An 11-year-old boy on the cusp of puberty, characterized by an impish sense of mischief and a budding sexual curiosity. He's quite bold for his age, unafraid to express his desires or fantasies, even those that are taboo. Despite this audacity, he also displays moments of sensitivity and consideration towards others' feelings. He has an average build for his age with some early signs of adolescence such as the capacity for sexual arousal and orgasm.

It did have the desired effect. Be it because Jessi was simply some sort of repressed pervert or thanks to the liquor in her drink, at the moment she was one horny and sensitive piece of fuck-meat. And her brother was pushing all the right buttons at the moment. As soon as Eric hit her rosebud, Jessi squealed in pleasure and then moaned out loudly, her legs shaking and her whole body shivering with desire and joy. She bit her lip, her eyes seemed to roll back, and her back arched while she still held onto the pool table so hard that her knuckles turned white, if she would she would simply fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Well, a sexy sack of potatoes, but still. "Eric... hmmma... I'm gonna... haaa..."

Eric could feel both of Jessi's openings clenching and spasming. As she called out his name, she arched her back, pressing his face hard against her backside, causing Eric's tongue to probe new depths. The pressure from his thumb was also increased, no longer simply stroking her tight rosebud but slowly teasing it open. On instinct, his other hand began pinching and stroking Jessi's clit even harder, to the point of almost being painful, but not quite.

For Jessi, it seemed as if she had lost conscience for a moment there, her body shaking and shivering, her back arching, and her breathing being nothing more than loud panting and moaning as she orgasmed hard over her brother's face, showering him with her juices. She shook, her pussy quivering, her backside clenching, her knees shaking nearly violently as she lost control over herself.

For her, it was like her heart skipped a few beats before she was back, slowly, very slowly, gliding back into the world of the living, coming down from her high.

Eric rocked back on his heals, watching Jessi's entire body shudder and tremble, as her moans were interrupted by short, trembling gasps. Taking a moment to admire his handy work, he could see a sheen of her nectar, and his own saliva coating her from the clit to the mid thigh, soaking the top of the stockings she wore.

As Jessi's breathing became more regular, and her shuddering began to subside, Eric stood, positioning himself behind her nearly limp legs, the bulk of her weight being held up only by the pool table. All 5 inches of him were painfully straining for their own release. Slowly, he slid into her all the way to the base, then sat for a moment, enjoying the last few spasms of orgasm deep within her. "So what do you think of your little brother now?" he asked as he leaned forward, taking hold of her shoulders, and began thrusting at a slow pace.

A low, pleasured groan came from Jessi as she slowly clawed her way back from her orgasmic high, still breathing hard, her body covered in a fine layer of sweat, her eyes half closed, nibbling on her lower lip. She still held onto the pool table, as if it was a life-line, as if she would drown the moment she let go. Then, as if she hadn't seen that coming, she squeaked in surprise and pleasure as her still shivering cunt was invaded by her brother's dick, spearing into her easily.

She let out another deep, grown, downright whorish, her eyes closed now, her body shaking again. However, she did move against him, out of instinct, clearly enjoying this, loving that he took his time with her still recovering body. "Hmmmmmm... I think... my little brother... hmaaa... is a... haaa... so good... ge's... a little squirt... but... haaa... such a good fucker... hmmm..."

Eric grunted with each powerful thrust, his hips making a slapping sound against the curve of Jessi's ass. His hands went to her waist gripping hard so he could pull his sister toward him, driving in deeper. Suddenly change his pace, going from long, slow, hard thrusts to sawing away at Jessi's hot, twitching depths with his five inches. "Oh yeah... how... how good?"

With each thrust of her little brother into her sopping wet pussy, Jessi let out another small yelp and moan, grunting and biting her lips, moving against him, allowing him to dictate the speed and how hard they got. She was lightheaded, thanks to the alcohol and what they were doing, moaning like some bitch in heat, allowing her brother to plow her wet snatch, feeling him moving into her, then suddenly he got faster, much faster, railing her. She grunted and arched her back, her body reacted on its own, her loins were on fire. "Fuck... haa... the best... hmmaaa... yes, fuck yes, he's the best... haaa! God yes... fuck me, fuck your sister!"

"You're so dirty Jessi, I bet you'd say yes to anything right now, huh? Like if I wanted to do this with all your friends, you'd help me; in fact, you'd even stand there and watch. No not just watch, you'd be kissing and grabbing, and having her do things to you, huh?" Eric's mind swirled with images of his sister and her friends, then other girls; one blurring into the next, like an erotic kaleidoscope in his mind. At last, one image resolved itself, his sister and Liz, making out as he switched back and forth between the two. "Oh god... so hot," he groaned.

Jessi couldn't reply, not really, her mind filled with the naughtiness of it all, with the pleasure of the forbidden, the realization that he was right, that she would say everything right now. Damn, was it really this good, was this really... Yes, it was. Her little brother, the innocent, cute little brother, was fucking her, his small but for his age big dick pistoning in and out of her wet snatch, sending jolts of pleasure up and down her spine, her mind going crazy at this rate.

She could only hold on for dear life and groan and move against him, shaking slightly, her body covered in a fine layer of sweat, her hips rocking, feeling how the heat in her went hotter and hotter with each thrust of him into her. "Hmmmaaa... Yes I do... yes... I would do anything... hmm... God, yes, fuck me, fuck me, my little perverted brother! Fuck your sister, yes!"

With those images dancing through his head, Eric slammed into Jessi as hard as he could, pulsing and throbbing as he came deep inside. Even with the energy and quick recovery time that comes with just entering puberty, this third orgasm in less than two hours left him drained, and his own legs buckled, nearly collapsing himself.

"*gasp* *gasp* That was... *gasp* incredible...", Eric's lips kissed the sweat coated skin of Jessi's back. "Thank you."

Breathing hard herself, Jessi felt Eric come inside of her once more, filling her with his seed, and only somewhere in her mind did she realize that this wasn't perhaps the best thing, that this should not have happened. But she did not care, it felt good, it felt naughty and dirty, and was simply... well, it felt good.

With a soft smile on her lips, a soft smile that also looked a bit mischievous, she pulled away from Eric and disentangled herself from him, turning around and now sitting on the ground with her back against the pool table. One hand was on Eric's shoulder, the other on his waist, and she pulled him softly towards her, slinging her arms around him. "Come here, my not so little brother..."

Then she kissed him, softly, her lips brushing against his, her breath on his skin. She tasted of chocolate and peppermint.

Eric returned the kiss, enjoying the taste on his sister's lips, as he relived the last few minutes in his mind. As the fantasies that he'd had came rushing back, a jumble of thoughts began to take shape.

"Hey Jessi," he asked, breaking their kiss, "You know, I was thinking some wild things while we were... you know... and well... I think maybe I like Liz. You know, I mean, LIKE like her...", he turned his head, gazing off into the middle distance. "I was thinking of you and her doing things together, and me doing things to both of you. And..."

Eric paused; he wasn't sure why he was saying this but for some reason, he felt it needed to be said. "I mean I was thinking about you and lots of girls; your friends; some of the cheerleaders at school; even Mom because you were talking about it... but once I thought of her, the two of you were the only thing I could think about... And I... I think maybe I LIKE you too."

Jessi was torn between amusement and shock at hearing this. She swallowed then, looking at Eric with somewhat uncertain eyes, appearing as if she would either snap at him or melt away at these words. After a moment of hesitation, a very long moment it seemed and it must be horrible for Eric, Jessi did neither of those two things and instead pushed him slowly away from her. "Ummm... okay..."

That was clearly not the best way of reacting to this, but what else could she say? She was a bit tipsy, only the slightest bit, but not that drunk. She still knew what she was doing and what was going on. "Look... I'm your big sister... And the first girl you kissed... and slept with... well, not so much sleeping but fucking... and, ummm..."

She sighed then, letting her head drop, only to look back at him with a smile. "How about we... how about we, like, just do what we want for now and... and sort out our feelings once this is all over, okay? And hey, if nothing else, I promise you I will help you ask out Liz. Deal?"

Eric smiled and nodded, "Yeah, OK. And as for what I'm feeling right now, I'm feeling like more food and hot cocoa, how about you? And after that, we can watch those tapes some more, or something; maybe get some ideas for what to try next." he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

The smirk that stole it's way onto Eric's sister's face spoke volumes about what she thought about this. "Hmmm, sound's good... Though I'm not so sure about the tapes. I mean, you're like some monster, always more sex, huh? You have one tracked mind, my dear pervy brother."

She smiled at him and gave him a loving little shove, then climbing back to her feet and stretching as if she had just woken up after a long, long and relaxing night. "I'm all sticky, the things you do with me... Geez."

And with that said, she sauntered back into the direction of the living room, making sure to move sensually and like some sexy beast, all elegance and easy confidence. She did not really manage it, she simply wasn't that experienced at such things, but she was a slender teenage girl with brightly colored hair and dressed in sexy bottoms; she was one fine piece of ass for sure.

"I can't help it," came Eric's grinning reply, "You're pretty, and you're dressed in the hottest clothes ever." With that, Eric came to his feet, and followed Jessi out of the den, his eyes never leaving her swaying body. "So do you want me to make the coco again, or should I dig out the stuff for hotdogs and chips?" he asked as he followed her through past the blue screen of the TV and the crackling fireplace, toward the kitchen. "Hey, do you think we can cook the hotdogs in the fireplace, on sticks like a camp out?"

