A 47-year-old man with a charming and attractive appearance, including a muscular chest and abs. He is married but appears to be open to engaging in extramarital encounters. Jackson knows how to treat a woman respectfully and skillfully, as demonstrated by his ability to make Esmeralda feel comfortable and desired. Despite his age, he manages to captivate younger women like Esmeralda due to his good looks and mature demeanor.

Jackson was surprised at her reaction to his ogling, or rather the lack of reaction. In fact, when she blushed at his question about her age, rather then the position of his eyes, was all the evidence in the world to make a conclusion; she was interested in him. But interested how? He'd have to press her about the issue sooner or later, but for now it was actually kind of fun to continue this dance of words.

"Little girl? Look at yourself" Jackson said, giving her a grin and a quick swipe of his attention across her body, "If I had some of my friends with me they'd be asking you out to dinner in a heartbeat." Jackson could do nothing but merely grin and watch as her blush turned all the more noticeable upon asking about his own age, his almost alluring look at her possibly causing even more of a reddish hue to gather in her face, "I'm 47" he said, looking at the track ahead. As though trying to talk her out of doing anything serious, he added, "Too old for girls such as you, even though such a thing wouldn't be too... unwanted."

Just as Esmeralda thought: Mr. Jackson was way too old for her. Yet all the guys her age were immature little brats compared to him. Esmeralda knew she'd never find anyone her age with as much charm and good looks as him. She blushed all the more when he remarked at her beauty. "You look good, for your age," she commented. "I wish 20-something year olds looked as good as you. They all look like such jerks. It's painful, really. If I wanted to date a kid, I'd go down to the playground. At least five year olds have more respect and know how to treat a lady better than a 25 year old."

It was obvious at this point where Esmeralda's desires lay, her talk about his body and looks, her annoyance at "kids" her age... all Jackson had to do was ask. The knowledge that this beautiful young thing beside him would be willing to sleep with him if he gave any attempt at seduction was intoxicating, and it was now that Jackson noticed a feeling he hasn't had in a while rushing to a particular organ south of his waist. He didn't just want this, he needed this.

"Speaking of playgrounds" Jackson said as he began to slow down to a light jog, as though wanting to casually talk (amongst other things) with Esmeralda on their way, "there's one close to here. Considering the time I doubt anyone but teens will be nearby, want to go there and perhaps talk?" The way he said talk, and that smile across his lips... Easily implied more could go on them the simple exchange of words.

"Sure," Esmeralda said with a shrug. She had nothing better to do. Besides, why not indulge herself in a little fantasy. Come tomorrow, she might not ever see Mr. Jackson again, and be stuck again with the pigs her own age. She wished all men were as handsome, mature, and respectful as Mr. Jackson.

It was barely a few minutes of brisk jogging until they were out of the woods. The left gave way to a wide, open area meant for general running or soccer, with a playground outfitted close by. To the right of them was the ever present woods, which tapered off until it was a mere buffer zone between the park and the urban development beyond.

As they moved to the playground, Jackson moved to one of the swing sets, "After you" he said, offering the seat to her. As she went to sit down, Jackson seated himself on the one next to her, "This all feels so childish" he said to himself as much as her, "Tell me Esmeralda, what are you interested in perhaps... Doing?"

Jackson wasn't really much for playing games now at this point, his eyes looking her over as he said the last parts of his sentence, she definitely knew what he was asking for.

Esmeralda's heart was pounding as she took her seat. Here she was, alone with the man of her dreams, an older, married man, and, unless her imagination was truly getting the better of her, he was hitting on her. If he were any uglier or younger, she'd suddenly remember she had something to do, and hurry up and leave. As it were, she found this man very attractive. She decided to press her luck. Hopefully, she wouldn't regret her decision.

"Well, I thought we could chat a bit," she began. "But if you have something else in mind, please, do share." She smiled a sweet, girlish smile, her heart hammering out of her chest and an anxious pit forming in her stomach.

"Well," Jackson said, rubbing the chains on the swing as he looked at her longingly, "Ah hell Jackson, do it" his mind was commanding him. This was his chance at something more then another lonely jerk over his toilet, this was a chance at someone who longed to please him.

Jackson got up, walking over to stand in front of Esmeralda, "Well, I was thinking of something... More intimate" he said, leaning down to give her a long, hungry kiss as a hand began to grip her back, slowly sliding down to touch the top of her ass.

Esmeralda's eyes widened when Mr. Jackson gave her the kiss. Usually, she'd strike anyone who dared try something like that on her. But Mr. Jackson wasn't anyone. Those who dared kiss her were virulent young males anyway, whose egos had gone to their heads, and thought they could score easily on a big chested girl simply because they were God's gift to women. Besides, their kisses were more akin to having her lips sucked off by a vacuum. But Mr. Jackson was delicate and light, yet at the same time deep and passionate.

Esmeralda had kissed boys on the lips herself, but those whom she'd graced with such a favor were so shocked that a girl like her would dare kiss them, they didn't know how to respond. Not only was this a man who knew how to kiss, he was a man Esmeralda wanted to kiss. She returned his kiss, and slipped her arms around his chest, and heaved herself to her feet as she pulled herself into an embrace. Mr. Jackson's muscled chest felt surprisingly warm and firm against her massive tits, and his stomach tickled her tight little tummy.

The fact Esmeralda didn't run away upon Jackson's kiss was surprising, but not unaccepted. It was a long, long time for Jackson since a woman last kissed him like this, his mind racing with increasingly lewd thoughts of what he could do with, or to this young body wrapped around his lips. His hands began to explore her back as he kissed her, following her hot, smooth skin under her clothes from cupping her ass, to moving to her upper back. While this was going on, Esmeralda would be able to feel a bulge beginning to form in Jackson's shorts, a testament to her abilities in arousing the old man.

Breaking away from the kiss long enough for her to beg for more, he tugged on the tank top that hid the soft, warm breasts squished against his chest as he said, "What say we take this a bit further then kissing."


A 20 years old woman with an attractive appearance, including blue eyes and large breasts. She is dissatisfied with men her own age, finding them immature and disrespectful. Esmeralda is drawn to older, more mature men like Jackson due to their charm, good looks, and respectful nature. She knows how to assert herself but also displays vulnerability when interacting with someone she finds genuinely appealing.

