prison must not have been easy. And she wanted to take care of him, that's just the kind of person she was. "I'm just trying to help you Frank."

As she cleaned him up, Frank sat there and winced a little over some cuts, but sat still for the most part so she could do what she needed to do to make herself feel better. As she asked him if he had anymore, he couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "You want me to take my clothes off, all you need to do is ask." It was a joke, but he knew that she was serious... so slowly he stood up, removing his jacket and wincing a little at the pain in his arm. Once his jacket was off, it revealed a bloodied wound wrapped poorly in some gauze and duck tape. Not the best patch up, but he didn't really have any time to stitch himself up and certainly couldn't go to any hospital... he didn't have a nurse on call like Matt did to help patch him up. He bit the inside of his cheek, his hand shaking as he slowly removed the tape and gauze to reveal a nasty wound on his arm.

Karen couldn't help the blush that came over her face from his joke, she knew it was only a joke but she couldn't help but think about that thought in her head, she had to shake her head a bit to get the thoughts from her head. As he was standing up and taking his jacket off, she knew it had to be bad, especially when he winced from the pain. She swallowed hard as she looked at the gauze and duck tape and winced herself when she saw the way his hand was shaking and revealing the nasty wound on his arm.

She swallowed hard as she mumbled "Okay. Sit down. I'm going to need my sewing kit." She turned and looked in the first aid kit for it and pulled out the thinnest needle and thread she could find knowing he was already in pain and she didn't need to add to it. Quickly enough she set up the needle and cleared her throat before looking back at Frank "This is going to hurt. You might want more whiskey before we go any further. I have to clean the wound and then put in the stitches fast. I will try my best to be fast about it."

A bit of blood trickled down from the fresh wound onto her floor, his nostrils flaring as the pain shot up his entire arm. He knew that flushing the wound was going to be fucking painful, so he reached for his belt and slowly removed it, setting it aside before grabbing the whole bottle of whiskey from the table, taking a long swig. Setting the bottle down with a shaky breath, he took his belt and slowly bunched it up before putting it in his mouth to bite down on.

He looked to her, giving her a soft nod before holding his forearm out. First came the whiskery poured directly on the wound, causing him to stiffen and groan as he bit down. Then the stitches came, something he wasn't a stranger to. But it still hurt like hell. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw down hard, teeth digging into the leather of the belt as his freehand gripped at his leg and gripped tightly.

Karen poured the whiskey on the wound and hated the sound that came from Frank's lips. So quickly after she poured she stopped and sat the bottle down, then she started the stitches, it took 20 stitches to close the wound on his arm, and they were longer stitches hoping that it wouldn't scar. But from the looks of it, it didn't really have a chance of not scaring. Biting her bottom lip as she focused on cleaning up around the stitches and then looked up at Frank, worried that he might of passed out.

She wouldn't have been shocked though, especially with how painful it looked and from the sounds that kept coming from him. She swallowed hard and stood up looking over him. Before she walked away she took the whiskey and took a swig from the bottle and sighed, not having expected that this would be her night. "If you want the rest you can have it. But I don't want you to go anywhere tonight." She sat the bottle next to him again before she walked towards her kitchen to set up a tea kettle for some tea for her and for him if he wanted.

Oh it was fucking painful, but the minute she was done he dropped the belt from his mouth and let out a grunt before quickly picking up the bottle and taking another swig before setting it down with a shaky breath following. As she relented and said that he wasn't going anywhere, he sighed a bit, looking down at his stitched arm and gripping his hand a bit.

Nerves were damaged and it was difficult to, but he managed to ball his hand up. "Karen, I know you're just looking out for me but... I can't stay here. All the cops in this town want me dead, whether they work for the bald bastard or not. I don't want you to get hurt..." He murmured, weakly standing up and nearly toppling over as he did, he lost a lot of blood and hadn't eaten or drank anything other than whiskey in the last ten hours.

Karen had made her way back into the front room as he was talking to her and quickly enough she tried to help steady him. "Frank if you leave you could die out there. You need a night to heal a little before you go anywhere. And they won't look here. not tonight. If it makes you feel better I could call Matt over. He can help me watch over you for the night. I don't want you going anywhere right now. You barely can stand up Frank." She was trying to get him to stay for just one night.

She knew it was risky and that she would have to be up all night watching over him and the house with the safety of the gun off. But she wasn't afraid to shoot anyone. Not for him. She shook her head from the thought and said "Please. I can handle myself. And I would wake you if anything bad started to happen." Her blue eyes were frantic in searching his. She was also stubborn as hell and wasn't about to let him go out her window without a fight.


A man of strength and resilience, with brown eyes that have seen the harsh realities of life. His body bears the marks of numerous fights, suggesting a background filled with conflict and danger. Despite his tough exterior, he possesses an unexpected sense of humor which surfaces even in grim situations. He is stubborn yet intelligent enough to accept help when needed. His protective nature becomes evident in his concern for Karen's safety despite his own dire condition. This combination of toughness and sensitivity makes him an enigmatic figure who navigates life on his own terms.

Oh it was fucking painful, but the minute she was done he dropped the belt from his mouth and let out a grunt before quickly picking up the bottle and taking another swig before setting it down with a shaky breath following. As she relented and said that he wasn't going anywhere, he sighed a bit, looking down at his stitched arm and gripping his hand a bit.

Nerves were damaged and it was difficult to, but he managed to ball his hand up. "Karen, I know you're just looking out for me but... I can't stay here. All the cops in this town want me dead, whether they work for the bald bastard or not. I don't want you to get hurt..." He murmured, weakly standing up and nearly toppling over as he did, he lost a lot of blood and hadn't eaten or drank anything other than whiskey in the last ten hours.


A man with a strong physical presence, given his ability to overpower Ellie. He has threatening or intimidating appearance that matches his aggressive behavior. His personality is domineering and cruel, as he shows no empathy towards Ellie's distress and insists on calling her Alice despite her protests. He also displays an obsessive tendency, as he fixates on women who remind him of Alice, denoting a dangerous pattern of behavior.