"Hmmm, coco sounds good..." Jessi shrugged and then whirled around to face Eric, her posture changing, once more suddenly appearing as her usual bratty teenage self and less like the confident sexy and alluring seductress she had played just moments earlier. "So, okay, hotdogs and chips and coco... And how about an old movie? You know... Let's do something... nothing sexy for a change, okay?" Then her smile grew into a smirk. "And after that, let's see if we can both fit into the hot tub when we do the dirty, okay?"

"Sounds good, but what movie did you have in mind? I don't want to watch something stupid, with talking dogs or things like that." came Eric's reply as he grabbed their cups off the table and made his way into the kitchen. "I'll make the coco again, you'll grab the food," he said over his shoulder, as he began adding the powdered chocolate to the cups and taking the bottle of extract out of the cabinet.

"Sure, let's do that." Seemingly satisfied Jessi followed her brother into the kitchen and began to rummage around, searching for the hotdog buns, sausages, and chips, needing a bit of time to find them as she had only used this kitchen once or twice so far. It was strange seeing her like that, all dressed up sexily and sensually, searching the kitchen counter and the fridge, and as she realized this, and that Eric was naked as well, she couldn't help but to smirk and take care to bend down extra far with her legs still straight to show off her ass and freshly fucked pussy, to wiggle her behind a bit when she was sure he would notice.

She also did not really see what Eric was doing; otherwise, she might have spotted the alcohol. Or perhaps not, who knows. Truth is, she didn't and thus, most likely, she would get a bit more drunk before the evening was over.

"Hey, I thought you wanted to take a break," Eric said teasingly as he watched his sister's show. Suddenly, his own sense of impish mischief came to the fore; as Jessi was bending over, rummaging through the fridge, he dipped his fingers into the clear liquid he'd just poured into their cups. Coming up behind her as she stood, he wrapped his arms around her in a hug, and began to pinch and rub her nipples, smearing them with the icy, cool sensation of mint.

"Well, I did, not my fault I'm so sexy, I can't help it," Jessi replied with a smirk and playfully pushed out her tongue at her brother before giggling and getting back to searching for the chips and hot dogs she had already.

But of course, her little bratty brother did not allow this, and suddenly he attacked her from behind with ice-cold hands and ice-cold mint-beverage. She squeaked and squealed in shock, and for a moment she went stiff, then she laughed and tried to fight him off, her nearly naked body fighting Eric. "Yikes! Eric, let go, nohohoho! You asshole!" She did not mean the asshole; it was obvious.

"What that about your little asshole?" Eric asked with a laugh. One of his hands went away from her breast then and slid around behind her, across the cheek of her backside, his mint coated fingers threatening to probe said opening. "Should I give it a rub too?" he chuckled wickedly, his still exhausted length trying to rise again, "Or maybe more?"

"Nohoho!" Jessi still squealed and shrieked, more laughter than anything else, trying to disentangle herself from her brother, but not really; it was as if she was simply playing it. However, when his hand threatened to penetrate her backside, she grew stiff all of a sudden. "Eric, no, no fucking way! Don't do that, I'm warning you."

This was no longer played; she actually seemed to mean it. She totally missed the way his dick grew again and got hard; she was too occupied with protecting her anal virginity.

Eric stopped, jumping back at Jessi's warning, but she was a fraction of a second too late. Eric's fingertip brushed against her pucker, leaving a trace of peppermint that glazed her opening with its burning cold sensation. "I'm only playing, no need to freak out on me! See," he said, indicating how he was only semi-hard. "I can't even get it big enough to do anything right now."

He could kind of understand why she flipped from playing to serious so suddenly, so he didn't act sullen like he might have in other circumstances. Still, the sudden shift had put a damper on his playful mood, and what rigidity he had begun to have receded.

Jessi did look down at his dick, like he had said it was in no condition to get hard. Then she went back up to him and visibly relaxed, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Okay... sorry, I... Urgh, fuck it, sorry, I sort of panicked there for a second..." She turned around and with a bit more force than needed, she opened the freezer and ripped the chips out, then while she kept up preparing everything she tried to explain. "You know... I never did anything with my... well, with my ass. And... Oh, fuck it, for fuck's sake..."

She visibly deflated, her head hanging for a second, her shoulders as well, then she turned back to face him and gave him a smile that was either bitter or optimistic, hard to tell. "You know, my first time giving a blowjob was kinda... it was kinda meh. And losing my V-Card was underwhelming. Just... I know, I said something different, but in truth, it wasn't all that great. In fact, it was disappointing. So I want... I don't know, I want my first time doing that really special. It's my last chance, you know?"

Eric thought about what Jessi said, as he added hot water to the cups. All the things he'd done tonight had been great; it never occurred to him that her firsts might not be. In fact, thinking back, maybe even some of the things she'd done tonight hadn't been fun for her; she certainly hadn't looked pleased after she'd had him in her mouth.

"I'm sorry," he said at last, "I was just playing... having fun, you know?... If you don't want to do something... you know... like you didn't want to get dressed up like that... well, just tell me to stop, OK. I don't want to be a squirt, or a brat, or whatever."

Before she could stop herself, Jessi's hand was on Eric's head, and she ruffled his hair, tenderly so, and gave him an honest smile. "You know what... That's the sweetest thing a boy ever said to me..." She stopped short as she realized something. "And now that sounds depressing."

Still, she giggled at him and grins, the grin turning into a smirk. "And you know, you are a squirt and brat and whatever... But for the time being, you are my squirt and brat and whatever, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

Eric passed Jessi her cup of hot chocolate. "Thanks... I think," he replied with a grin to match her own. "So, do we have everything we need for dinner? I'm ready to wrap up in a blanket for a while and watch a movie."


A young woman who appears dirty and disheveled, likely due to her life as a thief. She wears a dress that needs laundering, indicating she may not have access to proper resources or care for herself well. Despite her criminal activities, she seems inexperienced and vulnerable in certain situations, such as when confronted by Alistair. Her determination to start a better life in America suggests that she is resourceful and driven but might be resorting to theft out of desperation rather than malice.

Ruby had hoped to get the door unlocked without getting caught but her hands were shaking so that her nails had scratched against the door, the sound of sloshing water couldn't cover the noise and the man was out of the tub at on her in a moment without even bothering to cover himself though she couldn't really blame him, it was his room and she was after all trespassing... but still... being face to face with naked man, in his quarters—if he searched her pockets she was doomed, they might just throw her overboard!

In a moments time she was trying to pick a lock and the next she was tied to the rod in the closet by the wrists. "I..." she stuttered over her words "I..." she hung her head she had nothing to say for herself, what should she say... what could she say I'm a thief and I have your cuff links in my pocket along with a handful of other peoples belongings and I was trying to get out of your cabin unnoticed so I could keep on filching from filthy rich people so I can start my life in America better off than my life in London had been? Ruby was sure that would go over really well.

Alistair looked at the girl with a look of satisfaction at a job well done. whoever this intruder was she was in his control now. But oh she was dirty, and didn't smell very well either. Not at all like a lady. Of course from the look of her he could see the reason why. That dress of hers was the problem. it needed laundered badly. Best to get it off of her and to the laundry as soon as possible. As Alistair considered that thought a great smile caught his lips. That sound like jolly good fun, and this girl had no cause to complain. He walked over to her and started unbuttoning her dress and as he did his cock responded to the situation, becoming quite hard. This was really quite delightful.

As his hands came to the buttons of her dress Ruby panicked her hands began to tug and pull at the cord holding her to the closet "Stop It! Stop it!! are you crazy? what are you doing?!!" she scooted back the action pulled her away from his hands and if he reached for her again she'd kick! "The fact that you found me in your cabin doesn't give you permission to my body!! You... you... arrogant beast!" Once again a wealthy person proved to her that just because they had money they thought they were entitled to everything!

Tears were forming behind her eyes but she refused to let them fall, if he got her out of the dress he'd find out about his links and the other belongings and her life would probably be over. Perhaps the man thought she was a woman of the night but nothing could be further from the truth, Ruby had never lain with a man before—she'd never been so much as kissed!

Alistair stepped back and was indignant. "Young woman! I'll thank you to be quiet or I'll simply call the constable! You after all broke into my room to do God knows what! I have nothing to fear." At that moment, he remembered that he had come straight from the tub and was naked, and horrors hard besides. No wonder she thought him a rapist. He left her hanging from the closet rod and pulled on some shorts. When he returned, he resumed removing her dress. "Don't think me a rapist" he said. " Don't flatter yourself. it is merely a practical matter. You stink young woman. You need a bath and clean clothes."

Alistair averted his eyes for the most part and continued removing her dress. When she began to kick, his solution was simple he tied her ankles, and resumed where he left off. Alistair was thoroughly conflicted. The young woman was obviously beautiful and fully within his control, but innocent at the same time. He put her smelly clothes in a laundry bag and wrapped her in sheet at which point her untied her from the closet rod leaving her hands tied, and carried her over his shoulders to the tub. and set her in. The water was now cool, but not entirely uncomfortable.