The fact Esmeralda didn't run away upon Jackson's kiss was surprising, but not unaccepted. It was a long, long time for Jackson since a woman last kissed him like this, his mind racing with increasingly lewd thoughts of what he could do with, or to this young body wrapped around his lips. His hands began to explore her back as he kissed her, following her hot, smooth skin under her clothes from cupping her ass, to moving to her upper back. While this was going on, Esmeralda would be able to feel a bulge beginning to form in Jackson's shorts, a testament to her abilities in arousing the old man.

Breaking away from the kiss long enough for her to beg for more, he tugged on the tank top that hid the soft, warm breasts squished against his chest as he said, "What say we take this a bit further then kissing."

Esmeralda had lost herself in Mr. Jackson's warm embrace. He felt so strong and solid. She squeezed him tighter, not minding the way his hands wouldn't stay in one place. She liked the way his hard, muscular chest and abs felt against her sensitive tummy and her enormous breasts. She giggled when she felt something tickle her thigh. When she did grace a boy with a kiss, she usually did cause erections. When this happened, she'd break the kiss, laugh, and give the boy a tight squeeze against her breasts. That usually made them squirm with embarrassment. But Mr. Jackson wasn't embarrassed. He was a man, not a boy. He knew just how to treat a woman.

When they broke the kiss, Esmeralda didn't answer Mr. Jackson. Instead, she nuzzled her face beneath his chin, and took one hand and ran it across his muscular chest. Her other hand pulled her in close to him on one side, while allowing him easy access to her left breast and her stomach. She leaned slightly into his arms, so that if he let go too much, she'd fall over. She looked up at him with a rapturous gaze in her blue eyes. It was obvious as to her answer.


A man of timeless charm, with an ageless appearance that mirrors his wizardly abilities. His eyes are observant and carry a spark of amusement, reflecting the wisdom of his 187 years. He's disciplined, maintaining emotional restraint despite deep feelings for Aurora. A playful tease, he uses humor to lighten heavy conversations. Despite his magical prowess, there's a humility about him; he doesn't flaunt his powers unless necessary. His protective nature becomes evident in how he holds Aurora close during their levitation, assuring her safety. In essence, Isaac is a guide and guardian figure who balances age-old wisdom with youthful charm.

Isaac walked quietly as he looked at the small lake, he remembered a time when he had taken a young Aurora to the lake to teach her how to swim. He smiled as he thought about the pleasant memory. She had grown up in his vision, even when he wasn't there with her, he kept an eye on the now young woman. He was her guide, that is all he could be. He had to discipline that one single thought into his mind above all others. He was there to help,not be with the woman.

Yet, as he walked into town, he saw her, sitting on the same rock, she always sat on when she knew he was coming to town. Yet, this time, she looked so different, seeing her in her dress made him remember how hard it was, to keep disciplined about her. If he didn't do so, he could fall for her like a sack of potatoes. He would have to ask her to marry him, the marriage in name only was very much needed at this point.

He walked up and waved with a smile, "Hey, are you waiting on someone up there?" he asked looking up at her.

Aurora hummed to herself as she waited, her heart longed to see him again, she felt such a deep connection to him. She finished the wreath of flowers as he called to her. Her heart about skipped a beat and she wanted to run down to him, but she restrained to herself she was a woman now not some silly girl. She rose from the rock elegantly and walked over to him, as she drew closer though he step quickened and embraced him kissing his cheek. "You came back" she said softly

Isaac smiled as he looked at her, She had grown so much in the time since he had last visited this place. He smiled as he looked into her eyes, his own amazed at how much she had changed over the course of a year. He kept track of her, yes, but she was very much the woman she would be. He looked at her and returned the hug, "Well now, I can't just leave you be, how are you, how are things, any young men chasing after you," he asked with a smile on his face. He knew the answer, already, but it was fun to tease Aurora anyhow.

Aurora smiled as she looked him over. He was always so handsome, she vibrant purple eyes seem to sparkle as she looked at him. "Well, I am glad you could not leave me be" she said with her bright, but her cheeks blushed a little as he asked her if any young men have been after. "I suppose there have been a few fellas after me, however they are just boys more interested in my looks then anything else about me. And i don't want to be someone Trophy wife"

Isaac nodded as he somehow never did notice the effects he had on her. Maybe it was cause of the fact he had to in his mind not be with her, that he couldn't see the obvious facts written right before his face all over her actions. He nodded his head and smiled, "I am sure you will find someone, that will care for you much more then that," he said with a smile on his face. He hoped she didn't read to much into that. "Well, I do need to spend some time with you, and I do have to ask you something very important, and talk about something important this time I am here."

Aurora looked at him her eyes soften a little "perhaps I have he just doesn't realize my affections for him yet, but perhaps in time" she then grew a little excited that he wanted to spend some time with her this time. "Sure you can ask me anything, you know i am always free to spend time with you" She gave him a smile wondering what could be so important.

Isaac looked at her and blinked wondering for a moment what she was getting again, and having a feeling she should know. Most likely thought it was his own denial of his feelings for her, that prevented him from seeing her feelings for himself. "Yeah, it is a life changer," he said with a smile, "I think we should take a walk, if you really want we can go over this right now," he said thinking of the good luck of having her away from the village, which would be the best place to tell her, of their true nature, as well as ask her for marriage so he could protect her, and start his job as her guide in life.

Aurora smiled, "Yes of course we can walk and talk about what is on your mind" She began walking with him, as she walked she longed to hold his hand like a couple would, however she knew better, she knew that he had not shown any feelings like that towards her. She sighed to herself as they walked wondering what could be so important.

Isaac walked quietly thinking about the situation, and how to explain it to her. It would all be so new to her, so strange as well. Maybe it would even be well unbelievable to her. "Well, Aurora, I have come to this village for a long time, every year since you were born, but as I am sure you have noticed, I haven't really changed. You, see I am a wizard, one who happens to be around 187 years old. I am a immortal wizard as it were, one who has been around for this whole time, and will live forever most likely. You see, I aged to this age, before I stopped aging completely. You, have reached your final age too Aurora, this is why I tell you this, you are like me, chosen to life forever. I am here, watching out for you, so that I can be your guide in this journey and help you adapt to the changes that are coming."

He knew this would be hard for her to understand, or to take in, but he figured being straight, and honest, with her, would save problems down the line. He walked quietly as he knew that she would most defiantly have some type of reaction to his comments about her.

