Princess Elena, also known as Rosalin, is not your typical royal, she carries a hardened look of determination and revenge rather than an air of elegance. Disguised as a commoner, she wears practical clothing and armor for her journey, indicating her pragmatic nature. She's skilled in combat and alchemy but lacks magical abilities. Her personality is complex; she's driven by vengeance yet maintains a sense of responsibility towards her kingdom. Despite her tough exterior, there's an undercurrent of vulnerability beneath her cold demeanor.

Princess Elena... soon to be Queen Elena of the Kingdom of Ascarlon. Though none of her wanted the royalty. Thankfully she wasn't fit to rule. Her motive of revenge had left her numb to the idea of running the Kingdom. Now she waited for her Brother to walk her up the aisle. To announce a King she had to marry. To marry she had to find royal blood. Too much time had passed since her father's passing and she was aching to start tracking the killer. Though the trail would be cold she had to find something.

Fixing the white wedding dress around her shoulders she heard the music. Her cue to start her walk down the aisle. She was not here for love. She desired none of it. She had one purpose, to kill the assassin who had robbed her father from her. These thoughts swarming her mind as she elegantly crossed the carpet and through the aisle. The scruffy looking Lord stood awaiting the ceremony. They held this for tradition but they all knew the reasons behind their union. That was why the ceremony lasted but five minutes. No vows, and no kiss. Instead she immediately turned and walked away. Nobody blamed her. They had seen what she had become.

The young lady made her way to her room to change. A rough pair of used villagers closed she had washed twice for good measure. They would do for her journey. She would cross taverns and the local guilds. Most wouldn't talk without a pretty penny so that was the reason she hefted a large coin purse alongside her other things. Two daggers, a long bow and quiver with arrows. Mostly prepared.

With all her things now together she began her trek to the nearest village. Taking a horse from the stables as she rode South...

Darius was back from a job he never wanted to take and was in a foul mood. The guild leader made him take out a hit on a well liked a and good business owner who helped others. Sure he was an assassin but he killed because he was good at it. He didn't derive pleasure from it but he did his best to make life better for the whole of the kingdom. He had enough of the contracts for money alone and decided it was time for a change of leadership in the guild.

He had already snuck his way through the guild using his magic of the shadows to conceal his presence. He slowly hugged the walls and made his way to the leaders office. Darius was the only one skilled enough to pull this off and had realized the leader had been off his game as of late. He inched his way into the office and saw his target laying down in restful sleep.

Darius gave no time for reaction or protest as he shoved his rapier coated in poison into the leaders throat. Kneeling down beside him he whispered. "I'm sorry Korvis but your time is over and you knew it. You purposely pushed me didn't you, because you knew you had made mistakes as of the late. Rest well and we will pray to the mistress for you to be her eternal messenger." He pulled out the rapier and walked out to tell the guild the news.

Elena had traveled from the castle walls many times before. Many times it was for opportunities to learn how to rule which she neglected easily enough. Trips that sent her on her search for a suitable groom for her kingdom. Though she wanted revenge she would not give her kingdom for it. The man she had bestowed the right to had been quite noble. He had assured her of his standing and had proven trustworthy. She held no worry as she pushed on.

Her first stop was the village of Ergon. It was only a couple miles south of the castle and held many guilds for her to start snooping. She would have to be smart but that was something she wasn't all too worried about. Her business was hers and hers alone. She would gladly fight for her privacy. After the guard and nobles had come to terms with her goals she had started training with the Knights. Learning combat and using her size to an advantage. She hadn't had a chance to try her metal in actual combat yet.

It had grown close to supper time when she finally reached the village. Her first stop was to the local inn to stable her horse and to rent a room to stay in for the night. Having not been hungry, Elena didn't stay for supper at the inn. Instead she began her search in earnest. Though some of the more honorable guilds worked during the day and were closed by such a time, the less than honorable were still open. Her first and most likely lead was the Assassin guild she had picked up gossip on.

She left her bow and arrows in her room and hid one of her daggers in her boat before hanging another at her side. If they had her remove her weapons for any reason she wouldn't be defenseless. Then she made her way. The female opening the doors to the Guild Hall in earnest. She couldn't openly ask anyone. She could get back stabbed. Instead she decided to request for the Guild Master. An audience would give her a chance to clear up any chances her fathers killer had been a guild assassin.

As Darius walked out from the guild leaders chambers he yelled out to the members. "All of you gather, I have some news." He stood in front of the doorway and waited for the members that were currently there to gather round him. His rapier was still drawn and covered in blood. His face was serious and a little sad, no one knew that the leader practically raised him since he was eight years old.

Darius sighed and didn't see a woman walk in to the guild hall as he started to speak again. "Everyone Korvis is dead by my hand and by written code of out guild and of our mistress I take up his mantle as the guild leader. If anyone objects you my claim the right to fight me in honorable combat if you are proven and baptized in the name of out mistress." None of the senior members dared to step forward knowing his abilities and gift for fighting.

He nodded his head after five minutes of waiting for anyone to appose him. "Then with no objections I will be giving out assignments to those of you have none. All current assignments are still in contract and we wont break out contracts. We are assassins not barbarians." The room erupted with laughter at the joke. "Back to work and the ceremony will be held tonight in the sanctuary that is all." He waived them off and turned to see the woman. "Ah a new face what can I do you for?"

As Elena entered it seemed some event had taken place. The female remaining silent as she just watched. Intrigued for a moment before the gentleman who was speaking turned to her. From his speech he had proclaimed himself the leader of this guild. A smile coming to her face politely. She would lie about her identity. If she didn't it wouldn't be safe. "So you are the guild leader? It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Rosalin Fys. I'm still quite new in town. I was looking to see what type of work this guild offers. How dangerous the contracts can be." She spoke.

The way he answered her question would tell her if this guild was capable of housing such a member. If So then she would have to find out who. Hopefully it hadn't been the fool this man had murdered. She wanted to make him suffer what taking her father from her. She had only caught a mere glimpse but she couldn't recognize a face. It had happened quickly though she fought hard to remember it all clearly.

Darius looked her up and down as she asked some questions and gave her name. He was wary of her, she seemed to be hiding something but then again who wasn't. "Yes I am the guild leader as of oh five or so minutes ago, and the pleasure is all mine. We are assassins my dear, we kill people for money or for the good of the kingdom. We get some high profile cases but nothing to big in a few years. As for how dangerous well you could be dead in five seconds if you were one of our contracts." He smiled with a chuckle.

"Please ignore my bad joke but its true we are the only certified assassins guild in the kingdom and we worship the night mistress who is also known as the goddess of death Meareth." He pointed to a table and looked her in the eye. "If your looking for work have a seat and I'll ask the questions next. If your here to place a hit I'll take your request. If it is neither of those then you best be off." He waited for her response with a raise brow and a coy smile.

Elena was sure as the male spoke that, this was her place. Her gut was pulling her towards it. High profile would be high risk. Like a king. Like her father. He had spoken as if it had been a few years and that matched up with her hunch. This was where she needed to look. However it was clear that she needed trust if she was to find any answers. Her face wasn't well known like most princesses were. It made things easier. Her only option was to join the guild and wait for her moment.

The girl taking a moment to think to herself before moving to the table to sit. Her answer evident as she waited patiently for his questions. It was an inconvenience but they were certified. She was no longer royalty and her life was her own. This was a step she had to take to get to the killer.

Darius nodded at her as she moved to sit at the table. Before he turned to sit down he wiped a tear he had been holding back from killing the man he regarded as his father. A second later he turned with a smile on his face and walked right up. He sat down and held up a hand for the server of the hall to come to the table. "Drinks please, I'll be having the crown jewel since it's a special occasion, and whatever she wants is on me for the first drink."

He smiled and leaned back a curious look on his face. "So Rosalin, what brings you into this line of work? What are your talents? Why should I bring you into my guild? And lastly what have you brought as a gift to me and what is your gift to the mistress? Also I should mention if you join the guild you will then be a worshiper and servant to the goddess of death." He grabbed his drink as the server placed it on the table. "Thanks Jane." He waited for the new girl to answer his questions.

Elena watched as he waved a servant girl and spoke. His words to their servant implying her first drink would be free. A generous offer to a stranger. "Surprise me..." Elena spoke to the servant girl before she turned to do her task. Elena's eyes connecting with Darius's as he spoke. His questions quick and easy. Though as he mentioned gifts her only idea was the large pouch of gold in her room. Though she was sure she had some ability worthy to join the guild.