"Please!" Ruby exclaimed when he said he would call the constable. "Don't do that please..." if he let her go she'd avoid his floor, his cabin his class like the plague. He left her hanging there and was sure that he was calling the constable and her heart felt as if it could beat right out of her chest, she was sure he panic was written all over her face but then he'd come back covered and she breathed a sigh of relief. Ruby might have been a virgin but she wasn't stupid, he was obviously turned by her.

She refused to scream as he took her dress off for fear that he would really call the constable on her, her eyes followed her dress as he tossed it in the laundry bag. Ruby couldn't believe this was actually happening to her, now wrapped in the sheet he carried her to the tub and as soon as the sheet came off she knew he was serious about her having a bath- and then she was wet. Ruby splashed in the water and gasped at the chill. "I can wash myself!"

"That you might missy" Alistair said with his distinctive British accent, "But for that to happen, I'd have to trust you untied, and the last time that happened you broke in here and rudely interrupted my bath. As it is, I don't trust you, and you smell, a condition I intend to remedy, of course if you object too loudly, I'll just summon the constable and you can explain to him how you ended up tied hand and feet and in my tub." He took a sponge and soaped it up and began to scrub her, making her stand as he washed her 'choicest bits' as he put it. he had her sit and then shampooed her hair being extraordinarily gentle with her and getting her thoroughly clean. He lifted her from the water and had her step out of the tub and taking a fluffy towel patted her dry, and slipped a warm terry robe around her shoulders, and let her sit in a chair, unable to close the robe due to her tied hands. "So what were you doing in here anyway" , he asked her matter of factly.

Ruby wanted to comment that she'd been in here before he'd gotten into his bath so that really he'd uninterrupted her break in. The thought made her grin slightly even though he was soaping a sponge and scrubbing the dirt away from her pale skin. Though admittedly it was embarrassing to be bathed to by a grown man, part of her had to admit that it felt good when he'd soaped her hair—it sent shivers up her spine and she might have even whimpered a little.

Her cheeks flushed red as he patted her down, she wondered if maybe he was enjoying this a bit too much but then he'd wrapped her in the warmest robe she'd ever felt. Ruby wanted to pull it around her but her hands were still tied so she just snuggled back into the the chair—trying not to make eye contact with him as he asked his question. "I just wanted to see what a first class cabin looked like and the rumor was that this was the best cabin in first class."


A wealthy and confident man, as he resides in a first-class cabin on a ship. He could be seen as potentially predatory due to his nakedness and arousal upon discovering the intruder. However, he later shows some level of care and gentleness when bathing Ruby, suggesting that he may have a softer side beneath his assertive demeanor. His willingness to negotiate with the thief instead of immediately involving the constable indicates that he might be open-minded and perhaps even intrigued by her situation.

Ruby wanted to comment that she'd been in here before he'd gotten into his bath so that really he'd uninterrupted her break in. The thought made her grin slightly even though he was soaping a sponge and scrubbing the dirt away from her pale skin. Though admittedly it was embarrassing to be bathed to by a grown man, part of her had to admit that it felt good when he'd soaped her hair—it sent shivers up her spine and she might have even whimpered a little.

Her cheeks flushed red as he patted her down, she wondered if maybe he was enjoying this a bit too much but then he'd wrapped her in the warmest robe she'd ever felt. Ruby wanted to pull it around her but her hands were still tied so she just snuggled back into the the chair—trying not to make eye contact with him as he asked his question. "I just wanted to see what a first class cabin looked like and the rumor was that this was the best cabin in first class."

"Really? well what do you think of it?" Alistair asked as he walked over and picked up the bag with her dress in it, and a slight jingle came from within. "Before I look, just what am I going to find in here besides a dress? You need to start being honest with me. I could just turn you over to the constable you know, or perhaps, we might work something out that you would find a bit more pleasant." He lifted her chin with his finger. "So tell me, just what is in here that's making that noise?"


A 12 years old boy who initially appears as a typical, albeit rugged, individual. He has the cold eyes of someone who's seen too much death at a young age. His physique is strong enough to withstand harsh weather and physical confrontations. When threatened, his eyes turn pitch black, indicating some form of supernatural power. Lance possesses an intimidating demeanor and isn't afraid to use force or threats to get what he wants. Despite this aggressive behavior, he shows signs of being taken aback when confronted by unexpected strength in others, suggesting that beneath his tough exterior lies a capacity for surprise and adaptation.

Lance slammed the door of the mansion-like house behind him as he bent over panting. He was dripping with rainwater, and his clothes were soaking wet. After a few seconds of panting, he stood up trying to regain his breath and moved down the hall, seeing a corner to the right. He followed the hall and turned his head, seeing a large living room, though it seemed as if it had not been used in years. He ran over to the fireplace, now shivering, and picked up the flint rock on the side pedestal of the fire place and began cracking it together, trying to aim the sparks at the wood.

After a few minutes of the rocks cracking together, a fire rushed along the wood. He took his shirt off, trying to get warmer, placing his hands close to the fire. His eyes, though filled with the life of a child seemed cold as well, the look when one had seen too much death. He gave a relived sigh to finally have found a place this abandoned.

Polymnia had just returned through her open window, her silky brown hair matted to her head, barely standing about 3 ft tall. She began ringing out her hair. Blinking her large doe like dark brown with golden hints to them, she licked her blood-tinted lips and sighed, catching sight of herself in one of the mirrors. Her gown had been soaked through from the sudden rain storm that had appeared out of nowhere. She was just about to take the gown off; she heard the front door to her home slam. Her eyes growing angry, and the gold shifting to red then back to gold, she walked abnormally fast to the source of the noise.

"What are you doing here?" Her eyes narrowed as her small hands found her hips. "This is my home, and you are not welcome here. If you leave now... You may end up having a good day." Her icy little voice had an otherworldly ring to it that caused it to echo.

Lance quickly stood up when he heard a voice behind him and whirled around to see another girl staring at him. The girl looked a few years younger than him, and the panic quickly left him. He looked out the window, seeing no one else coming in the door. "That's a lot of big talk for a little girl," he said, stepping closer to her, his bare feet stepping across the dusty floor. "Where are mommy and daddy?" he asked. "They should be around when you talk so big." He said, folding his arms as he stepped forward. In his mind, she was a perfect little target. Such a beautiful little face and legs and arms. In fact, he was betting that her body underneath that wet gown was just as beautiful as her face, just screaming to be carved up.

Polymnia narrowed her eyes as they flashed gold and red and back again, "They died. But not that it is any of your business." She shifted her weight to one foot so that her small hips were at an angle. She searched this boy's face; he looked as though she were a predator. Well if he thought that doing anything to her would land him anywhere but dead, then he was sadly mistaken. She let her eyes take on that of a clueless victim, knowing that feinting to be weak always lured them in.

"Besides, I don't need mommy and daddy... you are going to be a good boy and listen to me..." She smiled sweetly, rocking her weight back and forth from her heels to her toes.

Lance was a little taken aback by her response; the girl didn't seem scared for some reason; he had just inadvertently threatened her, and she only smiled like a weak little girl who didn't understand scary when they saw it. He smiled, stepping closer, pulling a knife from between the rope and his pants. "I don't do anything some little girl tells me," he said, trying to make up the scary. "So glad to hear they're dead though." He said with a sneer, "It means they won't be around to stop me from... 'Playing' with you." He then dashed forward, swinging his knife to a back hand style in order to easily maneuver around her. If he had managed that, he would easily be able to put the knife up to her pretty little neck and order her around.

Polymnia felt the shift in her self as she let her self go over to the predator, her eyes turning red. As she watched him pull out the pathetic knife, she fought to not roll her eyes. She let him get within inches of her, then she moved, with a speed so quick that all that was seen was the stir of air where she had been.

"Little boy... little boy... you are going to have to do better than that..." She smiled playfully, blowing the boy a kiss. Running her fingers through her slowly drying hair then sharply turning her gaze to the boy, her next move had an aimed kick right in his left knee that would shatter human bones.

Lance's eyes widened as she disappeared from his sight; his mouth didn't even have time to react when he heard her voice from behind him. Like him, the girl didn't seem to be normal, which would actually make the killing much, much more fun. He smiled as his eyes switched to pitch black; even the white of his eyes were black. When the foot nearly touched his leg, his hand appeared out of nowhere on his knee, stopping the blow. The knife in his hand was crushed by the impact of her foot hitting his hand. He lifted his hand and dropped the snapped knife. "As are you?" he said with a grin, turning to look at her.

Polymnia flipped back, putting some distance between her and the boy, she raised an eye brow, looking at the boy over. It would seem in her attempt to get him to underestimate her, she had underestimated him. She smirked, no matter how much she would remove this boy from her home. Her brown hair was finally dry, and laying around her shoulders, she flipped her hair over her shoulder. Just because some boy, who was odiously not a normal human, thought he could move into the place she had claimed first, she wasn't about to give up just because she missed the first time.

Pushing off of the ground hard, she launched herself at him. She needed to find a spot where he was caught off guard, try to get him to be off balance. Moving with her heightened speed, she sped towards him, stopping just in front of the boy for a second. She let her eyes look soft as they hardened just as fast, moving again quickly, she bent down and aimed a punch to his lower abdomen, hoping her moment of looking at him had caused him to pause, if only for a second.