Aurora forehead wrinkled as he spoke. Of course she had noticed over the years he was never changing never aging. She just thought he was one of those men that aged well. But then as he explained the reason for it she wondered if he was just joking with her, she never heard such a thing before in her life. But then as he stated she was just like him she thought the joke had gone to far. She froze in her tracks just looking at him. "Isaac this is far from funny, I mean really would you want me to believe in something like this, and what if other heard you, they would think you crazy"

Isaac wasn't surprised by the reaction from Aurora, it made a lot of logical sense that she would reply like this. He had to show her, something, to let her know that he was different. Then he could convince she was like him, though that would be a challenger perhaps. He looked into her eyes, his own shining a bit more then normal as he smiled keeping her focus off his feet actually. He smiled and when he looked down, they were 20 feet above the ground his hand holding her close to himself.

"You see, I am not lying, I am sure they would find me crazy, but I don't find myself such, never been crazy ever," he said with a calm tone, "I am who I say I am, and you are who I know you to be, Aurora. I am here to help, I have been coming here just to see you all these years, I am you um kind of guide, as it were," hoping she was able to listen to him, holding her in a protective manner to tell her she was safe with him.

Aurora was a little surprised that he didn't argue right away, instead he moved closer to her. Before she knew or understood they were off the ground, once she realized that fact she grew a little frighten and hugged him closer to him afraid to let go. Her body was pressed so tight to him, she looked into his eyes again. "But how? How can you be what you say you are, I mean for most what you can do can only be found in fairy stories not in life"

Isaac had no clue she had developed so much still she was so close to himself. Keeping himself in check was a task and half at this point. The feel of her body against his, was almost enough to stir up his feelings for the woman, alone. He smiled as they floated on the winds, "I was born like this, kind of, long ago, I was born, and grew up to be this age, then I had found a old book, which I used to learn. Later, I meet a group who took me in, and well trained me. I was told I would meet you and be your guide even before your birth," he said as he looked into her beautiful eyes, "Maybe those stories are all true, just people stopped believing in them, and lost there connection to such a world."


A vibrant young woman with sparkling purple eyes that reflect her lively spirit and deep affection for Isaac. She's grown from a girl into an elegant woman under Isaac's watchful eye, carrying herself with grace and dignity. Her beauty attracts suitors, but she seeks more than shallow admiration; she desires genuine connection. She's not afraid to express her feelings openly, albeit subtly hinting at her affection towards Isaac. Despite the shocking revelations about her destiny, she exhibits resilience and curiosity, questioning the fantastical instead of outright dismissing it. This shows an open-mindedness in her character. In essence, Aurora is a blend of youthful charm and mature wisdom wrapped in an attractive package.

Aurora was a little surprised that he didn't argue right away, instead he moved closer to her. Before she knew or understood they were off the ground, once she realized that fact she grew a little frighten and hugged him closer to him afraid to let go. Her body was pressed so tight to him, she looked into his eyes again. "But how? How can you be what you say you are, I mean for most what you can do can only be found in fairy stories not in life"


A dominant and confident man, unafraid to express his desires openly. His assertiveness suggests he might be physically imposing or attractive, which could contribute to his self-assured demeanor. He's also shown to be caring and considerate, taking time to ensure Aria's comfort during their intimate encounter. Despite possessing the power of control, he respects her agency, implying a deep-seated respect for her as an individual beyond their sexual relationship.

"Yes, mine." Erik uttered slowly before he took her chin in her hand, pulling her closer to his body. Slipping his arms around her, one across her hips and the other across her shoulders, he kissed her. He was unhindered in his attempts, the ring pulling her tighter to his will and his desires. His kiss, despite soaked in lust, was slow, soft, like he was promising to take care of her, despite the mental takeover he was incorporating.

Aria felt Erik's arms wrap around her. Her skin burning from his touch as his lips were now on hers kissing her. She slipped her arms around him returning his kiss deeply yet slowly. The power in her mind mixing with her already attraction to him.

Rubbing at her side, Erik felt a surge of power roll through his body. He needed to be with her, he needed to feel her body after knowing her for so long. "Aria... I've yearned for your body for so long. To feel your skin, your touch, I need it. Strip down to your under things, Princess." As he spoke "Princess" now, it sounded like a pet name, a name for his newfound pet: Aria, his "bitch" as Slyvia would have said.

Aria looked up at him as he spoke. His words forming in her mind as she nodded and took a step back. She looked him in the eye as she slowly untied her dress. Her movements fluid as if she had practiced how she would undress for him. She shrugged the dress off and let it fall to a puddle of fabric at her feet. She took hold of her silk panties and slid them off before stepping out of them. She stood naked now, looking at her best friend. The magic inside of her have taken over her thoughts as she stepped closer to him again.

He wanted to fell her skin. She took his hand on hers and placed it on her bare breast.

Groping at her bare breast, the air was cool by comparison to the heat rolling off her body. Slowly, Erik kissed Aria once again, this time with equal parts lust and passion. He cradled her lower hips, keeping her tight enough that she could feel his erection press through his trousers still.

"You have engorged me, Lady Aria. Release me from my clothes and lay with me... please." He asked please, even if he didn't need to. He could telepathically read that she was already activating by every word he spoke. Mind slave or not, he wanted to treat her fairly.

Aria kissed him back, matching the passion he was giving to her. She kept her hands on his chest as a soft moan escaped her lips. She moved her hips slighting so that she was rubbing him through his pants. She looked up at him as he spoke to her. She nodded before taking a step back. She began to undress him from top to bottom. As she pulled his pants down, she waiting for him to step out of them before tossing his clothes to the side. She looked up at him as she stayed on her knees waiting for her next command.

As she removed his pants, Erik gave a little bump of his hips, letting his thick member bounce out to slap her cheek. He couldn't help but grin as he stared down at her, his confidence over the moon as he watched her kneel so close to his hard cock.

"Aria... pleasure me with your mouth. Suck me into your lips." He breathed to her, his heart rapid in his ribcage. Even though he was an animal for Lady Sylvia, he was just a young man exploring his avenues with Aria. Even with the power of control, he could distinguish childhood love for adult male lust.

Aria nodded slowly. "Yes, Sir Erik" she looked at his cock again before taking it in her hand firmly. She leaned forward and slowly took his cock into her mouth just the tip at first. She began to suck on the tip of his cock moving her tongue around slowly.

As she continued she felt him get harder in her mouth. She began to suck on more of his length moving quicker this time before she moved him in a little more. As she sucked on his cock, one hand continued to stroke the shaft. The free hand playing with his balls gently as her mouth continued to work.

