A young woman of 23 years old, possessing an alluring and seductive appearance. Her red eyes are wild and expressive, often reflecting her intense emotions. As a vampire, she has a certain ethereal beauty about her which is hard for anyone, especially Milord, not resist. She's strong-willed and independent but also shows vulnerability when confronted by power or danger. Despite being initially resistant towards Milord's advances, she eventually gives in due partially out of necessity but also because of an underlying attraction towards him. Her personality is complex; she's able simultaneously maintain her fierce independence while submitting herself completely under Milord's control during their intimate moments together.

Victoria didn't have to tell him twice. Milord gathered her in his arms and threw her on the bed, pulling her legs so her ass was barely on the edge, giving him the perfect angle—and for that matter, view—of her pussy. He pushed her legs forward by a strong grip at her ankles until they were near her shoulders, exposing her to his cock as he pressed the head against her opening. Even after he just came, he was still plenty hard and more than ready to take her as his own. Without much in terms of foreplay, since she seemed impatient and perfectly read for him, Milord pushed himself inside of her, stretching her walls around his impressive length as he forced himself deeper, deeper, until his balls hit her ass with a wet slap.

Instead of giving her a moment to adjust, he started thrusting, pulling almost completely out of her before slamming back inside, allowing her legs to rest on his shoulders as he started to pick up speed and the semblance of a rhythm. One of his hands rested on her stomach, the thumb curling down to circle and flick across her clit as he continued to fuck her mercilessly.

Victoria let out a giggle as Milord suddenly lifted her up and threw her down onto the bed, her body bouncing before he grabbed her legs and pulled her down to the edge. She had to admit though, she definitely hadn't expected Milord to be like this. He literally had her almost folded in half before he quickly thrust his way into her. It was admittedly kind of shocking. Victoria had never been with a man who was so big, like Milord. It was a lot to adjust to, and Milord gave her no time to. Not that she wanted to wait. Victoria was so damn turned on, she would have begged Milord if that was what he wanted. Even his balls hit her ass, which oddly turned Victoria on even more. That was a new thing.

Victoria had been moaning loudly from the moment that Milord had pushed into her, and her moans only got louder as he picked up speed and thrust even harder. Their bodies were soon moving together, and admittedly, Victoria was enjoying herself. This was better than Simon, who had been the only person she had ever had sex with before now. Especially with Milord also stimulating her clit, only amplifying her pleasure and making her nearly scream in pleasure.

"Oh! Fuck! Milord!" Victoria screamed out his name in pleasure, unable to contain herself. Not only was Milord incredibly good, he was a hell of a man. Shit. Victoria realized she was in over her head. One fucking wasn't going to be enough. Fuck, Milord was literally getting everything he wanted, including the chance he had so desperately tried to take. Milord was so good that he made Victoria cum within just a few short minutes of fucking her. She screamed his name as she came, covering his dick in her juices as the intense pleasure took over her entirely.

"You win, Milord. I'm yours." Victoria couldn't help but say as she stared up at him. She hadn't figured that barely one time would change her entire mind, but yet, here she was. 100% ready to give Milord what he had always wanted, which was her. There was no way she could even dream of leaving him, not when the sex was so damn good and addicting to her.


A dark elf, meaning she has a distinct and exotic appearance, with darker skin tones and striking features typical of her kind. Despite being a prisoner of war, she carries herself with pride and defiance. Her personality is fiery and independent; she's quick to anger and holds deep-seated hatred for humans due to past experiences. However, beneath this hostile exterior lies a complex individual who's capable of feeling discomfort when her personal boundaries are crossed. She harbors an intense loyalty towards her friends, implying that she values relationships deeply. Even in captivity, Vekra remains determined and unbroken---characteristics that underline her resilience and strength of character.

Vekra dared to glance at the man from the corners of her eyes. Prince, huh? No wonder he seemed so special; he'd inherit whatever the hell would be left of the human kingdom. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him, unable to tell his intentions. What was he trying to do, get her to trust him only to have him smash down on that trust eventually? Just... something in the way he talked and the way he looked just didn't make it seem like he was going to betray her. Not yet, anyways.

Looking away from him again, she contemplated answering him. Finally, she said, "Vekra Orezir."

Leon smiled lightly, finally getting a word out of her. He had to admit, Vekra wasn't a name that was known around the humans, so it was a bit odd to hear from him but he accepted it. He had no weapons on him at the moment. Even the knife that he usually kept in his boot wasn't there. All his gear was left in his tent that was a good distance away. He had no intention of being hostile, and he cocked his head at her, looking at her face. He was mostly doing this since he didn't have much to say... his usually conversations with prisoners was usually interrogations that he hated doing.

"Well, Vekra, I'm going to say right out that I have no intention of harming you whatsoever." Leon said, scratching his head a little bit, "I will not interrogate you, nor will I abuse you in any way." He was just saying what came to his mind at the moment. It was a little weird to be talking to someone who was humanity's enemy.

Vekra let out a sudden harsh laughter at the prince's words. "Oh, not harm me, eh?" she mocked with a disgusted, amused look at him. "Honestly, you've done enough by keeping me here away from my friends." She snorted and rolled her eyes at him. "What do you plan to do with me, then? Just drag me along with your little band of idiots?" She scowled at him and looked away again, feeling her anger being fueled again; it wasn't a lot of fuel, but it was enough to ignite it into a steadily-burning flame again.

She hated humans; they were all the same greedy bastards. They couldn't be satisfied with anything they had, they always had to have more and more. Was that all this prince wanted? Just proof that he now had control of some dark elf woman? Well, she'd make sure that didn't last long, for she was very determined to kill him.

Leon took in her words and sighed, shaking his head, "I stand by what I said, Vekra." He said sincerely, using her name, "And I don't plan on dragging you with us on whatever we do." He honestly was fascinated with actually being able to talk to an elf. Her words hurt him of course, but he had to press on. He knew that the elves hated their kind like the other races did. He agreed with them about the greed... humans were like that. Always wanting to scour the land. But not all humans were like that. Not him.

"This isn't a band of idiots." Leon stated, looking up at her with his ice like gaze, "This is a brotherhood." He really didn't have any plans with her so far, but he was slowly figuring things out. Was it too dangerous to take her with him to the kingdom? If he did, it would have to be in secret.

Vekra didn't like how he used her name and grimaced when he did, like it hurt her. The pain wasn't physical, but instead was emotional; a stab at her pride. Some human—no matter what he was—saying her name so easily just made her uncomfortable. As if they were already friends.

She frowned as he told him it was a 'brotherhood' and had no real response to that. The dark elves had similar things and it almost made her feel... guilty, but she quickly shoved that feeling aside to allow her hatred flames to re-kindle. She had no words to say to him anymore, however; her hatred had burned out again and her words just failed her. So the dark elf turned her eyes off to the side, refusing to look at him.

Leon watched her silently, her eyes on the dirt ground around her. He sighed once again and noticed a cut on her arm. Doubting that she would try to accept any help, he scratched his head not knowing exactly what to do. Not being hostile to a prisoner was new to him. And this was the first time that he had a female prisoner. Leon had a way of accepting prisoners of war and treating them with respect unless they had valuable information on them. he didn't believe in beating them or harassing them, and tried to keep them as safe and sound as he could. Many of them took their own life... and he hated that.

After a while he stood up, his wound aching a little bit, "Anyways, you'll probably be here for a while." Leon said, "There is a tent next to this one. If you need anything like food or water, just holler." he doubted that she would, but no harm in saying it. The reason why he was being so strange to a prisoner was because of a special reason... a question kept nagging at him, and he wanted the answer for it.

Vekra's eyes flickered to the man as she caught movement of him standing and she thought she saw a wince; it was a lot to keep down the smile that tried to surface. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling in triumph. "Wish I could have stabbed you deeper," she thought angrily. She listened in silence to what he said about the next tent over and just gave a curt nod. "Fine enough with me," she replied stiffly as she turned her head away again, stifling a yawn the best she could. Great, now she was getting tired.

She nervously turned her eyes back to him and observed him for a moment, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "...anything else?" she asked; it was probably the first time she had spoken to him without any sort of hostility in her voice.

Leon thought for a bit before waving it off silently, leaving the elf in the tent. He was tired, and the troops wound need him in the morning to assemble them... not to mention that he would have to change his chain of command for when he left back for the kingdom. He absolutely hated his family. Royalty were all snobs and greedy pigs... a reason why he was out fighting away from home was because of that. He often ended up sleeping in stables then sleeping in his own room when he was younger. The fact that he was going to see them tomorrow made him even angrier. But he could live with it. He just needed to decide what to do with his captive.

He made it into his tent, lying down in his cot silently. He would need to think, but he didn't like the fact that he had to keep her tied up on that post. Of course he made sure that there were eyes watching at all times, so even if she did try to escape she would get caught right away. Either by one of his soldiers or an arrow. He closed his eyes then, his mind shifting has he began to fall asleep.

Vekra watched the back of his head as he left and then huffed once he was finally gone. She shifted her position a little to get into a more comfortable position and was able to rest her head against the post; due to where they tied her hands, it'd be much too uncomfortable for her to lay down on the ground. She stared at the ground for a while, thinking over what all had happened today.

Her brother was killed. She fought to get revenge and nearly had it. She was captured by humans. Now what? She didn't know what would happen tomorrow, nor the day after that; maybe she'd get lucky and they'd kill her. Or she'd be even luckier and she'd get a chance to kill at least the prince. But... as she thought about that, she actually felt that perhaps she didn't really want to kill him.