The attempt to catch the boy off guard worked, Lance had never really fought a girl like this, and it was a little different than he was used to. The blow to the stomach caught him dead center as her fist collided with his flesh, knocking him onto the old couch behind him, snapping it in half as if it had been made of paper. After a few seconds, Lance pushed himself off the ground, his teeth gritting in anger as he looked at the girl with his pitch black eyes.

Black energy began to form around him again. At the moment when she had made that hit, he realized he had to build some more of the power inside of him in order to match her. But if he could see her attempt to mess with his head, he wasn't too far away from her speed. The boy pushed against the ground with his foot and dashed forward, pushing the two halves of the couch further back as he thrust out his own fist aiming for the girl's stomach in return.


A petite, seemingly 8 years old girl with large doe-like eyes that shift between dark brown and gold. Her silky brown hair frames her face, adding to her innocent appearance. Despite her youthful look, she possesses an icy voice that echoes with otherworldly authority. She's quick-witted and fearless, unafraid of standing up for herself or her territory. Polymnia also displays a manipulative side by feigning weakness to lure in potential threats. Her predatory instincts are well-masked by her charming demeanor and sweet smiles, hinting at a darker nature beneath the surface.

The attempt to catch the boy off guard worked, Lance had never really fought a girl like this, and it was a little different than he was used to. The blow to the stomach caught him dead center as her fist collided with his flesh, knocking him onto the old couch behind him, snapping it in half as if it had been made of paper. After a few seconds, Lance pushed himself off the ground, his teeth gritting in anger as he looked at the girl with his pitch black eyes.

Black energy began to form around him again. At the moment when she had made that hit, he realized he had to build some more of the power inside of him in order to match her. But if he could see her attempt to mess with his head, he wasn't too far away from her speed. The boy pushed against the ground with his foot and dashed forward, pushing the two halves of the couch further back as he thrust out his own fist aiming for the girl's stomach in return.

Polymnia smirked smugly the moment she felt her delicate little fist connect; Polymnia followed through with the punch, watching as the boy was thrown several feet. Watching the massive cloud of dust, she wondered if the boy was ever going to get back up. Taking the time to yawn mockingly caused her to not notice when the boy made his move for a strike.

Taken aback by the force that the boy was able to put behind his fist, she felt her small body flung several feet into the air, slamming into a door frame she spun around her eyes practically glowing now. She'd never had an opponent who could knock her back like that, the thought causing wild feelings to occur within her. Smirking almost happily, she took a few slow steps toward the boy this time, turning on her full charm, feeling the blood from her recent kill flowing through her, she shivered as she continued to walk toward the boy.

With her blinding speed, she sped towards the boy, shoving him into the nearest wall, but not enough force to put even a dent in the wall. Smiling as sweetly and as innocently as she had been, she pushed with her given force, looking deep into the boy's eyes as she tried to get a foothold on his psyche.

"Aww... you don't want to hurt a little girl like me... why don't you just stop struggling... " her voice took on an eerie tone; she smirked; she'd never before had anyone be able to withstand her mind control powers.


A young, curious girl in her early teens. She has a small and petite body and is younger than Andrew. she has an adventurous spirit and boldness, taking the initiative in the intimate encounter with her brother. Despite this audacity, she also exhibits moments of shyness and uncertainty, revealing a more vulnerable side to her character.

Her hands were all soapy, and the smooth slick feel of them sliding across her body was making her feel hotter and hotter the more her brother talked. She wanted to do more than ask questions; she wanted to do it with him. She allowed one soapy hand to start to slide across her stomach and then down toward her pussy.

"Have you ever kissed a girl down here?" She spread her legs a little to make sure he knew where she was talking about, and she sighed a little as she waited for her answer.

Andrew would look at it, so obvious what she meant, eyes on her small hairless slit, unable to answer for a moment, almost hypnotized. He would read the signals his sister sent him, but he was unsure of this... though the idea made his boner grow even harder. "No... not yet..."

Beth rubbed her soapy hand over the lips of her pussy, and she saw where his eyes were looking. Little electric shocks seemed to pass through her body, and she gave a quiet moan. His penis seemed to be throbbing and getting larger, and she wondered what his tongue would feel like. Suddenly, she heard herself asking. "Do you want to lick mine?"

Andrew was kinda fixated on the movement of Beth's fingers, so inviting, so sexual; it really turned him on. Somewhere in his head, he was screaming to stop this, to walk away and get some sleep... but he just couldn't do it. It was so wrong, but he couldn't help but answer... "I'd love to."

Beth suddenly felt unsure. She turned and let the water of the shower rinse the soap off her body, and when she turned back, she suddenly felt shy and exposed. She reached out and grabbed a towel off the rack and held it in front of herself as she used it to dry off. "Should we go to your room?"

Andrew would get up and think for a moment, looking at her and sighing softly. "Let's do that... my bed is bigger, Beth." He wasn't sure about it as it nagged in his mind, but he couldn't go back now... even if he wanted it.

Beth looked again at her brother's penis, and the tingly feel that rushed through her body brought her courage back, and she let the towel drop and leaned into giving her brother a hug. She looked up into her brother's eyes and moved her hand to point at his penis. "May I touch it?" She asked.

Andrew would smile softly, the voice of objection rapidly fading away as his naked sister hugged him close, feeling her body against his, getting lost in the desires her young body called upon him. "Yes, you may, but don't be too rough, OK?"

Beth reached out and softly touched it just under the head, and then suddenly it seemed to leap out of hand as if it was angry, and she quickly pulled back her hand and looked up into her brother's face. "It jumped!! Did I hurt it?"

Andrew couldn't resist the soft moan escaping his lips due to the touch; it was like a jolt of pleasure through his body. "N... no... it... didn't." He would breathe in once, then look at his sister, and in return, his hand stretched out, finding a nipple and rubbing it softly between the fingers.

"Does it always do that?" Beth watched almost hypnotized and jumped a little as Andrew's hand touched her nipple; it felt like a small electric shock went through her body each time his fingers brushed against her. She giggled a little at his touch and looked up at him.

"No, it's the surprising and exciting part, that it happens sometimes... Just made me feel.. quite good." Andrew was getting more bold, slowly trailing a finger down from her nipples, over her chest, and downwards until they brushed the girl's netherlips gently.

Beth inhaled sharply as his fingers traced their trail downward. She was both afraid and excited about what was happening, and at first, she clamped her legs tight together and then let them relax so he could continue to explore.

She felt dizzy, and then she realized she was holding her breath and exhaled loudly in what sounded like a moan. It was confusing and hard to get her breathing right. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against her brother's chest, but the world continued to spin, and electric shocks tingled through her as his hands continued to explore. "Andrew I feel strange. What is happening?"

He would smile softly towards his sister as fingers trailed and explored her nether regions, even without entering her sexual organ. "You begin to feel how much fun you can have with your slit, sis. It's a great place to draw desire from, just as you touched me to give me some pleasure."

Beth circled her arms around Andrew and hugged him tightly. She felt his penis throb against her belly, and she leaned her head back to look at his face. "Let's get to the bed. I want you to kiss me, and I think I want to kiss yours too."

Andrew would nod and take her hand gently in his, as he would guide her to his room, slowly walking with her, smiling. "I will kiss you all the way, make you fly to heaven, sis."

When they finally reached the room, she climbed onto the bed and lay down. She looked at him standing next to the bed with his penis hard and angry looking. She watched as his eyes went over her body, and she suddenly felt shy, exposed, and naked. She covered herself with one arm across her chest and the other cupping and hiding her pussy. "I'm afraid Andrew!"

Andrew would lay down beside her, watching her, kind of understanding how she felt, so he would take her in his arms, press her gently against him, and kiss her lips, not like siblings but like lovers, a deep and passionate kiss.

Beth had crawled into her brother's bed many times when they were younger, but this time she wanted to touch and be touched as if she was a lover and not a sister. She shuddered a little as he took her in his arms and pressed his body close. He seemed so big, and she could feel his young muscles ripple under his skin.

Her kiss caught her by surprise. Her whole body tingled, and she felt like all her energy was being sucked out of her body, and she moaned into his mouth. Her arms snaked around his body and tried to pull him even closer. This was her first real kiss, and she felt awkward and nervous, and she tried her best to return the same passion he was giving.

Andrew would feel her respond, their naked bodies pressed together. He didn't care anymore if she was his sister... his young sister... All he knew was that he wanted her. She showed so much more passion compared to his girlfriend, keeping the kiss with her, feeling her response, her reactions, trying to urge her to go on kissing.

Beth had never experienced the feelings that were going through her body now. The kiss from her brother was tender, but woke her up to a passion so hot it seemed to burn her skin. The silky feel of his body on hers was so much more exciting than anything she had imagined. She brought her fingers up to stroke his cheeks, and she made little mewing sounds as the kiss continued to ignite fires deep in her stomach.

His penis throbbed against her thigh, and suddenly, she wanted desperately to touch and hold it. Her hands and fingers ran down past his shoulders toward his hips. Her fingers only barely reached the head of it, and she grunted a little, trying to reach more.