Erik had never imagined such a beautiful sight as Aria sucking along his cock. Sure, he imagined it for years, even spilled some of his fluid imagining it. Yet watching her suck his tip, stroke his shaft, and fondle his balls, it was a lot. He was very expressive, groaning on as she continued to suck.

"Princess! Oh my lord, suck my cock! You love my cock! It's only hard for you!" He encouraged her as he reached down and threaded his hands into her hair tightly, guiding her along.

Aria continued to stroke his shalt and play with his balls until she felt his hands in her hair. She then moved her hands to his legs bracing herself slightly. She listened to his words. Her mind clouding slightly as they moved around inside of her head. His command the only thing she could focus on as she began to suck on him more.

Her head moving easily with his hands. His cock moving in and out of her mouth quickly before she began to deep throat him. The tip of his cock brushing against the back of her throat for a moment before she pulled it out again. Taking a breath of air before taking his cock back in.

Holding her head, he loved her soft thin fingers across his thighs. She felt so much more delicate than Slyvia. Sylvia was built for abuse, Aria was precision and lovemaking. But he knew she would be able to handle any amount of love Erik could inflict upon her.

After a few good rhythms of Aria deep-throating him, he pulled from her mouth, grabbed his head, stroked it slightly, then nodded to her. "Are you wet? Aria? Is your princess pussy wet from my cock?" He asked her, his breathing heavy. He stroked himself as he glanced down to her lap, wondering if he could see a gleam, or maybe see if she was still naturally hairy, he wondered if the princess could shave herself or if the maids did. How many maids had seen her pussy, he wondered

Aria looked up at him and nodded. She stood up slowly and took his hand placing it between her legs. Her pushy very much wet for him. "I'm wet for you, Sir."

She took a few steps until she was standing in front of a bench. She bent over placing her hands on the bench, ass sticking out to him. She waited for her next command but until then she stood there. Legs spread. Pussy waiting for him to take her as he always wanted to.

Feeling up and otherwise fondling her pussy folds, Erik leaned in to kiss her lip gently, just teasing her mouth. As she staged herself with her hips out, legs spread, and pussy Dripping, he just licked his fingers clean, then stepped up behind her.

"Keep your voice down. We don't want to get interrupted." He told her, his breathing slower once more, but his chest was still hot. Guiding his cock to her hot slit, he slowly licked it between her folds before piercing her slowly, gently giving her an inch every few seconds. He could feel her walls, crying to be filled, but also how soft and virginal they were.

Aria nodded as he told her to be quiet. she held onto the back of the bench tightly as she felt his hand on her hips, holding her in place. She bit her tongue softly as she felt the tip of his hard cock brushing against her. As she felt him slowly enter, she dropped her head, looking down at the bench as her walls expanded to allow him in. She held her breath as every inch went deeper and deeper into her. Her mind and body loving the feeling of him inside of her. "Does my pussy feel good around your cock?" She asked innocently? Her mind begging to know if she was pleasing him as he asked her to.

"You feel fantastic, lady Aria. You were made for me and my cock!" Erik choked out, the pleasure more than enough to take his breath away for only a moment. As he settled into her depths, his hefty sack laid against her hot and little jewel, their bodies burning up with need for one another.

After giving her a few moments of needed adjustment, Erik began to pull and pump his hips, dragging his shaft through her clenching walls. Every few jabs he'd give her a low moan, a reminder for how good she felt to him.


A submissive yet assertive woman, exuding an air of elegance and sensuality. Her willingness to follow Erik's commands indicates a trusting nature, while her ability to match his passion suggests a hidden fire within her. She carries herself with grace and poise, hinting at an inherent sophistication. Her body language---fluid movements and steady gaze---points to a well-groomed and attractive appearance. Despite the power dynamics at play, she retains her agency by actively participating in their intimate encounters, showcasing strength in vulnerability.

Aria nodded as he told her to be quiet. she held onto the back of the bench tightly as she felt his hand on her hips, holding her in place. She bit her tongue softly as she felt the tip of his hard cock brushing against her. As she felt him slowly enter, she dropped her head, looking down at the bench as her walls expanded to allow him in. She held her breath as every inch went deeper and deeper into her. Her mind and body loving the feeling of him inside of her. "Does my pussy feel good around your cock?" She asked innocently? Her mind begging to know if she was pleasing him as he asked her to.


A kitsune demi, indicating that he has features reminiscent of a fox such as ears and tail. His physique has a flat stomach (when not indulging in vore), bountiful buttocks, and swaying hips, suggesting an attractive, curvaceous body type. Shiro's personality is adventurous and open-minded, easily adapting to the new world of Rakuen and its unique practices. He's also flirtatious yet somewhat shy when confronted with explicit sexual situations. Despite this initial shyness, he displays a willingness to engage in these experiences which indicates an underlying confidence or curiosity.

As Shiro followed Cleo around Brightshore, he could feel the sun warming his skin quite well, and he felt glad that he decided to skip clothes. "Oh jeez... It feels like summer back in my world right now... I'm glad I decided to just wear the trunks." As they walked along, Shiro took in the splendor of Brightshore, and the incredible variety of the denizens. He blushed seeing the amount of varied people, sizes and shapes that he was seeing, and his mind wandered as he wondered who was inside every round bellied person he saw.

"The more time I am here, the more I realize I'm really going to like it here." As they moved on, Shiro and Cleo ended up getting fruit drinks made with the Font's water, since Shiro really hadn't had anything to drink yet since coming to Rakuen. He knew he didn't need anything but the Font's water to live here, but the fruit of Rakuen tasted heavenly. "Oh my goodness, the fruit in this world tastes much better than anything my old world could produce!"

"I'm no expert on farming or working with fruits and all that, but they tell me it's because there's no pollutants, natural or otherwise, to contaminate the fruits, or something like that" Cleo explained. "With the Font of Life touching every part of the island, pretty much everything that grows is filled with good stuff and energy and all that"

As they took the time to enjoy their drinks, every now and then Cleo would share a nod of greeting or even a verbal exchange with almost everyone he knew, and all his acquaintances in turn took the chance to eye up Shiro when he was introduced, along with the promise that they should 'meet up some time' followed by either a wink, or for some more confident and brazen, a light slap of the booty.