Cursing loudly, the dark elf grit her teeth and just cut off all of those thoughts. She closed her eyes finally and somehow managed to drift off to sleep.


A human prince with an ice-like gaze, indicating a cool and composed demeanor. He carries himself with authority and has the physical strength to bear armor and wield a sword despite his injuries, implying he's well-built and accustomed to warfare. His personality contrasts sharply with the typical image of royalty; rather than being greedy or cruel, he shows compassion and respect towards his enemies. He prefers peaceful conversation over violent interrogation, even when dealing with prisoners of war. This reflects his maturity, patience, and understanding nature. Despite having power within his grasp, Leon doesn't abuse it; instead, he uses it responsibly to maintain order among his troops while also ensuring the welfare of those under his charge.

Vekra watched the back of his head as he left and then huffed once he was finally gone. She shifted her position a little to get into a more comfortable position and was able to rest her head against the post; due to where they tied her hands, it'd be much too uncomfortable for her to lay down on the ground. She stared at the ground for a while, thinking over what all had happened today.

Her brother was killed. She fought to get revenge and nearly had it. She was captured by humans. Now what? She didn't know what would happen tomorrow, nor the day after that; maybe she'd get lucky and they'd kill her. Or she'd be even luckier and she'd get a chance to kill at least the prince. But... as she thought about that, she actually felt that perhaps she didn't really want to kill him.

Cursing loudly, the dark elf grit her teeth and just cut off all of those thoughts. She closed her eyes finally and somehow managed to drift off to sleep.

By the time the sun managed to lightly scrape the blue sky on the horizon, Leon was already up. He was decked out in his armor, his cape flung over on his back as well. His sword was at his side, and he felt a little sore from his wound but that would go away quickly. When he emerged from his tent, his troops were already up and about, cleaning their swords, shields, or catching up on breakfast or going to sleep for a bit. Leon sighed quickly, running his gloved hands through his hair. War was a mess...

"Sir!" The lieutenant yelled, coming up to him, "We have gotten your horse and escort ready for you!" Leon nodded, smiling and setting his hand on his officer's shoulder, "Good. You're in charge while I'm gone." The lieutenant blinked not expecting this, "S-Sir?!"

"And take that elf girl off that post. Don't take off the ropes. We don't want her running away or attacking any of my men. And if I see even a bruise or a cut on her that one of our soldiers have given her, there will be consequences." Leon said, watching as some of the soldiers were already moving over to the tent that housed the tied up elf.


Urowen is an attractive young man, often described as a "dark angel" by Blaze. He is caring and gentle, as seen through his actions like rubbing Blaze's back and running his fingers through her hair. He is also thoughtful and introspective, questioning the nature of their relationship and his feelings for Blaze. Additionally, he has a practical side, suggesting they research the fire realm to better understand it and prepare themselves for any challenges that may arise.

Urowen finally came back to from his nap as the night had fallen over the school. He looked down and noticed Blaze was still cuddled up against him. She was awake, and Urowen couldn't help but smile. He was surprised that they had slept into the night, unsure as to what they may have missed. It wasn't like it mattered, this school seemed more like a prison to place them somewhere, and not teach them much. He rubbed her back gently as he looked down at her. This was the first time he had slept in a bed with a woman, and he was happy that she was his first. With or without the blanket, he was sure he would be warm next to her.

The way he looked at her made her heart soar. Blaze smiled in return and leaned in to kiss him. Each kiss was always sweeter than the last. She became aware that they were still naked together, but didn't mind. The feeling was very freeing for her. She sat there, gazing at this beautiful dark angel, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.

"So how often does your fire work go off?" Urowen asked curiously. He remembered the moment she was engulfed in flames and the way it sent heat through his very core. He was even more interested in the woman that he was so close to. The first person he could call a friend, or maybe... He wasn't sure what to call her. His thoughts and feelings were confused. He had just met her and yet they had shared something so personal, so hot. It was more than friends, of that he was certain, but what?

Blaze hesitated for a moment, "you know, I'm not sure. That's not something that happens very often. The only other time I experienced it was the time I got super angry over something." She quickly dropped the subject. "Well, I guess I have the comfort of knowing I've made a friend Herr at school." That made her laugh. They had only met hours ago, and now they were here, entwined in each others arms.

Noticing how quickly she changed subjects, Urowen was sure that he had hit a sore nerve. Decided to let it go he smiled, hearing her call him a friend. Did she only consider him a friend? He wasn't sure if he was over thinking things, he decided to try and hold it back, not wanting to get worked up from it. "Yes, same here. I was sure that I would be stuck here alone. All the other's I have met have been less than anxious about seeing me." He said as he ran his fingers through her hair gently.

The feel of fingers through her hair almost made Blaze purr. It was so comforting. She sensed a sadness in his voice when he was agreeing with her. Blaze looked in his eyes and studied him for a moment. There was curiosity there. "What is it?" She asked.

Urowen hesitated for a moment, realizing that his thoughts had slightly shown in his voice. "Oh it's nothing really. I am just surprised at how things have turned out so fast. A couple hours ago I was arguing with a demon and a vampire, and here I am now in bed with a beautiful woman." He said, not sure if he wanted to talk about his feelings. It was a strange idea to begin with and if he did he wanted to make sure he understood them himself.

Blaze couldn't get used to the compliments. Each time he did, it made her cheeks turn a beautiful rosy color. "I'm surprised to. Hell, I hadn't even find to find out what my dorm room number was, and here I am. My mother would not be happy if she knew I was spending time at school like this." The thought of what her mom would say made her grin. "I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy my time here" she paused for a brief moment, wondering if she should say it." well, I think I'll enjoy it as long as I'm here with you.". Her gaze was fixed on the floor. She wasn't good at this sort of thing, but she wanted to try. She was only afraid of getting hurt.

Urowen couldn't help but smile when she mentioned having a great time with him, reassuring him that she felt something for him. Even if it was confusing, at least that meant she would stay around to help him figure things out. He hugged her tightly as she stared at the ground, obviously worried about his response to her comment. "You have already made my time here better and I look forward to it only getting better as every day passes." He smiled as he placed his hand on her cheek and guided her face to his, pressing his lips to hers in a sensual kiss.

Urowen's arms were such a comfort to her, so big and warm. His words brought a smile to Blaze's lips, something she's been doing a lot of the last few hours. Feeling this happy was indeed different to her, but it was a relief to know she could, in fact, find happiness. There was something about him that made her lose touch with reality. Every time he kissed her, the world seemed to fade, and it was just the two of them.

Nothing seemed better than that. No matter how much he kissed her, every one felt like the first. There was so much magic, it felt so right. Upon breaking the kiss, she leaned back to gaze at him. "So, what ever shall we do now?" There were many ideas going through her mind, and it made her chuckle. What had he done to her? She was suddenly like some crazed hormonal teenager. Shaking her head, she pushed those thoughts to the side and decided she best behave herself.

"Well being we slept away most of the day time." Urowen said playfully as he sat up and stretched his muscles out. It had gotten quite late, and surely most of the other students were either asleep, or some where away. "Maybe we can go to the library and read up more on this fire realm.

Maybe it will help us be prepared and give us an idea what to look for." He smiled as he walked out of the bed to collect the clothes that were sprawled out over the books on his bed. At first he thought it was lucky to have a room to himself, but now he was ecstatic. It meant that they could have these personal times whenever they wanted to. He threw his shirt on and handed her her own.


A beautiful young woman who has a unique fire ability. She is open-minded and adventurous, as she quickly becomes close with Urowen despite having just met him. Her personality suggests that she is both curious and affectionate, enjoying the tender moments they share. She also has a playful side, chuckling at her own thoughts and finding happiness in her newfound relationship.

"Well being we slept away most of the day time." Urowen said playfully as he sat up and stretched his muscles out. It had gotten quite late, and surely most of the other students were either asleep, or some where away. "Maybe we can go to the library and read up more on this fire realm.

Maybe it will help us be prepared and give us an idea what to look for." He smiled as he walked out of the bed to collect the clothes that were sprawled out over the books on his bed. At first he thought it was lucky to have a room to himself, but now he was ecstatic. It meant that they could have these personal times whenever they wanted to. He threw his shirt on and handed her her own.

Blaze slid out of bed and stretched. Her muscles were a tad sore, but she felt amazing at the same time. Going to the library sounded like a good idea. She took her clothes and moved to the window, gazing out into the moonlight. The courtyard was beautiful.

She took her time getting dressed. Being naked had never felt so good. "Is the library open at this hour?" she said. Most schools closed their libraries, and other activity centers, at night. Although, this school wasn't like most schools.


Eric, being 12 years old, is in the throes of adolescence. His personality is confident and assertive; he knows what he wants and isn't afraid to express it. Despite his young age, he displays a level of sexual maturity that is quite advanced for his years. He is adventurous and willing to take risks while also caring about those close to him, particularly Jessi and Liz.

Eric had been sitting in his room, trying to focus on his homework while he waited for his sister's return. The pictures of Jessi and Valentina had seared themselves into her brain, and he had so many questions he'd wanted to ask her. He hoped that she would sneak into his room again tonight, and was fantasizing about all the things they might do when the front door opened, and he heard his sister's call of "I'm home!" ring out through the house. He had to fight down the urge to jump up and rush to the door to meet her, bombarding her with all his questions about what she and the sexy Brazilian girl had done that day.