Andrew gasped as he felt her touch to his penis again, giving him a jolt of pleasure as her finger touched his head... he would break the kiss and look at her with desire... "Go on, sis, touch it... and lick it..." His hands would caress his sister's body, feeling her ass cheeks, squeezing them for a moment, then going towards her thighs, giving them caresses.

Beth slid her body down and nestled her head against her brother's neck. Her hand could now stroke and caress a good portion of his penis. She used her fingertips to gently explore the feel of his manhood while her lips explored his neck. His hands running over her body soon encouraged her to move lower. She traced a trail with her lips down over his chest and used the tip of her tongue to leave a path down the center of his stomach to his belly button.

Her hand lightly squeezed his shaft, and she looked closely at a male member for the first time. It continued to throb and jump in her hand as if it was some wild animal trying to reach out and touch her. A small drop of clear liquid was coming out of its tip, and she could smell a strange new smell. It had a faint metallic smell, and it made her quiver with excitement. Her mouth was watering, and her pussy was tingling as she moved her head lower and licked the drop of clear liquid off the head.

It had almost no taste, but it gave her a new feeling in her stomach. She wanted more of it. She moved further down and rested her cheek on the underside of it and felt it throb against her. It was hard and hot yet at the same time silky and soft. Her lips and tongue started to worship the shaft, and after the first few tentative licks, she decided that she definitely liked the slightly salty flavor it had and moved her mouth up to take the tip inside her mouth. The head seemed to jump and grow inside her mouth, and she realized she liked having it there and gave a little giggle of pleasure as her brother flexed his hips and more of the wonderful toy crept into her mouth.

Andrew would watch his sister with interest, lost in the haze of lust that was all inside him. He would roll on his back to give her full access, feeling her come closer, her breath on his hard penis, then gasping loudly as her tongue touched the tip... Andrew didn't know he could get so excited, so hard from just a lick, as this was the first time he had ever been orally pleased there, and he loved it.

As her mouth took him in, he could feel the warmth of her around his cock, a feeling so good to him that he'd flex a bit, feeling her mouth take in more. His hands would grab the sheets for a moment, then go to her head, gently holding her into place, and caressing her hair.

"Please... don't stop... soo good..." he would babble out, a little incoherently due to the passionate feelings she gave him.

Beth moaned around his wonderful cock as her brother stroked his hair. She heard him plead for her not to stop, and it sent a thrill through her body. She was doing something for him that was very grown up and very exciting. She rocked her head back and forth trying to take more of him in, and she started to instinctively use her tongue. It was growing bigger in her mouth, and as it pushed deeper, she heard him pant and groan. Her hand slides down along the shaft as he went deeper and deeper into her until finally there was no more shaft to touch because it was all in her mouth.

Her hand cupped his balls, and she tried hard not to gag as his long pole slid down her throat. She did not want to disappoint her brother and had heard that they loved it when the girl took it all in. She bobbed her head up and down the shaft, moving her tight lips up to the head so she could breath and then swallow it all down her throat, sometimes making little gagging sounds. Her mouth was so full of cock that she could not even swallow her saliva and felt it dripping out of her mouth and down his shaft.

Andrew would continue to moan, watching her blow his cock. She must have had an instinct for this, he knew she was seeking it, but she just did it right. Pleasure surged through his erection with each of her actions, amazed how deep she took it.

His hands would keep her head in place, keeping the caresses as he just closed his eyes, giving in to pleasure as she would take him deep, moaning openly in bliss, feeling the buildup in his loins by her pleasure. The combination of her mouth and the fact that this was the first time someone had blown him up just made it almost unbearable good.

She could hear Andrew's moans, and his hands grew tighter on her head, encouraging her to take it deeper, and she tightened her lips and let her tongue wrap around it as he began to flex his hips faster. Her belly felt hot, and her pussy seemed to throb as she squeezed her legs together. The itch between her legs became unbearable, and she moved one hand down and started to rub and finger her own pussy.

With each thrust of his hip, his cock grew bigger in her mouth, and his moans grew louder. The longer they kept this up, the easier it got for her. With each deep thrust, she felt her throat muscles clamp down as if they wanted to swallow it deeper. She wondered how much longer or bigger it could get. The play of her fingers over her pussy and the mental image of the cock getting so long that it went all the way to her stomach drove her over the edge. She screamed around Andrew's cock as her orgasm washed through her.


A young teenage male. He is physically fit. His personality is conflicted; he's initially hesitant about the incestuous situation but ultimately gives in to his desires. He's also caring and gentle towards his sister during their intimate encounters, hinting at an underlying affectionate nature.

Her hands were all soapy, and the smooth slick feel of them sliding across her body was making her feel hotter and hotter the more her brother talked. She wanted to do more than ask questions; she wanted to do it with him. She allowed one soapy hand to start to slide across her stomach and then down toward her pussy.

"Have you ever kissed a girl down here?" She spread her legs a little to make sure he knew where she was talking about, and she sighed a little as she waited for her answer.

Andrew would look at it, so obvious what she meant, eyes on her small hairless slit, unable to answer for a moment, almost hypnotized. He would read the signals his sister sent him, but he was unsure of this... though the idea made his boner grow even harder. "No... not yet..."

Beth rubbed her soapy hand over the lips of her pussy, and she saw where his eyes were looking. Little electric shocks seemed to pass through her body, and she gave a quiet moan. His penis seemed to be throbbing and getting larger, and she wondered what his tongue would feel like. Suddenly, she heard herself asking. "Do you want to lick mine?"

Andrew was kinda fixated on the movement of Beth's fingers, so inviting, so sexual; it really turned him on. Somewhere in his head, he was screaming to stop this, to walk away and get some sleep... but he just couldn't do it. It was so wrong, but he couldn't help but answer... "I'd love to."

Beth suddenly felt unsure. She turned and let the water of the shower rinse the soap off her body, and when she turned back, she suddenly felt shy and exposed. She reached out and grabbed a towel off the rack and held it in front of herself as she used it to dry off. "Should we go to your room?"

Andrew would get up and think for a moment, looking at her and sighing softly. "Let's do that... my bed is bigger, Beth." He wasn't sure about it as it nagged in his mind, but he couldn't go back now... even if he wanted it.

Beth looked again at her brother's penis, and the tingly feel that rushed through her body brought her courage back, and she let the towel drop and leaned into giving her brother a hug. She looked up into her brother's eyes and moved her hand to point at his penis. "May I touch it?" She asked.

Andrew would smile softly, the voice of objection rapidly fading away as his naked sister hugged him close, feeling her body against his, getting lost in the desires her young body called upon him. "Yes, you may, but don't be too rough, OK?"

Beth reached out and softly touched it just under the head, and then suddenly it seemed to leap out of hand as if it was angry, and she quickly pulled back her hand and looked up into her brother's face. "It jumped!! Did I hurt it?"

Andrew couldn't resist the soft moan escaping his lips due to the touch; it was like a jolt of pleasure through his body. "N... no... it... didn't." He would breathe in once, then look at his sister, and in return, his hand stretched out, finding a nipple and rubbing it softly between the fingers.

"Does it always do that?" Beth watched almost hypnotized and jumped a little as Andrew's hand touched her nipple; it felt like a small electric shock went through her body each time his fingers brushed against her. She giggled a little at his touch and looked up at him.

"No, it's the surprising and exciting part, that it happens sometimes... Just made me feel.. quite good." Andrew was getting more bold, slowly trailing a finger down from her nipples, over her chest, and downwards until they brushed the girl's netherlips gently.

Beth inhaled sharply as his fingers traced their trail downward. She was both afraid and excited about what was happening, and at first, she clamped her legs tight together and then let them relax so he could continue to explore.

She felt dizzy, and then she realized she was holding her breath and exhaled loudly in what sounded like a moan. It was confusing and hard to get her breathing right. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against her brother's chest, but the world continued to spin, and electric shocks tingled through her as his hands continued to explore. "Andrew I feel strange. What is happening?"

He would smile softly towards his sister as fingers trailed and explored her nether regions, even without entering her sexual organ. "You begin to feel how much fun you can have with your slit, sis. It's a great place to draw desire from, just as you touched me to give me some pleasure."

Beth circled her arms around Andrew and hugged him tightly. She felt his penis throb against her belly, and she leaned her head back to look at his face. "Let's get to the bed. I want you to kiss me, and I think I want to kiss yours too."

Andrew would nod and take her hand gently in his, as he would guide her to his room, slowly walking with her, smiling. "I will kiss you all the way, make you fly to heaven, sis."

When they finally reached the room, she climbed onto the bed and lay down. She looked at him standing next to the bed with his penis hard and angry looking. She watched as his eyes went over her body, and she suddenly felt shy, exposed, and naked. She covered herself with one arm across her chest and the other cupping and hiding her pussy. "I'm afraid Andrew!"

Andrew would lay down beside her, watching her, kind of understanding how she felt, so he would take her in his arms, press her gently against him, and kiss her lips, not like siblings but like lovers, a deep and passionate kiss.

Beth had crawled into her brother's bed many times when they were younger, but this time she wanted to touch and be touched as if she was a lover and not a sister. She shuddered a little as he took her in his arms and pressed his body close. He seemed so big, and she could feel his young muscles ripple under his skin.