Cleo would eventually lead Shiro to large, homely looking building that overlooked the beach. Taking a look at Shiro's key, Cleo lead Shiro up some stairs on the side of the building, and gestured to a door on the first floor, which had the same number as Shiro's key. "Well... your castle awaits" Cleo said with a grin, waiting for Shiro to open the door to his new home.

Shiro nodded as they walked along, enjoying his drink and getting a chance to meet more people, though he wasn't used to being eyed up so much, although he did find it quite flattering, especially with the light slaps on his rump. When they got to Shiro's building, Shiro was a little shocked at the size of it. "Oh wow... Apartment buildings that were this big back in my old world would have been way outside the range of what I could afford." Once Cleo showed him where his door was, he took a breath before using his key to unlock the door. When he opened the door, he was taken aback at the inside of the house. It wasn't massive, but it was bigger on the inside than the outside would have led you to believe.

It was furnished very well, and all the furniture looked beyond comfortable. "Oh wow... This is incredible..." Everything was large, obviously made to support the needs of the citizens of Rakuen and their leisure activities. The tub was large enough to fit more than one person with an overfull belly very easily, and the bed was massive too. It was a circular bed, covered in very soft fur blankets and plenty of pillows of various sizes. Shiro would have no trouble sleeping in this world. "Does everyone get a home like this one...?" There was even a space for preparing food, though it was mostly empty and mainly had cups for drinking water.

"Well, obviously other people's places are decorated differently... The guy who lives below you might be more into the... 'gothic' style or whatever it's called" Cleo remarked, as he sauntered inside the apartment, starting to remove his hat and his own sandals, hanging them both near the door. "But in terms of size and furniture... yeah, pretty much everyone's got a place like this... Mine's personally more of a beach hut because I love the water and the sand"

Cleo removed his sunglasses and set them aside on one of the kitchen counters, before he walked over to the bed and sat himself down on it, facing Shiro. "Well... this is it. No more responsibilities or regrets, worries or apprehensions... Whatever you want to do now, Hisagi Shiro, is entirely up to you. You can stay at home and come to terms with things, you can hit the streets and see the people and the stores, you can hit the beach and chill, or you could even explore outside of Brightshores... You're not expected to stay forever, but you'll always have a home amongst us... Welcome, to Rakuen" Cleo finished, with a dramatic spread of his arms.

After that, he smirked, and leaned back so that he could push his tight trunks off of his body, revealing his generously sized junk once again. He kicked the trunks aside before laying back against Shiro's new bed. "...and if you're looking for somewhere to start, then when you're ready... I want you to get over here, and sit on my face" Cleo told him, grinning widely.

Shiro smiled as Cleo talked to him. He was fully at ease as he talked to the lion demi, and very excited to explore Brightshore once he got an opportunity to do so. However, Shiro blushed bright red as he saw Cleo strip off his trunks, revealing his massive genitalia again. Upon hearing the lion demi's request, Shiro blushed even more, but he smiled after a bit. "Well, I did say that you could get more time with my rump..."

The kitsune demi then pushed his own trunks down to the floor and stepped out of them, leaving him naked for the lion demi once again. Shiro had finished absorbing everything that Cleo gave him last time, and his stomach was once again flat. He smiled and climbed onto the bed next to Cleo before moving up to the lion demi's head and positioning himself over it, giving the lion demi a full view of his bountiful booty. "All right... Here I go..." Shiro slowly lowered himself down until he was sitting on Cleo's face, his ass cheeks very gently squeezing around Cleo's face.

A wide grin was on Cleo's face as he watched Shiro strip off his trunks and start coming over towards where he lay, the lion's eyes on those swaying hips and big, bouncy booty. He'd been looking forward to this moment since he first laid eyes on Shiro's body back at the Font. Shiro could easily see how excited Cleo was, as the lion's big cock began to rise and stiffen from the lifeguard's arousal.

Once he felt the plush warmth of Shiro's cheeks against is face, Cleo went to town. Latching his hands around Shiro's thighs, Cleo began to kiss and lick and slurp up all he could, sucking on the flesh of Shiro's cheeks and eating out the kitsune's ass with gusto, pressing his face deep between those cheeks, practically swallowed by them... though not entirely, not yet.

Shiro was a bit surprised as he felt Cleo's arms latch around his thighs, but this was replaced with constant moans as he felt Cleo start to eat him out. "Oh my gods... I've never-ah!-been eaten out before... this feels-ngh!-amazing..." Shiro's own cock started to harden fully as he felt the lion demi under his rump. The way he was facing let him see Cleo's own cock get erect, and he couldn't help but reach over and rub Cleo's massive shaft.

The huge cock twitched and pulsed in Shiro's hands, and it was more than big enough for Shiro to be able to put both his hands around it. Cleo let out a hum of delight, which echoed against the skin of Shiro's rump, practically being worshipped by the lion at this point. Cleo was making out hard with the pucker of Shiro's ass, lathering and slickening it up.

"...Alright Shiro, get ready, because I'm about to be your first" Cleo calls out. He reaches his hands down and grabs Cleo's ass cheeks in either hand, giving those buns a firm squeeze, before pulling them apart to expose Shiro's butthole. With a wicked grin and a final lick to the pucker... Cleo shoves his face into the ass, firmly.

What may have once been impossible to Shiro would now prove to be very much possible, and very much pleasurable, as he would feel his skin and sphincter stretch, to accept the incoming arrival.

Shiro wanted to ask what Cleo meant when he said that he would be the kitsune's first, but this was cut off by a surprised moan as he felt Cleo start to push into his ass. He didn't expect Cleo to actually fit, but the lion demi easily sank into that ass, the kitsune's tail hole stretching easily and accepting Cleo no problem. "Oh... gods..." Shiro couldn't even speak at this point, hugging Cleo's pulsing cock as he felt his ass and midsection stretch out to accept Cleo's head.

With his entire head somehow up Shiro's ass, giving him the deepest and biggest fucking of his life, Cleo then brought his hands back in and started to slide them in at either side of his head. His hands were in, and then his wrists, and then his arms sank deep... deep into Shiro's ass and up his insides. With the lion's shoulders being next, Shiro's ass painlessly, but very immensely pleasurably, still continued to stretch around the invading lion. Eventually, Shiro felt his own muscles trying to pull Cleo inside, as if his body was working automatically, as if his own body itself wanted to drag Cleo inside.

Cleo groaned from the attention his cock received, and his groan echoed through Shiro's ass; the kitsune could feel every single one of his motions and even his breaths inside of him.