Thankful to be back in a warm home, damn it was cold outside, Jessi closed the front door behind her and pulled off her boots. Pulling off her jacket and hanging it on the coat rack, she grabbed her backpack and skipped into the kitchen, exchanged a few words with her mother and grabbed a bite to eat. It was a nice, small conversation about nothing specific, just why she was so late and that dinner would be in an hour. No mention about her in detention or anything, just a normal conversation. Armed with an apple, Jessi then left the kitchen again and went up the stairs, immediately going to Eric's room. She did knock, but at the same time she had already opened the door and went inside. "Hey bro. I'm home."

Closing the door behind her, she gave her brother a knowing smirk. "So, how's things with you?"

"I think that my line," he said, spun his chair around to face Jessi, standing slowly, "after all, you're the one who spent the day having fun with a super hot girl." He advanced on her slowly, his voice dropping lower, "sending me those naughty pictures! you left me so hard, I haven't been able to concentrate all day." He pressed his lips to her then, as he wrapped his arms around her, slipping his tongue into her mouth for a long, deep kiss. When he finally broke the kiss, he looked up with a grin, "I hope she didn't leave you too tired to pay me a visit later tonight, because I want to do so many things with you, and more importantly, to you."

The kiss was a surprise but a welcome one and as Jessi's lips were all but hit by Eric's own she pushed her body against his, slinging her arms around him and pulling him close. Hmmm, he tasted so good, she could smell him, feel him, his hot body pressed against hers, she practically shivered with excitement, this passion and taboo making her already feel her knees go weak. As he pulled back she released him, yet her hands remained at his back, sliding up to his neck and shoulders, digging slightly into his flesh. She returned the grin, though her turned into a full blown smirk that she was so good at, as if she knew the punchline to a joke no one had yet heard. "Actually, we didn't do much. We mostly talked and made out a bit. She's game, but she has some conditions. Also, I've met Liz. Who do you want to hear first about, the hot Colombian chocolate-hottie or the cute nerd-girl?"

Eric eyed Jessi, surprised "Really? wow, you've had a busy day," He stopped to consider, his own hands moving down to rest on his sister's ass, sliding into her back pockets where he could grope her at leisure. "Humm, let's save the best for last. Start with Valentina... I thought you said she was Brazilian by the way?" Eric pulled Jessi close as he spoke, grinding his already erect cock against her pelvis. It was clear that if their parents hadn't been awake, Eric would have pealed both of their clothes off then and there.

With a lusty grin and an equally lusty little moan, Jessi kept rubbing her body slightly against her brother's, clearly liking what he was doing with his hands. And damn, her perky backside sure did look and feel good in those jeans. She clearly was as horny as he was and desperately wanted to simply get down and dirty with him, and with an eager little giggle, she looked at him with those needy eyes. "Nope, Colombian. If I said Brazilian, that's my mistake... She does, however, have a full Brazilian, I have confirmed that," the teenage girl said with a wink and a smirk, followed by another small giggle. "Okay, here's the thing. She is game, and she said she would keep her mouth shut and if she gets involved and would blab to someone, she would be in as much trouble as we are. However... She has a condition. She said that there have to be enough cocks, you alone will not cut it. Sorry bro."

"Well, in that note, I've been digging into a roomer. Apparently, last June there was some kind of summer camp adventure. If the stories are even half right, there were some counselors who got together with the kids, and it was an orgy every night for two weeks. From what I gather, at least two guys at school were there and couldn't keep quiet. I wouldn't want to bring those two in, but if I can get some names from them, that could give us a nice pool to recruit from." Eric kissed Jessi's neck and nibbled her ear before whispering, "From what I've heard, there were both girls and boys in the group, ages eight to thirteen. Do you think the two of you can handle some of that? Assuming I can pry some names loose, that is."

"I'm not sure, I guess we'll have to see," Jessi replied between slight moaning, subdued as she did not want to alarm their parents. Fuck, why did this feel so good? She already felt her knees shaking slightly and her panties getting moist; Eric was just too good with his lips and fingers. Knowing that if they didn't stop now, she wouldn't be able to hold back, she reluctantly pushed him away, giving him a tight smile. "We have to stop this or I'm gonna cry out for you to fuck me... Can't have mom and dad come investigate. Also, about the boys, let's see if you can get one other boy involved, one you can trust. Two boys for two girls, sounds fair to me. IF that is actually what had happened and isn't some bullshit story or simply totally overblown."

Eric looked disappointed as he was pushed away, but Jessi was right: reluctantly he nodded, "Tonight, after mom and dad are asleep." Backing up a step, he sighed and continued, "And yeah it could be overblown, or just some made up bullshit, but I don't think so, because something happened there to shut them down, that camp isn't opening next year, and I can't find any reason why online. Sounds to me like there's some kind of covered up scandal going on... anyway, on to Lizzy, did you manage to get her onboard too?"

Tonight, after mom and dad are asleep, said Eric, and immediately Jessi replied with a lusty smirk, "You can bet on it lover-boy." Nodding along as Eric spoke, Jessi crossed her arms in front of her chest. For a moment under her chest and unconsciously pushed up her perky tits a bit, but then she noticed it and adjusted her position. Can't tease Eric like that if she's just a moment before pushing him away, now can she? Then he changed the topic to Liz, and a smirk came to her features, a very teasing and eager one.

"No. No, she's not on board, not yet. I did not want to blow it off, so I was starting slow... also, she came up to me... or followed me after school actually. Speaking of which, I have homework to do, thus let's wrap this up. Turns out, you are an idiot. Because Liz is totally into you. Once she saw a picture of a hot black skinned girl's tits on your phone, my bad, she totally freaked out. And one thing led to another, and we had a loooong talk, and she likes you. I don't know why, not like you're the cutest guy in school or anything, but she likes you. And you will go out with her even if I have to drag you to your date with her." Now, let's see how he reacts to that.

A happily stunned smile crosses Eric's face, "So she does like me! She's just so hard to get a read on I could never tell. Some times, like when she put her picture on my phone, I thought she might, but then other times, she'd just go completely cold, like she didn't want me around. I don't know if I pissed her off sometimes or what?" Backing up to his bed, he sat on its edge. "Tell me everything, what did she say, and what's this about a date? Don't tell me you set one up, that's something I should kind of do on my own, don't you think?"

Jessi chuckled and leaned back against the door, watching her dorky brother. Now perhaps she could understand what Liz saw in him; he was cute and actually nice and smart, even though she chose to see him as her brother most of the time. It made the fucking even more hot as it was forbidden and just so wonderfully secret. For a moment she thought about where to begin, then she cleared her throat and began to tell. And she did say everything she had to tell, except for the ones Liz had asked her to keep to herself, finally finishing with, "I didn't want to invite her into our little club, I think that would be... you know, a bit much. I mean, go and date her and have some fun, be a normal teenage boy. I think you two would fit each other perfectly..."

"Yeah, I would like that, but eventually, I do want to bring her in. If I'm dating her, I don't want to keep secrets from her, you know? And I absolutely don't want to get stuck in a spot where I have to choose between you or her because... I don't know if I could. Olivia, and Valentina, and any others sure, but not you. I guess if it comes down to that, we'll just have to figure out some kind of threesome situation for us."

*Dinner's ready kids!* their mother called from downstairs cutting any other thoughts Eric might have short. "Come on, let's eat. I promise I'll save enough room to have you for dessert later tonight."

"Sounds promising," said Jessi with a lewd grin on her features and blew a kiss into his direction before opening the door and stepping outside, loudly proclaiming so that their parents could hear her, "Fine, whatever idiot! I'm not doing anything nice for you ever again, you asshole!"

She gave him a wink and a smirk and then stomped to her room to throw her backpack onto her bed, and then she went downstairs to sit down for dinner.

Eric came down shortly after Jessi, the only thing amiss during the meal was their mother telling him that he should be nicer to his sister. After dinner, he helped to clear the table, then settled into the living room and watched a bit of TV while Jessi was up stairs studying. Eventually, he made his way up to his own room, where he feigned sleep, waiting for the rest of the house to settle in for the night. He planned to slip into Jessi's room once it was late enough, as her room was the furthest away from their parents' and thus the safest in the house. Though there was always the chance Jessi would beat him to it, and visit him in his room, but that would only mean they'd have to be more careful, more quiet.

During dinner, Jessi played the role of an angry and a bit bitchy teenage daughter well, perhaps a bit too well, so much so that their mom told her to tone it down a bit, at which she rolled with her eyes and simply said, "Yes, mom."

She did tone it down though, and after dinner, she cleared the table together with Eric before proclaiming that she had schoolwork to do and went upstairs to her room. Strangely enough, she even did exactly that, contrary to stereotypes just because she saw herself as a rebel did she not want bad grades. After all, if she wanted to go to her dream college, she needed the proper grades. Some chemistry, some English literature, and finally, algebra. She hated algebra, but literature was right up her alley, and once she was done with that, she settled on her bed for the evening, texting with some friends about mundane normal stuff. It was only when her mom knocked on her door and told her that it was time for bed that she actually realized how late it was and after wishing her mom good night, she feigned sleep, though of course, she couldn't actually sleep, even if she had tried. Which she hadn't.

The fact was, the day was still in her head; so much had happened. First, that thing with Valentina and then Liz. Especially Liz. That had been quite the surprise. Had she blown it? Had she overdone it? What if she had put her off and actually driven her off Eric? Would he ever forgive her? With a sigh, she sat up in the dark room, looking at the clock on her bedside table. Their parents should be asleep by now, should she sneak into Eric's room? No, too risky, it was too close to their parents' bedroom and... with a huff, she let herself fall backwards onto her bed. Then she had an idea, grabbed her phone and sent a small message to Eric. Get over here, I'm waiting.

