A detective who has seen his fair share of tough situations, making him both alert and cautious. He is not a small guy and has experience handling various threats, including people on drugs like PCP. Mathew is dedicated to his job, even when it involves tedious paperwork. Despite being disoriented after an attack, he remains determined to get to the truth of what he witnessed and refuses to dismiss the possibility of vampires being real.

Late into the evening, a small drizzle that never seems to stop falling up the city of New Glensdale, detective Mathew Mastings walks down the sidewalk, heading home from the bar after a long day at work. It was one of those gloomy days, setting in his office at the precinct doing paperwork and filing reports. There had been a lot of paperwork the past few months, dozens of unsolved murders and missing persons reports with no traces of possible suspects. A few times blood had been found at a scene, but the results always came back as either the victims or non-conclusive. It had him irked, having no leads or anything. He wished he could just catch one break.

As he was headed home, he suddenly heard a scream from a near by alleyway. As he ran towards it, he pulled out his gun, ready to help whoever might be in trouble. When he reached the alleyway, he saw a man pinning a woman up against the wall. "Halt! Police!" Mathew called out. "Let the woman go and place you hands in the air. NOW!" the man back away from the woman, then suddenly, he reached for a gun. But before the man could get a shot off, Mathew planted one right between his eyes and the man fell down, dead.

When Mathew went to make sure the woman was alright, she seemed more angry than scared. "Are you alright ma'am?" Mathew asked her. But the woman shook her head. "No. I am not alright." She then glared at Mathew. "You just killed my lunch," she then flashed her fangs at him. "So I guess you'll have to do." She then tackled him, baring her fangs, and Mathew couldn't help letting out a short yelp. With all his strength, he pushed the woman off him and fired a bullet at her, but it did nothing. The woman just snarled and jumped at him again, planting a fist on the side of his head and knocking him out cold.

Lillian had a reputation of being a loner and hated women for their drama and vampire women were worse than human females! Shocker. With her long snow white hair braided back from her face as she had the fake tan so she could seamlessly blend in with the humans when she went out on the city. Her finely tuned ears caught the pang of a gun going off not far from her. In her high heeled boots she snuck closer then that familiar growl of hunger.

Running at full speed as her jeans were specially made to with stand the friction of her speed. As the woman was about to sink her fangs into Mathew Lillian kicked her as if she was a football. The kick sent the vampire woman back into the chain linked fence. Both women were hissing and growling at each other.

"You're in my territory, get!" Lillian growled as she stood close to Mathew as her nails transformed into claws with her emerald eyes turned blood red. The woman smirked commenting she was to weak to fight for a worthless human which ensued a fight that had both women being slammed into the brick buildings, bones being crushed, snapped, sliced open which soon Lillian managed to kill the other woman which she turned to ashes. Bloody and healing she looked to Mathew seeing he was still out cold through the entire fight. "She must have hit you hard."

Mathew stirred a little as Lillian checked on him, responding to her voice. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, his vision still blurry. Not able to see Lillian clearly, but able to tell it was a woman, gave a start, sat up, and scooted backwards with his legs away from the woman. "Gah!" he yelled out, pointing his gun at her. But as soon as his vision cleared, he relaxed a little, though he was still wary and held the gun on her. "Who are you? Where'd the that other... thing go?" He looked around frantically, thinking she might still jump him from somewhere to finish the job.

Mathew tried to stand up, keeping the gun on Lillian, but he was still woozy from that punch and fell back, accidentally discharging a round that just missed Lillian as the back of his head hit a brick wall as he fell on his butt, now even more disoriented. "That woman, she was... one of them bloodsuckers. Those vampires. I tried to save her," he motioned to the dead man he shot earlier, "but she wasn't the one in trouble. Then she..." He frantically checked his neck, feeling for teeth marks. When found none, he sighed in relief. His gun now at his side, he knew he couldn't the broad side of a barn right now with his vision blurred and double from what was no doubt a concussion, he just sat there, his clothes all wet from the rain, and waited for whatever the woman would do.

Lillian didn't say a word nor move when he fired his gun by accident. All she had to do was wait for him to settle down and calm down to allow his thoughts to catch up to the present.

"Thing? Vampires don't exist. She must have been part of a cult who thinks they are vampires." She said calmly though her slender form shifted weight side to side in her boots as her black jacket hung heavily on her narrow shoulders but her ample breasts were peeking out with her red tank top.

"I heard a gun being fired then yelling. I ran here seeing her over you with a pipe in her hand. I just hit her with a trash can and managed to get her to run off." She said shrugging as if fighting was an everyday thing for her. "Are you going to be alright?"

Mathew shook his head, confused now. "But she..." He rubbed the back of his head, feeling the sore spot, then looked at his fingers and saw blood, but no a lot. What the woman said made sense, maybe it was just some freak cultist or something high on something. But damn, she was strong. Mathew wasn't a small guy and had taken plenty of punches from men a lot bigger than she. But he shot her, too, didn't he? Or did he somehow miss? "I swore I shot her, saw the bullet hit and everything, and she was strong." He shook his head again.

He was clearly disoriented, his eyes refusing to focus totally. "I have to get back to the station, file a report. Another damn report." He paused for a moment. "I hate those goddam reports." He then stood up again, but with his legs still wobbly, he lost his footing and fell against a dumpster, holding on to it for support. "I... I think I need some sleep first," he said, sinking back down to the ground and leaning against the dumpster.

"PCP, its a drug that makes a midget knock a elephant out." Lillian said which is true but she was trying to convince him there was no such thing as vampires. If he thought there was then their kind was in danger. While he commented he needed sleep she shook her head grabbing his hand offering support for him to stand.

"No a hospital for you to get checked out. A hit that hard could end your life if you fall to sleep." She said as if she knew medical procedures. Helping out of the alley way then down the street heading to the brightly lite hospital. "Cult followers like her are so deep in their belief that they change their appearance completely, their lifestyles and behaviors. They even drink blood, have fake porcelain fangs and anything to be a vampire. I'm surprised you didn't know about this since you're a cop." she said with a smile as some of her teeth were pointed in a blunt fashion so her small fangs can blend in when she smiled.

Mathew shook his head as he took her hand. "PCP... no. I've handled guy on PCP before, they don't behave like that. She was completely coherent, knew what she was doing. And I shot her square in the chest with a .45, PCP or not, he heart should have stopped. But even if that were the case, how would you chase her off with just a garbage can?" His mind finally starting to think straight again, he was thinking more clearly now. "Deputy Wellings," he said to no one in particular. "He's still in a mental institution cause he wouldn't stop talking about vampires being real." He then look at Lillian. "Look, I saw what I saw. I little bump on the head ain't gonna change that."


A vampire with long, snow-white hair braided back from her face and a fake tan to blend in with humans. She has emerald eyes that can turn blood red when angered, and her nails transform into claws during confrontations. She wears high-heeled boots, specially made jeans to withstand her speed, a black jacket on her narrow shoulders, and a red tank top revealing ample breasts. Lillian has a reputation for being a loner and disliking drama from women, especially vampire women. Despite her tough exterior, she shows concern for others' well-being and takes action to protect them when necessary.

Mathew shook his head as he took her hand. "PCP... no. I've handled guy on PCP before, they don't behave like that. She was completely coherent, knew what she was doing. And I shot her square in the chest with a .45, PCP or not, he heart should have stopped. But even if that were the case, how would you chase her off with just a garbage can?" His mind finally starting to think straight again, he was thinking more clearly now. "Deputy Wellings," he said to no one in particular. "He's still in a mental institution cause he wouldn't stop talking about vampires being real." He then look at Lillian. "Look, I saw what I saw. I little bump on the head ain't gonna change that."

"You didn't see anything!" Lillian snapped as he was wearing on her nerves already. "Stay out of the alley ways." She said pushing him into the hospital so he can be taken care of. It seem the doctors knew he was coming but before anyone can get information from Lillian she was gone.

Lillian was off to tell the others of her clan that the others were getting out of hand as they were using themselves to be a victim and get a hero in so they kill two in one sitting.


A vulnerable and submissive individual, struggling with the conflicting emotions of fear, guilt, and arousal. His personality suggests that he might have made some mistakes in his past but does not believe he deserves the level of abuse he is experiencing. Despite being forced into non-consensual acts, Jake still experiences unwanted pleasure, adding to his emotional turmoil.

Jake finally, after a few seconds of staring into Mike's face, reluctantly put his mouth on Mike's hard, steel like dick and sucked. Enjoying it, even though Jake wasn't receiving anything from it, he began to slide his mouth on and off the tip of Mike's dick and then slid it further down the shaft, sucking on and off. Jake thought, maybe if he did this really good Mike wouldn't hurt him like Sarah did. Jake bobbed his head up and down repeatedly, sucking on and off, and then deep-throated Mike, swallowing the cock at the back of his mouth and letting a very loud subconscious moan of pleasure escape from his lips. He sucked off very hard as his mouth slid off the erect dick. Jake did this repeatedly, trying his best give Mike pleasure.

Mike was actually partially surprised when Jake relented and took him into his mouth. He closed his eyes, tossing back his head. He let Jake go to work on him, only sort of swaying in and out, to add a little movement of his own to the mix. "Ahhhhh, yeah," he moaned, when he felt the moan coming from Jake's throat on his cock, "you're a natural," he said.