Shiro groaned in pleasure as he felt Cleo stretching him out so completely, his belly slowly growing out as he slowly dragged Cleo deeper and deeper in. The kitsune demi was so overloaded with pleasure that he couldn't help but hug and gently hump the lion demi's cock as his body sank deeper and deeper into Shiro's ass. Cleo would be able to feel every movement that Shiro made, whether it be the arms around his massive cock, or the bulge he made in the kitsune demi's belly pressing against it. Shiro would bring a hand down to his swelling belly and moan out. "Cleo... This feels beyond amazing... "

Cleo grinned before letting out a groan from his cock being handled. His hands, already deep inside of Shiro and pressing out against the skin of his abdomen, clutched and grabbed and squeezed whatever surface he had a hold of, always the soft, squishy, fleshy insides of his companion. He couldn't see, but he could definitely feel everything that was happening. He used his grip to pull himself deeper, his upper body inside of Shiro's ass, have of his entire frame in total. That huge cock of the lion's was now tight against Shiro's body and constantly pressed against the kitsune's grinding dick. A squirt of pre-cum would splash Shiro in the face, although a 'squirt' from Cleo's gonads was like a normal-sized cum facial anyway, as his white seed sprayed into Shiro's face.

Shiro was a moaning mess as he felt Cleo sinking into him, and the blast of pre cum in his face from Cleo's massive cock made him release a bit of pre as well, though it was barely anything compared to Cleo. Shiro held onto Cleo's cock for as long as he could, but eventually the cock began to move away from him and move between the lion demi's legs as his lower body started to sink into Shiro's body. Shiro lied back on the bed, close enough to the edge of the bed that if either of them came, then the bed would stay clean. Shiro gently caressed his growing belly as he felt Cleo entering his body more and more, the lion demi's legs and massive shaft gradually disappearing between the kitsune demi's bountiful butt.

A combination of Shiro's inner muscles and Cleo's own efforts were allowing the chiseled young lion to sink deeper into Shiro's rear depths. Ever since his shoulders had entered Shiro's ass, Cleo had been smoothly, but oh-so erotically sliding through the tight yet slick innards of the kitsune, his every motion certainly lighting up Shiro's senses. His trim waist and bubbly butt, nowhere near as bouncy as Shiro's own though, sunk in without a problem. All that indeed remained, were legs, cock and balls, and Shiro certainly felt the last two sink in.

Once Cleo's sizable balls were eventually squeezed, practically stuffed into Shiro's ass, his throbbing cock and pair of legs followed quite soon after, assisted by Cleo using his hands to push against the walls of Shiro's stomach to leverage himself deeper. It was happening. Shiro could look down, and see the distinct bulging outline of another person filling up his stomach, and very soon, Cleo would be entirely within that stomach.

Shiro almost climaxed on the spot as he felt Cleo's large balls stuff themselves into his ass, though he managed to hold on, only managing to moan as he felt the lion demi's legs and throbbing cock enter his body, his ass closing over Cleo's toes and cock head as his belly finished growing, but still shifting as he pulled Cleo into his belly. Finally, the way back through Shiro's bowels closed behind Cleo, and he was safely tucked into Shiro's belly, massive junk and all. The kitsune could only moan and rub his belly, feeling every bulge that the lion demi made in him.

"Oh gods Cleo... this is so wonderful... are you okay in there...?" Shiro was panting with his moaning, still shivering in pleasure from being stretched so wide.

"Hnngn... one sec..." Cleo grunted in response, as Shiro could feel him shifting, every motion he made, into a better position, particularly for his hard, and huge cock. The bulges in Shiro's stomach moved to show Cleo's actions, as he parted his legs and dragged his cock against the walls of Shiro's stomach until his member was finally, comfortably upright. With his body completely comfortable inside the tight stomach of the kitsune, Cleo began to relax into it's back. "Damn Shiro, you're a natural at this, or your ass is, anyway" He said with a chuckle. "You took me in so easily, I'm actually impressed... that butt of yours is gonna make you real popular if you let it" He said with a snicker.

Shiro's belly was burgeoning like it never had before. It was almost as if he looked pregnant with a fully grown human inside of him. Though most of Cleo was making bumps and bulges against the skin of Shiro's stomach, some parts were more defined... like where his feet were propped against the stomach wall.

Shiro moaned out gently as he felt each little movement Cleo made in his body, and as he felt his body start to relax, he climbed further up the bed covered in pelt like blankets and pillows, getting comfortable as he held his now massive belly. It was nice and round, but bumpy and bulgy as well, especially where he felt Cleo's feet. "That was a lot more tiring than I expected it to be... This feels beyond wonderful, but I'm exhausted... I can't believe you were able to eat me and walk the distance it took to get to Brightshore from the Font..." Shiro gingerly rubbed his belly, also slightly more firmly rubbing where he felt Cleo's cock in his belly.

"You'll get used to it" Cleo assured Shiro with a smirk as he felt Shiro's hands pressing against him through the skin, and chuckling to himself when Shiro had found the bulge that was his cock and gave it more attention. Cleo grinned, and pressed his dick against the wall, making the huge outline of it against Shiro's big, squishy belly. It was actually forced to follow the curve of Shiro's stomach walls, since Cleo's cock was actually longer than Shiro's stomach was tall on the inside. "Like everything, you just need the time to let your mind and your body adjust to what your new capabilities are" Cleo told him.

Shiro murred a bit and smiled as he saw the outline of Cleo's cock in his belly, and he rubbed it gently, not enough to try to get Cleo to climax, but just to feel good. "I see. I guess the best way to learn how to do that is to experiment with what my capabilities are. This is actually really good practice, and it feels really good too." Shiro happily rubbed his belly, but then Cleo would hear the kitsune demi yawn, and his heartbeat started to relax, not in a way that indicated him being in danger, but just that he was tired. "Oh wow... I'm suddenly really sleepy..."

Cleo gave a smirk as he felt Shiro's yawn from inside, feeling his body move all around him from the intake of air. "Get some sleep if you're tired... I'm not going anywhere, and you've not got any pressing matters to attend to... Oh, but just so you know, the nights here aren't really that dark, and they're always pretty warm, so you don't have to worry about getting cold in the night" Cleo told him, as he relaxed back against the stomach wall, Shiro feeling his weight inside of him against his body.