Eric moved down the hall like a ghost, opening the door silently, as he crept into Jessi's room. "Hey, sis, ready to play?" he whispered, as he made his way over to the bed. Settling in beside Jessi, he started running his hands up and down his sister's legs, up to her hips, where he grabbed her panties and started slowly drawing them down before spreading her legs. "What's the matter, sis? you seem troubled, is something on your mind?" With that he buried his face between her legs and started softly licking her little pink pearl and stuffing his tongue deep beyond the moist folds of her slit and deep into her center. All the while, he set himself to listen to his sister's troubles, hopefully as she fought back little whimpers and moans of pleasure.

Jessi thought if he had got her message, if Eric was perhaps asleep already, and should she perhaps sneak into his room? She thought about it for a minute, but then the door to her room was opened silently, and with a stealthy motion, Eric slipped into her room. "You bet I am," she whispered back and sat up, sliding back on the bed and pulling back her covers to reveal her half-nude form, only covered in a comfortable sleep shirt and her panties, making room for her forbidden lover to get onto the bed.

Allowing him to do whatever he liked, Jessi spread her legs eagerly and with a small giggle, watched him climb into between her legs. A moment later, she already gasped softly and had to stifle a moan, a hand on her mouth, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensation for a moment, simply giving in. "Hmmmm, sooo good... It's nooothing... hmmm... just nervous, haaa... about everything, you know?"

Her toes curled, and her free hand slid to Eric's head, stroking his hair and head, scratching his neck. This was so good, fuck.

Eric set in, licking away at Jessi with an urgent need, her flavor spreading through his mouth as he speared her with his tongue. He wasn't sure if he believed her about just being nervous, or at least just nervous about what they were doing now. "Nervous about bringing in other people?" he guessed as he came up for air, sliding two fingers into her as he did so. "Or is there something else to be nervous about?" Eric began pounding his fingers in and out then, curling them as he did so, pressing against Jessi's G-spot on the end of every stroke. "Maybe you've got some other, even more perverted ideas running around in that head of yours? Something so twisted you're afraid to say it?"

Sinking deeper into mattress and leaning against the headboard of her bed, for a moment Jessi allowed herself to simply enjoy the forbidden pleasure of having her little brother lick her cunny and stimulating her clit. Damn, why was he so good at this? Was there somewhere some skank he was training on? Oh right, yes, there was and she herself was the skank. Stifling another series of gasped moans, Jessi's hand kept stroking Eric's head and stroking his hair. Finally, she whispered fiercely between her low pleasure riddled moans, "Just... hmm... It's just that... yeees, just like that, haaa... It's the thing with Liz... haa... I don't wanna blow that for you."

"You're so sweet, Jessi, and I don't just mean the way you taste down here," Eric said as he picked up the pace with his fingers and gave her clit a long, slow pass with his tongue. "I think we'll both have to work on her, seduce her. If she's into both of us, she'd be OK with us doing things. And speaking of doing things, exactly tell me what you and Valentina did today. I want to hear all the naughty details, while I taste how hot it makes you."

With that Eric locked his lips around Jessi's clit, sucking, and flicking his tongue across her sensitive bud.


A 14-year-old girl. She has a developing figure and carries herself with an air of rebellious confidence. Her attractiveness is hinted at by her brother's attraction to her and the attention she receives from others. Personality-wise she is bold, assertive and somewhat manipulative. She enjoys pushing boundaries and engaging in risky behavior. Despite this, she also shows signs of concern for Eric's feelings and relationships, indicating a protective side towards him.

Eric had been sitting in his room, trying to focus on his homework while he waited for his sister's return. The pictures of Jessi and Valentina had seared themselves into her brain, and he had so many questions he'd wanted to ask her. He hoped that she would sneak into his room again tonight, and was fantasizing about all the things they might do when the front door opened, and he heard his sister's call of "I'm home!" ring out through the house. He had to fight down the urge to jump up and rush to the door to meet her, bombarding her with all his questions about what she and the sexy Brazilian girl had done that day.

Thankful to be back in a warm home, damn it was cold outside, Jessi closed the front door behind her and pulled off her boots. Pulling off her jacket and hanging it on the coat rack, she grabbed her backpack and skipped into the kitchen, exchanged a few words with her mother and grabbed a bite to eat. It was a nice, small conversation about nothing specific, just why she was so late and that dinner would be in an hour. No mention about her in detention or anything, just a normal conversation. Armed with an apple, Jessi then left the kitchen again and went up the stairs, immediately going to Eric's room. She did knock, but at the same time she had already opened the door and went inside. "Hey bro. I'm home."

Closing the door behind her, she gave her brother a knowing smirk. "So, how's things with you?"

"I think that my line," he said, spun his chair around to face Jessi, standing slowly, "after all, you're the one who spent the day having fun with a super hot girl." He advanced on her slowly, his voice dropping lower, "sending me those naughty pictures! you left me so hard, I haven't been able to concentrate all day." He pressed his lips to her then, as he wrapped his arms around her, slipping his tongue into her mouth for a long, deep kiss. When he finally broke the kiss, he looked up with a grin, "I hope she didn't leave you too tired to pay me a visit later tonight, because I want to do so many things with you, and more importantly, to you."

The kiss was a surprise but a welcome one and as Jessi's lips were all but hit by Eric's own she pushed her body against his, slinging her arms around him and pulling him close. Hmmm, he tasted so good, she could smell him, feel him, his hot body pressed against hers, she practically shivered with excitement, this passion and taboo making her already feel her knees go weak. As he pulled back she released him, yet her hands remained at his back, sliding up to his neck and shoulders, digging slightly into his flesh. She returned the grin, though her turned into a full blown smirk that she was so good at, as if she knew the punchline to a joke no one had yet heard. "Actually, we didn't do much. We mostly talked and made out a bit. She's game, but she has some conditions. Also, I've met Liz. Who do you want to hear first about, the hot Colombian chocolate-hottie or the cute nerd-girl?"

Eric eyed Jessi, surprised "Really? wow, you've had a busy day," He stopped to consider, his own hands moving down to rest on his sister's ass, sliding into her back pockets where he could grope her at leisure. "Humm, let's save the best for last. Start with Valentina... I thought you said she was Brazilian by the way?" Eric pulled Jessi close as he spoke, grinding his already erect cock against her pelvis. It was clear that if their parents hadn't been awake, Eric would have pealed both of their clothes off then and there.

With a lusty grin and an equally lusty little moan, Jessi kept rubbing her body slightly against her brother's, clearly liking what he was doing with his hands. And damn, her perky backside sure did look and feel good in those jeans. She clearly was as horny as he was and desperately wanted to simply get down and dirty with him, and with an eager little giggle, she looked at him with those needy eyes. "Nope, Colombian. If I said Brazilian, that's my mistake... She does, however, have a full Brazilian, I have confirmed that," the teenage girl said with a wink and a smirk, followed by another small giggle. "Okay, here's the thing. She is game, and she said she would keep her mouth shut and if she gets involved and would blab to someone, she would be in as much trouble as we are. However... She has a condition. She said that there have to be enough cocks, you alone will not cut it. Sorry bro."

"Well, in that note, I've been digging into a roomer. Apparently, last June there was some kind of summer camp adventure. If the stories are even half right, there were some counselors who got together with the kids, and it was an orgy every night for two weeks. From what I gather, at least two guys at school were there and couldn't keep quiet. I wouldn't want to bring those two in, but if I can get some names from them, that could give us a nice pool to recruit from." Eric kissed Jessi's neck and nibbled her ear before whispering, "From what I've heard, there were both girls and boys in the group, ages eight to thirteen. Do you think the two of you can handle some of that? Assuming I can pry some names loose, that is."

"I'm not sure, I guess we'll have to see," Jessi replied between slight moaning, subdued as she did not want to alarm their parents. Fuck, why did this feel so good? She already felt her knees shaking slightly and her panties getting moist; Eric was just too good with his lips and fingers. Knowing that if they didn't stop now, she wouldn't be able to hold back, she reluctantly pushed him away, giving him a tight smile. "We have to stop this or I'm gonna cry out for you to fuck me... Can't have mom and dad come investigate. Also, about the boys, let's see if you can get one other boy involved, one you can trust. Two boys for two girls, sounds fair to me. IF that is actually what had happened and isn't some bullshit story or simply totally overblown."

Eric looked disappointed as he was pushed away, but Jessi was right: reluctantly he nodded, "Tonight, after mom and dad are asleep." Backing up a step, he sighed and continued, "And yeah it could be overblown, or just some made up bullshit, but I don't think so, because something happened there to shut them down, that camp isn't opening next year, and I can't find any reason why online. Sounds to me like there's some kind of covered up scandal going on... anyway, on to Lizzy, did you manage to get her onboard too?"

Tonight, after mom and dad are asleep, said Eric, and immediately Jessi replied with a lusty smirk, "You can bet on it lover-boy." Nodding along as Eric spoke, Jessi crossed her arms in front of her chest. For a moment under her chest and unconsciously pushed up her perky tits a bit, but then she noticed it and adjusted her position. Can't tease Eric like that if she's just a moment before pushing him away, now can she? Then he changed the topic to Liz, and a smirk came to her features, a very teasing and eager one.

"No. No, she's not on board, not yet. I did not want to blow it off, so I was starting slow... also, she came up to me... or followed me after school actually. Speaking of which, I have homework to do, thus let's wrap this up. Turns out, you are an idiot. Because Liz is totally into you. Once she saw a picture of a hot black skinned girl's tits on your phone, my bad, she totally freaked out. And one thing led to another, and we had a loooong talk, and she likes you. I don't know why, not like you're the cutest guy in school or anything, but she likes you. And you will go out with her even if I have to drag you to your date with her." Now, let's see how he reacts to that.