He let Jake keep going until he felt himself reaching his orgasm. He took hold of the back of Jake's head, not roughly, but just, firmly, guiding, rather than forcing. He pushed his cock into Jake's mouth, just to his throat, but not quite into it. He would hold Jake there s he came, feeling his large cum load shoot into Jake's throat. Mike clearly expected Jake to swallow. "Fuck, baby, yeah," he said, incoherently, as his cock began to gush into Jake's throat.

Jake continued to suck Mike's big dick, even as the end of it climaxed into his throat. Jake sucked even as Mike blew his load into him, moaning in guilty pleasure as he did so. Eventually, when Mike finally went down, Jake sucked off and more tears fell from his face. He looked away, wanting to be escaped. He was horrified that so much had happened in such a short amount of time. As he reflected on what got him there, he contemplated on everything, from when he cheated on his girl and accidentally fucked someone underage. Of course he deserved a smack of some kind, but to be put through all this abuse and raping was beyond cruel, it was just wrong.

"Let me go." Jake asked in three words inbetween sobs. As the tears fell from his cheeks he looked away from Mike.

Mike smiled as Jake broke down. He slid back, stepping off the bed. He stood there for a moment, reaching down to begin stroking himself. He kept a smooth rhythm, as though he were preparing himself for a second round that his body wasn't really ready to commit to just yet. It took a moment before his cock even began to look like it might be getting hard again, but when it did, it began to respond more quickly.

"You're not as sick as some, I'll give you that, Jake," he said, "but I can't do that just yet. See, most people are sort of elastic. You can stretch them out, compress them, but sooner or later they'll just bounce back, and it'll be like it never happened. After a while, you'd forget this, go back to being the person you were. We just can't have that. Our method works, and you're not going anywhere until you're done."

Mike went back to the bed controls. This time flattening out the bed again. He undid Jake's foot restraints, careful to stay clear of the range of his kick, even though Mike was fairly sure Jake had very little strength left. Then, he dropped the foot of the bed, leaving Jake's legs jutting out awkwardly, his ass only barely at the edge of the bed.

"Lets not pretend any more, Jake," he said, "you really want my cock, and you know it. Lift your legs and spread 'em, and I'll take your virginity back there nice and easy." Mike stepped forward, close enough that Jake could lift his legs and rest them on his shoulders.

Jake did as he was told. He lifted his legs and spread them, so Mike could suck his ass. Jake sobbed and thought of the pain that awaited him. He hoped Mike wouldn't fuck him hard and make him bleed all over from his anus. He grit his teeth as he attempted to deal with the pain that would fall on him. "Don't do it." He pleaded uselessly. "I didn't do anything." He said truthfully, having his trial in mind.

This was all so stupid. It was like the world had become a Nazi fascistic state. For now, Jake had to deal with living in it, but that didn't mean that he liked it. He breathed heavily, both in deep anxiety and in deep erotic fascination with what was about to happen. Despite the fact he was being violated, he was still turned on very heavily. "NO." Jake said one final time.

"Oh, shut up, you little cunt," he said, "you're going to love my cock inside you. You know it, I know it. In a while, you'll be beginning me to fuck you, maybe not today, but someday soon you bend over and ask for it like my little bitch every time you see me."

Mike lined himself up quickly, and eased himself forward. He was well lubricated, both with own semen, and Jake's saliva. He didn't go quickly, even though he could have quite easily. Instead he eased himself into Jake. It took several seconds for the head of Mike's cock sort of popped into Jake, the tight ring of his recently virgin asshole squeezing behind it.

Mike slowly eased in the rest of his length, stopping anytime it seemed to be putting too much pressure on Jake, and then resuming after a short break. It took him a few minutes, all told, before his full length was inside Jake.

Jake squirmed under the pressure of Mike's masculinity inside of his ass. Jake moaned subconsciously but very noticeably enjoying the violation of his anus through Mike's dick. Jake couldn't help pulling on and off the erect sex organ for a little bit, since there was no way to pull off in this state and Mike wasn't going anywhere. Jake tried to stop for a few moments but he couldn't help it. He stopped, clenching his ass, which only made the pleasure greater and the groaning louder.

He pressed his body hard against the bed, waiting for Mike to start pumping so he could just get this over with. He just hoped Mike wouldn't fuck him too hard. He didn't want to start bleeding from his ass. For another few moments, Jake continued to subconsciously push his ass on and off Mike's steel hard dick, trying to get away from him, but also enjoying the moment despite the humiliation he felt.

Mike enjoyed Jake's squirming, especially when he tried to pull away. Mike continued to push into him, however, forcing himself as deep as possible every time Jake pulled back, and then feeling the sensation of the inevitable moment where Jake would relax, and the pressure would feel like Jake's ass was trying to swallow more of him.

He began to with slow strokes, making sure Jake was well lubricated, and stretched out, before picking up speed. When he'd had a few good minutes a good pace, he pulled out of Jake, watching his anus close, before pushing his cock's head back into Jake, doing this several times, penetrating him over and over, until he couldn't handle it any more himself. Then he pushed into Jake all the way once more, and began to fuck him harder, quicker, knowing that, by now, he wouldn't been so intensely tight, or in danger of too much pain.

Jake continued to squirm, attempting vainly to escape, making the pressure through his anus worse, by worse, it was more pleasurable. Jake couldn't manage to stifle a moan of pleasure as Mike was fucking Jake's ass in a mockingly slow, fake lovingly way as he was raping. The fucking continued for a while as Jake's own dick was racing precum because of the constant rubbing of his prostate by Mike's cock. The sobbing from Jake's face continued, and the bed was covered in a sea of semen, and tears. Jake screamed after a few moments of forced pleasure he didn't want.


A dominant and cruel individual who takes pleasure in exerting power over others. He shows no empathy or concern for the well-being of his victim, Jake. Instead, he derives satisfaction from inflicting pain and humiliation upon him. Mike's personality suggests that he is manipulative and enjoys asserting control over vulnerable individuals like Jake.

Mike enjoyed Jake's squirming, especially when he tried to pull away. Mike continued to push into him, however, forcing himself as deep as possible every time Jake pulled back, and then feeling the sensation of the inevitable moment where Jake would relax, and the pressure would feel like Jake's ass was trying to swallow more of him.

He began to with slow strokes, making sure Jake was well lubricated, and stretched out, before picking up speed. When he'd had a few good minutes a good pace, he pulled out of Jake, watching his anus close, before pushing his cock's head back into Jake, doing this several times, penetrating him over and over, until he couldn't handle it any more himself. Then he pushed into Jake all the way once more, and began to fuck him harder, quicker, knowing that, by now, he wouldn't been so intensely tight, or in danger of too much pain.


A dominant and controlling man, exuding an aura of authority and power. He is methodical and articulate, always maintaining a calm demeanor even in intimate situations. His physical stature is imposing, further emphasizing his dominance in the relationship. Marek's personality reveals a certain fondness for manipulation and conditioning, using these tactics to shape the dynamics of their interaction. Despite his stern disposition, he shows moments of tenderness towards Sphinx, indicating a complex character beneath his authoritative exterior.

"No worries, Little one." Marek spoke softly, his hand coming up to hold to her shoulder firmly, giving her stability as he stepped her closer to the bed and its warm looking entrapment. "This is our bed, we shall share it. Should you have expected your own bed... well, I don't believe in isolating new pets when they are brought into one's home and told to be companions. I believe in respect through obedience and loyalty. I expect respect to your station but also to your own wants and needs. We will base this off respect... until you prove you need more discipline or more praise." He explained, just before he stepped up to the bed and took a seat on the edge on the bed.

"I also believe in telling you why you're here... I don't know what you were expecting, or what you were told in advance. However, there is one reason you are here... companionship. In every definition. Kneel." When he spoke, He nodded toward the floor, which had a very plush rug placed right at his feet, just wide enough to fit both of her knees comfortably.

As Sphinx walked closer to the bed she could feel her knees feeling weak and shaky. To keep her self focused she paid close attention to the conversation. "I hate being alone. At the lad they kept me in isolation because I wouldn't get along with the other experiments. I would also attack the guards to try and run. I was so cold and lonely." When he sat on the bed she glanced at him before looking at the ground.

When he told her to kneel she didn't hesitate. Her knees were ready to give out for under her. The carpet was soft and comfortable to be on. Both hands moved to her skirt, pushing the fabric into her lap. She stared at the fabric tried to clam her self down but nothing was working.

"You won't be alone with me, Little One. I assure you. You will be by my side at all times." He told her, smiling very faintly, giving just an ounce of humanity to an otherwise questionable setup. He then turned and reached down the side of the bed and pulled up a small remote, clicking its on button gently. Even though she couldn't see them, two candle heaters turned on, each on one side of the bed frame. Each Heater held a lavender purple candle with no existing wick or label.

As the candle began to heat slightly, the intoxicating aroma began, filling the room with a soft scent of chemicals and an undiscernable sweet fragrance. Though as it now began to filter into the air, both Sphinx and Marek were feeling its property. Aside from the effects doubling for Sphinx, she would probably see and sense the growing erection hidden beneath his dress pants.