"I come after a loss of a loved one. I had nothing so I am in search of a new purpose. My talents vary. Assassins by definition work a very dangerous trade. Often dealing in the use of shadows, magic, alchemy and blades. I must say that I possess no ability or aptitude for magic. Though if you want a deadly poison or a charm to pacify even the most enraged brute then I'm quite good at that. I have trained with blades for almost four years now. As for why you should bring me into your fold, I might be used as an asset. I don't see many females amongst your group? A female that knows how to fight can be a great tool. Some Charms can't be bottled. I believe last you ask about a gift? Unfortunately the only thing I can come to offer is a large sum of gold. I don't have much more than that other than my services and loyalty." The words mixed with truth and lies inbetween.

She started to give her explanations and answers and some were decent some were half truths and others were not going to work. Darius would have to she what she could do and she needed a gift for the mistress. "Well I can understand not having anything or anywhere to go to." He knew she was lying about that. "As for your four years of training none of that matters here except that it might keep you alive." That he believed but was only a decent answer.

"Your knowledge in poison and alchemy I share and would be useful in this line of work." That one he liked very much. "Your gift for me we can figure out as for your gift to the mistress you will be given a contract to complete and if you succeed you will not be payed but allowed into the guild if you fail we will not see you again." He finished his drink and leaned in. "So care to try out for the guild?"

Elena listened as he spoke. It was clear not all her words had granted her respect. Though when she arrived with her target's head on a pike he would think differently. She would find her father's killer. From what she knew he was completely fair. Murdered in cold blood. Her eyes fixing once again to his as she took a drink of what had been brought for her. Her answer was already in her eyes. The cold stare. "Very much so." She spoke as she set the drink down.

Her eyes lowered to the dagger at her side. Sadly she would have to use it soon. "So by contract I would guess that would mean a target. Who's life must come to an end?" She spoke. She would do her own research if needed. She wouldn't bring herself to harm an innocent person. That wasn't a term she could do easily. Even that wouldn't stop her in her journey for revenge however. She would find a way for the blood to faint another's hand in such a case.

Darius nodded at her conformation that she would like to join. Then he chuckled at her next words because they were so innocent and on her rather adorable. She may have talent but she didn't seem to have the heart. "Well I would presume that with us being assassins that killing is what we do. If that pricks your hide then stop wasting my time." Darius's face went serious and he leaned back as he ordered another drink with a wink to the server.

He shook his head in thought as he looked her in the eyes. The more he talked with her the less it seemed like she should do this kind of work. "Look kid if you want to do this then fine I'll give you a contract, but if not then I suggest the thieves guild. As dark as you think your heart is your still to kind to be considered even an assassin's apprentice." He started to drink his new drink as it was handed to him.

Elena smirked at his mention of kindness. The hand that had been on her lap now wrapped around a knife that dug into the table next to his empty cup. "Kind? Kindness is not something to be shown to the dead. If someone is wanted dead it is going to happen. Just like consequences happen to those who commit crimes. Now. Who. Am. I. Killing." She spoke as she leaned forward and gazed into his eyes. Her look turning stale and cold as if there had never been a person there to begin with.

As a princess it was rather hard to be unnoticed. Instead Elena had focused on disguises. So many disguises wore her real looks out of the question to those who didn't know her personally. To her it was easy to fake an expression if your heart was in it.

Darius smiled as he quickly seemed to vanish from her sight. He didn't even seem to move one way or the other, but that made no difference as he was already behind her. He had pulled her dagger from her boot free and brought it to her neck, with a cool, calm almost happy tone he spoke. "I said what I said because you are lying to yourself. Kindness can be a weakness in this job but it can also be why you get it. I can see that your ready to kill, what I cant see is if your ready to kill on demand." He stabbed her knife into the table and chuckled.

He walked back to his seat and sat down a wide warm and compassionate smile on his face. "Are guild is here to better the kingdom by the people we kill. Sure the money from killing is nice but we do not kill for the money, no we kill because the people saw an injustice and payed us what we thought was fair. Also your target is Lord Varigan an old friend of the new so called Queen. He is an old assassin of ours who has been killing off contractors for political gain. You have three days to complete this if not you will be killed by me. Your paperwork is by the door when your ready to leave." He stood and downed his drink as he turned for his office.

Elena didn't jump much as it seemed she wasn't the only one who could act spontaneously. Taking heed of his words but also ignoring them all the same. She would prove herself. Prove she could do it that she would finish all of this. Years of revenge plotting had taken her time so there was no way she could give up easily. Once the knife was removed from the spot at her neck she swallowed. Her eyes turning to the door as he finally mentioned her target. All she needed from him currently.

"Then it will be done." She spoke before rising and removing her dagger from the spot in the table. The small very sharp blade sliding into place in its sheath as she turned to the door and grabbed her paperwork before she was off like she hadn't been there to begin with. In the short time she had been gone her dinner had gotten cold but she ate up anyway. Tomorrow she had a person to track and study. Though she was familiar with the name. It echoing through her. From the life she dared leave behind. She could do it.

Darius put a tail on her in the form of an assassin names Maven. She was a short and busty woman who was very good at watching and gathering information. She followed Rosalin to an inn. The next day she came to Darius to report.

A mock came to his door early morning and she came right in. "Ah Maven what have you for me?" The woman smiled ever enchantingly and gave her report. "Well then I guess it's my turn to follow, tell Jane shes in charge till I get back." He quickly left and his on the roof near where she was staying waiting to follow her everywhere.

After eating the princess was quickly asleep. When she did wake the next day it was time to pursue her task. Though she was surprised at the name, if this was her step forward then she would take it. Looking to the bag on the bed she sighed before getting dressed. However It wasn't in the same outfit. This outfit was made of a soft leather. A solid armor for a common mercenary. They weren't uncommon and some were even registered. Plus It would conceal her in the shadows. Though usually with how rich the leather looked it could be traced back to the leather used to hold the Knights armor tight. Though she had done some fiddling to make it seem more worn out as she gathered her things. Leaving some items behind.

Seeing as how she would return rather soon she paid for the next three days. It was a place to keep her stuff while she was away and carrying it would only slow her down and make her more noticeable. Instead she only held her weapons, clothes, and armor that she wore on her body. Her small body slipping back out into the sun streak cobblestone streets as she started on her way. Fortunately, she knew quite a bit about her target. She already started for where he would be. At this time he would be in the market for his morning peach. Always there to find the freshest. One of the few routines worked into his jumbled days.

Darius watched in the early morning and not much happened until a little after dawn. She finally set out to start her research in what looked a knights leather. He was very familiar with the leather having done research himself in the past for a previous hit. He followed a good distance behind just in the off chance he hit even a small patch of blessed ground his powers over the shadows disappeared he would not be spotted. "Ah the market" it seems she knew this info prior or he forgot to take it out of the documents. "Well we shall see if all she does is tail him or act fast."

Elena moved through bustling market, her eyes always on her target. Lord Varigan was a man of routine and predictability, which made him an easy mark for an assassin. She followed from a distance, blending into crowd as she observed his movements and interactions. It didn't take long for her find an opportunity. He had stopped at a fruit stall, engrossed in selecting peaches as he did every morning.

Elena moved through bustling market, her eyes always on her target. Lord Varigan was a man of routine and predictability, which made him an easy mark for an assassin. She followed from a distance, blending into crowd as she observed his movements and interactions. It didn't take long for her find an opportunity. He had stopped at a fruit stall, engrossed in selecting peaches as he did every morning.

With swift determination, she closed in on him. Her heart pounded in her chest but she kept her face calm and composed. As she neared him, she brushed past him 'accidentally', whispering just loud enough for only him hear: "Enjoy your last peach, Lord Varigan."


A seasoned assassin who carries an aura of danger and mystery. His appearance is likely rugged yet stealthy, reflecting his profession's demands. He possesses shadow magic, indicating a connection or affinity for darker arts. Despite his lethal skills, he shows signs of compassion and respect towards his guild members, hinting at a sense of leadership and responsibility. His demeanor suggests he's seen much in life, which has hardened him but also given him wisdom and pragmatism. He seems adept at reading people, discerning lies from truth easily - an attribute crucial for survival in his line of work.

Princess Elena... soon to be Queen Elena of the Kingdom of Ascarlon. Though none of her wanted the royalty. Thankfully she wasn't fit to rule. Her motive of revenge had left her numb to the idea of running the Kingdom. Now she waited for her Brother to walk her up the aisle. To announce a King she had to marry. To marry she had to find royal blood. Too much time had passed since her father's passing and she was aching to start tracking the killer. Though the trail would be cold she had to find something.

Fixing the white wedding dress around her shoulders she heard the music. Her cue to start her walk down the aisle. She was not here for love. She desired none of it. She had one purpose, to kill the assassin who had robbed her father from her. These thoughts swarming her mind as she elegantly crossed the carpet and through the aisle. The scruffy looking Lord stood awaiting the ceremony. They held this for tradition but they all knew the reasons behind their union. That was why the ceremony lasted but five minutes. No vows, and no kiss. Instead she immediately turned and walked away. Nobody blamed her. They had seen what she had become.