A happily stunned smile crosses Eric's face, "So she does like me! She's just so hard to get a read on I could never tell. Some times, like when she put her picture on my phone, I thought she might, but then other times, she'd just go completely cold, like she didn't want me around. I don't know if I pissed her off sometimes or what?" Backing up to his bed, he sat on its edge. "Tell me everything, what did she say, and what's this about a date? Don't tell me you set one up, that's something I should kind of do on my own, don't you think?"

Jessi chuckled and leaned back against the door, watching her dorky brother. Now perhaps she could understand what Liz saw in him; he was cute and actually nice and smart, even though she chose to see him as her brother most of the time. It made the fucking even more hot as it was forbidden and just so wonderfully secret. For a moment she thought about where to begin, then she cleared her throat and began to tell. And she did say everything she had to tell, except for the ones Liz had asked her to keep to herself, finally finishing with, "I didn't want to invite her into our little club, I think that would be... you know, a bit much. I mean, go and date her and have some fun, be a normal teenage boy. I think you two would fit each other perfectly..."

"Yeah, I would like that, but eventually, I do want to bring her in. If I'm dating her, I don't want to keep secrets from her, you know? And I absolutely don't want to get stuck in a spot where I have to choose between you or her because... I don't know if I could. Olivia, and Valentina, and any others sure, but not you. I guess if it comes down to that, we'll just have to figure out some kind of threesome situation for us."

*Dinner's ready kids!* their mother called from downstairs cutting any other thoughts Eric might have short. "Come on, let's eat. I promise I'll save enough room to have you for dessert later tonight."

"Sounds promising," said Jessi with a lewd grin on her features and blew a kiss into his direction before opening the door and stepping outside, loudly proclaiming so that their parents could hear her, "Fine, whatever idiot! I'm not doing anything nice for you ever again, you asshole!"

She gave him a wink and a smirk and then stomped to her room to throw her backpack onto her bed, and then she went downstairs to sit down for dinner.

Eric came down shortly after Jessi, the only thing amiss during the meal was their mother telling him that he should be nicer to his sister. After dinner, he helped to clear the table, then settled into the living room and watched a bit of TV while Jessi was up stairs studying. Eventually, he made his way up to his own room, where he feigned sleep, waiting for the rest of the house to settle in for the night. He planned to slip into Jessi's room once it was late enough, as her room was the furthest away from their parents' and thus the safest in the house. Though there was always the chance Jessi would beat him to it, and visit him in his room, but that would only mean they'd have to be more careful, more quiet.

During dinner, Jessi played the role of an angry and a bit bitchy teenage daughter well, perhaps a bit too well, so much so that their mom told her to tone it down a bit, at which she rolled with her eyes and simply said, "Yes, mom."

She did tone it down though, and after dinner, she cleared the table together with Eric before proclaiming that she had schoolwork to do and went upstairs to her room. Strangely enough, she even did exactly that, contrary to stereotypes just because she saw herself as a rebel did she not want bad grades. After all, if she wanted to go to her dream college, she needed the proper grades. Some chemistry, some English literature, and finally, algebra. She hated algebra, but literature was right up her alley, and once she was done with that, she settled on her bed for the evening, texting with some friends about mundane normal stuff. It was only when her mom knocked on her door and told her that it was time for bed that she actually realized how late it was and after wishing her mom good night, she feigned sleep, though of course, she couldn't actually sleep, even if she had tried. Which she hadn't.

The fact was, the day was still in her head; so much had happened. First, that thing with Valentina and then Liz. Especially Liz. That had been quite the surprise. Had she blown it? Had she overdone it? What if she had put her off and actually driven her off Eric? Would he ever forgive her? With a sigh, she sat up in the dark room, looking at the clock on her bedside table. Their parents should be asleep by now, should she sneak into Eric's room? No, too risky, it was too close to their parents' bedroom and... with a huff, she let herself fall backwards onto her bed. Then she had an idea, grabbed her phone and sent a small message to Eric. Get over here, I'm waiting.

Eric moved down the hall like a ghost, opening the door silently, as he crept into Jessi's room. "Hey, sis, ready to play?" he whispered, as he made his way over to the bed. Settling in beside Jessi, he started running his hands up and down his sister's legs, up to her hips, where he grabbed her panties and started slowly drawing them down before spreading her legs. "What's the matter, sis? you seem troubled, is something on your mind?" With that he buried his face between her legs and started softly licking her little pink pearl and stuffing his tongue deep beyond the moist folds of her slit and deep into her center. All the while, he set himself to listen to his sister's troubles, hopefully as she fought back little whimpers and moans of pleasure.

Jessi thought if he had got her message, if Eric was perhaps asleep already, and should she perhaps sneak into his room? She thought about it for a minute, but then the door to her room was opened silently, and with a stealthy motion, Eric slipped into her room. "You bet I am," she whispered back and sat up, sliding back on the bed and pulling back her covers to reveal her half-nude form, only covered in a comfortable sleep shirt and her panties, making room for her forbidden lover to get onto the bed.

Allowing him to do whatever he liked, Jessi spread her legs eagerly and with a small giggle, watched him climb into between her legs. A moment later, she already gasped softly and had to stifle a moan, a hand on her mouth, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensation for a moment, simply giving in. "Hmmmm, sooo good... It's nooothing... hmmm... just nervous, haaa... about everything, you know?"

Her toes curled, and her free hand slid to Eric's head, stroking his hair and head, scratching his neck. This was so good, fuck.

Eric set in, licking away at Jessi with an urgent need, her flavor spreading through his mouth as he speared her with his tongue. He wasn't sure if he believed her about just being nervous, or at least just nervous about what they were doing now. "Nervous about bringing in other people?" he guessed as he came up for air, sliding two fingers into her as he did so. "Or is there something else to be nervous about?" Eric began pounding his fingers in and out then, curling them as he did so, pressing against Jessi's G-spot on the end of every stroke. "Maybe you've got some other, even more perverted ideas running around in that head of yours? Something so twisted you're afraid to say it?"

Sinking deeper into mattress and leaning against the headboard of her bed, for a moment Jessi allowed herself to simply enjoy the forbidden pleasure of having her little brother lick her cunny and stimulating her clit. Damn, why was he so good at this? Was there somewhere some skank he was training on? Oh right, yes, there was and she herself was the skank. Stifling another series of gasped moans, Jessi's hand kept stroking Eric's head and stroking his hair. Finally, she whispered fiercely between her low pleasure riddled moans, "Just... hmm... It's just that... yeees, just like that, haaa... It's the thing with Liz... haa... I don't wanna blow that for you."


A man who exudes dominance and control. He's physically imposing, capable of overpowering Ramona. He has a strong grip and calloused fingers. Personality-wise, he is cold-hearted and manipulative. He demonstrates sadistic tendencies by inflicting both physical pain and psychological torment on Ramona, all the while maintaining an eerie calmness. Despite his brutal demeanor, he carries an air of charisma; he uses persuasive language to justify his actions and seems to derive pleasure from the power dynamics in play.

Alistair suddenly clapped the hands on Ramona's shoulders and pulled back, beginning to cut portions of her hair off. Although it would never look as good as an actual haircut, he was careful to cut it all a similar length and be consistent. By the end, her strawberry blonde locks would be just a little over neck-length, frayed and messy. Just how he liked it.

He sheathed the knife once more and walked back around, leaning down to squeeze her cheeks like usual. "You look lovely." He whispered, memorizing the image he had of her. The newfound length caused messy, curly strands to hang over her face and eyes. Her hair was always framing—or covering—her facial features now, light and unkempt.

Ramona yelped, squirming uncomfortably against the restraints. She didn't bother correcting that he was wrong; that her body was never going to like it, what was the point? He wasn't taking anything she said into consideration anyway and she'd lose energy too quickly if she resorted to petty comments. She had to play it smart now; she had to be a victim. "Boring for you, maybe, but satisfactory for me." Okay, now she would stop.

"No!" Her protest was too late, the bastard had already hacked at her hair without a goddamn care in the world. Her head arched, blue hues glancing down at locks of her hair covering the floor with a small frown on her lips. Breathe. "Why?" She muttered, gaze lifting back to his. "What was the point in that?"

The blonde had tried to pull herself out of his grasp with no luck; she was truly helpless. "You're an ass."

"I'll show you a much more satisfactory path. One unbound by rules and restrictions. I will set your mind free." Alistair barked down to her before landing a slap clean across her face, leaving a harsh red imprint. That's what she gets for talking back, it seems, the punishment coming after her last words.

"Point? Why must there always be a point with you people. We're reshaping you, and pain is the catalyst." He smiled down to her, eerily warm and loving as he reached up to choke once more. His free hand went down to trail along her body whilst she was restrained, calloused fingers squeezing her waist and hips as he squeezed the life out of her. All of this was happening from behind, letting him survey her body as he pleased while ensuring control.

Ramona's head flew to the side the moment his palm connected with her cheek, she exhaled a soft breath to avoid giving him the satisfaction of hearing her cry. That didn't stop her from grounding out another reply, though. "Maybe there must always be a point with us people because we don't want to be reshaped! You're a damn fucking psycho!" Ramona barely had time to splutter out her response before she felt his arms circle her again, constricting every breath.

She struggled, squirming and fucking thrashing against him, but none of it seemed to work. Every inhale sent waves of pain flooding through her, her chest aching uncomfortably. He might have said he wasn't going to kill her, but fuck, it felt like he was trying to.