Sid could feel the anger turn into pleasure, even as the forced blowjob went brutal it registered as the most intense euphoria he could ask for. Throwing his head back, basking in the ecstasy of the moment, Sid burst like a water main.

In his head, Sid was taken back to that first night. Alice crawled in through his window, snuck into his bunk, blew him without a second thought, and took his entire messy load down with a grin. So naturally, that's what he expected poor Ellie to do.

As he came, Sid's grip went firm and tight around Ellie's head, holding her still as he began to pump heavy ropes of his cum down her throat. Moaning in a low growl, Sid flexed and thrust slowly with his hips as he deposited all his balls had to offer into her tight throat. "Swallow! Swallow me down Alice! Fuck..."

Ellie felt cum splash down her throat. The salty taste made her gag as the thick liquid filled her mouth. She struggled to get away from this crazy psycho but there was nothing that she could do about it. And with his dick still in her mouth she felt like she was drowning. The poor girl had no choice but to swallow. Coughing and gagging hard.

As he erupted, filling her cheeks to the edge with his heavy seed, Sid held on tight to her head, making sure she had nowhere but down to go. Once it began to travel down her throat, Sid pulled back from her mouth. Once free, He gently pat her on the cheek, acknowledging what she had done. "Good Alice... I would say You did well enough... bit don't you dare be hesitant to swallow next time... just like you used to." He told her, his voice cool, calm, vastly unpredictable.

"For the last time I'm not Alice. My name is Ellie!" She tried to get through to him. Maybe since he had just cum he wouldn't be blinded by lust anymore. The girl was still coughing and breathing heavily after such a brutal face fucking and being forced to swallow a large load of cum.

"You can't lie to me Alice... I know you backwards and forwards. I know that mouth, and pussy, anywhere..." His tone was not a wonderfully comforting one, and the mention of her pussy was surely a horrible hint into what would come next.

Before Ellie could properly worry over it, Sid pulled her off the ground and turned her around, now facing the wall. Pushing her up against it, Sid put her forehead to the cool, smooth bricks. "Make this easy for Us Alice... it's not something you can fight. You knew this day would come..."

He spun her around and forced her face into the wall. The girl screamed in terror as he did that. She knew he was going to fuck her. But he just came how on earth was he ready to go again. He was grinding her face into the wall as he kicked her legs apart. "Please no don't!" She pleaded with him not to rape her pussy.

Taking his time, Sid put one foot inside her feet and spread them apart, giving ample room for him to operate, even if she fought or tried to clench up. Reaching around her front, He pulled her jeans off her hips and shucked them straight down to her ankles, leaving her ass out and legs bare. The "confused" villain rubbed his palm across her ass cheeks, squeezing it off and on. "Your butt is still so cute... I remember... plugging that backdoor so hard while all the others ate in the mess hall... good times." He chuckled as he gently draped a finger down her crevice, all the way down to her tight rear exit.

Poking and prodding at it slowly, He gave up on that and grabbed her hips, pulling them out. "Push yourself onto me." He told her, holding her hip in one hand and holding his erection upright with the other.

"No way get off me!" Ellie screamed refusing to help him fuck her. This was rape and if he wanted to have her he would have to take it by force. She started to struggle even harder. She could feel his dick poking at her and she tried to pull away, but with the wall there was no where for her to go.

Grabbing her hair by the base, Sid pushed her forehead to the wall, asserting him even harder over the girl. Slowly, He pushed his cock head into her lips, feeling it curve just barely up inside her. "I said... push back on me. Fuck yourself on my cock Alice. Do it!" He yelled at her, grabbing her arms and holding them above her, securing her only other limbs in place.

She was completely trapped. All she could do was wriggle and squirm and scream. She begged him to stop at the top of her lungs as his cock forced its way inside her pussy. Still she refused to jerk her hips back or willingly fuck his dick in any way.

Gripping her hair in a tight fist, He pulled her head back firmly, arching her neck back taut. "Alice, Alice, Alice... you're making me angry Alice." He growled to her while his other hand slapped her ass cheek, grabbing her by the hip tightly. "Makin' me do the work."

Quickly, Sid jabbed his cock deep into her core and immediately started to thrust into her, not bothering to care if she was wet enough to take him, nor if her screams were for pain or pleasure. He fucked her like they only had moments, when for the girl, it was an eternity to sit under his hips and take him in his entirety. "Fuck Alice! So fucking tight!"

Ellie screamed and thrashed as he began to pound her pussy relentlessly. It was a vicious rape and she wasn't properly lubed up either so it hurt badly. In fact, he was going hard enough that it made her bleed a little. Tears poured down her face as she struggled helplessly and pleaded with him to stop between screams of helpless agony. Even losing her virginity hadn't hurt this bad.

"You're being too loud Alice. We're gonna be caught!" He sneered and growled into her ear before he clasped a hand across her mouth to keep her screams to a minimum. In truth, the screams made him hotter, made him harder, but He knew to be careful. Rape or not, He shouldn't get caught having sex in public.

"Fuck, you are so damn tight. You're gonna make me cum! Wanna make me cum? Make Daddy cum?" He moaned to her, malice and threat all over his voice as he clapped her cheeks with his hips.

Ellie struggled and cried. His hand successfully muffling her wails as he raped her pussy mercilessly. When he talked about cumming she shook her head no and struggled harder. His cum inside her pussy was the last thing she wanted.

Being the last thing she wanted seemed to be the top of Sid's list, He slammed her ass cheeks over and over, ramming her home until he felt that all too familiar tension build in his gut. "Oh baby! Take my cum!" He shouted to her, right before He jammed his shaft inside her depth and unloaded his balls. Flexing and pumping, hot, malicious, oozing seed filled her womb and pussy, leaking down her thighs, even before he uncorked himself from her womb.

"Alice... you feel so good around me... I think this makes us even... For now." Patting her ass gently, He plucked himself from her groin and let her buckle and fall to the ground, his shaft glistening with their combined mess. "I'll be seeing you Alice..."