Shiro smiled as he felt Cleo relax against the side of his belly that was supported by his body, and rubbed his belly. "Thanks Cleo... I'll let you out in the morning..." Shiro cutely placed a kiss on the top of his belly before lying back on his bed, his back rested on his pillows in a way that he was lying at an angle instead of flatly, and relaxed completely, letting his eyes drift shut. Cleo would hear Shiro's breathing soften, and he could feel the kitsune gently holding his belly in his sleep.

"Hah!" Cleo laughed. "Don't worry about letting me out, Shiro, you just enjoy it and get used to it, I'll be fine" The lion insisted as he snuggled against the back wall. He smirked, as he felt Shiro's kiss against his body, specifically his cockhead, which was pressed against the roof of the dome. Cleo gave a smile as he felt the body around him quieten and grow still, before he himself started to relax and let himself drift to sleep, smiling wider as he felt the arm cupped around him through the stomach walls.

The two slept soundly throughout the rest of the day and the night, and when the sun started to rise again, Shiro was the first to stir. As his consciousness became more clear, the events of the previous day flooded into his mind, and a smile crossed his lips. He looked down and saw the massive belly that he was sporting, and he could feel the weight of the lion demi. He very carefully got up and made his way to where he saw the bathroom for the house, opting to take a bath while not waking up Cleo right away. He filled up the tub with warm/hot water and dropped in a bath bomb that was provided with the house, letting the tub get sudsy before stepping in, relaxing in the water as it warmed his body, and making sure Cleo kept comfortably warm too.


A lion demi, meaning he has features reminiscent of a lion such as mane and tail. He has a muscular body with large genitalia, suggesting a strong and physically imposing figure. His personality comes across as confident and assertive, often leading the interactions between him and Shiro. He's also flirtatious and sexually open-minded, actively engaging in explicit situations without hesitation. Furthermore, his knowledge about Rakuen's unique aspects indicates an intellectual side to his character. Despite his bold demeanor, he shows care for Shiro's comfort during their intimate encounters which suggests an underlying tenderness or consideration for others.

As Shiro followed Cleo around Brightshore, he could feel the sun warming his skin quite well, and he felt glad that he decided to skip clothes. "Oh jeez... It feels like summer back in my world right now... I'm glad I decided to just wear the trunks." As they walked along, Shiro took in the splendor of Brightshore, and the incredible variety of the denizens. He blushed seeing the amount of varied people, sizes and shapes that he was seeing, and his mind wandered as he wondered who was inside every round bellied person he saw.

"The more time I am here, the more I realize I'm really going to like it here." As they moved on, Shiro and Cleo ended up getting fruit drinks made with the Font's water, since Shiro really hadn't had anything to drink yet since coming to Rakuen. He knew he didn't need anything but the Font's water to live here, but the fruit of Rakuen tasted heavenly. "Oh my goodness, the fruit in this world tastes much better than anything my old world could produce!"

"I'm no expert on farming or working with fruits and all that, but they tell me it's because there's no pollutants, natural or otherwise, to contaminate the fruits, or something like that" Cleo explained. "With the Font of Life touching every part of the island, pretty much everything that grows is filled with good stuff and energy and all that"

As they took the time to enjoy their drinks, every now and then Cleo would share a nod of greeting or even a verbal exchange with almost everyone he knew, and all his acquaintances in turn took the chance to eye up Shiro when he was introduced, along with the promise that they should 'meet up some time' followed by either a wink, or for some more confident and brazen, a light slap of the booty.

Cleo would eventually lead Shiro to large, homely looking building that overlooked the beach. Taking a look at Shiro's key, Cleo lead Shiro up some stairs on the side of the building, and gestured to a door on the first floor, which had the same number as Shiro's key. "Well... your castle awaits" Cleo said with a grin, waiting for Shiro to open the door to his new home.

Shiro nodded as they walked along, enjoying his drink and getting a chance to meet more people, though he wasn't used to being eyed up so much, although he did find it quite flattering, especially with the light slaps on his rump. When they got to Shiro's building, Shiro was a little shocked at the size of it. "Oh wow... Apartment buildings that were this big back in my old world would have been way outside the range of what I could afford." Once Cleo showed him where his door was, he took a breath before using his key to unlock the door. When he opened the door, he was taken aback at the inside of the house. It wasn't massive, but it was bigger on the inside than the outside would have led you to believe.

It was furnished very well, and all the furniture looked beyond comfortable. "Oh wow... This is incredible..." Everything was large, obviously made to support the needs of the citizens of Rakuen and their leisure activities. The tub was large enough to fit more than one person with an overfull belly very easily, and the bed was massive too. It was a circular bed, covered in very soft fur blankets and plenty of pillows of various sizes. Shiro would have no trouble sleeping in this world. "Does everyone get a home like this one...?" There was even a space for preparing food, though it was mostly empty and mainly had cups for drinking water.

"Well, obviously other people's places are decorated differently... The guy who lives below you might be more into the... 'gothic' style or whatever it's called" Cleo remarked, as he sauntered inside the apartment, starting to remove his hat and his own sandals, hanging them both near the door. "But in terms of size and furniture... yeah, pretty much everyone's got a place like this... Mine's personally more of a beach hut because I love the water and the sand"

Cleo removed his sunglasses and set them aside on one of the kitchen counters, before he walked over to the bed and sat himself down on it, facing Shiro. "Well... this is it. No more responsibilities or regrets, worries or apprehensions... Whatever you want to do now, Hisagi Shiro, is entirely up to you. You can stay at home and come to terms with things, you can hit the streets and see the people and the stores, you can hit the beach and chill, or you could even explore outside of Brightshores... You're not expected to stay forever, but you'll always have a home amongst us... Welcome, to Rakuen" Cleo finished, with a dramatic spread of his arms.

After that, he smirked, and leaned back so that he could push his tight trunks off of his body, revealing his generously sized junk once again. He kicked the trunks aside before laying back against Shiro's new bed. "...and if you're looking for somewhere to start, then when you're ready... I want you to get over here, and sit on my face" Cleo told him, grinning widely.

Shiro smiled as Cleo talked to him. He was fully at ease as he talked to the lion demi, and very excited to explore Brightshore once he got an opportunity to do so. However, Shiro blushed bright red as he saw Cleo strip off his trunks, revealing his massive genitalia again. Upon hearing the lion demi's request, Shiro blushed even more, but he smiled after a bit. "Well, I did say that you could get more time with my rump..."