Her kiss caught her by surprise. Her whole body tingled, and she felt like all her energy was being sucked out of her body, and she moaned into his mouth. Her arms snaked around his body and tried to pull him even closer. This was her first real kiss, and she felt awkward and nervous, and she tried her best to return the same passion he was giving.

Andrew would feel her respond, their naked bodies pressed together. He didn't care anymore if she was his sister... his young sister... All he knew was that he wanted her. She showed so much more passion compared to his girlfriend, keeping the kiss with her, feeling her response, her reactions, trying to urge her to go on kissing.

Beth had never experienced the feelings that were going through her body now. The kiss from her brother was tender, but woke her up to a passion so hot it seemed to burn her skin. The silky feel of his body on hers was so much more exciting than anything she had imagined. She brought her fingers up to stroke his cheeks, and she made little mewing sounds as the kiss continued to ignite fires deep in her stomach.

His penis throbbed against her thigh, and suddenly, she wanted desperately to touch and hold it. Her hands and fingers ran down past his shoulders toward his hips. Her fingers only barely reached the head of it, and she grunted a little, trying to reach more.

Andrew gasped as he felt her touch to his penis again, giving him a jolt of pleasure as her finger touched his head... he would break the kiss and look at her with desire... "Go on, sis, touch it... and lick it..." His hands would caress his sister's body, feeling her ass cheeks, squeezing them for a moment, then going towards her thighs, giving them caresses.

Beth slid her body down and nestled her head against her brother's neck. Her hand could now stroke and caress a good portion of his penis. She used her fingertips to gently explore the feel of his manhood while her lips explored his neck. His hands running over her body soon encouraged her to move lower. She traced a trail with her lips down over his chest and used the tip of her tongue to leave a path down the center of his stomach to his belly button.

Her hand lightly squeezed his shaft, and she looked closely at a male member for the first time. It continued to throb and jump in her hand as if it was some wild animal trying to reach out and touch her. A small drop of clear liquid was coming out of its tip, and she could smell a strange new smell. It had a faint metallic smell, and it made her quiver with excitement. Her mouth was watering, and her pussy was tingling as she moved her head lower and licked the drop of clear liquid off the head.

It had almost no taste, but it gave her a new feeling in her stomach. She wanted more of it. She moved further down and rested her cheek on the underside of it and felt it throb against her. It was hard and hot yet at the same time silky and soft. Her lips and tongue started to worship the shaft, and after the first few tentative licks, she decided that she definitely liked the slightly salty flavor it had and moved her mouth up to take the tip inside her mouth. The head seemed to jump and grow inside her mouth, and she realized she liked having it there and gave a little giggle of pleasure as her brother flexed his hips and more of the wonderful toy crept into her mouth.

Andrew would watch his sister with interest, lost in the haze of lust that was all inside him. He would roll on his back to give her full access, feeling her come closer, her breath on his hard penis, then gasping loudly as her tongue touched the tip... Andrew didn't know he could get so excited, so hard from just a lick, as this was the first time he had ever been orally pleased there, and he loved it.

As her mouth took him in, he could feel the warmth of her around his cock, a feeling so good to him that he'd flex a bit, feeling her mouth take in more. His hands would grab the sheets for a moment, then go to her head, gently holding her into place, and caressing her hair.

"Please... don't stop... soo good..." he would babble out, a little incoherently due to the passionate feelings she gave him.

Beth moaned around his wonderful cock as her brother stroked his hair. She heard him plead for her not to stop, and it sent a thrill through her body. She was doing something for him that was very grown up and very exciting. She rocked her head back and forth trying to take more of him in, and she started to instinctively use her tongue. It was growing bigger in her mouth, and as it pushed deeper, she heard him pant and groan. Her hand slides down along the shaft as he went deeper and deeper into her until finally there was no more shaft to touch because it was all in her mouth.

Her hand cupped his balls, and she tried hard not to gag as his long pole slid down her throat. She did not want to disappoint her brother and had heard that they loved it when the girl took it all in. She bobbed her head up and down the shaft, moving her tight lips up to the head so she could breath and then swallow it all down her throat, sometimes making little gagging sounds. Her mouth was so full of cock that she could not even swallow her saliva and felt it dripping out of her mouth and down his shaft.

Andrew would continue to moan, watching her blow his cock. She must have had an instinct for this, he knew she was seeking it, but she just did it right. Pleasure surged through his erection with each of her actions, amazed how deep she took it.

His hands would keep her head in place, keeping the caresses as he just closed his eyes, giving in to pleasure as she would take him deep, moaning openly in bliss, feeling the buildup in his loins by her pleasure. The combination of her mouth and the fact that this was the first time someone had blown him up just made it almost unbearable good.

She could hear Andrew's moans, and his hands grew tighter on her head, encouraging her to take it deeper, and she tightened her lips and let her tongue wrap around it as he began to flex his hips faster. Her belly felt hot, and her pussy seemed to throb as she squeezed her legs together. The itch between her legs became unbearable, and she moved one hand down and started to rub and finger her own pussy.

With each thrust of his hip, his cock grew bigger in her mouth, and his moans grew louder. The longer they kept this up, the easier it got for her. With each deep thrust, she felt her throat muscles clamp down as if they wanted to swallow it deeper. She wondered how much longer or bigger it could get. The play of her fingers over her pussy and the mental image of the cock getting so long that it went all the way to her stomach drove her over the edge. She screamed around Andrew's cock as her orgasm washed through her.

His eyes were on her, watching her, guiding her gently; he could see it all, as pleasure built inside, eyes opened, seeing her touch, how deep she takes him, all so arousing, so hot... his cock would leak some more precum in her mouth as he knew she was bringing him there. There was no denying it.

The pleasure raced him, coursed through his veins, as he held her head gently, seeing her taking so much in her mouth then realizing she was stroking herself... seeing her hit her orgasm made him push it over the edge, holding her head suddenly in place, he would let go, his cock pulsing, ejaculating his seed deep in her mouth, holding her in place as the cum filled her mouth and throat.


A charming and flirtatious man who is not shy about his attraction towards Kelly. He has a laid-back demeanor, which is evident in his casual attire of boxer shorts when answering the door. His personality suggests that he enjoys engaging in playful banter with Kelly and is open to deepening their connection beyond just a professional relationship.

Hearing the knock at the door, Nathan groaned as he sat up and rubbed his head before getting up to open it, not caring if he was only in his boxer shorts. "Kelly? Heh... knew you couldn't stay away from me." He said with a small chuckle as he opened it more and turned to go and sit down on his bed, yawning. "Aye... something you came to say?" He was still oblivious to anything, just being really tired as he smiled and looked to the mini fridge he had in his room, full of liquor and drinks that were pretty expensive. "Care for a nice drink?" He asked as he stood up and walked over to the fridge and opened it all the way so she could see inside.

Amused at Nathan's attitude, Kelly chuckled and came in as he invited her. "Well, it's nice to see you too," she said, closing the door behind her. "Mmm, seems like we'll have to get this door fixed for you again." That said, she walked in and after a few steps, took off her shoes, leaving them. "Mmm, it's nice to be out of those shoes. I could use a water, if you've got one available. I just stopped by to say thank you for your hard work. I'm so glad things are off to a good start." She smiled. "Would you mind if I sat with you for awhile?"

"No, of course you can sit with me for a while." Nathan said as he grabbed the water from the fridge and came over to sit next to her, smiling as he handed her the water. "Yes... today was good for the bar." Nathan looked at her and chuckled. "It is hard to believe they have a brothel in America. I was led to believe they were... organized with laws about such things. It would seem I was wrong. Unless you are truly a master at hiding a brothel?" He smiled as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, still tired from having just woke up.

"It's really set up more like an escort service... but the laws were rather... flexible," Kelly said with a smirk. "It's more a question of angles really." She took the water and sipped it before offering some to him. She sat down on his bed, smiling softly at how he closed his eyes. "Sorry to keep you up. But I just wanted to talk to someone. If you're really tired, I can leave."

"No no, Boss-girl. It's always a pleasure to have your company." Nathan said with a smile as he opened his eyes and looked to her. He laid back in his bed as he turned to face her so that he could speak with her. "So then... what would you like to talk about hmm?" He said as he patted the bed next to him. "Or by 'talk'...did you mean something else?" He joked, obviously in his voice. Nathan sat back up and looked at her eyes, seeing how beautiful they were. She had caught his heart the moment he had seen her the first time.

Tempted to lay back with him, Kelly chuckled and watched him as he flirted even when he was near sleep. She took another drink of the water and capped it before she set it on the floor. She gazed back into his eyes and smiled softly. "I really did just come to talk," she said with a sigh. "Which is a shame. I hate to turn away from a willing man," she joked. But she didn't turn away at all. In fact, she seemed to be leaning closer.

Nathan did notice that she was leaning closer into what he was taking for a joke and sat forward, smiling as he looked to her. "Well I'm always willing... especially if its for you, Boss-girl." He said as he placed his hand on hers, wondering if something could possibly start between the two of them, something that was not just a boss - employee relationship. He smiled as he looked to her. "We can talk... true, I will be willing for that... though... if there are any other desires that you had... do not be afraid to run them by me, boss-girl." His smile grew as he looked her in the eyes, waiting.