He sprayed his thick seed inside her and she screamed and struggled. But there was nothing she could do to stop from being filled. He finally pulled out and she collapsed to the floor, totally exhausted. She lay there in a heap sobbing uncontrollably as cum leaked out of her abused pussy.

With an evil spirited pat to her exposed ass cheek, Sid turned and simply left the alleyway, leaving the girl completely and utterly broken by him and his twisted perspective.

It wasn't until a week later, when "Alice" reappeared before Sid. He was out in the state park, just minding his business, walking the trails, exuding harmless energy, and then... he saw her. Some other poor girl with bright red hair, maybe even a different shade of red in all honesty, but close enough for him.

He felt something inside him grow warm as his eyes outlined the innocent girl, to Sid, She was the new Alice.


A woman with distinctive red hair, her most striking feature. Her personality is strong-willed and defiant, given her constant resistance and refusal to submit willingly to Sid's actions. Despite the traumatic circumstances she finds herself in, she never ceases to assert her true identity and continually fights back against her assailant's advances.

With an evil spirited pat to her exposed ass cheek, Sid turned and simply left the alleyway, leaving the girl completely and utterly broken by him and his twisted perspective.

It wasn't until a week later, when "Alice" reappeared before Sid. He was out in the state park, just minding his business, walking the trails, exuding harmless energy, and then... he saw her. Some other poor girl with bright red hair, maybe even a different shade of red in all honesty, but close enough for him.

He felt something inside him grow warm as his eyes outlined the innocent girl, to Sid, She was the new Alice.

Ellie was left alone in the alleyway, her body aching and violated. She could still feel Sid's cum inside her, seeping out of her abused pussy as she lay there on the cold ground, tears streaming down her face. The pain was unbearable, both physically and emotionally. Her mind kept replaying the horrifying ordeal over and over again.

As she slowly picked herself up off the ground, pulling up her jeans and wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks, she vowed to herself that she would not let this break her. She would find a way to make Sid pay for what he had done to her. But for now, all she could do was limp away from that cursed alleyway and try to piece together what remained of her dignity.


A 15-year-old girl who possesses an allure beyond her years. She exudes confidence and sensuality, evident in her comfort with her own body and intimate situations. Despite being older, she is open to the adventurous suggestions of Eric, indicating a flexible personality. Her ability to engage in playful banter suggests a sharp wit and sense of humor. Moreover, she demonstrates strength, both emotionally and physically, as she navigates through their unconventional interactions. Jessi is an assertive yet nurturing figure who's comfortable exploring boundaries.

"Hmmm, this is nice..." Indeed it was nice; the loofah felt good against her skin, the soft workings of Eric's hand were nice. She felt already the effect of this combined with the workings of the jacuzzi to relax her muscles, and he let out a sensual sigh, without wanting it even, biting her lower lip and closing her eyes, the perfect picture of sensual enjoyment at this moment. "Now... this is good..."

At least until Eric had an idea and began to squirt soap into one of the jets, causing the bathtub to quickly fill with a cloud of bubbles. She opened her eyes too late, realized too late what he was about to do, and opened her mouth to say something, then the deed was done. She only stared at the bubbles, a bit panicked, then her shoulders dropped. "To quote the great Obi-Wan Kenobi, I have a bad feeling about this."

The bubbles rose and crested over the edge of the tub expanding out like the top of a muffin and reaching up Jessi's neck and Eric's nose, but no higher. With a puff of breath, a smattering of suds went flying up, landing in Jessi's hair. "Relax, I may have added a little too much, but it's not going to fill the house. See, it's already slowing down, and besides, now I get to see you wearing nothing but fluffy bubbles," he said, trying to calm his sister's fears, even as the rising bubbles began to block his vision. Reaching out blindly, his hands touched Jessi, though he had no idea where, he only knew it was somewhere soft.

"Well, I am still allowed to be pessimistic, aren't I?", asked Jessi with a slight smirk at her brother just before they vanished from view completely behind the bubbles. If she was honest with herself, she did find this very amusing and funny, but she just did not want to clean up the whole bathroom. Eh, well, they'd cross that bridge when it comes to that.

"You're not seeing me at all, little dummy," she giggled and reached out to grab her brother, to push herself towards him, but he seemed to have the same idea, and his hand landed on her stomach, just as her hand touched him as well. But in her case, it was something hard, something strong.

Her other hand grabbed his hand on her stomach and pushed it towards her navel. "Now, there's my navel... What way to go now, south or north?"

Eric giggled, as his hand slid down his sister's belly, His fingers wasting no time as they began to slide up and down her slit, rubbing back and forth across her little pearl as his finger tip dipped into her opening. "I think we need to get you extra clean down here; I want to try kissing and licking it more. I really like the taste, especially when you finish. That's when it tastes the best, when it gets super wet and sticky. And maybe I've had a fun idea." he finished, his voice taking on a wickedly playful tone. "What about you Jessi, any dirty ideas you want to try?"

Jessi groaned in clear joy and moaned lustily, rubbing her lower body against her brother's hand, grinding her hips down onto it slowly. It was more like she wanted to enjoy and to really make this last then getting it on again. She just had another orgasm, no need to hurry, right. "How very nice of you to get me clean... I never imagined you liked cleaning up, not when I imagine what your room looks like."

She giggled and then leaned forward now, pushing her body blindly against her brothers, rubbing her perky small breasts against his skin, her hands now on his shoulders, then one of them running into his hair and playing with it. "I might have some ideas... Nothing specific though yet... I guess we'll have to explore a bit more and experience first."

"Well, when cleaning my room gets to be this fun, maybe I'll do that more," came Eric's retort. "Anyway, I was thinking about dessert; you know mom has got all the stuff to make ice cream sundaes, right? Well, I was thinking of other uses for all that stuff... but you do have a point about getting all dirty again, just after getting clean, so maybe we should just skip that one."

Eric went quiet after that, his fingers slowly and gently rubbing Jessi's inner folds and occasionally slipping inside her. "Hey Jess, I didn't hurt you a minute ago, did I? Cause the way we were doing it, I think I was in at an odd angle; it like I was pushing up against the inside of your hip bone or something..." With that, he trailed off, thinking he sounded like an idiot, after all, she'd been the one on top.