The young lady made her way to her room to change. A rough pair of used villagers closed she had washed twice for good measure. They would do for her journey. She would cross taverns and the local guilds. Most wouldn't talk without a pretty penny so that was the reason she hefted a large coin purse alongside her other things. Two daggers, a long bow and quiver with arrows. Mostly prepared.

With all her things now together she began her trek to the nearest village. Taking a horse from the stables as she rode South...

Darius was back from a job he never wanted to take and was in a foul mood. The guild leader made him take out a hit on a well liked a and good business owner who helped others. Sure he was an assassin but he killed because he was good at it. He didn't derive pleasure from it but he did his best to make life better for the whole of the kingdom. He had enough of the contracts for money alone and decided it was time for a change of leadership in the guild.

He had already snuck his way through the guild using his magic of the shadows to conceal his presence. He slowly hugged the walls and made his way to the leaders office. Darius was the only one skilled enough to pull this off and had realized the leader had been off his game as of late. He inched his way into the office and saw his target laying down in restful sleep.

Darius gave no time for reaction or protest as he shoved his rapier coated in poison into the leaders throat. Kneeling down beside him he whispered. "I'm sorry Korvis but your time is over and you knew it. You purposely pushed me didn't you, because you knew you had made mistakes as of the late. Rest well and we will pray to the mistress for you to be her eternal messenger." He pulled out the rapier and walked out to tell the guild the news.

Elena had traveled from the castle walls many times before. Many times it was for opportunities to learn how to rule which she neglected easily enough. Trips that sent her on her search for a suitable groom for her kingdom. Though she wanted revenge she would not give her kingdom for it. The man she had bestowed the right to had been quite noble. He had assured her of his standing and had proven trustworthy. She held no worry as she pushed on.

Her first stop was the village of Ergon. It was only a couple miles south of the castle and held many guilds for her to start snooping. She would have to be smart but that was something she wasn't all too worried about. Her business was hers and hers alone. She would gladly fight for her privacy. After the guard and nobles had come to terms with her goals she had started training with the Knights. Learning combat and using her size to an advantage. She hadn't had a chance to try her metal in actual combat yet.

It had grown close to supper time when she finally reached the village. Her first stop was to the local inn to stable her horse and to rent a room to stay in for the night. Having not been hungry, Elena didn't stay for supper at the inn. Instead she began her search in earnest. Though some of the more honorable guilds worked during the day and were closed by such a time, the less than honorable were still open. Her first and most likely lead was the Assassin guild she had picked up gossip on.

She left her bow and arrows in her room and hid one of her daggers in her boat before hanging another at her side. If they had her remove her weapons for any reason she wouldn't be defenseless. Then she made her way. The female opening the doors to the Guild Hall in earnest. She couldn't openly ask anyone. She could get back stabbed. Instead she decided to request for the Guild Master. An audience would give her a chance to clear up any chances her fathers killer had been a guild assassin.

As Darius walked out from the guild leaders chambers he yelled out to the members. "All of you gather, I have some news." He stood in front of the doorway and waited for the members that were currently there to gather round him. His rapier was still drawn and covered in blood. His face was serious and a little sad, no one knew that the leader practically raised him since he was eight years old.

Darius sighed and didn't see a woman walk in to the guild hall as he started to speak again. "Everyone Korvis is dead by my hand and by written code of out guild and of our mistress I take up his mantle as the guild leader. If anyone objects you my claim the right to fight me in honorable combat if you are proven and baptized in the name of out mistress." None of the senior members dared to step forward knowing his abilities and gift for fighting.

He nodded his head after five minutes of waiting for anyone to appose him. "Then with no objections I will be giving out assignments to those of you have none. All current assignments are still in contract and we wont break out contracts. We are assassins not barbarians." The room erupted with laughter at the joke. "Back to work and the ceremony will be held tonight in the sanctuary that is all." He waived them off and turned to see the woman. "Ah a new face what can I do you for?"

As Elena entered it seemed some event had taken place. The female remaining silent as she just watched. Intrigued for a moment before the gentleman who was speaking turned to her. From his speech he had proclaimed himself the leader of this guild. A smile coming to her face politely. She would lie about her identity. If she didn't it wouldn't be safe. "So you are the guild leader? It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Rosalin Fys. I'm still quite new in town. I was looking to see what type of work this guild offers. How dangerous the contracts can be." She spoke.

The way he answered her question would tell her if this guild was capable of housing such a member. If So then she would have to find out who. Hopefully it hadn't been the fool this man had murdered. She wanted to make him suffer what taking her father from her. She had only caught a mere glimpse but she couldn't recognize a face. It had happened quickly though she fought hard to remember it all clearly.

Darius looked her up and down as she asked some questions and gave her name. He was wary of her, she seemed to be hiding something but then again who wasn't. "Yes I am the guild leader as of oh five or so minutes ago, and the pleasure is all mine. We are assassins my dear, we kill people for money or for the good of the kingdom. We get some high profile cases but nothing to big in a few years. As for how dangerous well you could be dead in five seconds if you were one of our contracts." He smiled with a chuckle.

"Please ignore my bad joke but its true we are the only certified assassins guild in the kingdom and we worship the night mistress who is also known as the goddess of death Meareth." He pointed to a table and looked her in the eye. "If your looking for work have a seat and I'll ask the questions next. If your here to place a hit I'll take your request. If it is neither of those then you best be off." He waited for her response with a raise brow and a coy smile.

Elena was sure as the male spoke that, this was her place. Her gut was pulling her towards it. High profile would be high risk. Like a king. Like her father. He had spoken as if it had been a few years and that matched up with her hunch. This was where she needed to look. However it was clear that she needed trust if she was to find any answers. Her face wasn't well known like most princesses were. It made things easier. Her only option was to join the guild and wait for her moment.

The girl taking a moment to think to herself before moving to the table to sit. Her answer evident as she waited patiently for his questions. It was an inconvenience but they were certified. She was no longer royalty and her life was her own. This was a step she had to take to get to the killer.

Darius nodded at her as she moved to sit at the table. Before he turned to sit down he wiped a tear he had been holding back from killing the man he regarded as his father. A second later he turned with a smile on his face and walked right up. He sat down and held up a hand for the server of the hall to come to the table. "Drinks please, I'll be having the crown jewel since it's a special occasion, and whatever she wants is on me for the first drink."

He smiled and leaned back a curious look on his face. "So Rosalin, what brings you into this line of work? What are your talents? Why should I bring you into my guild? And lastly what have you brought as a gift to me and what is your gift to the mistress? Also I should mention if you join the guild you will then be a worshiper and servant to the goddess of death." He grabbed his drink as the server placed it on the table. "Thanks Jane." He waited for the new girl to answer his questions.

Elena watched as he waved a servant girl and spoke. His words to their servant implying her first drink would be free. A generous offer to a stranger. "Surprise me..." Elena spoke to the servant girl before she turned to do her task. Elena's eyes connecting with Darius's as he spoke. His questions quick and easy. Though as he mentioned gifts her only idea was the large pouch of gold in her room. Though she was sure she had some ability worthy to join the guild.

"I come after a loss of a loved one. I had nothing so I am in search of a new purpose. My talents vary. Assassins by definition work a very dangerous trade. Often dealing in the use of shadows, magic, alchemy and blades. I must say that I possess no ability or aptitude for magic. Though if you want a deadly poison or a charm to pacify even the most enraged brute then I'm quite good at that. I have trained with blades for almost four years now. As for why you should bring me into your fold, I might be used as an asset. I don't see many females amongst your group? A female that knows how to fight can be a great tool. Some Charms can't be bottled. I believe last you ask about a gift? Unfortunately the only thing I can come to offer is a large sum of gold. I don't have much more than that other than my services and loyalty." The words mixed with truth and lies inbetween.

She started to give her explanations and answers and some were decent some were half truths and others were not going to work. Darius would have to she what she could do and she needed a gift for the mistress. "Well I can understand not having anything or anywhere to go to." He knew she was lying about that. "As for your four years of training none of that matters here except that it might keep you alive." That he believed but was only a decent answer.

"Your knowledge in poison and alchemy I share and would be useful in this line of work." That one he liked very much. "Your gift for me we can figure out as for your gift to the mistress you will be given a contract to complete and if you succeed you will not be payed but allowed into the guild if you fail we will not see you again." He finished his drink and leaned in. "So care to try out for the guild?"