"Once again, I am unsure of what they told or taught you at the laboratory, but my cost of comfort, shelter, and companionship, is use of your body and its functions. It may seem unsavory at initial glance, but I assure you... you will feel only the best and always end satisfied. Do you have any prior knowledge towards this particular subject?"

"They told me what I need to do and how but it was very brief..." the scent of the candles started to get to her and she couldn't think straight. "I... I won't... I won't..." Sphinx couldn't even finish her refusal and her body started to take over. Her hand slowly slid up his thighs to the top of his pants. She unbuttons and unzips them letting his constricted boner free. She mind went blank and her desire took over.

One hand started to stroke and she brought her face closer. She licked the shaft as she kept stroking. She then rapped her lips around the tip and suck gently. Her other hand was pressed tightly between her legs not knowing what to do with herself. She was only told how to please someone else but not her self. Her body ached for a certain touch as her fluids slowly leaked out of her. She felt sensitive to the touch through out her body.

"You misunderstand, this is not a bargained price. I don't believe in beating my pets into submission, rather I make it so hard to resist me, that they can't say no." He told her, just as she released his nine inch prick and began stroke and wrap her mouth around his head, bobbing slowly. It was also apparent that Marek was not immune to this aroma, not only had his cock enlarged so quickly, but he was already leaking clear fluid, and his veins were extra aggressive.

He made a noise, audibly sucking in air, as she began to suck over his member. He held his left knee with his left hand, then laid his other across the area of head between her neko ears, rubbing her scalp softly as she blew him.

"Do not touch yourself. That is for me and me alone." He told her adamantly as her saw her arm fidgeting down below, "You will be satiated after I have. I promise."

Sphinx couldn't move her hand away from between her legs but she stop moving her hand. The aroma in the air and the tapestry of him paired so well she couldn't stop. She started to go as deep as she can keeping a slow pace. When he started to pet her head she started to purr loudly. Her purr acted as a natural vibrator as she sucked him off.

Her tail swayed behind her, a sing of pleasure. She started to go faster bit by bit as she got used to the motion. She swallowed every drop of precum leaked out of him. Her gaze was locked on the part of him that didn't fit in her mouth.

"Good, good job, Little One." Marek moaned out softly, his deep voice a growl as he held tighter and tighter on the back of her head, only encouraging her further. "Oh fuck... your instincts are fantastic." He praised as she continued to go as deep as she could and then faster, as the need for more blossomed inside her.

"This is your purpose, after my companionship... this is what you will learn to love and desire! My sex, my passion, my seed. Learn this now, Little One." He ordered to her, pulling her head a little harder with her pulsing head, making her truly work up a sexual appetite for his semen, which she was very close to achieving.

The praises filled her with joy and her purring got more intense. She never paused for even a second, learning quickly how to please him. When he talked about her purpose her ears went back for a moment, showing her dislike. It was her thought trying to gain control again but it quickly faded and she continued pleasing him.

He body started ache to a point where she started to fidget with her self again. She tired to hide it but it was to much to hold back. They way she did try to settle her self though wouldn't work. She still yearn for his touch.

"You can dislike it all you like now, Little One. I assure you... you will crave it in your own time." Marek croaked out, holding her head a little tighter, keeping her rhythm sharp and quick. "Whether you like it or not... you are quite good..." With a jolt of his body, Marek grabbed her head and pulled her tight into his cock. He groaned hard, growling out, just as his cock began to pump hot seed down into the new pets throat.

Instead of it tasting bitter, salty, or even vaguely like filtered fruit, it tasted purely like vanilla, a nice little side effect of the wonder candles melting slowly into the room. It was all conditioning, until the new pet, Sphinx, wanted his cock on her own.

"Very good... very good. Your turn... strip, climb into the bed, choose a position you would like to lay or kneel in."

The vanilla taste was a nice surprise for her when Sphinx first tasted his seed. She didn't waste a single drop. When he was done she started to take off her clothes. She crawled on to the bed and laid on her back. She was nervous but still purring.

"Eager... I like that." He growled softly, standing off the bed as she crawled up onto the bed naked, giving him a fairly good glance at her tail and rear end. As she collapsed into the sheets, Marek rolled onto his elbows, crawled up into her lap, lowered his head, and began to kiss along her inner thighs.

Dotting kisses around her inner pelvis, above her mound, and then finally over her lips themselves. One of his hands crawled into her lap, pried open her slit, and slowly began to drag his tongue across her exterior hole.


A submissive and compliant woman, displaying a mix of fear and curiosity towards her new environment. Her physical appearance is petite and delicate, with distinct features like neko ears and tail that contribute to her overall allure. Despite being subjected to manipulation, she exhibits an innate resilience and adaptability, quickly learning how to respond to Marek's demands. There's an underlying sense of vulnerability in her personality, rooted in past experiences of isolation and loneliness. Yet, there are also glimpses of defiance that hint at a strong spirit beneath her submissive exterior.

The vanilla taste was a nice surprise for her when Sphinx first tasted his seed. She didn't waste a single drop. When he was done she started to take off her clothes. She crawled on to the bed and laid on her back. She was nervous but still purring.


A young man in his early twenties, who has taken on the role of an instructor at a summer camp. He's diligent and responsible, evident from his year-long preparation for the job where he learned about nature, knot-making, and canoeing. He's also slightly nervous yet eager to do well in his new role. His interest in the female instructors suggests that he is outgoing and sociable. Alexander shows kindness and patience when dealing with new campers like Marisa, indicating a caring personality suited for mentoring children.

Finally, the time had come, and the first bus full of young boys and girls arrived at the summer camp. For many of them, this was the first time at the camp 'Green Lake', but not only for the young boys and girls. This was also the first year for Alexander in the role of an instructor, and he was also a little nervous because he wanted to do a good job.

He had prepared himself for the upcoming weeks for well over a year. He learned much about nature, how to make knots, and how to handle a canoe. Now he wanted to share his knowledge with the kids to make this camp memorable for them. Of course, this job had some advantages for a young man like him. The female instructors for the girls were very sexy in their beige-colored shorts and tight shirts, and maybe he could even have a relationship with them.

He took his clipboard and walked towards the bus that arrived a minute earlier to help with the accommodation of the kids. The other instructors told him this was the stressful part of the job because the kids were excited and/or nervous. Alexander took a deep breath of fresh air and began with the accommodation of the first kids.

The bus ride didn't take very long, but for Marisa, it seemed like it took forever. She was so lost in thought about all the things that she would have to do at the camp, but she was more worried than excited. Camp was going to be a new experience for her all together; this was her first time ever going to one, so she didn't really know what to expect. She just stared out the window while she filled her head with confusion about what she might do at the camp.

Once the bus stopped, all the other kids were getting off but she seemed hesitant to do so. She was just holding onto the seat and waiting for everyone else to get off. She wanted to wait for everyone else to get off before her. After everyone else had gotten off, she finally stood up and walked out of the bus, taking a quick look around. She didn't see anything special, so she felt slightly relieved, thinking it was going to be easier than she had imagined.

Although she didn't pay attention to any of the instructions, once she had gotten off the bus, she didn't even know what to do or who to go to. She just stood there next to the bus waiting for someone to just come over and guide her to where she needed to be. While she was waiting, she was doing her best to calm down so that she could just enjoy the camp and not be worried about everything. A lot of the other kids didn't seem worried, so she felt that she shouldn't shouldn't either.

It was really a stressful situation, and the fewest kids knew the order of events. After Alexander managed dozens of boys and finally gave them guidance to their cottages, he saw a young girl a bit out of the way of the other kids. He went to her and squatted in front of her. "Hey kiddo, are you okay? Do you have home sickness? What's your name?"

Marisa continued to stand still confused, starting to feel like she was being weird until a man came up to her and asked her if she was OK. "W-well, actually, I kinda forgot what I was supposed to do after I got off the bus. I wasn't able to pay attention to the instructions." She said quietly. She didn't want to give a reason why she couldn't because she didn't want him to think it was her fault. "Are you going to take me to where I need to go?" She asked him as she gave him a small smile.

Alexander put a hand on the girl's shoulder and patted her a little, "It's okay, that's quite usual for new campers." He gave her a smile. "Tell me your name, and I can help you and look at the clipboard, where you have to go okay?"

Marisa smiled when she heard that the man could help her get to where she needed to be. "OK, my name is Marisa," she said happily. She stopped focusing on him so that she could look around the camp again for a few seconds while he found her name.

"Very well, Marisa, that's a lovely name. Give me a moment, please." Alexander checked the clipboard, and fortunately, she was the only girl with the name Marisa. He smiled when he finally found her admission. "Ah, here is your name. You're in Karen's group."

He wrapped his arm around the girl and pointed in the direction of a female instructor. "Do you see the instructor with the brown hair, the one with the braid? That's Karen. You're in her group."

Marisa's attention went back to the man when she heard that he had found her name. Once he had put an arm around her and pointed to Karen, she looked over at her and smiled. Once he had finished talking, she nodded. "OK, thank you, Mr.," she said happily before she had run over to Karen. Once she had got there, she looked at her for a few seconds before she started to look at the other members of her group.