With a lusty low moan, Jessi ground her hips slowly against Eric's fingers, enjoying the slow playing and the sensual tickling of her folds, taking the moment to enjoy this slow and sensual love making, a welcome change from the hard fucking. Nothing against that, but a bit of change was good. When Eric asked if he had hurt her, if she was okay, she was thankful for the foam as otherwise he would have seen her grin and blush and acting like a lovestruck little girly girl.

Which she wasn't. But still, that was so cute of him. She giggled slightly. "Don't worry, I'm fine, you did not hurt me. Well, a bit, but it's fine. It's more that... hmm... keep going that... yeah... Well, more like I hurt myself, you know? And it was... a good pain... haaa... if it ever gets too much, I'll stop you, don't worry... I'm not a fragile little doll, you know?"

"It's not that, just... well, I was pressing pretty hard against something in there, and I wouldn't want you to get hurt inside. I mean, if you had to go to the doctor, Mom and Dad would find out for sure, yau know?" As he said this, Eric's finger dipped deeper into Jessi, lightly caringssing her G-spot before slipping out again.

Eric was enjoying the feeling of his sister's firm breasts sliding up and down across his skin, her hard nipples etching soft lines in the soapy foam across his chest. Leaning in, he began kissing her ear, his tongue tracing circles around the stud of her earring, as his finger slipped in again petting her G-spot again, more firmly this time, before slipping out. And as he sat there making out with Jessi, a series of perverse images passed through his mind, things he'd never considered doing before, but soon he planned to at least try them.

A loud, wanton, and sensual moan came from Jessi as she felt her G-spot being tickled in just the right way, in response pushing her body against that of Eric, her firm tits rubbing over his chest. She pulled slightly back though, returning the kiss eagerly, catching his mouth with hers and pushing him back now, against the edge of the bathtub, her lips pressed against his, suckling on his tongue and invading his mouth with her own tongue. Her lower body slowly rocked back and forth, as if demanding to be played with, used, fingered, and made love too, but still, it was so much less than when they had fucked.

She giggled into his mouth, then pulled back, hissing her words against his skin as she began to nibble on his ear, kissing his neck and side of his face. "I think... You fucked me right into my babychamber... hmmm... and it felt good... having my little bro pumping his seed into my womb... so good..."

As Jessi's hips slowly rocked and swiveled on his hand, Eric's fingers began taking longer, slower strokes. Starting at the clit, he would press in, rubbing in circles; then trail down to allow his fingers to dip inside, tease her G-spot, before slipping out again; and finally, sliding down further to briefly caress the tight, puckered opening of her ass, before sliding back up to his sister's clit, to begin again.

"Really?" he asked, then let out a sound somewhere between a purr and a moan as Jessi kissed his ear and neck. Matching his sister's lead, he began kissing her ear in earnest, "MMMMmmmm, I didn't know I was big enough for something like that. Guess it's a good thing mom got you those pills, huh?" he murmured into her ear teasingly, "otherwise it'd be super dangerous for me to finish so deep in you as I did."

Slowly, sensually even, Jessi began to rub her body against that of her brother, the tips of her nipples rubbing against his chest, her tits now and then brushing against him. Her hands were grasping him, one sliding into his neck and massaging him there, clinging to him as if she was holding herself onto him, while her other went to his front and down his body, her fingers dancing over his skin. She was giggling and breathing against his ear and skin, nibbling on his earlobe, kissing him, her body shivering slightly, groaning into his ear.

Hmmm, this was so good what he was doing. That's so unfair. Why is the best lover around her own brother? That's kind of unfair, really. "Idiot..." she whispered lovingly into his ear, then giggling again. She was a bit buzzed but didn't even realize it. She had no idea he had gotten her slightly drunk. "No matter how deep you are... hmmm... It's dangerous... I can get preggers from your pre-cum alone, you little perv... You could put a bun in my oven by putting it in once and then finishing it in my mouth..."

"Then I guess it's extra good mom got you those pills, huh?" Eric giggled, slightly drunk. "After all, you're the perv who likes her brother pumping his seed into her babychamber. Not to mention you don't seem to like it in your mouth, and you're saving this," he pressed more firmly against her back door, "For something special.", he teased, as his free hand began tracing soft circles across the small of her back. "What ever would you do if you didn't have that safety net?"

"Hmmmm... I guess I would be pregnant a lot from now on, huh?" Jessi replied with a slightly challenging tone, smirking at her brother and rolling her hips against his hands. Then she pulled him in for a kiss, a hot, steamy, and passionate kiss she really shouldn't share with her brother. But for fuck's sake, she did not give a shit any more; she was just too fuck-happy to care about any of that. She giggled against her brother's lips, then suddenly pushed him away from her and stood up, standing back from him. "Stand up, I wanna blow you. Perhaps your taste has improved."

As Eric stood, his eyes took on a glassy look. The alcohol he'd drank, and more so the alcohol that had gone directly into his bloodstream when it came out his nose fully taking hold. He didn't pass out so much as black out; the events that followed were reduced to a jumble of disjointed images of debauchery and passion. When he came back to himself, the first rays of gray, cloudy dawn were coming through the window.

His first thought was that his head felt like a train wreck and his mouth was sour and dry. As he became more aware, he noticed his arms were wrapped around a naked Jessi who he was spooning; his morning wood burred to the hilt in her wet, sticky, well-fucked, and cum-filled pussy. As much as he enjoyed the feeling of her warm wetness wrapped around him, he really needed to pee, so as gently as he could he began to disentangle himself from his sister and make his way to the bathroom.

The movements from her brother was what woke Jessi, but not for another half minute or so after her brother had disentangled himself from her and had managed to crawl from the bed and out of the room into the direction of the bathroom. With a slight groan, Jessi sat up, burying her face in her hands, needing another second or so to come back to her senses. It was then that it came back to her. The sex, the debauchery, the kissing, the sex... Okay, mostly the sex. But hey, it had been awesome, of course, that came back first and with the most impact.