Elena listened as he spoke. It was clear not all her words had granted her respect. Though when she arrived with her target's head on a pike he would think differently. She would find her father's killer. From what she knew he was completely fair. Murdered in cold blood. Her eyes fixing once again to his as she took a drink of what had been brought for her. Her answer was already in her eyes. The cold stare. "Very much so." She spoke as she set the drink down.

Her eyes lowered to the dagger at her side. Sadly she would have to use it soon. "So by contract I would guess that would mean a target. Who's life must come to an end?" She spoke. She would do her own research if needed. She wouldn't bring herself to harm an innocent person. That wasn't a term she could do easily. Even that wouldn't stop her in her journey for revenge however. She would find a way for the blood to faint another's hand in such a case.

Darius nodded at her conformation that she would like to join. Then he chuckled at her next words because they were so innocent and on her rather adorable. She may have talent but she didn't seem to have the heart. "Well I would presume that with us being assassins that killing is what we do. If that pricks your hide then stop wasting my time." Darius's face went serious and he leaned back as he ordered another drink with a wink to the server.

He shook his head in thought as he looked her in the eyes. The more he talked with her the less it seemed like she should do this kind of work. "Look kid if you want to do this then fine I'll give you a contract, but if not then I suggest the thieves guild. As dark as you think your heart is your still to kind to be considered even an assassin's apprentice." He started to drink his new drink as it was handed to him.

Elena smirked at his mention of kindness. The hand that had been on her lap now wrapped around a knife that dug into the table next to his empty cup. "Kind? Kindness is not something to be shown to the dead. If someone is wanted dead it is going to happen. Just like consequences happen to those who commit crimes. Now. Who. Am. I. Killing." She spoke as she leaned forward and gazed into his eyes. Her look turning stale and cold as if there had never been a person there to begin with.

As a princess it was rather hard to be unnoticed. Instead Elena had focused on disguises. So many disguises wore her real looks out of the question to those who didn't know her personally. To her it was easy to fake an expression if your heart was in it.

Darius smiled as he quickly seemed to vanish from her sight. He didn't even seem to move one way or the other, but that made no difference as he was already behind her. He had pulled her dagger from her boot free and brought it to her neck, with a cool, calm almost happy tone he spoke. "I said what I said because you are lying to yourself. Kindness can be a weakness in this job but it can also be why you get it. I can see that your ready to kill, what I cant see is if your ready to kill on demand." He stabbed her knife into the table and chuckled.

He walked back to his seat and sat down a wide warm and compassionate smile on his face. "Are guild is here to better the kingdom by the people we kill. Sure the money from killing is nice but we do not kill for the money, no we kill because the people saw an injustice and payed us what we thought was fair. Also your target is Lord Varigan an old friend of the new so called Queen. He is an old assassin of ours who has been killing off contractors for political gain. You have three days to complete this if not you will be killed by me. Your paperwork is by the door when your ready to leave." He stood and downed his drink as he turned for his office.

Elena didn't jump much as it seemed she wasn't the only one who could act spontaneously. Taking heed of his words but also ignoring them all the same. She would prove herself. Prove she could do it that she would finish all of this. Years of revenge plotting had taken her time so there was no way she could give up easily. Once the knife was removed from the spot at her neck she swallowed. Her eyes turning to the door as he finally mentioned her target. All she needed from him currently.

"Then it will be done." She spoke before rising and removing her dagger from the spot in the table. The small very sharp blade sliding into place in its sheath as she turned to the door and grabbed her paperwork before she was off like she hadn't been there to begin with. In the short time she had been gone her dinner had gotten cold but she ate up anyway. Tomorrow she had a person to track and study. Though she was familiar with the name. It echoing through her. From the life she dared leave behind. She could do it.

Darius put a tail on her in the form of an assassin names Maven. She was a short and busty woman who was very good at watching and gathering information. She followed Rosalin to an inn. The next day she came to Darius to report.

A mock came to his door early morning and she came right in. "Ah Maven what have you for me?" The woman smiled ever enchantingly and gave her report. "Well then I guess it's my turn to follow, tell Jane shes in charge till I get back." He quickly left and his on the roof near where she was staying waiting to follow her everywhere.

After eating the princess was quickly asleep. When she did wake the next day it was time to pursue her task. Though she was surprised at the name, if this was her step forward then she would take it. Looking to the bag on the bed she sighed before getting dressed. However It wasn't in the same outfit. This outfit was made of a soft leather. A solid armor for a common mercenary. They weren't uncommon and some were even registered. Plus It would conceal her in the shadows. Though usually with how rich the leather looked it could be traced back to the leather used to hold the Knights armor tight. Though she had done some fiddling to make it seem more worn out as she gathered her things. Leaving some items behind.

Seeing as how she would return rather soon she paid for the next three days. It was a place to keep her stuff while she was away and carrying it would only slow her down and make her more noticeable. Instead she only held her weapons, clothes, and armor that she wore on her body. Her small body slipping back out into the sun streak cobblestone streets as she started on her way. Fortunately, she knew quite a bit about her target. She already started for where he would be. At this time he would be in the market for his morning peach. Always there to find the freshest. One of the few routines worked into his jumbled days.

Darius watched in the early morning and not much happened until a little after dawn. She finally set out to start her research in what looked a knights leather. He was very familiar with the leather having done research himself in the past for a previous hit. He followed a good distance behind just in the off chance he hit even a small patch of blessed ground his powers over the shadows disappeared he would not be spotted. "Ah the market" it seems she knew this info prior or he forgot to take it out of the documents. "Well we shall see if all she does is tail him or act fast."

Elena moved through bustling market, her eyes always on her target. Lord Varigan was a man of routine and predictability, which made him an easy mark for an assassin. She followed from a distance, blending into crowd as she observed his movements and interactions. It didn't take long for her find an opportunity. He had stopped at a fruit stall, engrossed in selecting peaches as he did every morning.


A 14-year-old girl who seems to possess an attractive physical appearance, capable of drawing the attention of her younger brother and others. She's confident and open about her sexuality, comfortable with discussing explicit topics without hesitation. Jessi also demonstrates a good balance between assertiveness and thoughtfulness, taking initiative in planning their activities while considering Eric's opinions. Despite her playful teasing, she shows affection towards Eric, indicating a deep bond beyond their sibling relationship.

"Yeah, you're probably right." And he did and Jessi fully well knew that, thus deciding that it was best not to keep teasing him, she relaxed her position and sat down more lying back, pushing her bare legs under her covers and hoping that this was enough. Of course, it wouldn't be, but he could hardly blame her now, could he?

"And no, that's no punishment. I just like..." She shrugged, then smirked at him a bit impish. "I just like being sexy and desirable, you know? All those sexy starlets everywhere, girls teasing boys all the time, the internet is full of porn and... I know that this boy here, this cute guy, is all over me. Not Scarlett Johannsen, not Angelina Jolie, not Heidi Klum, me. He likes me. And that feels good. That's just it."

She had no idea why she kept explaining this, although he hadn't really asked, but perhaps she simply felt like she deserved it. And he did, and he was one of the good ones; the least she deserved was that she was honest and open with him. "And my idea is... How about I show you pictures of my friends I think could work out, and then we can decide together? I mean, it would be best to bring them in one by one, not all at once, I think."

Eric took a seat, perching on the edge of Jessi's bed. "Good idea, if we bring all of them in at once, someone might think it's some kind of party and start talking," he said. Thinking it over, "OK, show me who you've got in mind." He said in his still low voice, handing her the phone. It was an effort keeping his mind off the beautiful girl next to him, but he was managing it well enough. At least now if one of their parents did drop in and spot them, things wouldn't seem too far out of order, what with Jessi under the blanket instead of striking a seductive pose for him, though it was still a risk, as even the quickest of glances couldn't help but to reveal his erection.

Jessi skirted over a bit and allowed Eric thus to sit easily on the bed without sitting directly next to her; thankfully, her bed was big enough. Not massive, but easily big enough for two people comfortably sitting next to one another with their legs kicked out. With a small smile, she also grabbed her pillow and gave it to Eric, all but placing it in his lap and thus hiding his tent in the pants. "Here... Not that I get any stupid ideas thanks to the tasty distraction you are hiding there."

She winked at him and then opened her phone, searched for a while, and then leaned over so that he could see the screen. On the phone, there was a picture of Jessi with another girl, this one a bit more solid and slightly more developed than Jessi, with frizzy coppery-red hair and a cute face full of freckles. "Okay, this is Veronica. She's kind of a sportsy girl, skating, playing basketball, that kind of stuff. Don't know if she ever had sex before; I think so; she had a boyfriend until recently. So, interested?"