Finally, Alexander managed to gather the boys of his group and guide them to the cottage, where they would spend the next weeks. After the boys had placed their bags and suitcases in the cottage, he guided them into the big house, which is also the canteen, for the big welcome of the campers. The boys took place on their tables, and Alexander went to the other instructors.

Marisa followed her instructor to the cottage that she was going to be staying in with the other girls. Once they had arrived, she found a bed and placed her things down on it before returning to the instructor. Once all the girls were done, they were led to the canteen and told to take a seat at their table. Marisa sat down at the end of the table and took a few seconds to get comfy before she gave her attention to the instructors.

After the camp leader had finished his opening speech, the instructors had their turns to introduce themselves. Alexander, as the new instructor, was the last in line. He was a little nervous to speak to so many children at once. "Well, welcome campers to the Green Lake Camp. I hope you all will have an unforgettable summer and a lot of fun. My name is Alexander. I'm the new instructor here and in charge of the boys group 7. I'll help you to learn climbing and swimming."

Marisa listened to all the instructors introduce themselves. Once they all had finished, she smiled and got up from her seat. She didn't really want to wait; she just wanted to go and start doing activities. "Um, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting, but is it time to start the activities now? I'm really looking forward to them." She asked all of them.

After the big welcome, Alexander guided his group into the cottage. He handed them a paper where the boys can register for the activities at the camp, like canoeing or ropes. It's obviously that the boys can't register for every activity because these take place simultaneously.

When the boys finished their papers, he collected them all and left the boys alone in the cottage to give them time for a meet and greet by themselves. He would now bring the papers to the camp leader and the other instructors so they could see which kid would come to which course.


A young girl who's attending summer camp for the first time. She is quite shy and introverted, as she waits for everyone else to get off the bus before her and feels confused about what to do next. Despite her initial confusion and anxiety, she shows resilience by trying to calm herself down, indicating a strong inner strength. Her eagerness to start activities at the camp suggests that she's curious and enthusiastic about learning new things.

Marisa listened to all the instructors introduce themselves. Once they all had finished, she smiled and got up from her seat. She didn't really want to wait; she just wanted to go and start doing activities. "Um, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting, but is it time to start the activities now? I'm really looking forward to them." She asked all of them.


A 15-year-old girl who is to be in her rebellious phase. She has colorful hair, suggesting a desire for self-expression and possibly a taste for non-conformity. She's not very athletic or into sports, implying she has an average build without the toned physique of someone more physically active. Her personality is somewhat impatient and easily bored, with a strong preference for digital entertainment like internet and PS3 games over traditional family activities. She displays typical teenage frustration towards her parents and younger brother Eric, showing signs of sibling rivalry and discontentment with her current situation. Despite this, there are hints of their once close relationship when they discover the hidden room together.

"This sucks." And for Jessi, it did. If she had been five years younger or perhaps five years older, things would be different, but she was neither five years younger nor five years older. She was exactly 15 years old. 15 years, 2 months, and 6 days to be precise, but who is counting days anyway, right?

Anyway, Jessi was stuck in a ski-cabin in the mountains. It was a very nice ski-cabin with large rooms, enough space for a large family, comfortable furniture, and lots and lots of other accommodations, making it an ideal place for families to spend the winter holidays. Except when you're fifteen years old and KNOW that playing Happy Family sucks balls and would rather be anywhere else. In other words, except when you're Jessi.

She was stuck in the cabin with no internet and no signal for her cellphone, alone with only her family and, at the moment, even just her little brother thanks to the fact that their parents had left them alone for the evening and night to visit ''friends'' somewhere down the mountain. Great. No television, no internet, no signal, nothing but wilderness for miles around. As Jessi lay on the couch in the living room, the room with the large fireplace, and staring at the wall, she thought about how much she deserved such a punishment.

"Look after your brother, young lady. You're a responsible young lady. Be good young lady," she mimicked her mother's last words before she and Jessi's father left to ''have fun'', get drunk and talk about boring shit like parents do with other parents, leaving Jessi to rot. With her little brother. Great. She sighed once more. This really, really sucked.

Eric, for his part, was excited to be here. He loved to ski, and their cabin that their grandparents had once lived in was huge and filled with wonders. He'd already snooped through their parents' room briefly; their bathroom had both a jacuzzi tub and a sauna. The room Jessi took (even though he'd claimed it first) also had a jacuzzi in the bathroom. He was a bit miffed about that; Mom and Dad had sided with Jessi on room selection, and now he didn't have any personal bathroom, much less one with a jacuzzi. That may have been to his advantage though, because as it turned out, his room had something else; a secret door.

He'd found the door in his closet while he was putting away some of his things. It had no knob, just a sliding latch that held it shut, and looked like it had been lacquered over more than once. He'd tried to open it, but the slide didn't want to move. He'd gone to the kitchen right away to get a butter knife, and tried to scrape off the hard, encrusted lacquer, but it was slow going, and he was beginning to wonder if it would work at all. Then Eric had an epiphany; he might be able to clean the stuff off with fingernail polish remover, but the only person who might have any was Jessi.

As he started heading down stairs for the living room, Eric began thinking of ways he might get Jessi to let him use her fingernail polish remover.

Still watching the ceiling, Jessi thought about how she could fight her crushing boredom. Her usual ways of doing so were impossible without the internet and her cellphone and the others... She couldn't troll people on the internet, she couldn't visit her friends, she couldn't go to the mall, she couldn't hang out with Jayden, the cute older brother of her friend Emily, who was a guitarist and was just cool and cute and sooooooo dreamy... God damn it, this was horrible.

Why again was she here? Oh right, she didn't had any choice in the matter. Her parents were just so lame. With a huff, she sat up and turned to the fireplace, glaring at it as if it was personally responsible for her misfortune. Well, she could go into the jacuzzi or the sauna, but that was so not entertaining at all... Once more sighing, she rolled back onto the couch, glaring at the ceiling.

"Eric!" she then yelled, unaware that he was already practically in the room. "Eric, come down here!"

"I'm right here; you don't have to yell," Eric said as he came around the corner.

Eric was pondering how to get the nail polish remover without alerting his sister that he'd found something interesting, as he perched on the arm of the couch. "What do you want?" he asked with equal parts wariness and sullenness. There was a time he would have asked in a more cheerful tone, but at some point, he was never sure when Jessi had started hating him. Now he found it best to avoid her as much as possible and to keep anything he said to her short when there was no choice but to talk to her.

Typical, the squirt was a little wise-guys, like always now. Urgh, sometime in the last years, her formerly cute little boy she had adored had turned into a little squirt with far too much sullenness and bratty behavior. Or perhaps he had always been like that and Jessi had only recently realized it. Whatever the case, he now hated her, for whatever reason. He avoided her and talked only to her when absolutely necessary.

Jessi turned on the couch and rolled onto her stomach, looking up to see Eric better, her jeans clad legs dangling up, her lower legs and feet that is. "Please tell me you have your NDS or something, I'm bored as fuck."

*Maybe this won't be so hard after all, just an easy trade*, Eric thought as he looked at his sister. "Even better, I manage to stuff my PS3, and a couple of games in my suitcase, but if you want to borrow it, it's going to cost you. Two favors, one now and one to be named later, and you have to get it back to me before mom and dad get home. Deal?"

Jessi's eyebrows rose as she heard him offer his deal, then she glared at him. This little piece of shit, really, that's what she thought as she formulated her reply. Then she growled, "Eric, gimme the PS3, or I swear to god almighty, I'm gonna make your life a hell, and mom and dad won't be here to protect you." No way she was gonna get blackmailed by the squirt, no fucking way.

The glare Eric gave Jessi could freeze ice, but he got off the arm of the couch and began to stalk up the stairs. Once he was half way up, he turned to her, still lying in her awkward pose, and said "You'd have to catch me first", before bounding up the remaining steps three at a time.

Eric was a fast and agile runner, so fast in fact that he was one of the best on his school's track team, and his coach was eyeing him to transfer into basketball or maybe even football if he gained enough muscle by next year, so it was only the work of two short breaths for him to dodge into his room, slamming the door behind him, and a third to scoop up the PS3 and dive into the closet, closing the door behind him.

Eric began frantically pawing at the stuck sliding pin holding the secret door shut, hoping to be safely hidden before his sister made it up the stairs.

With a shriek that was worthy of a banshee, the colorful haired Jessi jumped up and after her little brother. Other than him, she was not very athletic and neither was she really into sports. In other words, she was out of shape, but to catch her little brother, it was enough. "Get here, little squirt!"

With that yell, she rushed after Eric, up the stairs, down the corridor to his door, and only barely managed not to slam into the door as it was slammed shut in front of her face. With a snarl, she threw the door open again and stormed into the room... only to not see Eric anywhere.

For a moment she looked around, then darted towards the bed. Perhaps he was hiding under there... No, he wasn't. Now, where else could he... With a scrutinizing gaze, she looked around the room, then saw the closet. There, that must be his hiding place. With an evil grin, she walked over and then... sat down in front of it. "Okay, you win," she then said with a seductively sweet voice. "One favor for the PS3. "

*Uh-ho* Eric thought, as he started to panic. He'd heard that sound of Jessi's voice before; it's the voice she'd use when she was about to do something extra mean.