Slowly, groaning, she got up. Jessi had always been a slob in the morning, a horrible person to speak to before about half an hour after waking up, and a grouch before breakfast. This day was no exception, perhaps even worse. She felt hungover. Not that she could really place that feeling, never really having been drunk, but her head was pounding a little and her mouth was dry. As she heard her brother in the bathroom, she followed him, but pulled a too large shirt over her form as she went.

As Eric stood before the sink and washed his hands after going to the toilet, Jessi slid into the bathroom and immediately went to him, sliding her hands around him and pushing her body softly against his, her eyes closing, letting out a satisfied moan into his neck. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... morning lover boy..."

"Maybe we should do that every night," Eric said as he turned his head to Jessi, "You're never this nice this early in the morning," he finished teasingly before kissing her on the lips. "We should probably clean up around here, before mom and dad get home, even without taking Aunt Kim's secret stash into account. Let me tell you what. I'll clean up the living room, you'll take care of the kitchen, deal? After that, we can figure out what to do with Aunt Kim's stuff."

Kissing him back, compared to the way they had kissed the night before, this was downright chaste. Jessi lingered on this for a moment while listening to her brother, before nodding sleepily. "Hmmm... kay... gotta shower... You made such a mess of me, I'm dripping."

She smirked slightly, her eyes half closed in her sleep addled status, and then disentangled from the warm body of her brother. Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, she added, "You really shouldn't have fucked me on the table... now it's wobbly." It had been awesome sex, though, thus she wasn't really complaining.

"Oooh, can I watch?" Eric teased as he took his toothbrush and set about his morning routine. "And when did we get to the table?" he asked around a mouth full of tooth paste. "Things got a little blurry after our bath..." He had vague recollections of getting a blowjob and cumming in Jessi's mouth again; of going down on her in return. Had he allowed his tongue to slide further south to her ass? He recalled considering it, but didn't know if he'd gone through with it, or if it was just some bit of teasing he'd done to her. He also recalled at one point holding the round case that held his sister's pills, but it was an image without context; then there were the blurry memories of seeing her play with herself, using a toy she'd pulled from the same box as the sexy lingerie. "Man, what all did we do last night..."

With a smirk Jessi stepped past Eric into the direction of the shower, and as she walked, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing her slender and alluring teenage body, her long legs and her small, perky breasts, her tight behind. Of course Eric had seen all that the day before a lot, but now, after a good night's rest, and in the morning, she appeared all newly alluring again. It could also be because she had this flaunting to her steps, this sauntering which she made to appear so effortless. With a slight giggle, she then said teasingly, "Perv."

And then she stepped into the shower and put on the water, for the moment only caring about getting clean. Truth is, as much fun as it had been, she really felt dirty. And she wanted to get clean, if only on the outside. As she grabbed the shampoo, she said in a downright conversational tone, "I think we got to the table after the stairs... and then, after the table, I think you did me from behind against the fridge... I only wanted to get the ice cream, and you were quite the animal..."

Not that she was complaining or protesting at the time; if she remembered correctly, she did spur him on. "Hey, you remember the crazy stuff we came up with when we fucked at the pool table?"


An 11-year-old boy who, despite his young age, appears mature and confident. He has a playful nature and is quite adventurous, as shown by his readiness to engage in unconventional activities. His interactions suggest he's comfortable with intimacy beyond what's typical for his age. He is caring, as evidenced by his concern for Jessi's wellbeing during their encounters. Despite the morally ambiguous context of the story, Eric comes off as someone with a strong personality and a daring spirit.

"Hmmm, this is nice..." Indeed it was nice; the loofah felt good against her skin, the soft workings of Eric's hand were nice. She felt already the effect of this combined with the workings of the jacuzzi to relax her muscles, and he let out a sensual sigh, without wanting it even, biting her lower lip and closing her eyes, the perfect picture of sensual enjoyment at this moment. "Now... this is good..."

At least until Eric had an idea and began to squirt soap into one of the jets, causing the bathtub to quickly fill with a cloud of bubbles. She opened her eyes too late, realized too late what he was about to do, and opened her mouth to say something, then the deed was done. She only stared at the bubbles, a bit panicked, then her shoulders dropped. "To quote the great Obi-Wan Kenobi, I have a bad feeling about this."

The bubbles rose and crested over the edge of the tub expanding out like the top of a muffin and reaching up Jessi's neck and Eric's nose, but no higher. With a puff of breath, a smattering of suds went flying up, landing in Jessi's hair. "Relax, I may have added a little too much, but it's not going to fill the house. See, it's already slowing down, and besides, now I get to see you wearing nothing but fluffy bubbles," he said, trying to calm his sister's fears, even as the rising bubbles began to block his vision. Reaching out blindly, his hands touched Jessi, though he had no idea where, he only knew it was somewhere soft.

"Well, I am still allowed to be pessimistic, aren't I?", asked Jessi with a slight smirk at her brother just before they vanished from view completely behind the bubbles. If she was honest with herself, she did find this very amusing and funny, but she just did not want to clean up the whole bathroom. Eh, well, they'd cross that bridge when it comes to that.

"You're not seeing me at all, little dummy," she giggled and reached out to grab her brother, to push herself towards him, but he seemed to have the same idea, and his hand landed on her stomach, just as her hand touched him as well. But in her case, it was something hard, something strong.

Her other hand grabbed his hand on her stomach and pushed it towards her navel. "Now, there's my navel... What way to go now, south or north?"

Eric giggled, as his hand slid down his sister's belly, His fingers wasting no time as they began to slide up and down her slit, rubbing back and forth across her little pearl as his finger tip dipped into her opening. "I think we need to get you extra clean down here; I want to try kissing and licking it more. I really like the taste, especially when you finish. That's when it tastes the best, when it gets super wet and sticky. And maybe I've had a fun idea." he finished, his voice taking on a wickedly playful tone. "What about you Jessi, any dirty ideas you want to try?"

Jessi groaned in clear joy and moaned lustily, rubbing her lower body against her brother's hand, grinding her hips down onto it slowly. It was more like she wanted to enjoy and to really make this last then getting it on again. She just had another orgasm, no need to hurry, right. "How very nice of you to get me clean... I never imagined you liked cleaning up, not when I imagine what your room looks like."