"So, you and her haven't, you know, done anything together?" Eric asked as he looked at the photo. He did like the way she looked, having a thing for freckle-faced red heads; it was one of the reasons he was so attracted to Lizzy. Even so, attractive or not, there were complications. "I mean girls who are hard-core into sports tend to lean that way, I guess, but if she had a boyfriend that's a huge maybe. And let's say she is willing to do a little experimenting with you; what makes you think she'd still be OK once your twelve-year-old brother wants to play with her too, and how do you think she'll react when she finds out what we do together?"

"Still, she does look sexy," he said as he continued ogling her photo. "Give me some good answers to those questions, and I'd say add her, but not as the first in line."

"Okay... Hey, I'm just setting up a list here, nothing more," Jessi replied with a shrug and a bit of annoyance in her voice, but it lacked any real bite she usually showed. Or had shown before that fateful weekend of lust and debauchery and revelations. "We have kissed, like, trained kissing. And I know her. She could be into it... Don't know, I don't think any girl our age is into boys your age, that's just how it is. And... I trust her. Okay? I just don't know how much. If you want to, I would check that out better and then... but if you like, say that you don't like her, I wouldn't bother to begin with."

With that said and done, she swiped left, showing the next photo, this time a bikini shot from the beach from last summer. It showed a girl about the size of Jessi but more developed with long black hair and currently wearing sunglasses as she posed for the camera. "This is Annika. Can be a bit bitchy and bossy, but she's a good girl, actually most of the time a goody-two-shoes. I know that she would love to experiment some, but is a bit too afraid to do so. Prep-squad, good girl, honor student, and hella stressed. I bet some good loving would work wonders for her. Interested?"

"OK, OK, I get it." Eric said, making a placating gesture: "Look into Veronica, and add her to the 'Yes' list."

Moving on to the next candidate, Eric listened, and the more Jessi said, the more he shook his head, "A bitchy, high-stress, goody two shoes, honors student, who wants to do some stuff, but is too afraid to... I can see this going one of two ways. Most likely, she gets some stress relief, but ultimately freaks out and blows the whole thing wide open. The other, less likely option, is she goes all in on the deep end, and will push for more and more kinky things until someone ends up dressed in a leather suit, chained to the wall. Either way, it sounds like trouble to me, I'm going to say no to this one."

Jessi nodded, clearly neither surprised nor taken aback by this answer; she seemed more like she had just heard what she had just thought he would say anyway. And her words confirmed that. "I thought as much, but I wanted to include her, I thought perhaps you might like her. Okay, with that done... Ouuuh, you'll like her."

With an impish smile, she swiped left once more, this time replacing the bikini picture with a selfie she had made together with two other girls. "Here, this is Valentina, the one on the right. She's from Colombia and really flirty; she even kisses other girls as greetings. I heard they are really casual about the whole thing down there. Guess that's why they call it a full Brazilian..."

The girl in question was a pretty dark skinned girl, not really black but pretty much. Dark hair, confident posture, and a pretty smile.

The first two pictures had women that could be described as pretty or cute, but not this one; rather, this girl radiated a natural, almost cocky sexiness. She had mahogany colored skin; straight, black hair that fell to her shoulder; full, pouty lips; and teasing, playful eyes. All told, she had an exotic beauty to her. If Eric hadn't had an erection already, he definitely would now. "Oh, wow, she's super hot! put her in the 'yes' category. And who's the girl on the left? Is she also a candidate?"

Jessi had to chuckle at this reaction, pretty much what she had said he would say. Truth be told, Valentina wasn't really that much of a friend to Jessi, but she just oozed confident sensuality and sexy flirtyness that she had to include her here. If anything, Jessi was perhaps even a bit jealous of her, but nothing of the sorts that she disliked. More like the girl who's better than you at everything and also better looking and had that hot accent and this exciting life and was also super cool to hang out with and also very nice on top of that. Yeah, that kind of a bit jealous sometimes.

"I'll take that as a fuck yes. I bet you already imagine her legs wrapped around you while you plow into her hot snatch as she screams in Spanish for you to do her, you little arrecho bastardo." Okay, Jessi's Spanish was as good as her Japanese, meaning she knew a few words and not even them correctly. In other words, she thought she knew what she had just said and that it had been right but most likely not. "And the other girl... Naah, that's Kimberly. You know the kind of girl who hangs out in the back of the classroom, wearing oversized jackets and hoodies and writing poetry and reading Shakespeare and doing theater club? That's her... She's nice, really is, but a bit mousy and shy. Well, perhaps she is a good pick, could be really into all that, you know, still waters are deep... At least she would never blab to anyone, not that she speaks much to anyone anyway."

The girl on the left was looking a bit lost and uncertain about being there in that picture, but was bravely smiling. Dark brown hair, way too dark eyeliner, pale complexion, pretty face. One could easily imagine her actually being stunning in a dark way, like a sexy vampire, but she did not ooze that sexy confidence which Valentina did so easily.

"I kind of thought she was kind of an emo girl, or maybe a goth chick... but from what you say, she doesn't really have a group she's part of. I'm going to guess she doesn't have a lot of friends either, not close friends anyway." Eric paused to consider. "I think she might actually be a good choice; like you said, she's not going to follow you, but people with few friends tend to be super loyal to the ones they do have. It might be difficult to get her to come out of her shell, but once you're past that, I think she'll turn out to be the type that's got your back no matter what. The question is, do you think you can manage to get past her defenses? If you think you can, I'd say add her, but if not... well, I'll leave it up to you if she should be on the list, or not."

Eric nodded as he passed the phone back to Jessi, "OK, that gives us two on the list, one no, and maybe, that's a good start. Do you want to look at some more candidates now, or wait until you've had a chance to feel out the ones we've got now?"

"Well, there's one more candidate I thought you might like," replied Jessi with a wiggle of her eyebrows and an impish smirk on her features. Taking her phone back from Eric, she swiped left, then again and again, and then finally turned it back to Eric. "Here, I'm pretty sure you know her. May I present it to you, Kelly?"

On the screen was another picture from the beach, this time showing a drop-dead hot and sexy teenage girl. Long blonde hair, long legs, tanned skin. And she was well developed as well, at the moment only lounging on a beach towel and posing for the camera. Jessi swiped left once more, and the picture was replaced by another with the same girl, this time in the hallway of school wearing her cheerleader uniform with her hair done up and smiling at the camera, making that stupid duckface. Well, nobody's perfect. As Jessi explained, "Drop-dead gorgeous if you ask me, no virgin and she hates boys our age. Guess she had a few bad experiences, thus she isn't dating. But I saw her once making out at a party with a guy that was kinda young looking; everyone, including him, was very confused. She said it was because of a dare, but I'm sure that's bull. Also, she needs a driver's license for that ass of hers."

Once more, she swiped left, and this time, the phone screen showed Kelly in the middle of a cheerleader routine with her skirt flying up, showing off her taunt and well-shaped behind.

"Yeah, I remember her. You and her hung out a lot when you were cheerleaders too. She liked to tease me; the bitchy kind of teasing, not the fun sexy kind. But that was like, a year ago. Maybe she was taking out her boyfriend problems on me, or maybe she is attracted to younger guys, and was trying to cover for the fact." Eric took several moments swiping back and forth between the images, "Humm, Valentina is a little hotter, but Kelly is someone we both already know... well, I've met her at least... and if she's into younger guys, that might make things easier. On the other hand, Valentina looks like she'd be down for anything if you nudge her in the right direction." Passing the phone back, he continued, "Either way, those two should be the first ones approached. Veronica, you should start feeling out, and I'll leave it up to you on whether or not to approach Kimberly. In the meantime, I'll try to figure out if there are any other guys I can trust to bring in."

"Okay, Kelly and Valentina is a fuck yes, and Veronica and Kimberly maybe, got it," said Jessi with a smile as she took back the phone and then put it to the side. That was a start she could live with, something she could work with. At least her making a sort of list had helped and hadn't been for nothing. "And you do that, I can't do all the work myself."

She smirked at him and gave him a slight nudge to the side with her elbow, a good natured shove which showed affection and a slightly teasing side, but mostly affection. Something occurred to her, and she had to giggle. "Hey, mom thinks I kinda hate you for being a brat and... Yeah, the usual sister-brother drama. Who knew that having sex would change our relationship like that? Perhaps every pair of siblings should simply fuck it out, huh?"

"Well I did lay it on kind of thick, with the whole 'bratty little brother' bit, when I was telling her about how you weren't feeling well. Maybe I over-sold it? As for the magic of fucking it out, I wish we could do some more of that right now! Between those skin-tight pants you've been wearing all night, and those pictures of Kelly, and Valentina you showed me, I think I'm going to have a hard time getting to sleep tonight." with that Eric moved the pillow aside and stood. His erection was tenting the front of his jeans to an obscene degree. "See? I could hammer a nail through a board with this thing! And that's after spending all afternoon pumping both you and Olivia full of cum." The look on Eric's face told Jessi that he very much wanted to continue with those activities, perhaps all night if given the chance. "Listen, I should go back to my room, I need to take care of this, and if we start anything right now, there's no way mom and dad won't hear it. I mean, you do get kind of loud."