With a might shove of his thumb, the thick coating of lacquer gave with a slight cracking noise before crumbling away, allowing the pin to slide free, and the door to swing open. Quickly, he slipped into the dark space beyond, and closed the door behind him as quietly as he could. Eric couldn't re-lock the door from this side, of course, but the door had been all but invisible due to the lack of light in the closet, so maybe she wouldn't notice it.

"Come on, I know you're in there," Jessi said with her ''I'm about to do something extra mean to you if you don't do what I say'' voice, though of course, she herself would never call it that. No, it was her seductive-nice and flirty voice, right? As no response came, she waited another few moments, then she sighed. "Okay, but this is on you!"

And with dramatic flourish, she yanked open the closet... only to find it empty of her brother. Great, another bust. "Urgh, shit." With a frustrated grumbling, she turned around again and began to search the room. Not for Eric this time, but for his PS3, perhaps it was somewhere around. Stupid Eric, stupid parents, stupid cabin, stupid everything...

She had, of course, no idea that her little brother was behind the hidden door; she didn't even had any idea about any sort of hidden door. And if Eric hadn't jumped out of there any second, it was doubtful that she would ever find out.

Eric began fumbling around in the dark, his hand sliding along the wall, trying to feel alone. The room he was in was small, with pipes sticking out of the wall at odd heights. "Is this hidden room some kind of unfinished bathroom?" he wondered. As his hands continued to roam, he bumped into something that felt like cardboard, causing it to shift from its precarious balance and slide to the floor with an audible thump. *Aw crap*, was all he could think as he was paralyzed with fear.

With a frustrated sigh, Jessi sat back up from the contents of Eric's suitcase. There was no PS3 there, though some of the games he had mentioned. Great, thus back to boredom now, if not... That was when she heard a sort of thumping sound from the closet. Whirling around, more out of shock than anything else, she still saw nothing. However, she could have sworn she had heard something for sure. "Eric? Was that you?"

Of course, it was him, silly question, who else could it be, Santa Claus? Of course not, cause Santa Claus is not real, duh. "Eric, come out. Seriously, this isn't funny." While she said this, she slowly tiptoed over to the closet, trying to see if she could spot anything. Perhaps something had simply slid from somewhere higher or something like this.

As Eric felt around, he began to understand what had happened, there were 2 cardboard boxes stacked one on top of the other. Whatever was in the top box was solid and heavy, while the lower box was filled with something soft; clothes, he guessed. There was no doubt that Jessi had heard that noise; now all that he had left was a shot at hiding the PS3 before finding his hiding spot. Lifting the folds of the lower box, he stuffed the console in and closed it quickly before turning around to face his fate.

Now, where had... Jessi pushed something aside and leaned into the closet, trying to see what there was that had fallen down. That was when she noticed the crack in the wall, where there shouldn't be one. As if... Becoming interested, she climbed into the closet and ran her finger along the line, noticing what it was. "Hah! Got you..."

Then only to find... With a triumphant "HAH!!" she shoved open the hidden door and grinned like some kind of fool at her triumph and discovery. "Got you!"

What her tone lacked by now was the anger and wickedness; at the moment, she sounded more like they had played hide and seek, and she had finally found him after a long time of seeking. Then she stepped into the dark room, only illuminated from the open door, and looked around. "Wow... how have you found this? And what is this anyway?" Her anger seemed forgotten. It seemed it could come back any time, but for the moment, Eric seemed safe.

"I don't know" Eric said, looking around in the gloomy light filtering in through the closet. "That's why I wanted two favors; one was going to be helping me get that door open so we could see what's in here."

The so-called room was actually even smaller than the closet it was attached to. At one point, this had been where the hot water heater had sat, but that had been before the remodeling of the house and the installation of more efficient, in line water heaters. Now it was just an empty space on the floor plan, a forgotten nook with old, capped off pipes sticking out of the walls.

Of course Eric knew none of this; to him, this was a part of some grand adventure, an exploration into the unknown. Looking down, his eyes took in the outline of the two boxes that had been stuffed into the back corner at some point; the one on the bottom had been partially crumpled due to the weight of the heaver box sat on top of it. If this was an adventure, then these boxes may well be the treasure.

"So what do you make of this", he asked Jessi over his shoulder? "Not exactly Fort Knox or Ali Baba's Cave, but still kind of cool, huh?"

It really wasn't actually much; it was small and cramped and filled with dust and spider-webs, but it was a secret room, no doubt. Kind of exciting if you think about it, even though Jessi had lost much of her sense of wonder about such matters. It was still the most exciting thing happening to her for days; that much was sure.

"Kinda neat. You think granpa has hidden dead bodies somewhere in the cabin?" Of course, she did not believe that herself, not in a thousand years, but it was nice to see her brother's face get frozen with fear and shock. That is, as much as she could in the half darkness.

That said, she turned to the "treasure," the two boxes. "Come, let's get them out and see what's inside these..."


An 11 years old boy who is quick and agile. His speed and agility make him a standout on his school's track team, hinting at a lean and athletic build. He has an adventurous spirit, evident in his excitement about the ski cabin and his eagerness to explore the hidden room he discovers. Despite being younger, he shows some maturity by attempting to negotiate with his sister rather than simply giving in to her demands. However, he also exhibits typical sibling rivalry behavior towards Jessi and seems to have developed a sullen attitude around her due to their strained relationship.

It really wasn't actually much; it was small and cramped and filled with dust and spider-webs, but it was a secret room, no doubt. Kind of exciting if you think about it, even though Jessi had lost much of her sense of wonder about such matters. It was still the most exciting thing happening to her for days; that much was sure.

"Kinda neat. You think granpa has hidden dead bodies somewhere in the cabin?" Of course, she did not believe that herself, not in a thousand years, but it was nice to see her brother's face get frozen with fear and shock. That is, as much as she could in the half darkness.

That said, she turned to the "treasure," the two boxes. "Come, let's get them out and see what's inside these..."

Eric bent down to pick up the box that fell, and discovered that it was much heavier than he thought, so instead he simply picked up the much lighter box, stacked it on top of the heavier one, and dragged them along the ground and into the light of the bedroom. "Ta-da," he declared, as he sat on the bed.

Eric opened the lighter box first, taking out the PS3, and setting it aside. At a quick glance, it was full of clothes, specifically girls clothes. "Congratulations Jessi, you've won the chance to be a supermodel," he said in a game show announcer voice, before passing the box over to her. If he'd been paying more attention, or maybe been older, Eric may have recognized that these were more than just girls clothes. The most modest things being some very revealing string and thong bikinis, with the more outrageous pieces looking like they came from a Victoria's Secret catalog. He'd also failed to notice that there was something rattling around in the bottom of the box, mostly because his true focus was the heavier box.

As Eric unfolded the second box, he pulled out an old Polaroid camera and half a dozen index card boxes, followed by three ancient VCR tapes. At last, coming to the bottom of the box, the last thing he saw was... well, his mind could only call it a strange suitcase. It was a black, hard, plastic case with a handle, and two locking clips on top, roughly half the size of his own suit case, with the letters RCA emblazoned on the side in silver. As he sat the case on the bed, Eric popped the latches revealing what looked like a huge video camera, similar to those used by TV reporters. "Now this is awesome," he declared.


A man of kingly stature, exuding an aura of dominance and power. His physical strength is evident in his forceful thrusts and control during their intimate moments. He possesses the ability to balance pleasure with respect, ensuring that he doesn't harm Alise despite the intensity of their encounter. This shows his considerate nature and awareness of others' comfort levels. Despite being a king, he isn't immune to feelings of guilt and shame, suggesting that he has a reflective and conscientious personality. His willingness to explore unexpected pleasures displays an adventurous side, while his satisfaction at potentially fathering a child indicates a desire for legacy and continuity.

Torn Tomas was, but the lust of the situation was proving to be overwhelming to any reluctance he was having. The feel of her moaning through his grip on her throat, calculated in just the right way to bring her maximum pleasure from her submission drove him to fuck her in just the way that they both needed, his hips grinding against hers at the apex of every thrust.

The way she responded to his teasing, taunting words only served as further fuel to the fire as he lowered himself more against her and did something he had promised himself he wouldn't do; he kissed her hard and passionately. His hand left her throat and slid down to one of her heavy, bouncing breasts and squeezed it almost roughly as he began to slam his hips into her with more and more urgency, feeling the need to climax rising within him.

Breaking the kiss, his lips still brushing against hers though as he spoke, he demanded of her, "Cum for me, cum for your king and milk him of his seed, take it all like the good little breeding slut you are for him."

The enjoyment was beyond anything Alise had experienced recently... or ever... so her body showed that passion to him. Although he was a king, her reaction was purely person to person. The age-old sexual dance that inspired humanity for millennia. She didn't want him because he had a crown, she wanted him because his cock was bringing her to heights she didn't know were possible. He clearly was gripping her throat in a way to leave her light-headed, but not harm her... and she appreciated that. His hips ground against her clit, and she knew she was getting closer and closer.

That's when he kissed her. Although she had kissed William many times, with Tomas it was different. It was desperate and needy, with their tongues and lips dueling for dominance. The hand on her throat left to grip her heavy breast, and she groaned against his lips. As he sped up, her moans grew louder, and although she should be embarrassed, she couldn't bring herself to be.