She giggled and then leaned forward now, pushing her body blindly against her brothers, rubbing her perky small breasts against his skin, her hands now on his shoulders, then one of them running into his hair and playing with it. "I might have some ideas... Nothing specific though yet... I guess we'll have to explore a bit more and experience first."

"Well, when cleaning my room gets to be this fun, maybe I'll do that more," came Eric's retort. "Anyway, I was thinking about dessert; you know mom has got all the stuff to make ice cream sundaes, right? Well, I was thinking of other uses for all that stuff... but you do have a point about getting all dirty again, just after getting clean, so maybe we should just skip that one."

Eric went quiet after that, his fingers slowly and gently rubbing Jessi's inner folds and occasionally slipping inside her. "Hey Jess, I didn't hurt you a minute ago, did I? Cause the way we were doing it, I think I was in at an odd angle; it like I was pushing up against the inside of your hip bone or something..." With that, he trailed off, thinking he sounded like an idiot, after all, she'd been the one on top.

With a lusty low moan, Jessi ground her hips slowly against Eric's fingers, enjoying the slow playing and the sensual tickling of her folds, taking the moment to enjoy this slow and sensual love making, a welcome change from the hard fucking. Nothing against that, but a bit of change was good. When Eric asked if he had hurt her, if she was okay, she was thankful for the foam as otherwise he would have seen her grin and blush and acting like a lovestruck little girly girl.

Which she wasn't. But still, that was so cute of him. She giggled slightly. "Don't worry, I'm fine, you did not hurt me. Well, a bit, but it's fine. It's more that... hmm... keep going that... yeah... Well, more like I hurt myself, you know? And it was... a good pain... haaa... if it ever gets too much, I'll stop you, don't worry... I'm not a fragile little doll, you know?"

"It's not that, just... well, I was pressing pretty hard against something in there, and I wouldn't want you to get hurt inside. I mean, if you had to go to the doctor, Mom and Dad would find out for sure, yau know?" As he said this, Eric's finger dipped deeper into Jessi, lightly caringssing her G-spot before slipping out again.

Eric was enjoying the feeling of his sister's firm breasts sliding up and down across his skin, her hard nipples etching soft lines in the soapy foam across his chest. Leaning in, he began kissing her ear, his tongue tracing circles around the stud of her earring, as his finger slipped in again petting her G-spot again, more firmly this time, before slipping out. And as he sat there making out with Jessi, a series of perverse images passed through his mind, things he'd never considered doing before, but soon he planned to at least try them.

A loud, wanton, and sensual moan came from Jessi as she felt her G-spot being tickled in just the right way, in response pushing her body against that of Eric, her firm tits rubbing over his chest. She pulled slightly back though, returning the kiss eagerly, catching his mouth with hers and pushing him back now, against the edge of the bathtub, her lips pressed against his, suckling on his tongue and invading his mouth with her own tongue. Her lower body slowly rocked back and forth, as if demanding to be played with, used, fingered, and made love too, but still, it was so much less than when they had fucked.

She giggled into his mouth, then pulled back, hissing her words against his skin as she began to nibble on his ear, kissing his neck and side of his face. "I think... You fucked me right into my babychamber... hmmm... and it felt good... having my little bro pumping his seed into my womb... so good..."

As Jessi's hips slowly rocked and swiveled on his hand, Eric's fingers began taking longer, slower strokes. Starting at the clit, he would press in, rubbing in circles; then trail down to allow his fingers to dip inside, tease her G-spot, before slipping out again; and finally, sliding down further to briefly caress the tight, puckered opening of her ass, before sliding back up to his sister's clit, to begin again.

"Really?" he asked, then let out a sound somewhere between a purr and a moan as Jessi kissed his ear and neck. Matching his sister's lead, he began kissing her ear in earnest, "MMMMmmmm, I didn't know I was big enough for something like that. Guess it's a good thing mom got you those pills, huh?" he murmured into her ear teasingly, "otherwise it'd be super dangerous for me to finish so deep in you as I did."

Slowly, sensually even, Jessi began to rub her body against that of her brother, the tips of her nipples rubbing against his chest, her tits now and then brushing against him. Her hands were grasping him, one sliding into his neck and massaging him there, clinging to him as if she was holding herself onto him, while her other went to his front and down his body, her fingers dancing over his skin. She was giggling and breathing against his ear and skin, nibbling on his earlobe, kissing him, her body shivering slightly, groaning into his ear.

Hmmm, this was so good what he was doing. That's so unfair. Why is the best lover around her own brother? That's kind of unfair, really. "Idiot..." she whispered lovingly into his ear, then giggling again. She was a bit buzzed but didn't even realize it. She had no idea he had gotten her slightly drunk. "No matter how deep you are... hmmm... It's dangerous... I can get preggers from your pre-cum alone, you little perv... You could put a bun in my oven by putting it in once and then finishing it in my mouth..."

"Then I guess it's extra good mom got you those pills, huh?" Eric giggled, slightly drunk. "After all, you're the perv who likes her brother pumping his seed into her babychamber. Not to mention you don't seem to like it in your mouth, and you're saving this," he pressed more firmly against her back door, "For something special.", he teased, as his free hand began tracing soft circles across the small of her back. "What ever would you do if you didn't have that safety net?"

"Hmmmm... I guess I would be pregnant a lot from now on, huh?" Jessi replied with a slightly challenging tone, smirking at her brother and rolling her hips against his hands. Then she pulled him in for a kiss, a hot, steamy, and passionate kiss she really shouldn't share with her brother. But for fuck's sake, she did not give a shit any more; she was just too fuck-happy to care about any of that. She giggled against her brother's lips, then suddenly pushed him away from her and stood up, standing back from him. "Stand up, I wanna blow you. Perhaps your taste has improved."