Jessi laughed, though she made sure to be not too loud, as Eric stood up and then laughed even harder as he said that he could hammer a nail through a board. But then she pouted slightly, though good naturedly, and with the pillow he had just discarded, she slightly hit him. "Not true... Well, true, I can become kind of loud, but whose fault is that, huh?"

She winked at him and then settled back against the headboard of her bed. "Okay, you're right. I guess we'll have to look for another opportunity in the next few days. No sneaking out of class for me for a while."

Eric turned and started walking to the door, "Well then, I'll keep my eyes open for a good time and place for us to have some fun too. If nothing else, we could play some more the next time you go over to babysit Olivia. I don't think her mom would mind you bringing me along if you told her you had to watch me too, and after today, I'm sure Olivia won't. In the mean time, I'll just have to satisfy myself with some of the photos in the stash."

With that Eric gently shut the door behind him, making sure to make as little noise as possible before heading back to his room.

"Do that, you per. Sleep tight boy-toy," replied Jessi with a smile and threw a kiss at him before he closed the door behind him. The moment he was out, she slumped down into her bed and groaned in slight frustration. "Damn, I'm horny..."

For a moment, she entertained the thought of simply using her hands, but after today, she doubted it would work so well. Then again, it wasn't like she had much of a choice, right?


A 12-year-old boy with an unusually mature demeanor for his age. He appears to be physically developed, capable of inducing attraction in older girls. His personality exhibits a mix of youthful curiosity and surprising maturity, especially when it comes to matters of sexuality. He's also quite thoughtful and strategic, considering the implications and potential outcomes of their plans carefully. Despite his young age, he takes charge in their discussions and decisions, indicating a certain level of leadership ability.

"Do that, you per. Sleep tight boy-toy," replied Jessi with a smile and threw a kiss at him before he closed the door behind him. The moment he was out, she slumped down into her bed and groaned in slight frustration. "Damn, I'm horny..."

For a moment, she entertained the thought of simply using her hands, but after today, she doubted it would work so well. Then again, it wasn't like she had much of a choice, right?

Though he had gotten into bed at a decent hour that night, his rest was little better than that of the night before. Even after taming his raging erection, his sleep was a cavalcade of erotic dreams that left him just as hard as he'd been the night before when he woke. The gray twilight of a cloudy winter dawn was filtering through his window. The need to shower and change his bed sheets meant due to the side effects of his wet dreams meant that he'd had to skip breakfast, so by the time he'd made it to school he was hungry, and by lunch he was ravenous, so he wasted no time queuing in line.


A young girl who finds herself in a vulnerable and dangerous situation. She is half-naked, indicating that she may have been caught off guard or unprepared for her encounter with the wolves. Her personality shows her as resourceful and adaptive, trying to use her knowledge of wolf behavior to survive the ordeal. However, she also experiences fear, pain, and humiliation throughout the story, which reveals her human vulnerability and emotional depth.

Rebbecca's body was screaming in terror, even as she realized she needed to keep going. The wolves were vicious, but they could be outsmarted. All she needed to do was show them that she wasn't afraid. The half naked girl stepped forward, holding her hand out slightly. She'd simply close in on the wolves, give them a rub between the ears, and be on her way.

Any thoughts to the contrary she stuffed into the back of her mind, knowing that if the wolves were going to attack her, she'd rather be tackled and ripped to pieces out here in the middle of the trail then thrown against the bark of the tree yet again. She forced her breathing to slow down as she got closer and closer, her dried up body unable even to shake in terror.

The trick might have worked in any woods but the one she was in, but another three wolves appeared out of the forest, bringing the pack's strength up to eight. As she approached, the alpha male snarled, and the two wolves on her flanks suddenly sprang, the first lunging at Rebbecca's side, the other hurling itself at her legs, trying to trip her. The alpha male then sprang forward after the wolves did, and stood over the human female, as another male came forward, and placed a paw on her stomach. The second wolf then dragged its claws down, tearing through her last pieces of clothing, and she would notice, to her personal horror, that the alpha seemed to smirk at her.

Rebbecca fell to her knees, and yelped as her shorts were ripped apart. She looked deeply into the Alpha Male's eyes, and all at once she realized what was happening. Packs of wolves would sometimes ambush a female wolf traveling alone in heat, and the Alpha of the pack would mount her. She'd then be free to get on her way, although she would often return if she became pregnant. Rebbecca noted that her only real chance at this point was to go with the flow.

The parts of her shorts fell away as she slowly turned around, maintaining eye contact with the Alpha until it became physically impossible. She then got down on her hands and knees, spreading her legs apart to expose her sex. Perhaps she would be lucky, and the wolves would simply move on after such a display of submission. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, her breasts jiggling as she waited to be violated. Her breath was still as she listened to the wolves, a small part of her wondering idly what it would feel like for a wolf to cum inside her.

The entire pack seemed to relax as the human moved to submit, and the alpha walked around her own, before then moving to stand between her legs. He licked her pussy, tasting her human sex, and then moved forward, before licking her tits, tasting her fear and sweat. He pressed his cock against her sex, and then impaled her, not bothering to 'warm' her up first. He had to stop when his knot touched her pussy, and then began to thrust again and again, his knot slowly slipping into her sex. After a while, he finally rammed his entire knot into her pussy, and began to thrust, rough and powerful thrusts that rocked her body. He growled in pleasure, his massive dick swelling inside her, sealing her with his knot, getting ready to fill her with hot wolf cum.

Rebbecca flinched as the wolf licked her. She hadn't been expecting that, the licks to her breasts were even more unexpected, and made her blush with heat as the cock reached her center. She yelped in pain as the wolf moved on to fucking her, her body quaking with sweat as the beast pulverized her pussy, causing her to cry out in short squeaks of pain as the beast thrust in and out. She remained on hands and knees, terrified by the tears that would not come. The wolf's drying saliva cooled her breasts, and she shivered in terror as she realized she was almost enjoying the pain and domination she was experiencing. She would have been humiliated, if there were anyone to humiliate her. She simply accepted her treatment, her head bowing down as the wolf began to come.

The alpha's thrusts were getting harder as he got closer to his orgasm, tiny spurts of precum lubricating her sex as he continued to thrust. The other males simply watched with glowing red eyes, several sporting erections, as they waited for their turns. The alpha on her back suddenly hilted his cock against her cervix, and howled in triumph as he came, hot wolf juice splashing against her walls, filling her like she was a cheap harlot.

Rebbecca scrunched up as the wolf cummed into her, squirming under the strange sensation of the warmth filling her. She'd never had anyone cum inside her, and she shivered a little bit as the wolf hilted his cock, her breasts bouncing a bit with his thrusts. She stayed in her supine position, waiting for the pack Alpha to withdraw from her. This was the part where he would walk back around her and send her on her way filled with his seed. She tensed up slightly, ready to get moving as quickly as possible once she was released.

One of the other wolves, the one that had stripped off her shorts, stood up, as the alpha dismounted from her. His cock slipped from her pussy, exiting with a wet plop, and he padded around, to lie down in the path in front of her, as the second wolf moved around, and gave her anus a lick, before rearing up, and pressing his cock against her rectum, and then began to press his thick penis into her tiny ass.

Rebbecca's eyes opened as the second wolf made its way to her ass and gave it a lick. Wolves did not work that way. She began to breathe quickly, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. She clenched her fists in pain, pulling up clods of dirt as the wolf carelessly raped her virgin asshole, causing her terrible pain. She cried out, her eyes flashing with pain as she ultimately decided to submit, hoping that this was just a strange privilege the pack beta had and that she'd be let go right after the second wolf came.

The wolf was stopped by the tightness of her ass, before its massive knot could be hilted as well. A glance at the pack leader showed that he was grinning at her, an evil, tooth baring grin that belied the supposed nature of a wolf as a relatively benign hunter of the wounded.

The beta did not bother to let the fact that her anus was too tight for the know stop him from trying, ramming his hips ruthlessly against hers. He thrust and thrust, and very slowly Rebbecca would feel her ass tear, the massive knot slowly slipping inside her.