His words made her gasp, and she knew that another climax was close. Shuddering, she wrapped her legs tightly around him and kissed him hard as she grunted in delight. "Yes... harder... I... I am..." She couldn't finish her words, though, as suddenly stars burst behind her eyelids and her whole body bowed off the bed. "YES!" Crying out in ecstasy, her pussy did indeed try to milk him, squeezing his cock hard and soaking the bed beneath them. Shaking and tossing her head, her toes curled and she moved her face to his neck so she could bury her face there and stifle the sobs of pleasure. Her whole body erupted and it seemed like ages before she finally floated back down to earth in a quivering mess beneath him.

Tomas continued to grind his cock into his young peasant lover, concubine and his hips ground against her clit with every deep, powerful thrust into her. He hadn't gone into this seeking out his own pleasure, but now he found himself in one of the best, most passionate encounters of his life. A faint stab of guilt and shame wasn't even enough to diminish the pleasure that her nubile, eager body was bringing him, that her words as she began to cry out brought him.

He continued to drive his cock in and out of her with urgency as she cried out in ecstasy and her pussy flooded his cock with her juices. He could feel the way her cunt gripped his regal length and demanded it give up it's hot prize and he leaned down to bite her shoulder against the pleasure he was feeling. Grinding and fucking her hard and fast through her climax, her gripping sex soon drove him over the edge and it was only his mouth being latched onto her shoulder that muffled his climax.

His hips bucked against hers in a staccato dance as he filled her to overflowing with his hot sticky seed, breeding her deeply and thoroughly. Immense satisfaction washed over him as he seeded her with his cum, confident that this time it would work, that he would not only would he get Alise pregnant, fill her belly with his child, but that it would come to term healthy and strong, for how could there not be a successful pregnancy from so thorough and pleasurable a breeding?

If Alise felt guilty, she pushed it to the back of her mind. It had been so many months since she'd even thought of herself, so this was for her. She might be serving the king, but she was getting just as much out of this right now. He rode out her orgasm and stretched it past the usual length. In fact, as soon as he bit her shoulder and began to come, she felt the aftershocks carry her climax throughout his.

Balling her fists, she looked like a woman possessed as wave after wave of bliss washed over her prone body. She savored the feel of his warm seed filling her, and she realized that she was actually excited about the possibilities. When this began, she hadn't even considered the fact that she would have another child, but now... now it filled her with hope and excitement. Looking up at Tomas' face, she realized he was feeling the same thing, and once he had emptied himself, she leaned up to give him a long and soft kiss.

Exhaling as she went limp beneath him, she gave a short and disbelieving chuckle as she smiled. The day had NOT gone like she thought it would, but at the moment, her body was so content she could not complain at all. "Well... that was certainly... something." Looking like a contented cat, she caught her breath and relaxed in the sweet afterglow of their passion.

When at last he was done pumping his thick, creamy seed deep inside of Alise, King Tomas stilled atop her and panted, catching for breath. Unwilling to remove his length, he left himself buried within her and held her to him. His hand slowly caressed along her generous curves, feeling her with a sense of wonderment and a peace he hadn't felt in a while. Contentment ruled the king at the moment and he basked in the afterglow of their coupling.

Her words about it being something had him letting out a deep chuckle and he lifted his caressing hand to her cheek and held it there. "It was... and not something even I had expected, but something I do appreciate." He leaned in and brushed a light kiss against her lips. No longer in the throws of passion, it was a tentative, exploratory kiss, something produced out of the vulnerability of the moment.

His hips subtly shifted as he laid atop her, stirring up his cock within her pussy, causing a small groan of anguished pleasure to release from within him, but still he didn't withdraw and even gave a few more small thrusts, enjoying the feeling of being within her.


A voluptuous woman, possessing generous curves that make her irresistibly enticing. Her body language reveals an innate sensuality and she's not afraid to express her desires. Despite her status as a peasant, she carries herself with dignity and self-assuredness. She's emotionally resilient, able to push guilt and shame aside for the sake of pleasure. Even in submission, she maintains a sense of control over her situation, indicating a strong-willed personality. Furthermore, Alise's ability to adjust quickly to unexpected situations speaks volumes about her adaptability and open-mindedness. She has a deceased husband called William.

When at last he was done pumping his thick, creamy seed deep inside of Alise, King Tomas stilled atop her and panted, catching for breath. Unwilling to remove his length, he left himself buried within her and held her to him. His hand slowly caressed along her generous curves, feeling her with a sense of wonderment and a peace he hadn't felt in a while. Contentment ruled the king at the moment and he basked in the afterglow of their coupling.

Her words about it being something had him letting out a deep chuckle and he lifted his caressing hand to her cheek and held it there. "It was... and not something even I had expected, but something I do appreciate." He leaned in and brushed a light kiss against her lips. No longer in the throws of passion, it was a tentative, exploratory kiss, something produced out of the vulnerability of the moment.

His hips subtly shifted as he laid atop her, stirring up his cock within her pussy, causing a small groan of anguished pleasure to release from within him, but still he didn't withdraw and even gave a few more small thrusts, enjoying the feeling of being within her.

Alise was panting as he stilled above her. Smiling up at him, their flushed and sweat-sheened bodies were still entangled deliciously. His hand explored her naked skin, and she hummed softly in appreciation at the attention. She was also basking in the afterglow, and currently... he wasn't a king to her. Instead, he was simply a man who had made incredible love to her.

Tilting her head, she rested her cheek against his palm as her eyes met his. "It was... and not something even I had expected, but something I do appreciate." The kiss that followed was not the hungry and desperate kisses that they had recently shared, but instead a soft and sweet one. Closing her eyes, she returned it with equal gentleness and just slowly explored his mouth with her own.

When he shifted, she groaned and chewed her bottom lip. "Mmm. Today has certainly gone differently than I assumed, although I'm not complaining." Removing her legs from around his waist, she slowly pulled herself up to slide off of his cock and felt the overflow of his cum drip slowly out. The feeling made the moment even better, and she stretched a bit beneath him before moving to the side and fitting herself against his body. Slowly stroking his arm as they laid there, she spoke after a few moments, "I think this arrangement may be much more enjoyable than I expected." With that, she kissed him again... slowly tangling her tongue with his and savoring his taste.


Chris is a married man who enjoys filming himself having sex with his wife and uploading it onto an OnlyFans page for financial gain. He has some performance issues and has resorted to taking pills to improve blood flow to his penis. He is also concerned about pleasing his wife sexually and making sure that their videos are appealing to viewers. He's not satisfied with his day job and needs the extra income from the OnlyFans page to make ends meet.

"Yea, give me another 5 min or so to get ready" Chris said bashfully, swallowing the rest of his drink. He snuck back in the bathroom to take another one of those magic pills. They definitely seemed to help the blood flow to his manhood, but there certainly wasn't any magic powers for lasting longer, like the packaging claimed. Within a few minutes, the pill started to kick in, and the bulge in his boxers stiffened some at the thought of fucking his wife and recording it. He grabbed the camera and told Mimi to do a sexy strip tease, making sure to bend over for the camera so he could capture that amazing view of her perky ass and pretty pussy lips peeking through her thighs when she was bent over. "That's it baby... seductive and playful!!" he praised and coached her, capturing it while his free hand slid his boxers down, freeing his now harder dick. he moved in position behind her, taking his dick and the tip and playfully rubbing it up and down her ass crack and slit before slowly sliding it in. He placed the camera on the bed face up to capture penetrating her. The view on the camera screen was amazing!! "Ohh fuck you are wet!! Damn baby!"

He passed the camera to her. "Make sure to get good shots of you and your facial expressions, and those tits bouncing and hanging! Guys love that!" he smiled, gripping both hips firmly and beginning to fuck his wife doggy-style, slow and steady at first, making sure to last longer than the first round. Her moans sounded authentic, though he couldn't help but wonder if she was exaggerating a bit to make the video that much hotter! A few minutes of the moans, gasps and feeling his wife's pussy get even wetter was all it took before Chris was ready to explode once again.

As a man, Mimi trusted her husband's judgment on what men liked in pornography. She started doing things that she did before the spark died, backing her hips up against each thrust. It was always easier for her to get off before Chris did if she put in some effort. And it didn't make her feel bad at all, that her husband was a really quick cummer. For better or for worse, and Mimi loved Chris through everything.

Her tight little cunt was soaking wet, damn near dripping all over his cock as he thrust into her, slamming their hips together with their mutual movements. Mimi moaned loudly, sweetly, but with an underlying tone of 'I really like having sex.' Because of course she liked having sex! That was why she was doing this, partially. A hot sex-loving wife who needed money.

Following Chris's orders, she released the straps and let her breasts swing free, her perky and well-cared-for breasts bouncing back and forth as she gasped and moaned, bit at her lip, and made sure she got a damn good angle of herself enjoying her husband's cock.

"Oh my God, baby... right there, right there, you're gonna make me fucking cum... I'm gonna fucking cum..." Mimi announced, setting the camera down on the pillows as she dipped her hand down between her legs, rubbing furiously at her clit. Her little cunt started to tense up around his cock, the added friction on her clit making her cum, hard, pussy tensing around his cock as she tilted her head back and started squealing out, toes curling, ass backing up on his cock harder.