As Eric stood, his eyes took on a glassy look. The alcohol he'd drank, and more so the alcohol that had gone directly into his bloodstream when it came out his nose fully taking hold. He didn't pass out so much as black out; the events that followed were reduced to a jumble of disjointed images of debauchery and passion. When he came back to himself, the first rays of gray, cloudy dawn were coming through the window.

His first thought was that his head felt like a train wreck and his mouth was sour and dry. As he became more aware, he noticed his arms were wrapped around a naked Jessi who he was spooning; his morning wood burred to the hilt in her wet, sticky, well-fucked, and cum-filled pussy. As much as he enjoyed the feeling of her warm wetness wrapped around him, he really needed to pee, so as gently as he could he began to disentangle himself from his sister and make his way to the bathroom.

The movements from her brother was what woke Jessi, but not for another half minute or so after her brother had disentangled himself from her and had managed to crawl from the bed and out of the room into the direction of the bathroom. With a slight groan, Jessi sat up, burying her face in her hands, needing another second or so to come back to her senses. It was then that it came back to her. The sex, the debauchery, the kissing, the sex... Okay, mostly the sex. But hey, it had been awesome, of course, that came back first and with the most impact.

Slowly, groaning, she got up. Jessi had always been a slob in the morning, a horrible person to speak to before about half an hour after waking up, and a grouch before breakfast. This day was no exception, perhaps even worse. She felt hungover. Not that she could really place that feeling, never really having been drunk, but her head was pounding a little and her mouth was dry. As she heard her brother in the bathroom, she followed him, but pulled a too large shirt over her form as she went.

As Eric stood before the sink and washed his hands after going to the toilet, Jessi slid into the bathroom and immediately went to him, sliding her hands around him and pushing her body softly against his, her eyes closing, letting out a satisfied moan into his neck. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... morning lover boy..."

"Maybe we should do that every night," Eric said as he turned his head to Jessi, "You're never this nice this early in the morning," he finished teasingly before kissing her on the lips. "We should probably clean up around here, before mom and dad get home, even without taking Aunt Kim's secret stash into account. Let me tell you what. I'll clean up the living room, you'll take care of the kitchen, deal? After that, we can figure out what to do with Aunt Kim's stuff."

Kissing him back, compared to the way they had kissed the night before, this was downright chaste. Jessi lingered on this for a moment while listening to her brother, before nodding sleepily. "Hmmm... kay... gotta shower... You made such a mess of me, I'm dripping."

She smirked slightly, her eyes half closed in her sleep addled status, and then disentangled from the warm body of her brother. Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, she added, "You really shouldn't have fucked me on the table... now it's wobbly." It had been awesome sex, though, thus she wasn't really complaining.

"Oooh, can I watch?" Eric teased as he took his toothbrush and set about his morning routine. "And when did we get to the table?" he asked around a mouth full of tooth paste. "Things got a little blurry after our bath..." He had vague recollections of getting a blowjob and cumming in Jessi's mouth again; of going down on her in return. Had he allowed his tongue to slide further south to her ass? He recalled considering it, but didn't know if he'd gone through with it, or if it was just some bit of teasing he'd done to her. He also recalled at one point holding the round case that held his sister's pills, but it was an image without context; then there were the blurry memories of seeing her play with herself, using a toy she'd pulled from the same box as the sexy lingerie. "Man, what all did we do last night..."

With a smirk Jessi stepped past Eric into the direction of the shower, and as she walked, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing her slender and alluring teenage body, her long legs and her small, perky breasts, her tight behind. Of course Eric had seen all that the day before a lot, but now, after a good night's rest, and in the morning, she appeared all newly alluring again. It could also be because she had this flaunting to her steps, this sauntering which she made to appear so effortless. With a slight giggle, she then said teasingly, "Perv."

And then she stepped into the shower and put on the water, for the moment only caring about getting clean. Truth is, as much fun as it had been, she really felt dirty. And she wanted to get clean, if only on the outside. As she grabbed the shampoo, she said in a downright conversational tone, "I think we got to the table after the stairs... and then, after the table, I think you did me from behind against the fridge... I only wanted to get the ice cream, and you were quite the animal..."

Not that she was complaining or protesting at the time; if she remembered correctly, she did spur him on. "Hey, you remember the crazy stuff we came up with when we fucked at the pool table?"

"Refresh my memory; my head's so messed up I could have fallen up the stairs and not remember it." He thought he could remember something about Jessi getting ice cream, and him getting ice cubes out of the freezer to rub on her tits, and making a comment about giving her his cream instead. He couldn't recall coming back around to the pool table at all though, but then he didn't remember the stairs either.


A woman of captivating beauty, possessing an aura of serene grace and strength. Her touch is gentle, hinting at a compassionate nature beneath her initially reserved exterior. She has been conditioned by her past as a slave to suppress her desires and maintain a certain level of distance, yet she exhibits immense courage in defying these constraints when it comes to Ren. Despite the hardships she's endured, she retains an admirable sense of duty and loyalty towards him. Her speech suggests intelligence and wisdom beyond her years or station. She is a resilient character with an intriguing blend of vulnerability and fortitude.

"Please..." Raja whispered softly against his lips. Gently trailing her touch along his jaw again. Her voice sweet. "I just, do not want to risk my heart before I am sure you are safe and sound." She smiled softly, closing her eyes and kissing him again, like she had before she had taken to the change. Her lips soft against his own. "Where my affections lie with you... are embedded deep within my heart... and to bare it so... would only give them means to hurt you. You must, at all costs be protected... your kingdom needs you." She stated simply. Though out here in the open... in the vast freedoms of the land, she felt at ease... more powerful, more confident.

As the goddess had always intended. "come out of this alive... and return to where you belong... and I promise I'll reconsider being your Queen." She whispered again between kisses. A feverish need more evident now in her touch. She wanted him. Unlike she had before... this was a new aching need, a new sort of want. Raja was almost embarrassed of herself, this much so was evident in how she softly pulled away. Ashamed of her reaction to his touch.

"I'll accept your promise." Ren responded between gaps in there kisses. The woman's true feelings began to show as they kissed, Raja's touch growing more seductive. A want that he could not understand. There kisses grew with a heated passion. Then suddenly he felt her pulling away, though he went with her before they finally parted. A hand moved up her back, resting just below the base of her neck. Their eyes where on one another, the two of them had never touched nor kissed like that before.