Alistair slowly loosened his grip on her throat, leaving another red handprint plastered on her delicate skin. "Life has a way of reshaping you whether you want it or not. I'm just an agent of change." He circled her once more as she no doubt caught her precious breath once again, stopping behind to run his hands through her hair once again. The smell of his cologne had lingered in the room for a long time, but as her mental condition deteriorated she would attempt to escape into her senses. Notice the little things. It smelled good.. but it shouldn't have. Everything about this man should've been so much more unpleasant than it was. It felt like a trick.

His hands wandered up to her shoulders and tugged her shirt down over one of them, massaging the tense muscle once again. "Don't worry, Ramona. It's only the first day. We've got years to look forward to. One day, you'll break—and you'll be so much happier when you do."

Inhaling quickly Ramona greedily gulped mouthfuls of air, as if it were going to be taken away again. And knowing him—it probably was. "You think too highly of yourself." The blonde muttered, rotating her head in an attempt to rub at the mark marring her skin. Her head tilted once more, blue hues catching a glimpse of her shirt moving over one of her shoulders. She didn't want him touching her, didn't want him anywhere near her, actually.

"So what," She started, swallowing her discomfort. "You're just going to keep me chained to a chair for years? I don't think so, I'll get out." How hard was it to escape one dude? Surely not all of the men she caught glimpses of are going to be around twenty-four-seven. She just had to bide her time.

"Hah! Highly? No, sweetheart, I'm a pawn to a much greater game. And I make no attempt to understand it. It's pointless." Alistair's hands continued to massage her one shoulder before he tugged the shirt down on the other, leaving it stretched and slipping down her body. Both shoulders now got the massage treatment.

"Yes, actually, that's the plan. Well, not to the chair specifically.. why do you think you have a toilet and bed in your cage? You're living in this room." He gave her shoulders a horrifyingly timed squeeze, letting the truth sink into her skin. She would be his for a long time. "There's a little something called shifts, Ramona. When one person's not on guard duty, someone else is. The beauty of a gang." He chuckled, pushing himself away and walking back to sit across from her.

Ramona's gaze shifted back towards the cell, a small frown tugging her lips once more. Yeah, she was definitely coming out of this with claustrophobia. "You're going to keep me locked in here?" She made no attempt to hide the shock in her tone, jumping the moment he squeezed her shoulders. Jackass. His comment on shifts had her attention snapping back to him; she had a group too! "I have people, people who were with me, people who know all about everything—if I don't escape myself they'll come for me." She wasn't in the same place they had all been earlier, she knew that, but they could go to the authorities... she could be registered as a missing person.

Everyone will look for her. "A gang, huh?" She piped up suddenly, eyes glistening. "How many of you are there?" It was a random question, but a helpful one nonetheless, if she knew how many there were she'd know how outnumbered she'd be. She could come up with a plan.

"Indeed I am, this is your new home. Get used to it. Maybe if you're a good girl, I'll be more accommodating. But with how it's going right now? That'll be a while." Alistair chuckled, fingers kneading into her shoulder flesh roughly. Not too rough, though—that sort of delightful pain that... wasn't really painful.

"Oh? Do they really though? Are they aware that a shadow gang of mysterious criminals abducted their girl, or do they just think corporate got a hold of you? If it's the latter, they'll be looking in all the wrong places for years. And I promise you, Ramona, you will never step out of this building unless I want you to." His perverse hands trailed down her body to give her hips a playful squeeze, before he let go and walked back over to the desk.

"Oh, dozens and dozens. So don't even bother trying to formulate some master escape plan. It simply won't work. It's a waste of energy." He finally got out some bottle of black hair dye and dying bleach, along with a towel and a bucket. "John!" He called, handing the huge bucket to the brute as he came in. "Water. She's getting a makeover."


A 20 years old woman with strawberry blonde hair, now cut to neck-length by her captor. She has blue eyes that exhibit defiance and determination despite the dire situation she finds herself in. Her personality is strong-willed and resilient; even under extreme duress, she maintains an attitude of resistance and remains hopeful about escaping her predicament. She's not one to back down from expressing her thoughts, often speaking out against Alistair's actions and intentions, which implies that she possesses a certain level of courage and assertiveness.

"Indeed I am, this is your new home. Get used to it. Maybe if you're a good girl, I'll be more accommodating. But with how it's going right now? That'll be a while." Alistair chuckled, fingers kneading into her shoulder flesh roughly. Not too rough, though—that sort of delightful pain that... wasn't really painful.

"Oh? Do they really though? Are they aware that a shadow gang of mysterious criminals abducted their girl, or do they just think corporate got a hold of you? If it's the latter, they'll be looking in all the wrong places for years. And I promise you, Ramona, you will never step out of this building unless I want you to." His perverse hands trailed down her body to give her hips a playful squeeze, before he let go and walked back over to the desk.

"Oh, dozens and dozens. So don't even bother trying to formulate some master escape plan. It simply won't work. It's a waste of energy." He finally got out some bottle of black hair dye and dying bleach, along with a towel and a bucket. "John!" He called, handing the huge bucket to the brute as he came in. "Water. She's getting a makeover."

Fuck. Ramona hadn't thought about that. They would definitely just think corporate got a hold of her and she didn't blame them—especially considering they had no damn idea this shadow gang even existed in the first place. Seriously, who would've thought a band of criminals would come together to form a gang of bad guys? He was right; they would be looking in the wrong places, simply because they'd be misinformed. "No," She shook her head in-denial. "I told you, I'll get out of here with or without their help." But, fuck, she hoped it'd be with.


A strong, independent woman who enjoys being in control. She is also emotionally vulnerable, as she fears loneliness and craves companionship. Her assertive nature and lustful demeanor suggest that she is confident in her sexuality. Despite her busy work life, Winry prioritizes her connection with Klayton over professional obligations, showing that personal relationships hold great importance for her.

"I want you to stay with me, in my arms. Stay my by side I don't want you to go. You can't go. Because if you do then a part of me leaves as well... and I can't be alone again, I don't want to be alone again, I can't operate by myself. Waking up alone... getting dressed alone, eating alone and even with all this money and power at the end of the day there is no one there but me." Winry stopped talking and was in the middle of an orgasm. Her emotions were all over the place, and she was only focused at this time on him. She could not comprehend this emotion and she was scared. All she knew was that tonight she wanted to be in his arms and no one else's would do.

Klayton wrapped his arms up onto her shoulders and pulled her moistening pussy down onto his cock even harder as he kept thrusting into her like she asked him and felt her legs wrap around his waist. He kept thrusting and grunting as she marked her territory with her shark nails dragging them down his back and causing him to shiver both in pain and pleasure as he kept thrusting into her. He looked down into her eyes and kissed her softly once again as he thrusted into her harder spurred on by the feeling of her nails dragging through his back over and over. He loved the feeling of being scratched as he drove himself deeper and deeper into her.

"You won't have to be alone ever again." He said through grunts as beads of sweat formed over his body from the roughness and heat of the moment and their bodies being so twined together. He kept slipping and sliding in and out of her over and over with their body heat and sounds of their bodies being pressed into each other over and over again filled the room up. "Although I'd prefer it if you didn't get dressed at all." He said bending down to kiss her neck along with her breasts as he kept thrusting into her. He was using his hips as a piston driving his stiff rod into her at an incredible rate even as he felt her orgasm around his body.

Winry marveled at him. She was still in disbelief. The way he touched her, the way he held her and the way he caressed her it all felt like a dream that she didn't wanna wake up from. She held him close to her and whispered in his ear. "So, tell me when did you notice that you had fallen for me? I am sure that it didn't happen so suddenly." At this time it was almost morning and the sun would be up soon. She needed to get some sleep or else she'd be tired for work, then again at this rate she would not mind being tired if it meant that she would be in the arms of another. When he said that she could stay there in his embrace she was ecstatic. She wanted to get to know him more now that she was with him. Her own personal little stalker, she smiled hard as she thought about the term she gave him.

Klayton kept thrusting into her slowly and holding her tight as he did it then he looked over at the clock and noticed she had to go to work soon. He smiled down into her eyes and stopped his thrusts before his own orgasm instead going behind her and cuddling her from behind still caressing her gently and holding her tight. "I fell for you the second I came into your house and it felt like my home." He said planting a soft kiss down her back and neck. "It happened so suddenly I freaked out a bit and decided to stalk you for however long it was". He ran his hands up and down her body gently touching the woman who he had dreamed about for so long. "Now you have to get to sleep soon so you're not tired at work." He said in a caring tone of voice that he usually had, but especially when talking about or to this particular woman who he was pressed tightly to from behind.

Winry didn't want to stop, she wanted to cum one last time before they ended their lovely night. She kissed him once more and then smiled. "Fine, but make me cum once more..." She said holding onto him. It was already past five and she knew she'd pay for this endeavor in the morning by falling asleep at her desk. She didn't care about work, no why would she when she had everything she could need laying next to her? He touched her softly and ran his fingers up and down her body she shivered and she looked at him. How could anyone deny those eyes? He had the eyes of a wounded wolf yet a caring bear. It was a mixture of dark mystery and protectiveness. "You touches are addicting..." She commented.

Klayton smiled at her when she kissed him and gave him the chance to make her cum once again. "I thought you'd never ask." He teased before rolling right back on top of her and inside of her once again picking up his thrusts. He looked down in her eyes and drove his cock into her over and over again grunting and groaning as he got near cumming on his own. "Well you're a pretty addictive lady, Winry." He said with a little laugh as he kept penetrating her over and over. He slid himself all the way out of her and then drove himself back home not wanting to disappoint the beautiful woman beneath him. He reached his hands up to her head and ran them through her beautiful hair grunting and kissing her softly as he continued his passion filled thrusts wanting her to be nice and happy and satisfied by her admirer.