It was what every man loved hearing, the woman Chris was fucking was going to cum. He felt his own orgasm about to peak again for the second time tonight. His palms gripped tightly onto her hips as she pushed back into his dick, and held her firm with all his might. A few more powerful thrusts and his cock exploded, though it wasn't nearly as much cum the second time around. His cock slowly withdrew from his wife's wet, juice covered slit as their sex juice mixture leaked down her ass and thigh.

"Holy shit Hun, that was Hot! Did you get all of that on film?" He panted trying to catch his breath and feeling a bit lightheaded from the powerful orgasm and blood rush. Holding his sloppy, semi-limp dick in one hand he scurried to the bathroom to start the shower, cleaning himself with a wet wash cloth first, and bringing Mimi a wet cloth as well.

He helped clean his wife, and couldn't help but wonder what this newest video would do viewership wise on the new page they created. "You can finish up loading the video Hun, I'll shower and change the sheets, and then we can get some sleep." He kissed her forehead as she was already playing the video back on the camera, smiling and apparently enjoying replaying the action.

Heading to the shower to clean up, Chris had no idea how much attention the newly created page, by a wife and mother of 2, would create so much buzz in the internet world

Mimi took the time of her husband being in the shower to edit the video a little more. Cutting out a few parts and adding transitions, making sure it looked good and even added a close-up of the creampie between her legs. Afterwards, she cleaned herself up, laying down and taking the lingerie the rest of the way off. It was almost a shame she had to clean up so fast, truth be told she felt like she could go, again and again, the rush of being on camera taking over her libido.

Once she set the video to upload, she moved the laptop back to her nightstand and crawled under the blankets. Perhaps she'd do another video with Chris asleep, where she silently masturbating in bed next to him... "I'm crashing, love, enjoy your shower!" Mimi called out, a yawn leaving her lips but she knew she wouldn't sleep very well.

And little did she know, she already had a few fans, three people already buying the blowjob video... but she had no idea, not checking her page as she rolled over and closed her eyes, pretending to be falling asleep.

The rest of the weekend was fairly normal, a couple remarks from Chris to Mimi about Friday nights event and how the OnlyFans page was going. A couple new fans each day, some purchasing videos, some of the pictures they took, some with $5 tips here and there. It wasn't life changing, but it was extra gas money for the week, help pay the grocery bills, and every bit helped.

Chris was swapped with work for a while, which consisted of early mornings to the office and getting home after dinner was ready. He hated his job but he needed to put in the extra hours just to make next months mortgage payment. The furthest thing from his mind was Mimi's OnlyFans page, or the number of views or subscribers she had. It was keeping her busier these days, which he knew she needed, as she was often struck with boredom.


A woman with an attractive physique, as suggested by her husband's admiration of her body. She has perky breasts and a well-cared-for figure that she isn't shy to show off on camera. Her personality is multi-faceted; she's adventurous and open-minded, willing to explore new things in their intimate life. She's also responsible and caring, shown by her dedication to help the family financially through the OnlyFans venture. Despite being sexually expressive, she values privacy as indicated by hiding her face behind a mask during live streams. Mimi is hardworking and determined, managing the majority of their online content creation while also taking care of household responsibilities.

The rest of the weekend was fairly normal, a couple remarks from Chris to Mimi about Friday nights event and how the OnlyFans page was going. A couple new fans each day, some purchasing videos, some of the pictures they took, some with $5 tips here and there. It wasn't life changing, but it was extra gas money for the week, help pay the grocery bills, and every bit helped.

Chris was swapped with work for a while, which consisted of early mornings to the office and getting home after dinner was ready. He hated his job but he needed to put in the extra hours just to make next months mortgage payment. The furthest thing from his mind was Mimi's OnlyFans page, or the number of views or subscribers she had. It was keeping her busier these days, which he knew she needed, as she was often struck with boredom.

A few weeks passed, and Mimi ended up having a lot of fun making videos for her OnlyFans page. There were a lot of solo videos, a lot of videos of her in the shower since the first one seemed to go really well. If a video was over 10 minutes, she sold it for $10. If it were under 10 minutes, it went for $5. Mimi tried to keep her prices fair, trying to keep herself 'cheap', because she knew there were younger, sweeter ladies out there with better videos. How could she ever compete?

And she never touched a dime of her own money unless it was for groceries. A lot of the time she transferred the money to Chris for gas, taking the edge off of his commute. That was what she wanted anyway. The days of disposable income were long gone and she was making due with having practically nothing for herself. This was all for her family. Always would be.

This particular Friday, Mimi had sent the children to Chris' mother's house again. She wanted to do something really special, a live stream where she got to know some of her more loyal fans. This time, she wore a basic sports bra and light makeup, face still hidden behind of her mask. She wanted this to me a more 'natural' stream.

As she loaded up her 'HollieUnfiltered' Instagram, she sighed a little bit, pressing the live button and... waited for people to join as she sat on the couch with her phone on its tripod in front of her.


An aquatic monster with a humanoid upper body and tentacles in place of legs. Her hair is purple. She's curious and eager to learn about the human world, asking many questions and showing enthusiasm towards new experiences like shopping or watching a movie. Despite being in an unfamiliar environment, she maintains a positive attitude and expresses gratitude for Alex's help. She shows signs of shyness when expressing her feelings towards Alex, hinting at a developing attraction. There's also a sense of innocence about her, as seen in her reactions to human customs such as kissing or using utensils

Serana waited shortly as Alex went to put on his shoes, something she also had never seen before. Humans has such intriguing things, she thought to herself. When he came back she followed him outside smiling. "Indeed. A lovely day. No rain, no clouds. The sun is very pretty and warm. I never had anything like this back home." She commented as they walked towards the store. "What do you enjoy doing whenever you have free time?" She asked wanting to start a conversation.

"What I do for fun? Well." Alex paused, thinking for a moment. "I like to keep myself in shape. Past that I also like reading, music, and playing games. Nothing too out of the ordinary for a human. But I imagine those are all at least sorta different for you, right?" He did wonder, she'd probably never seen a book before... "I can show you a bit about that stuff when we get home. But yes! It's a very nice day with really good company. I'm glad we got paired up." Speaking with a smile, Alex gave a quiet nod as they arrived at the store. While monsters weren't unheard of in the city, Serana still got a few stares as they entered it.

"Games?" Serana asked curiously. "What are games? And what do you read? Stone parchments? We have those back home. Not too many though." She was curious about every word that Alex spoke, so many new things for her to try and learn. She blushed a bit and smiled when he said he was glad that they got paired up. "Me too. You are very nice Alex." She admitted a bit shyly.

Finally they arrived at the store. A few people were glancing surprised at Serana but she was so distracted by the place that she didn't even notice. "Wow..." she sighed amazed at what she was seeing. "This is all so different. What do we do now?"

It made sense they'd use stone or something like it for writing. "We use something called paper for books, its made from trees. The store here has a small books section so I'll show you when we get there, okay?" He spoke, looking back at her. "Games are things you do for fun. Um, there are board games, video games, sports and stuff... Lots of things. I'm sure you had stuff like sports back home." Once they were in the store he started to idly shop around, humming as he picked out basics for them. Milk, some breakfast goods, eggs, beef for future dinners, and a number of other things. Once they arrived at the seafood section, he moved for the fresh seafood. "Here, see anything you like?"

Paper. Books. Trees. All things she may have heard once before but that she had no idea what they were. That only made her even more eager to learn about them. "I'm not sure about sports. But we did do somethings for fun once in a while." She commented as they walked through the ailes.

She payed attention at the items Alex was choosing and wondering what they all were. Then they arrived at the seafood section. "Shrimps!" She exclaimed then blushed slightly. "Sorry. I really love shrimps. It's honestly the only thing I want from here."

"Shrimp? Okay! I think I can work out a few shrimp dishes for a couple of days." Alex didn't have shrimp often so the thought of cooking with it excited him. And while he wasn't sure how she normally had it, he was sure he could add a number of different dishes with it to her palette. Ordering enough shrimp for the next two or three days, it was nicely bagged for freshness and added to the cart. Other things he got were the usual staples. Bread and milk, eggs and some cheese, various spices he was running low on, and groceries in general for the future. Eventually they did arrive at the smell books section in the store, and Alex gave a small nod. "Here! See? These are books, a bit different from stone tablets, but I'm sure you can see some of the similarities when you open one up."

Serana kept following Alex as they put the rest of the groceries they needed in the cart. She kept paying attention to everything, curious. Finally they arrived at the book section and she looked at them amazed. "So... you read these?" She grabbed one at random with her hands and felt the cover. Her fingers passed by it's side, feeling the pages and then she opened it, holding one of the pages with her fingers. "This is so thin... how do you put the words in it? And there's so many!" She exclaimed, passing by the pages, not even knowing what they were called.

"We read them, yeah. machines do most of the work in making them." Alex said with a smile, watching her as she flipped through the pages. "Well, I should probably read a bit more than I do but hey, not enough time in the world for everything sometimes." He said with a quiet laugh. "But I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself. I know it must be really different from where you're from but I'm here to help you get use to it."