"Don't be afraid too... We're alone now, no one watching us or telling us how to behave. We're free." He told her kissing her lips once again only to pull away to see what she would do. A passion was in her touch, wanting him as she grew more confident.

Raja closed her eyes in his kiss. The feel of his lips was soft and warm. She was going against everything she had been taught, everything she had been told, and against the very words she solemnly swore as a slave to the royal family. She gently trailed her fingertips along his jaw line, her eyes still closed as she envisioned his face through touch alone. She knew his face, she could never forget it. "Ren... " She whispered softly, before opening those eyes and study his face for real, her eyes stuck on his own.

"Please... just because you may be compelled by my emotions... only do what feels right to you. I would never deny you... know that. But i would never convince you of something that is not right for you."

"This feels more right than anything I've done..." Ren told her. His hand pulled her neck closer, resting it against his own. The man held her in his grasp, not kissing her nor letting go of the woman. The rhythm of his heart pounded in his chest, a feeling she should be able to feel with how close he held onto her. Royalty, slave, money fortune, nothing mattered to him right then. The only thought on his mind was her. Emptiness surrounded them, the night grew darker as clouds started to pass over the moon and stars. Shades of gray only faded into black, the search party couldn't continue in such a night. The man planted a soft kiss on her neck, he fought the urge to continue with her. Though couldn't find himself to do so if she didn't as well.

He had taken her before, but it felt different to him then. They were on the same level yet he had not realized it.

Raja felt her nerves trembling, her heart pounding and his heat invading her own. She felt his hand upon her neck and his breath flourish against her skin. The night swallowed them suddenly... and she didn't even notice. The sounds surrounding them dulled and all she knew was his heart beat and his touch. His words beat around inside her head. His lips grazed her neck and her breath stole away in her lungs. She closed her eyes momentarily and exhaled slowly... relaxing in against his touch. Melting in against his body as the darkness consumed them both and the night settled in upon them.

"I can not tell you otherwise... if it feels right to you..." She whispered softly against his ear. Breathing in his scent, familiarizing with him again. She lightly returned that warm, soft kiss to his neck. Not once withdrawing, nor shunning away from his touch.

Ren nodded slowly, his kisses traced her neck past her jaw line till they lined with her lips once more. It was more of a delicate string of kisses that lead there, leading into them kissing once more. He could feel her lack of tension, almost melting into him. The two of them slowly moved downward so they were no longer standing there in the night. Sitting down back in a tucked away place out of sight from anyone who may still be out. Not necessarily looking for them, it did not matter as long as they stayed hidden and alone.

"What about you?" He asked, it mattered not if it felt right to him. Did it not to her? She had been with him for so long. She qualified to be his bride if it wasn't for one simple thing. She was his slave, but no longer. The thrown had been overtaken, who would still be there to know she was once a slave of his? It would be unlikely to happen.

Slowly, they had lowered into a comfortable position, tucked away and out of sight. Raja pressed against him, the line of her body curled into his own as he questioned her. She sighed softly and gently traced her fingertips along his jaw, down the tender line of his neck and collar bone. "It... It feels right to me." There was no uncertainty, no hesitation in her voice. She opened her eyes and let her lips lightly graze his. Those pale light eyes gazing upon him. Studying the lines of his face.

"Trust I would not lie to you Ren... I would not lie to my Prince. Not then, not now, not ever." She assured him. The cool night air settled in around them, it felt like silk against the heat of her skin. She nuzzled into him. "It feels right to me... as right as anything."

It wasn't like Ren to grow nervous, yet as she gazed into his eyes an unsettling feeling in his chest. Butterflies like he had never felt before, why now? Ren trusted her and what she said was true, yet as he kissed her once more it was as if they had never done a thing in the past. He knew how he felt in his heart, he wanted her just as she did for him. The realization that she felt the same for him hit him. He couldn't find the worlds to say anything more. Slowly his eyes closed holding onto her as he continued with the kiss.

With tentative motion Raja held into that kiss. His silence, his lack of words but loud actions calmed her. Reassured her. She gently stroked his cheek and released the kiss. Eyes closed and breathing slightly shallow. "You make my heart race... and though it is right... there are more important matters my prince... we must see to your survival of all things first... please..." She whispered softly. Opening her eyes once more to gaze upon him.


A handsome prince with an air of regality and authority about him. He possesses a tender side that he often conceals beneath his princely demeanor. His voice carries the weight of someone who has been trained to lead and command, yet there's an underlying softness that betrays his genuine care for others. Despite being accustomed to luxury and safety, he exhibits bravery when faced with uncertainty or danger. He is guided by his emotions more than reason at times, indicating a passionate nature. His trust in Raja suggests a level of openness and vulnerability which further highlights his complex personality---strong but sensitive, authoritative yet caring.

With tentative motion Raja held into that kiss. His silence, his lack of words but loud actions calmed her. Reassured her. She gently stroked his cheek and released the kiss. Eyes closed and breathing slightly shallow. "You make my heart race... and though it is right... there are more important matters my prince... we must see to your survival of all things first... please..." She whispered softly. Opening her eyes once more to gaze upon him.

True feelings had come out, not from just one but both parties. The kiss broken and the moment passed. Though Ren would have loved to continue, go further even, she was right. More important matters were at hand, but she had said something else. Something that bothered him. "And yours as well." He added. His survival meant nothing with out hers as well. Regardless she would be with him till the end. He kissed her lips one final time, moments passed as he savored the touch of her lips on his. Then that was it. For now.

Safety was something she knew, his sheltered life kept him from the outside world. Only grown to be the king of the land but never to see what he ruled over. "You're right though." he spoke quietly. In a tone disappointed and wanting but not the slightest angry in her. "We'll continue once we're somewhere safe." In this out-cove hidden among bushes and trees, they were far from safe. It was a place to hide but nothing more. Raja knew this more than he did, he naively went along with what she said. Trusting in her words knowing she was all he had left.