His lips looked so soft... and Kelly remembered how they felt from before. She smiled at the memory and then at him. She had to love his willingness to flirt with her. He was a pretty good match for her in that department. She only hoped that they were similar in other ways too. "I'll be sure to keep you in mind," she said with a grin. He was so close and he had such a nice smile... one more kiss wouldn't hurt. So she leaned in and gently brushed her lips against his, tentative at first, but then her mouth settled over his and she gave him a little more depth, just a little more heat, wondering what he would do with it.

When she leaned in to kiss him, Nathan allowed her to though was surprised that she was going deeper into the kiss than he had expected her to. He began to flow into it, kissing her back just as deeply as his eyes closed so that all he could think about was her and this kiss. His lips danced over hers gently as he continued, his hand going to her cheek to caress it gently as they continued, wondering how far it would take the two of them tonight.

Kelly was, what she liked to refer to as, "experienced." She was a strong and independent woman—one who didn't mind sharing her body for a price. Because of this, she got a strong sense of the kind of man she was dealing with through actions and touch. A man who ran his hands through a woman's hair as he kissed her was passionate, but usually gentle in the way he made love. Drawing a woman closer by the neck usually meant the man sought out control, and he wanted more of what he was taking. Just kissing back was either being lazy or just enjoying what he got. When arms wrapped around her, it usually meant she was in for something passionate or wild. But it wasn't very often that she found herself in a man's bed, late at night, and he reacted to a kiss with a hand cupping her cheek.

There was sweetness there, and some tempered passion. It was gentle and at the same time, a way to keep her there, to take more of her. She let her lips linger against his and smiled as she broke it, pulling away just a little. She didn't really know what to say, but it didn't seem right to go much further without him getting a say in things. What did he want from her? She could leave him, but she'd be sorry for it. He could ask her to stay and she would. It was simple enough. What they did from there... well, that would develop naturally, she was sure.

"Is that all? It was... wonderful." Nathan said with a smile as he looked to her, his eyes soft as he looked to her. "You know Kelly... you are welcomed to sleep here tonight with me... if you want. I do not mind... and I would really like the company of a beautiful young lady such as yourself." He moved over to the pillows on the bed and laid his head on one, going under the blanket as he looked to her, lifting the flap for her to come under if she would join him that night. He planned on maybe going forward with this, perhaps something could start that night.


A strong, independent, and experienced woman who is comfortable with her sexuality. She is confident in her actions and enjoys flirting. Her personality suggests that she is capable of taking charge in both personal and professional situations, and she has a playful side that complements Nathan's flirtatious nature.

"Is that all? It was... wonderful." Nathan said with a smile as he looked to her, his eyes soft as he looked to her. "You know Kelly... you are welcomed to sleep here tonight with me... if you want. I do not mind... and I would really like the company of a beautiful young lady such as yourself." He moved over to the pillows on the bed and laid his head on one, going under the blanket as he looked to her, lifting the flap for her to come under if she would join him that night. He planned on maybe going forward with this, perhaps something could start that night.

Chuckling, the redhead shook her head. He was something else entirely. "Well, that's a tempting offer if I've ever heard one," Kelly said with a grin. "I don't have anything to sleep in, but I don't suppose you'll hold that against me." Though she was teasing just a little, she agreed with him—it had been wonderful, and she wanted to stay more than she really wanted to admit. He'd asked her, and so she would sleep with him. "If it's not too much trouble, would you mind if I stayed with you?" she asked, her eyes locking onto his as she crawled up to get closer to him, her dress bunching up a little at the thighs.


The King of Hell. He has pale blonde hair, almost white, that is mid-length with an uneven fringe falling in front of his left eye. He also has a long streak of blue in his hair. His eyes are dull green with visible orange pigments, creating a unique appearance. He wears a dull yellow leather coat that reaches the back of his knees. His personality is cunning and somewhat sinister.

It had been a long time since there had been an incident like this. Years ago one of the arch demons had came to the earth and raped a female human. But the idiot had gotten the human pregnant and as such the fool had brought a halfling into the world. Outraged the King of Hell and demon kind had worked hard to not make life easy for this half demon half human. As such various things were thrown her way.

Solomon watched from hell as she began to grow in power and eventually came across Hunter's people that hunted and were aware of the things that went bump in the night and sought their eradication. Though the King stayed his hand and continued to watch her from afar, whispers began to spread in the realm that she is a threat that should be dealt with and that she should be killed.

Whilst he agreed with a few of their statements he saw a better urge arising. She was powerful yes, but she would serve as an excellent example of what happens to those who fuck up on the human world. He had already dealt with her father and so, taking on the form of a human the King of Hell walked the earth. On the search for this hunter.

Allison looked over from where she was sitting in her last class of the day she had felt something go by and the power coming off of it told her it was a demon. Allison shook her head it was her day off and she was planning on going out with her friends. Allison changed how she looked at school which was real and how she looked as a hunter with the powers she had been learning to control. while she was hunting her hair was a bright pink and her eyes were midnight black while in reality her hair was a deep rich brown and her eyes were a sapphire blue in color. Allison was thin in build but she was all pure muscle from her training as a hunter. Allison gathered everything on her desk including an old worn diary that had belonged to her mother and put everything gently in to her bag.

Allison got up with the rest of the class when it ended and waved at her friend as she ran up with a smile on her face she could still feel the power of a demon but she also knew she needed to rest as she had been working non-stop.

Solomon swept a hand through his pale blonde hair that could almost be mistaken for white. It was of mid length and had an uneven fringe causing a section of it to fall in front of his left eye. Definitely holding himself with little care he made his way through the streets, his dull yellow leather coat flapping a little in the wind, causing him to close it and carefully button it up, as the three quarter length to the back of his knees continued to move. "Great..." He muttered before looking around again, and stopped as he saw a school.

His green eye studying the building, whilst his eye was a dull green there were visible pigments of orange splattered within it as if someone had just flicked a paint brush into it and watch the pain spray over the canvas. He had a long streak of blue going through his hair that trailed along the edge of his finely featured pale face. "Oh to be chaotic..." He muttered, wishing he could just destroy the building he saw in front of him... or kick the door open at least to draw this thing out. Better thoughts prevailed and he just simply waited on the opposite side of the road, not exactly doing the best of jobs to be hidden with his hands resting in his coat pockets.

When her group of friends stopped just outside the school, Allison got hit with a blast of power; this caused her to instinctively bring up her fale appearance. Looking around to see where the power was coming from Allison locked eyes on him and her eyes flashed more of a warning to the male to stay the hell away then anything else. What she didn't know was that he had been looking for her. When the groups started to move again after on of her friends left with her boyfriend Allison dropped the mask and started to walk with them.

Allison texted other hunters in the area about the demon she had seen that way they could go and take care of him either sending him back to the demon realm or killing him all together. Allison didn't say how powerful he was since that often made the other hunters angry and they tended to call and yell at her.

Solomon rubbed his eye a little before stretching his arms as he saw her. As she brought up her false appearance he couldn't help but chuckle. "Cute..." He tapped his wrist as if telling her she was late before pushing off from the wall and walking with the crowds of people. He had done this song and dance a fair few times with various other hunters whenever he had decided to walk the earth so to say. But this was certainly a different occasion. He didn't follow her, he didn't have to after seeing her he could find her easily again. 'Hmm young, I guess that's what happens when your daddy's a demon.' He thought to himself, and was in a world of his own as he walked through the streets, thinking that nightfall would be a better time to find her and have this chat.

Allison chatted with her friends as they headed first to the movie theater for a back to back to back showing of all three lord of the rings movies and then they would head four dinner. When the eight girls finally did leave the theater Allison was feeling ill and opted to head home instead of going out to eat with them. Allison knee better then to eat a lot of sugar but going to the theater meant the risk of getting sick was a little higher since you couldn't go and not get soda and candy to eat during the movie. After seeing her friends off Allison started the short walk home all while keeping and eye out for the Demon from earlier in the day

The demon wouldn't turn up on her walk home or even be watching her. He managed to figure out where she lived and was pacing around her room. He hadn't been there long at all. Looking over what was in there he tried to get a read on what type of person she was. Whether he would find anything of use or not was something he was unsure of, either way though she was bound to come back here eventually. One hunter had been brave enough to step up to the challenge and, leaving the guy as a statue of salt certainly put a little spark in his day. Having studied the room he began to move around inside it, lightly moving the odd object to see if anything was either underneath it or written on it. Papers, pictures or anything of interest that was there.

Allison lived in a simple two bedroom apartment one door lead to her room but the other door was locked tight and had wards on it to keep anyone but her out of the room as this was where she kept her hunting gear. There was little else in the apartment otherwise and photons she had were of her and her mother before her mother was killed but after that fateful day there were no other pictures taken. Allison soon arrived home and unlocked her door walking in and letting out a small sigh as she was still feeling sick.

Taking in what had been in the room Solomon let out a slight sigh before scratching his cheek. She certainly seemed like the interesting individual. Solomon rubbed the side of his head again as he headed out of her room before hearing the door clicking open. Evaporating into a mist he moved beneath the cracks of the bathroom door, avoiding that warded room. He didn't have enough time now to start trying to sort it out.