Rebbecca screamed as the wolf tore up her ass, feeling herself start to bleed as the creature thrust into her. Tears began to fly freely from her eyes as she became covered in dirt, pushing herself forward to try and stop the pain. Blood poured out from her bowels as her face collided with the dirt, and she became convinced that she was going to die. A weak whimper erupted from her. At the very least, she would be walking funny for a while. She began to wonder what the people at the ranger station would think when she staggered over to them naked and covered in dirt, blood, and cum.


The Alpha male wolf in the story, displaying dominance and aggression towards Rebbecca. He appears to be cunning, taking advantage of her vulnerable state. His actions suggest a sinister nature, as he seems to enjoy causing fear and humiliation. As an Alpha wolf, it can be inferred that he is larger and stronger than the other wolves in his pack.

Rebbecca screamed as the wolf tore up her ass, feeling herself start to bleed as the creature thrust into her. Tears began to fly freely from her eyes as she became covered in dirt, pushing herself forward to try and stop the pain. Blood poured out from her bowels as her face collided with the dirt, and she became convinced that she was going to die. A weak whimper erupted from her. At the very least, she would be walking funny for a while. She began to wonder what the people at the ranger station would think when she staggered over to them naked and covered in dirt, blood, and cum.

After several minutes of ass breaking pain, the wolf finally pressed its hips against the human's, its massive knot firmly embedded in her tight, no-longer little ass. the wolf thrust, and each time he pulled back, it would feel like her ass was trying to be pulled off her body. Humiliating did not even begin to describe what the pack was GOING to do to her. Its thrusts were quick and hard, drilling deep into her ass with each one, its massive knot only getting bigger the more thrusts it rammed into her.


A powerful and dominant shemale with a well-endowed physique. Her body is marked by both femininity and masculinity, boasting large breasts that bounce with her movements and a massive, hard cock. She often dresses in tight-fitting attire that accentuates her curves while leaving little to the imagination. As for her personality, Racy exudes dominance and control, taking pleasure in asserting her authority over others. She enjoys the thrill of training new inmates, demonstrating an almost sadistic delight in their initial resistance. Despite this, she also exhibits a level of understanding towards their hesitations given her own past experiences as an inmate herself.

It was not the most impressive blow job Racy had gotten but it was decent for a beginner. Kristoff had all the mechanics down and it always felt good to have her cock in a tight, wet hole, "Mmm, yeah. Make this hot she-male cum. All over that pretty face."

Racy stroked her cock in and out of Kristoff's mouth and throat a few more times then pulls her massive dick out. Her shaft is soaked with spit. She uses that as lube and strokes herself until she climaxes. Her creamy load spurting onto Kristoff mouth, face and in his hair. Once she was done she tucks her cock away and fixes her dress,

"Don't wipe that off. You're marked now. Good thing is you'll get your own room and get pampered like a princess. Next step for you is anal training," Racy taps a code on the bars and the guard appears, "you'll probably not be ready for full-on cock in your ass but there are plenty of things that happen before then, "Racy nods her head, "follow me." The guard escorts the pair to a part of the prison exclusive for she-male training. It had medical labs, a café, gym and pool. The rooms were dorm style and right now there was only Kristoff in training. The guard removes the cuffs,

"You'll need an outfit for training. Check the closet. There are bra, panties, skirts. The usual slut wear. Pick something nice. Dinner will be served in a couple hours." Racy leaves the room with the guard. The door is locked and the newest trainee is left to think about her new life.

Kristoff gasped for breath as the cock popped from his mouth. He watched as Racy stroked herself, barely closing his eyes in time as the hot streaks of cum shot across his face. His mouth was initially open, the first spurt coating his tongue. He could feel it dripping down his face as she told him not to wipe it away, then suddenly was being whisked from the room.

He was surprised when they entered a different area of the prison. It looked more like a hotel as he saw the spa, pool and gym, though he had to squint as cum coated his eyelid. Once he was in what was apparently his room, the cuffs came off and he resisted the strong urge to run to the sink and wash out his face and mouth. He watched Racy and the guard leave him there, hearing the lock click in place. The walls of the room were pink with white accents. There was a bed that was at least better than a prison cot, a large pink dresser and a nightstand. There was a vanity with a wide array of makeup, a shower with feminine products and a large walk in closet.

He opened the dresser drawers and saw it was loaded with lingerie... all his size. Though the bras were various cup sizes, oddly, but he didn't rummage too long. He grabbed a purple matching set of bra and a thong with black lace detailing. He didn't have many better options from what he could tell.

He walked to the closet and saw it littered with slutty outfits and kinky costumes. French maids, school girls, nurses, the usual lewd fantasies. There were also tight dresses and skirt outfits as well as heels of all types of sizes and colors on the floor, making him shiver as he looked at them. He grabbed a skirt as he was instructed, seeing it was a black latex ruffled skirt, barely long enough to cover his ass once he'd pulled it into place. Then he sat on the bed, trying to make sense of it all, feeling cum drying on his face. He opened a drawer of the nightstand and saw a neatly organized collection of anal plugs and dildos, quickly slamming the drawer shut, huffing as he laid back in the bed.

"This one will be easy to train it seems." Racy sat across from her boss, the warden. The male was big, beefy and tattooed head to toe. He looked more like a bouncer than a guy in charge of a prison. Never the less Racy respected him, "I'll go in there and start anal training so he will be ready for tonight." The warden dismisses Racy and she leaves the room. Heading back to where she left Kristoff. Racy unlocks the door and opens it. Opening the door wide she sees the new sissy laying on the bed,

"There are going to be some changes. First off whenever I enter a room you get on your knees. You will be ready to suck cock anytime I am around. Secondly, sissy, no more thinking of yourself as a straight man. You're a sissy slut that loves cock." Racy was getting hard. She loved bossing sissies around. This training was going to be a lot of fun.

Kristoff shifted uncomfortably in the bed as Racy came back and freely entered the room. He could already see her hardening member as she ordered him to his knees, as should be his new default behavior when she was in his presence. He couldn't make himself get out of the bed as she told him he was no longer a man, but a cock craving sissy.

"No... no I'm not" he said softly, unconvincingly. He had no leverage, no bargaining chips, that much was obvious. She could easily throw him, dressed as he was or worse, into gen pop and he'd be destroyed by the thugs in there. He didn't look like a total female, but in prison he already looked about as good as they could ask for he imagined.

He sighed as he tossed the covers off, exposing his petite frame in the slutty outfit. He eased to his feet and walked forward, slumping down to his knees. She could make him physically obey, but mentally, he'd never 'love cock.' He looked at her hardened cock and winced as he looked up at her. "This is all a mistake. I shouldn't be here. Please" he whined.

Racy had to reach down and cup her hard-on. The thought of any disobedience meant she could punish this sissy. It was not an easy prospect to grasp though and Racy could understand some hesitancy. She wasn't at all compliant as a new inmate. She quickly learned that the perks of living on this side of the prison outweighed being in gen pop. Racy could is the light slowly dawning behind Kristoff's eyes,

"Listen up, sissy Krissy," Racy stops herself and laughs, "I love it. Sissy Krissy. Anyway, I don't care if you like what happens or not. You don't have to listen to me or even like doing this shit." Racy paces in front of the kneeing male, "I was once where you are. I had no desire to fuck men or have them fucking me. I figured if I had to serve time I would rather enjoy it." Racy stands in front of the sissy with a bottle of lube, "Kiss my feet and show your new Mistress some gaddamn respect."

Kristoff shivered some as he watched Racy stroking her already hardened cock. He could still taste it, still feel his lips stretched around it. Then seeing the bottle of lube, the destination for that quite obvious as she intended to fuck him. More 'training.' He couldn't live like this, could he?

As he contemplated his very limited options, he leaned his face down towards the ground. He kissed at her feet, his ass propped up in the air, swaying as he moved about to show her this humiliating form of respect. He knew he was going to get his ass fucked for the first time... and it at least seemed better by her than by some psycho, or psychos, in the yard. "I've never... ya know... it won't fit" he whined softly, knowing that, even if it did somehow fit, it was not going to feel good.

It sent shivers through Racy to hear Kristoff was a virgin, in that way at least. She was pleased to see him follow her orders so eagerly,

"That is what lube, tongue and fingers are for," she explained, "first you get used to feeling something small in your sissy hole then gradually things get bigger." Racy chuckles, "now I want you to follow me." Racy walks over the bed. She strips off her skin tight dress revealing her nudity. Her tits bounce and sway as does her big dick and heavy balls. Racy climbs up on the bed and stretches out, "keep your panties on and take everything else off." Racy strokes her needy cock. Thankfully she had an attraction to Kristoff. It helped her fully enjoy the training. She would be careful and gentle.