"You are good at what you do." Winry said as she climaxed. Her body left trembling she touched him softly. "I want you to get off too... so what do I have to do to please you?" She said kissing him on his cheeks and then his chest. She licked his bottom lip and then bit it. Smiling, she stopped and touched herself. She was still wet and she was upset because she knew that she had to go t work in the morning. Before she started again she rolled over and texted her assistant and said that she was going to be late. Once this little task was done she smiled at him and then touched his member. "Now, come let me get you off... just tell me what to do." She said reaching for another kiss.

Klayton looked down at her trembling beautiful body following her orgasm and smiled when she said she wanted to get him off as well. He watched as she ran her hand down her own body and felt her still wet mound. He was all ready to go to sleep and finish this up the next day when she got home from work but she rolled over and texted her assistant before he could suggest that. "Well I was already pretty ready to finish, but I held back since I didn't know where you wanted me to finish." He said as she touched him and he kissed her passionately. "But if you'd like to maybe get on top that way you can choose where I 'finish'" he said with a pleased look already on his face.

Winry eyed him lustfully, "what if I wanted you to finish inside of me" She bit her lower lip as she pushed him down and climbed on top of him. "What if I said that I wanted you to not only finish inside but to leave your dick there while we slept" She kissed him and then touched his chest. Eyeing him again she kissed his neck, his collar bone and his cheeks again. "Let me let you finish... it would not be fair for me to get release and not you." She grinded on his pelvis a little as if to wake up his dick. Bending down she moaned in his ear and then moaned his name ever so slowly. This fox was determined to get her prey off even if it meant going into work late.


A passionate and caring man, with eyes that convey a mix of dark mystery and protectiveness. He is responsive to Winry's desires and takes pleasure in fulfilling her needs. His assertive nature and ability to take charge during intimate moments suggest confidence, while his willingness to commit emotionally demonstrates his vulnerability.

Winry eyed him lustfully, "what if I wanted you to finish inside of me" She bit her lower lip as she pushed him down and climbed on top of him. "What if I said that I wanted you to not only finish inside but to leave your dick there while we slept" She kissed him and then touched his chest. Eyeing him again she kissed his neck, his collar bone and his cheeks again. "Let me let you finish... it would not be fair for me to get release and not you." She grinded on his pelvis a little as if to wake up his dick. Bending down she moaned in his ear and then moaned his name ever so slowly. This fox was determined to get her prey off even if it meant going into work late.

Klayton licked his lips when she said she may want him to finish inside of her and grew even more excited when she pushed him down and mounted him. She was awfully aggressive he thought and he loved that in a woman, especially in this one. "Then I would finish inside of you and leave my dick inside you as we slept together." He said as he felt her lips trailing over his neck and collarbone and all over his torso. He sprung forth a bit when she grinded him and his dick was ready to go. "I think I'm pretty ready to finish about now." He said wanting to orgasm so badly, and also wanting her to be able to go to work and have a nice day.


A 17 years old teenage boy with great stamina and passion, likely in his late teens or early twenties. He deeply loves his aunt Kelly and is open to the idea of having a child with her. His personality appears to be caring, affectionate, and devoted as he expresses his love for Kelly throughout their intimate encounter.

Steven grabbed Kelly's hands and intertwined his fingers with hers, pinning her hands to the bed on either side of them as he continued to pump away at her. He leaned in and kissed her again, moaning and grunting into her mouth with every thrust of his hips, feeling his thick rod stretching and in turn being gripped by Kelly's soft, tight womanhood. Despite Kelly's sex being the first and only he's ever entered, Steven was doing surprisingly well at holding back his release, though he wasn't sure how long that would last given how passionate they were making love now.

Kelly laughed, not at Steven but the way he made her feel. She was enjoying his freedom as a man, no longer a virgin. He was quite good at making her feel loved. She grinned impishly, "I will, if you will darling. Spill your life force into me, let it flow until you are completely and utterly spent. As soon as I feel your cock erupt I will release and let our juices flow together in unity and celebration." Her body trembled as she tried to hold back. She wanted them to cum together this first time. It would be perfect and so wonderful to feel him give all of himself to her. Just as he had given of herself to him soon it would be sheer delight as their sweat and love mingled together.

"When you release my love, I want you to place your lips here between my neck and top of the shoulder and bite down just a little, it brings me much pleasure and I cum harder. Will you do that for me my lover?"

Steven couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the way Kelly spoke, but her words nonetheless drove him wild. He couldn't believe that she was actually asking for him to pump her full of his seed, and he was more than happy to oblige. "G-Gladly, Aunt Kelly," Steven managed to say between his grunts and panting. He thrust harder and harder into her, sliding them both up the bed a little as he felt the oh so familiar tingling in his balls. "I... I'm cumming Aunt Kelly!" he groaned into her ear as he gave one final, hard, long thrust into her, his body tensing as the head of his cock pressed up against her cervix and the entrance to her womb. He did as she asked also, leaning his head in between her neck and shoulder, and sinking his teeth into her skin lightly. He moaned into the bite as his rod spasmed and twitched, sending forth stream after stream of thick, hot cum into the deepest parts of her womanhood.

Kelly knew he was close as she dug her fingers into his hands she too was on the edge of her body giving way to her juices gushing down and around his thick hard cock. Before he could get the words out she groaned deeply as she came. Shudders and trembles shaking her from the inside out. She planted her lips on the area just above Steven's collarbone and bit down hoping it brought him as much pleasure as it did her when he bit down on her.

Breathing hard trying to catch her breath she relaxed as he filled her full of his wonderful cum. She was smiling like a cat that swallowed the canary, happy and deeply satisfied. "You are a wonderful lover Steven. You did great. I am happier than I have been in a long time." She squeezed her legs tight as she could. "Feel that? That is two people joined in love."

Feeling her teeth sink into him, Steven let out an even greater moan as his cock continued to twitch and throb, filling his aunt to the brim as their fluids mixed and the excess spilled out onto the bed. After some time of remaining tense and releasing his seed into Kelly, Steven finally settled down and lay flat on top of her. "Oh god... that was... that was amazing Aunt Kelly. Thank you," he said between his panting. He took her lips in another deep kiss, this one very loving and tender, but nonetheless sensual as his tongue entered her mouth, to show his appreciation for her.

He felt her legs squeeze and tighten, causing him to sink even deeper into her. "Unghh... yes, I feel it. I love you so much Aunt Kelly, and I want to be joined with you forever and fill you with my seed," he groaned, wiggling his hips for emphasis. "Do you... do you think you'll get pregnant?" he asked. Deep in his heart, he wanted her to become pregnant, but he asked in a neutral tone hoping to gauge her reaction.

Kelly was covered in sweat and she loved how he filled her full. She was breathing hard as she kissed him several times. She kissed his ear, his neck and nibbled across his collarbone.

"Steven you were wonderful, I love you so much. I am going to continue to love you forever in every way." She tried to slow down her heavy breathing as she wrapped her arms around him holding him tight to her. "I stopped using protection when Riley passed. There is a good possibility that we have planted a new baby darling. Our baby, our little one. Oh Steven, I would love nothing more than to be the mother of your child. Would you be willing to have a baby growing inside me? I mean, I don't believe in abortion, so if I get pregnant, I keep the baby. If you don't want one, then other arrangements will have to be made."

She looked up into his face looking for a sign that he would love having a baby with her. "Of course, no one could know it was ours, at least for a long time. That part would be hard, explaining to my sister and your parents."

"I love you too, Kelly," Steven responded with a smile, now getting used to the fact that he would be addressing his aunt by just her name from now on as they were lovers. He lifted his head as he felt Kelly's tender kisses and nibbles, letting out a contented sigh as he did so. He returned her kiss with love, simply enjoying the feeling of being connected to her.

"Oh, Kelly... you have no idea how much I've love for you to bear my child. I'd want nothing more than to fill you with my seed and have you become pregnant with a child that represented our love. I can't wait for you to start showing a baby bump," he added with a small laugh. "If our first lovemaking session together didn't quite work, I'd certainly be happy to give it some more tries," he said, leaning down for another kiss as he lightly ground his hips against hers. "Don't worry about my parents for now. We'll figure it out when that time comes, and in the meantime, we just need to focus on making a baby together."

Kelly couldn't be happier. She had always wanted a child of her own, but Riley was dead set against kids. It was one of the things that she had wanted but every time the subject came up it would anger him. Finally she just gave up the idea and focuses on the farm. The only babies she had was those born on the farm to the animals.

"Maybe we should try again now darling. Just to make sure? After dinner we can try some more if you aren't too tired?" She pulled him down for a deep long kiss. "Let's not stop with one, I want to have a son and a daughter. Worse comes to worse we can sell the farm and move to another state, and bring up our children without looks from people we know. I will home school them if we have any that is?"

Luckily for Steven, his youth provided him great stamina, and even after having already cum once inside his aunt, he still remained hard. He couldn't help but smile when she suggested they try again now. "I think I'd like that Kelly," he responded, both to her suggestion that they make love again and try for a baby as well as in answer to her statement about having more than one child.