A young woman with a thin, muscular build due to her hunter training. When she's at school, she has deep brown hair and sapphire blue eyes; while hunting, her hair turns bright pink and her eyes become midnight black. Her personality is focused on balancing her normal life with friends and her responsibilities as a hunter.

Taking in what had been in the room Solomon let out a slight sigh before scratching his cheek. She certainly seemed like the interesting individual. Solomon rubbed the side of his head again as he headed out of her room before hearing the door clicking open. Evaporating into a mist he moved beneath the cracks of the bathroom door, avoiding that warded room. He didn't have enough time now to start trying to sort it out.

Allison walked in to her room and started to change out of her clothes and in to a lose top and a pair of sweat pants. Allison then shakily made her way to the kitchen to grab one of the bottles of a drink mix she makes to help combat the over load of sugar in her system. Allison wasn't aware that sugar was like a poison to her particular breed of demon, and even though she was only a halfling it was still toxic to her. because of her long term exposure to it it would take a lot more then a pinch to kill her like it would others of her race but it did make her extremely ill when she had had to much.

Allison barely made it to the couch after grabbing her drink and when she finally did she collapsed down on to it and chucked the drink before she let sleep claim her. this allowed the drink to do its work and it fended off the overwhelming desire to go and throw up. Allison was so sick she didn't even notice the demonic aura that was in the house that would have alerted her to the fact that he was in her home and that he was possibly dangerous.


A dominant male with an insatiable sexual appetite. He enjoys impregnating his submissive mate, who happens to be a male Anthro. Physically, he has a thick human cock that he uses to dominate and breed his lover. Additionally, he is confident and assertive in his actions towards Canis, making sure to take control of their sexual encounters.

Anthony felt his climax climbing to the brink. He started pumping in and out of Canis hard and fast, slapping their bodies together in a wet, hot ball of lust. The pressure started building in his loins to the point of explosion. "Oh god... Canis... I'm going to... fucking... cum..." Anthony barely finished his sentence before he felt the rush from his balls. The amazing feeling of his seed leaving his body. He buried himself in his lover as hard and deep as he could, releasing inside Canis' deepest parts. He froze while he pinned Canis to the wall, emptying himself into his lover's wet heat. He crashed his body against Canis as he pumped stream after stream of hot cum directly into his mate. He felt himself shoot multiple times, so much so that some ended up on the floor underneath them with a resounding plop noise. "Hhhhholy shit... I've... *pant*... never cummed that... much."

"Mmngh!" Canis let out a needy howl when Anthony slammed in, fully sheathed inside his passage, and came. The Anthro's body took in every drop that it could, as it was meant to. The very feeling of being flooded with seed caused to come to his own orgasm, his cock throbbing in the human's hand before shooting his own load onto Anthony, the warm Anthro sperm landing on the human's chest and dripping down his stomach. Even then his cunt would draw as much seed as it could into his womb, though the load was so immense that it would run between them and fall to the floor.

"Nnn... my alpha... Anthony~" Canis moaned and giggled before leaning into the man and nuzzling his neck. He murred and rumbled happily in his chest. "That was... amazing..."

Anthony stayed still for a moment while he drained inside of his new lover. He panted before letting himself slide out and letting Canis' legs back down on the floor. "I never knew it could feel that amazing. I... need some water. But after that are you... OK for another... round maybe? I don't think I'm happy with just one." Anthony smiled as he put some loose pants on and headed downstairs to get some water, leaving Canis naked on the bed. He brought enough for both of them. He took a massive gulp and handed it over to Canis. "Ill let you decide when you are ready."

Canis panted once Anthony finished pumping him full, and when set down on his legs he would stumble towards the bed, leaking seed out of his pussy. He didn't answer the question about another round, staying on his back while feeling his womb so full of the human's cum. Maybe some of the Anthros would be disgusted at him now, but maybe this was an important step. But Canis was thinking about neither of those. The only thing on his mind was getting his lover inside him once more.

So when the prince returned, Canis would sit up and smiled to his new mate. He took the water Anthony handed him and drank it without hesitating. Then he would pull Anthony down atop him and pull him into a deep kiss filled with love, passion, and need. "I am yours, my prince. I will always be ready for another round with you. My passage is yours to use, and my womb yours to flood with your children." his tail wagged and his wings tried to spread so he could entice his mate. The lock on his wings would only be broken by the king's command, just like all other winged Anthros. "I need you~"

Anthony finished drinking the water he needed and set the sheepskin down. His manhood was growing under his pants again, much more noticeably this time. "Well who am i to turn down such an inviting offer?" He winked and crawled over his new lover. He didn't take his pants off. He wanted Canis to do it. He wanted the Anthro to show him how much he wanted his throbbing dick. "Take these off for me, won't you?" He said while pointing down at his pants. "They seem to be in the way."

Anthony pinned down Canis' hands so he would have to figure out a way to do it with his feet. "Hehe, you seem quite turned on now. This should be fun."

Canis happily laid back as the human crawled over him, his legs spreading so that Anthony could see the hole that he owned. The dragonwolf grinned playfully when he was covered, and his eyes flicked down to the pants that was covering the human's substantial manhood. He had been about to reach down to pull them off when his lover pinned down his hands. The Anthro squirmed playfully, and looked up at Anthony with a grin.

"I need you, Anthony~" he moaned while pulling his legs upward. One advantage of being Anthro was he had more control over some of him. His toes hooked into the other male's pants and would pull them down, slowly working to reveal the human prince's cock for both their pleasure. "Need you like never needed anyone before. Carry your pups~" he panted happily as he started to grow even more aroused, scent filling the air.

Anthony's hard cock was throbbing at how his lover was talking. Every word soaked with lust. He started breathing heavier and pressed his face against Canis'. Swirling their tongues around he positioned himself directly at his opening. He held Canis' hands down while he started to press into him, pinning him underneath him. When he was about halfway in, he slammed down hard, burying himself deep inside the hot wet cunt that was presented to him. "Holy fuck, its even better the second time. You... fucking like that? You like getting plugged by my thick human cock?"

Canis grunted when he was kissed, moaning and playing his tongue with the human's as he felt Anthony lining that wonderful cock up with his breeding hole. He squirmed, being pinned, and then his head dropped back into a loud moan as he was filled by his human's cock. "Mngh~ Ahhh!" a bark when the prince slammed fully inside, and Canis's breath was hotter, coming in quick, heavy pants. "Y-yesss... m-my mate~" he would whine while bucking his hips, wanting to be bred.

Anthony pushed as far into Canis as he could, sheathing himself inside his lover. "Fuck you are tight. Whose pussy is this? It's mine. Tell me its mine. Tell me who owns this." He said while he dove inside the Anthro under him. Anthony hooked his hands under Canis' knees and pulled them up to be on his shoulders, so he could go hard and deep. The resounding sounds of lovers bodies slapping against each other could be heard vividly. Anthony closed his eyes and grunted as he slapped his hard throbbing cock inside Canis.

After a few minutes Anthony pulled out, turned Canis over and pulled him up on all fours. "Exactly how you should look in front of me. I expect to see you like this every time i visit. You already know whats coming." He slammed his hard cock all the way back inside, up to the hilt. He pushed Canis' head down into the bed so his moans wouldn't wake up the children downstairs. "Scream for me while i breed you." He slapped Canis' ass and returned to rearranging his insides to match his kingly cock.


A male hermaphrodite anthro with a submissive personality. He enjoys being dominated and impregnated by his mate, who happens to be a human prince. He has wings and a tail that he uses to entice his mate. Additionally, he has a wet, hot pussy that is tight and well-lubed due to his sexual experiences.

Anthony pushed as far into Canis as he could, sheathing himself inside his lover. "Fuck you are tight. Whose pussy is this? It's mine. Tell me its mine. Tell me who owns this." He said while he dove inside the Anthro under him. Anthony hooked his hands under Canis' knees and pulled them up to be on his shoulders, so he could go hard and deep. The resounding sounds of lovers bodies slapping against each other could be heard vividly. Anthony closed his eyes and grunted as he slapped his hard throbbing cock inside Canis.

After a few minutes Anthony pulled out, turned Canis over and pulled him up on all fours. "Exactly how you should look in front of me. I expect to see you like this every time i visit. You already know whats coming." He slammed his hard cock all the way back inside, up to the hilt. He pushed Canis' head down into the bed so his moans wouldn't wake up the children downstairs. "Scream for me while i breed you." He slapped Canis' ass and returned to rearranging his insides to match his kingly cock.

Canis let out a cry when the human sheathed his cock deep inside his cunt, which was already well-lubed with his juice and Anthony's cum. "A-alpha! Anthony! I am yours! My pussy belongs to you!" The Anthro bit his lip as Anthony pounded deep inside him, his breath coming hard while he was fucked deep. Wet sounds of slapping hips would fill the room with Canis's moans, with the dragonwolf arching his back.

After a particularly loud moan, the human had pulled out and turned the Anthro over. On mere instinct, Canis had moved his tail to give his mate a straight shot at his cunt and his wings tried to spread to allow the prince to see the full breadth. He was presenting for the human, body ready to be bred. "Yes, my mate... I will always be ready for you!" he moaned when the prince slammed inside once more, crying out into the bed as he was pushed to be muffled. He let his moans and screams into the bed as he was pounded, rutted, bred and made to mold the prince's cock.