A petite and relatively less dominant male, whose physical attributes are more suited to the feminine attire he's made to wear. His body seems adaptable to the changes enforced upon him in his new environment. As for personality, Kristoff is initially resistant and displays fear towards his new circumstances, showing a softer, submissive side. He is overwhelmed by the drastic changes but exhibits an instinctive understanding of his lack of options, which leads him to reluctantly comply with Racy's orders. Despite his compliance, he still holds onto some hope that this situation is a mistake and clings to his previous identity as a straight man.

Kristoff shivered some as he watched Racy stroking her already hardened cock. He could still taste it, still feel his lips stretched around it. Then seeing the bottle of lube, the destination for that quite obvious as she intended to fuck him. More 'training.' He couldn't live like this, could he?

As he contemplated his very limited options, he leaned his face down towards the ground. He kissed at her feet, his ass propped up in the air, swaying as he moved about to show her this humiliating form of respect. He knew he was going to get his ass fucked for the first time... and it at least seemed better by her than by some psycho, or psychos, in the yard. "I've never... ya know... it won't fit" he whined softly, knowing that, even if it did somehow fit, it was not going to feel good.


A powerful and sadistic demon who has defeated and captured Lily. He is physically strong and confident, as evidenced by his ability to effortlessly pull chains from door frames and drag Lily behind him. He has taloned fingers, sharp claws, and a demonic growl. He takes pleasure in tormenting Lily, both physically and mentally.

The demon pulled away from her and approached the ruined door to the summoning chamber. It reached out and grabbed a heavy chain from the door frame. Seemingly without effort it pulled the chain free and let the door collapse. It came back to the sorceress and wrapped it around her neck like a collar and a leash. "We've got places to be..." it announced quietly as it jerked her behind itself towards the portal.

The sorceress Lily continued to cough weakly on all fours, exhausted and beaten, letting out a frightened sound as the a nearby door collapsed, huddling into a small, defensive ball on the ground. She made another pitiful sound as the chain was wrapped around her neck, and for a few yards she was dragged, writhing on the ground before she finally struggled to her feet, sobbing as she was dragged from the ruins of her home toward the portal, and an eternity as his...

The demon dragged her to the middle of the circle. It wrapped the chain's other end around his arm until she was pulled all the way to his leg. Then he spoke in a language she likely wasn't familiar with. Deep, guttural. A harsh smell of ash and blood attacked them both as a portal opened around them.

They appeared in a ruined landscape. Ash flying through an eerie orange light in the sky. Around them sprawled a ruined temple, its roof and walls long gone, several fallen pillars a remnants of what they once used to be. A roar in the distance pierces the stillness.

"You will walk on your own" he announced to her "Dragging you will damage you. And I will not enjoy you that way. As much." he told her and let the chain slack a little. "We have a place to get to"

Lily struggled as she was hauled into the middle of the circle—the shattered bindings of the circle she had made. She told herself that she had succeeded, had done what she had to do. That this... was success. Though the terrified part of her mind jibbering at her to try and make a run for it knew that was going to be a weak balm for the eternity to come.

Whimpering once more as he used his own power to open the portal, she gagged on the reek of ash and blood, coughing weakly and nodding. "I... I understand." She followed him, doing her best not to make the leash go taut.

The demon walked in long strides, leaving a fair bit of slack on the chain. The landscape was a combination of ruins and charred ground. Strange women with wings could be seen flying across the starless sky. After a fair bit, they got to another strange set of ruins. Pillars standing in two rows aimed towards something resembling an altar. There was a bowl in the middle. "Are you having a thirst? "The demon asked and pointed to the bowl "We will walk much further. Make sure you have enough."

Lily had to scamper to keep up with the long, confident stride of her demon captor, having the sense that if the chain went taut, he would not moderate her pace for her—but rather drag her forward. "I... I am thirsty, thank you..."

If had been... how long has it been since she drank. Sometime before the siege started. Since then she had been taxing her body badly. Funneling tremendous amounts of power, and then... Her mouth tasted of blood. And ash. Kneeling down, she cupped her hands in the bowl, and draw some of it to her mouth.

The demon used the opportunity to tie the chain down to a hook sticking from the ground. She had plenty of slack not to notice it while she drank.

"Quench your thirst. It will be just first of the many." the demon announced as he began performing a spell. Small lights appeared on the surrounding altars and the water turned red under her hands.

The demon suddenly stepped closer and leaned over her shoulder, grabbing a handful of the water, smashing it against her face. "Drink. Drink the blood of those you summoned me to slay. Absorb their regrets."

The sorceress did not notice her demonic captor securing her chain—or more than that, even if she did notice, she was too exhausted to care. The battle, the summoning... she had given everything in the battle, and was little more than a hollow shell. If he wished more than that, she would need time to rest. To recover. Or, she supposed, he could be content to simply burn her to a cinder.

She took a single sip of water, savoring the feeling on her throat. It was tepid, and stale, but to her abused throat and parched mouth it felt like a balm.

But while she had not noticed the securing of her chain, she did feel the light pulse of magic. And the liquid that had almost reached her lips, cupped in her hands, a second time turn warm and... thick. She parted her fingers with a scream, and scrambled back in revulsion, the chain going taut.

"N... no." She looked revolted. "You have won. You slaughtered, and broke your fetters. You have me, dragged to your realm in chains. Stop... taunting me."

The demon stepped closer, pulled on the chain to yank her into his arms. "I have your body by a deal." he said and his arms gripped her sides. "I can take what you cherish the most" One of his hands shifted and gripped at her backside, his fingers sliding between her thighs easily.

"But your soul." He adds and shifts her again, duking her face in the bloody water "Your soul resists." he says as he pulls her back up, the mess sticking to her face "You made a deal, but your soul refuses it."

Suddenly he lets go of her, possibly dropping her. The hand on the chain laxing, letting her crawl and run around. "Perhaps I shall hunt you the way I did those foes you offered yourself for?" he suggested with a wide and creepy smile.

Lily let out a frightened cry as he pulled the chain, yanking her to him, pinned by his hold of her arms at her side. She let out a frightened whimper as one of his hands gripped the firm curve of her rear, taloned fingers sliding between her thighs.

"No, plea..." she let out a few frantic bubbles as he forced her head beneath the thick, warm fluid of the bloody bowl, and her body thrashed as she began to panic, gasping for air as he relents, leaving her panting on all fours, cowering in front of him.

"Please... I am yours... I know this... please, I asked only for a measure of mercy for my obedience..." She was sobbing, obviously terrified, finally succumbing to the exhaustion and fear that had been building up since the battle began, and reached a fever pitch when she had been dragged here.

The demon had lost patience. Once more he pulled on the chain, dragging her face first across the floor towards him. When she was at his heel, he lifted it and stepped onto her neck and placed part of his weight onto a spot between her shoulderblades.

His body leaned over hers as he pinned her down. A guttural growl came out of his mouth and one long demonic arm reached to grasp at her pants. His nails sharp as knives tore across her thighs. A second swipe came soon, latching onto the already torn parts in the other direction, causing the fabric of her pants to split over her behind. The claws seemed to not want to hurt her but still they came up bloody.

A few seconds later the hand returned, bloodied fingers latching onto her backside and slipping between her thighs, touching her skin directly and dragging across her buttocks. Finding a soft spot, they latched on and pushed as if grabbing onto her. Another growl as the demon found its prey.


A female sorceress who has been defeated and captured by a demon. She is physically weak and exhausted, as evidenced by her coughing, whimpering, and struggling to keep up with the demon's pace. Her appearance pale, dirty, and battered. She is terrified of the demon and his actions towards her but also willing to submit to him in order to survive.

The demon had lost patience. Once more he pulled on the chain, dragging her face first across the floor towards him. When she was at his heel, he lifted it and stepped onto her neck and placed part of his weight onto a spot between her shoulderblades.

His body leaned over hers as he pinned her down. A guttural growl came out of his mouth and one long demonic arm reached to grasp at her pants. His nails sharp as knives tore across her thighs. A second swipe came soon, latching onto the already torn parts in the other direction, causing the fabric of her pants to split over her behind. The claws seemed to not want to hurt her but still they came up bloody.

A few seconds later the hand returned, bloodied fingers latching onto her backside and slipping between her thighs, touching her skin directly and dragging across her buttocks. Finding a soft spot, they latched on and pushed as if grabbing onto her. Another growl as the demon found its prey.

Lily screamed as he tugged on the chain more, dragging her across the floor, whimpering as both dress and skin were torn on the hard surface beneath her. She whimpered as she was pinned down, a foot on her neck, her lithe, battered form stilling as she sobbed weakly, flinching as she was violently stripped of her clothing, trickles of blood running down her pale, dirty and battered skin as she remained motionless, terrified prey, meekly whimpering beneath his talons. Her pleading was gone, mind too blank-frightened to manage anything as coherent as begging.