"I don't think we'll have to move away, especially if you'll be homeschooling them anyway. First things first though, let's get to baby making," he teased, leaning in to lovingly kiss her lips once more. With his cock still hard and buried inside of his aunt, he slowly began to pump his hips again, driving his manhood in and out of her as he slowly got back into his previous rhythm. He loved his aunt, and the idea of filling her up with his seed, multiple times, in an attempt to have a child greatly excited him as he felt new energy run through his body.


An 37 years old woman. She has a nurturing and loving personality, as she expresses her affection for Steven and desires to have children with him. Her adventurous and open-minded nature is evident in her willingness to engage in an intimate relationship with her nephew and consider unconventional solutions for raising their potential children together.

Kelly couldn't be happier. She had always wanted a child of her own, but Riley was dead set against kids. It was one of the things that she had wanted but every time the subject came up it would anger him. Finally she just gave up the idea and focuses on the farm. The only babies she had was those born on the farm to the animals.

"Maybe we should try again now darling. Just to make sure? After dinner we can try some more if you aren't too tired?" She pulled him down for a deep long kiss. "Let's not stop with one, I want to have a son and a daughter. Worse comes to worse we can sell the farm and move to another state, and bring up our children without looks from people we know. I will home school them if we have any that is?"


A young woman of 18 years, standing at 5 feet and 9 inches tall. She has dark chocolate brown hair and deep ocean blue eyes that complement her soft, tan, smooth skin. Her body is curvy yet toned, with notably large Double D Breasts. She often wears a white tank top with a gray vest over it, along with blue jeans and black boots that reach up to her knees. Kate is be considerate and patient but also subtly bold as she doesn't hesitate to stay alone with the older man she's attracted to. Despite her youthfulness, she seems mature enough to handle complex emotions and situations.

Kate breathed in softly as she started up her small black Kia Forte and sat in the driver's seat of the vehicle. Her mother and father had left for their anniversary for the weekend and didn't want her staying home alone. Sure, she was 18 but there had been some recent murders and rapes that scared her parents. She didn't fight it, she wanted to stay home but they asked her to stay with someone she knew. Setting her bag into the passenger seat she pulled out of the parking lot before putting her gear into drive and driving out of town.

She didn't drive to far, she was going to stay with a family friend. He was friends with her mother and father for years. He had watched her grow up before his eyes. She sighed and she breathed in as it was nearing nighttime. It wasn't really too late but the sun was already setting down beyond the horizon. Reaching his house she parked her car and shut it off. She was going to tell him she was coming over but she didn't have his number.

Kate stepped out of the car, her bag in hand and she shut the car door. She stood tall at 5 feet and 9 inches, her hair a dark chocolate brown and her eyes a deep ocean blue. Her skin soft, tan and smooth. She was curvy, though still toned. The only big thing on her seemed to be her Double D Breasts that were trying to escape from her white tank top. A gray vest rested on the tank top with a pair of blue jeans and black boots that rose up to her knees. She bit her bottom lip and rose her hand, knocking on his door with three soft knocks. She could have easily stayed with a friend, but she chose him. One... he was a friend. He was kind to her and secondly, she had a huge crush on him. Since she had the chance, why not spend some time with him?

Micheal was surprised when he heard a gentle knocking on his door. He had only gotten home fifteen minutes before and had just barely had time to take off his shoes and sit down in front of the TV. He was still dressed in his slacks, dress socks, and polo shirt. He jumped up from his chair and went to answer the door.

Micheal was a big man, standing 6 feet 5 inches and being built rather sturdily. His muscular frame was kept in shape by regular visits to his basement "gym", giving him a broad chest and powerful arms. His features were rugged and masculine. The only signs of his 45 years were the wisps of white and gray speckling his jet black hair. He was a very attractive man. He wasn't expecting anyone right now. He was between girlfriends at the moment, and his guy friends were off doing their own thing right now. He swung open the door. His eyebrows went up when he saw Kate.

"Kate!" he said in surprise. "What are you doing here?" It was always a pleasant surprise to see Kate. He could never get enough of her. He'd been following her ever since she was a little girl with a charming smile and a twinkle in her eye. He'd watched her grow more beautiful with each passing year as she blossomed to adolescence, and finally adulthood. To what pleasure did he owe such a visit from a gorgeous young woman?

Kate looked up to see the door opening finally and she gave a soft smile as he seemed surprised. "Sorry, I was going to call but then realized I didn't have your number." She said, rubbing the back of her neck and she breathed in slightly. "Can... can I stay here for the weekend? My parents left for their anniversary and don't want me staying alone while they're gone..." She gave a slight annoyed groan but she shrugged and looked up to him with a small smile. "I mean, I know it's kind of out of the blue but I'd appreciate it. But I totally understand if I can't." She gave a nod with a smile.

Kate had known him for years, so she had the time to really get to know him. To like him, of course without her parents knowing. Though she smiled up to him, her head cocked slightly to the side. A slight hoping look on her face as she nipped her bottom lip again and held her bag to her upper legs and smiled. She wouldn't be bummed if he said no, she knew she could go to her friends house. Though she waited... patiently to hear what he had to say. She felt she hadn't been able to take her mind off of him, she knew he was twice her age but she didn't really care. He was handsome, he was sweet and caring and just... everything she wanted in a man.

And she at least hoped that he'd give her a chance...

"Of course you can stay," smiled Micheal warmly, stepping aside to let Kate in. "You know you're always welcome. Excuse the bachelor pad, though." The last sentence was an attempt at humor. Kate had been to Micheal's many times, with her parents, of course. She'd always been such a cute little thing. She still was. Such a beautiful and delicate thing, unlike the 30-40 year old women Micheal usually associated with. He noticed Kate carrying her overnight bag.

"Here, let me take that," he offered. "Make yourself at home. I'll take your bag to the spare room, then I'll join you." He smiled at her warmly.

Kate smiled softly and nodded her head as she looked up to him. "Thanks." She said softly before stepping into the house and she looked around, shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head. "It's fine." She gave a soft laugh and she smiled to him gently. Though he took her bag and she looked up to him once more. "Thanks..." She said once more just as he took it from her grasp and she looked around slowly.

She had been here quite a few times but she had never been here alone. It was kind of nice and she walked over to the couch, sitting down onto it and she drummed her fingers along her legs as she looked down and then back up. Waiting for him to come back out into the living room "I appreciate it. I didn't really know where else to stay for the next couple of nights." She shook her head as she leaned against the arm of the couch.

Micheal kept his word as he neatly set Kate's bag at the foot of the bed in the guest room, then returned to join her on the couch. He sat down next to, though he did so slightly closer to her than he would normally do. He chose to be a bit bolder, now that he didn't have Kate's parents there between him and Kate. Not that he'd really try anything, but he sensed Kate felt giddy around him. He wanted to tease her a little. There was nothing wrong with that. He often made her blush and giggle, even as a little girl—all in good sport of course. He draped one arm over the back of the seat behind her.

"So, how long are your parents gone for?" he asked, trying to make conversation.

Kate looked over to him as he sat down a bit closer to her than she was use to especially since her parents weren't around but she smiled softly and leaned back into the couch along with his arm. "They gone for four days." She nodded her head and smiled softly. "Won't be home til Tuesday afternoon." She said bit her bottom lip softly. "I hope I wasn't interrupting you or anything. I mean if you have to work i understand." She nodded and smiled softly.

"You aren't interrupting me at all," smiled Micheal. He felt his heart leap for joy when she leaned back closer to him. Her hair tickled his arm. Something else stirred inside his pants, but he ignored it, for the moment. "It's always a pleasure to have you over." Indeed it was, and not just for her companionship. There were many times Micheal caught himself thinking of her as he pleasured himself late at night. Kate was a sweet 18 year old, and nothing could change that. Call him a lecherous old pig, but he found this young woman very attractive.

Kate smiled softly up to him, "Good." She said with a soft laugh and she tilted her head to the side and she leaned into him a bit. Her shoulder pressing into his side a bit, under his arm and she smiled softly up to him. "Well, if there's anything you'd like to do..." She shrugged and nodded her head. "I mean, so at least we're not just stuck and bored here. I don't want to bore you." She said with a soft laugh and she sat up a little bit. He has a handsome man and often she couldn't take her mind off of him, she knew her parents would be disappointed if they found out how she thought about him.


A tall, robust man standing at 6 feet 5 inches with a muscular frame maintained by regular gym sessions. His rugged and masculine features are adorned with jet black hair speckled with signs of maturity in the form of white and gray strands, indicating his age of around 45 years. He is a bachelor known for his attractiveness. Personality-wise, Micheal comes across as warm and welcoming, but also playful as he enjoys teasing Kate. He has a comforting presence that makes him approachable, yet there's an underlying boldness to him that becomes more evident when he's alone with Kate.

Kate smiled softly up to him, "Good." She said with a soft laugh and she tilted her head to the side and she leaned into him a bit. Her shoulder pressing into his side a bit, under his arm and she smiled softly up to him. "Well, if there's anything you'd like to do..." She shrugged and nodded her head. "I mean, so at least we're not just stuck and bored here. I don't want to bore you." She said with a soft laugh and she sat up a little bit. He has a handsome man and often she couldn't take her mind off of him, she knew her parents would be disappointed if they found out how she thought about him.

"Well, I didn't have any plans for tonight," admitted Micheal. His heart beat faster as Kate leaned back into him. Without thinking, he let his arm close around her, and clamped his hand on her shoulder. "I didn't really expect to spend a weekend with such a gorgeous young woman as yourself." He gently pulled her closer, as he would a woman he was hitting up on. At the same time, he smiled that warm, comforting smile he'd always given her. He already had some ideas for what he wanted to do, and all of them ended with the two of them cuddled up naked under the sheets in the morning.