And there it was. Another word Serana never heard before. What are machines? Something that involved making books she imagined by the way he explained to her. "I know. And I really do appreciate it very much Alex. Thank you. If there is anything, anything that I can ever do to repay such kindness, please, don't hesitate in asking me." She held his hands in hers and smiled at him. An honest and happy smile. She was enjoying this human, he was kind to her and she already felt attached to him in a way she couldn't yet explain.

As she held his hands in hers, Alex gave a small smile. "Ah... Don't mention it, really. I'm your host." he said after a moment of gaining his bearings. "I'd be a pretty bad one if I didn't make sure you knew what to expect out here." He then added with a soft smile. "C'mon. Let's go pay and head back home. I think we can have a nice, quiet night tonight. What do you think?"

Serana smiled back at the human boy and nodded. "Yes, let's." She agreed, even though she didn't know what 'pay' meant. She simply followed him and watched as he gave the woman at the register some kind of paper she's never seen before. After he suggested they spend the night together she smiled once again. "That sounds lovely. What would you like to spend the night doing Alex?" She asked curious once more.

As Alex paid for the groceries and made sure everything was bagged and carried, Alex began to head out with Serana, keeping close to the Scyllan woman. "That's a good question really, I uh... I didn't really have anything planned." he said after a moment, trying to think of what to do. "We'll cook dinner and maybe we can watch a movie afterwards? I'm sure you'll like them if you don't know what a movie is. I think it's best we surprise you with that." It was a little heavy to describe what a movie was, so perhaps seeing one would be for the best for the Kraken!

"Dinner sounds wonderful." She agreed. "I'm eager to try your human cooking" she smiled and walked besides him, back to the house. "But... yes, I don't know what a movie is" she admitted with a giggle. "Let's watch one then. I do like surprises." She told him as they approached the house.

"Great." He spoke, sounding rather happy with himself. "You'll find out soon, consider if a surprise." As he paid for the groceries and began on the way home he carried the lions share of them, soon heading back to their house as he went for the kitchen and began to put things away. "Hrm... would you prefer something funny, something that'd make your heart race, or something a bit more soft and light?" He wasn't sure how to describe movies to her, but a choice between comedy, action, or romance sounded like good options.

They arrived back home and Serana was eager to know what they were going to do. She had no clue what a movie was but she really wanted to know. As Alex put the groceries away, he asked what she prefered and she again had no idea. "Funny, heart racing or soft and light?" She repeated and touched her chin with her finger, thinking. "I guess... soft and light?" She decided, no idea as to what she was picking.

"We'll go with a romance. Hopefully it'll make you swoon!" Alex picked one of the many comedy movies he had available—a more fantasy based one, something that would be a classic by any metric. Moving to sit close to the Scylla woman, he briefly looked her over, still trying to get a proper feel for the woman now that they were alone once more.

The purple haired woman sat on the couch as Alex chose a movie for them to watch. She observed him with a simple smile on her face, realizing she's been admiring him for a while now. She didn't have anyone else to compare, him being the first male human she's ever met. But she found him to be quite handsome and blushed slightly at the thought.

Alex sat besides her, the couch had space for two normal people, but because of her tentacles, they had to sit close to each other. They arms touched and one of her tentacles pressed against his leg. They didn't feel much different to a human leg actually, most people think they would feel like an octopus tentacle or something. Pressed against Alex's leg, it felt just like a regular girl's leg, just slightly more squishier

Alex was curious to know what was going on in her head, as he found her rather pretty and very charming. But he knew it would be rude to try and pry into her too heavily and a lot of the fun was hearing and seeing her open up about herself rather than him asking everything about her. As he put on the romance movie he picked something with a slightly more classic, even fantasy affair to it. Something fairly simple to watch, but still endearing.

That didn't quite prepare him for the soft feeling of her tentacle against his leg, causing him to pause for just a moment. She was... soft, and that certainly made him even more interested in her. He was curious to know how she 'felt' on her tentacles, but he was able to get a good idea now, and a light redness crept around his cheeks once he realized. "All we have to do is sit back and enjoy the film!"

Serana watched in amazement as the television came to life. She felt Alex's leg pressed against her tentacle which made her shiver slightly. Her tentacles were rather sensitive to the touch, and his pants felt strange against her since she never felt that material before. She blushed as she caught herself imagining how it felt to touch against her skin, but she didn't say anything.

The movie started and she did as Alex instructed. Just laid back with him and watched what appeared on the screen. The movie itself wasn't really that amazing by a normal human's standard. But for Serana, it was amazing. She didn't understand how a television worked or how the people inside it moved and talked, but her eyes were wide as she watched every seconds.

About halfway into the movie, a scene started with the main character and the princess he saved, together and alone in an old Inn room. The air had a very romantic feel to it. Then the characters held each other in their arms and kissed, slowly and passionately. Serana watched in silence and intrigued as she never kissed before. Without paying attention her hand moved up and gently touched her lips as she imagined what it might feel like.

Alex was warm, radiating a bit of that warmth against her as he subconsciously leaned back closer to Serana, not quite touching her but the two could have looked like a couple just about. The couch wasn't meant for more than two, maybe three people tops, so it would be hard for them to have much in the way of personal space.

Alex had seen this movie almost a dozen times over but it never got gold, he was aware of most of the story beats, but being a romantic at heart it was hard for him to not enjoy it. Maybe a little kitschy at times, but it was also new to Serana, so he was just glad to show her something different than what her aquatic home likely had. Noticing the way she pressed her fingers against her lips, Alex looked back to her a but subtly, curious. He wasn't really the bold type to just embrace someone fully out of the blue but he did lean in a little more against her, to the point where his shoulder softly grazed against hers. The movie was almost at the climax, a hint of action with the male lead fighting against a beast that sought to take the princess for itself, but after that, it would be a quick ending.

Soon, the movie was over. The hero defeated the beast, and the princess was saved by him. The film ended with them sharing a kiss in bed, just before what would probably have been a lovely night of love making, but the movie of course didn't show that. Instead, the credits started coming down right after the final kiss.

"Wow... that was... I've never seen anything like that before." Serana was almost tearing up but no drops came down from her eyes, instead she just stared at the screen with the credits coming down. Her hand was still touching her lips, even more curious than she was before. "Thank you for showing me such a pretty thing Alex. I really liked it." She said, smiling at the human right next to her.

Alex seemed fairly happy when she seemed to enjoy it, and even if the movie wasn't anything spectacular her reaction was worth the wait alone. "I'm glad you liked it. I have a lot more movies like that so we can watch some more whenever you're ready." he said, his lips curling into a small but earnest smile. "Is there anything you'd like to do next? If not, I suppose we can always start on dinner and get that sorted!"

"Dinner sounds great." Serana nodded agreeing and stood up. Raising one of her tentacles to help Alex up as well. After he turned the TV off, she followed him towards the kitchen where they left the groceries. Her stomach rumbled slightly and she blushed a bit. "I am getting a bit hungry." She chuckled

"Great! Well, I figure if we're living together we might have to trade off on who does what chores eventually, but..." he spoke, shaking his head as he rose. "Tonight why don't you take it easy and I make us something to eat?" It wouldn't take him very long, and already he was pretty excited on as far as what he could cook her goes. "It won't take me that long, promise!"

Serana didn't want to admit it, and luckily Alex offered to cook for her, but she was never the best at making food. Not to mention she had never seen any of the things Alex had in his kitchen. Stove, microwave, fridge. So happily she nodded agreeing and followed him to the kitchen "That sounds lovely. You must be a great cook" She watched as he got ready.

Alex'd admit some curiosity as to how Serana and others of her kind ate their food—did they do it raw or did they have some way of cooking it? He wouldn't ask bluntly though, and instead sought to use some of the food they picked up so she could taste something different. Steaks. He had paid a bit extra for good meat and sought to cook it to just the right rarity levels where it would be hot but still tender, seasoned a little with salt, pepper, and a hint of garlic. Likewise he served a small salad for each of them, something simple and a bit more zesty rather than sweet. He felt it would be good to show her a different sort of palette and he figured she wasn't just a vegetarian.

It took around an hour or so of prep and cooking, but by the time the hour was over, he had everything sorted and dished out on plates. "Okay!" he said, his tone a little eager since he had worked hard on it, and wanted to see how she'd take to it. Setting up the table quickly, he had their meals on opposite sides of the table. "Let's sit down and eat!"

Serana leaned on the kitchen counter and watched happily as Alex got to work on their food. She tried paying attention to what he was doing but all of it was so new and strange to her that she was mesmerized the whole time and barely paid any attention.

He watched as he used a knife to cut things, the oven to heat things. About an hour later the food was done and Alex smiled at her. He set the table for them, two plates with their food, cups for drinks and knifes and forks. Gleefully accepting his invitation to sit down, she approached the table and sat as best as she could. Luckily, her rear tentacles were more flexible than her front and side ones, so she was able to move them in a way she could sit her butt on the chair without sitting on the tentacles themselves. Though her front ones easily rubbed softly against Alex's legs.

Looking at her plate, water started coming to her mouth as the smell was delicious. She wanted to grab the meat with her hands and eat but she knew humans had a different way of eating. So she waited to see how Alex did it so she could copy him.