The kitsune demi then pushed his own trunks down to the floor and stepped out of them, leaving him naked for the lion demi once again. Shiro had finished absorbing everything that Cleo gave him last time, and his stomach was once again flat. He smiled and climbed onto the bed next to Cleo before moving up to the lion demi's head and positioning himself over it, giving the lion demi a full view of his bountiful booty. "All right... Here I go..." Shiro slowly lowered himself down until he was sitting on Cleo's face, his ass cheeks very gently squeezing around Cleo's face.

A wide grin was on Cleo's face as he watched Shiro strip off his trunks and start coming over towards where he lay, the lion's eyes on those swaying hips and big, bouncy booty. He'd been looking forward to this moment since he first laid eyes on Shiro's body back at the Font. Shiro could easily see how excited Cleo was, as the lion's big cock began to rise and stiffen from the lifeguard's arousal.

Once he felt the plush warmth of Shiro's cheeks against is face, Cleo went to town. Latching his hands around Shiro's thighs, Cleo began to kiss and lick and slurp up all he could, sucking on the flesh of Shiro's cheeks and eating out the kitsune's ass with gusto, pressing his face deep between those cheeks, practically swallowed by them... though not entirely, not yet.

Shiro was a bit surprised as he felt Cleo's arms latch around his thighs, but this was replaced with constant moans as he felt Cleo start to eat him out. "Oh my gods... I've never-ah!-been eaten out before... this feels-ngh!-amazing..." Shiro's own cock started to harden fully as he felt the lion demi under his rump. The way he was facing let him see Cleo's own cock get erect, and he couldn't help but reach over and rub Cleo's massive shaft.

The huge cock twitched and pulsed in Shiro's hands, and it was more than big enough for Shiro to be able to put both his hands around it. Cleo let out a hum of delight, which echoed against the skin of Shiro's rump, practically being worshipped by the lion at this point. Cleo was making out hard with the pucker of Shiro's ass, lathering and slickening it up.

"...Alright Shiro, get ready, because I'm about to be your first" Cleo calls out. He reaches his hands down and grabs Cleo's ass cheeks in either hand, giving those buns a firm squeeze, before pulling them apart to expose Shiro's butthole. With a wicked grin and a final lick to the pucker... Cleo shoves his face into the ass, firmly.

What may have once been impossible to Shiro would now prove to be very much possible, and very much pleasurable, as he would feel his skin and sphincter stretch, to accept the incoming arrival.

Shiro wanted to ask what Cleo meant when he said that he would be the kitsune's first, but this was cut off by a surprised moan as he felt Cleo start to push into his ass. He didn't expect Cleo to actually fit, but the lion demi easily sank into that ass, the kitsune's tail hole stretching easily and accepting Cleo no problem. "Oh... gods..." Shiro couldn't even speak at this point, hugging Cleo's pulsing cock as he felt his ass and midsection stretch out to accept Cleo's head.

With his entire head somehow up Shiro's ass, giving him the deepest and biggest fucking of his life, Cleo then brought his hands back in and started to slide them in at either side of his head. His hands were in, and then his wrists, and then his arms sank deep... deep into Shiro's ass and up his insides. With the lion's shoulders being next, Shiro's ass painlessly, but very immensely pleasurably, still continued to stretch around the invading lion. Eventually, Shiro felt his own muscles trying to pull Cleo inside, as if his body was working automatically, as if his own body itself wanted to drag Cleo inside.

Cleo groaned from the attention his cock received, and his groan echoed through Shiro's ass; the kitsune could feel every single one of his motions and even his breaths inside of him.

Shiro groaned in pleasure as he felt Cleo stretching him out so completely, his belly slowly growing out as he slowly dragged Cleo deeper and deeper in. The kitsune demi was so overloaded with pleasure that he couldn't help but hug and gently hump the lion demi's cock as his body sank deeper and deeper into Shiro's ass. Cleo would be able to feel every movement that Shiro made, whether it be the arms around his massive cock, or the bulge he made in the kitsune demi's belly pressing against it. Shiro would bring a hand down to his swelling belly and moan out. "Cleo... This feels beyond amazing... "

Cleo grinned before letting out a groan from his cock being handled. His hands, already deep inside of Shiro and pressing out against the skin of his abdomen, clutched and grabbed and squeezed whatever surface he had a hold of, always the soft, squishy, fleshy insides of his companion. He couldn't see, but he could definitely feel everything that was happening. He used his grip to pull himself deeper, his upper body inside of Shiro's ass, have of his entire frame in total. That huge cock of the lion's was now tight against Shiro's body and constantly pressed against the kitsune's grinding dick. A squirt of pre-cum would splash Shiro in the face, although a 'squirt' from Cleo's gonads was like a normal-sized cum facial anyway, as his white seed sprayed into Shiro's face.

Shiro was a moaning mess as he felt Cleo sinking into him, and the blast of pre cum in his face from Cleo's massive cock made him release a bit of pre as well, though it was barely anything compared to Cleo. Shiro held onto Cleo's cock for as long as he could, but eventually the cock began to move away from him and move between the lion demi's legs as his lower body started to sink into Shiro's body. Shiro lied back on the bed, close enough to the edge of the bed that if either of them came, then the bed would stay clean. Shiro gently caressed his growing belly as he felt Cleo entering his body more and more, the lion demi's legs and massive shaft gradually disappearing between the kitsune demi's bountiful butt.

A combination of Shiro's inner muscles and Cleo's own efforts were allowing the chiseled young lion to sink deeper into Shiro's rear depths. Ever since his shoulders had entered Shiro's ass, Cleo had been smoothly, but oh-so erotically sliding through the tight yet slick innards of the kitsune, his every motion certainly lighting up Shiro's senses. His trim waist and bubbly butt, nowhere near as bouncy as Shiro's own though, sunk in without a problem. All that indeed remained, were legs, cock and balls, and Shiro certainly felt the last two sink in.

Once Cleo's sizable balls were eventually squeezed, practically stuffed into Shiro's ass, his throbbing cock and pair of legs followed quite soon after, assisted by Cleo using his hands to push against the walls of Shiro's stomach to leverage himself deeper. It was happening. Shiro could look down, and see the distinct bulging outline of another person filling up his stomach, and very soon, Cleo would be entirely within that stomach.

Shiro almost climaxed on the spot as he felt Cleo's large balls stuff themselves into his ass, though he managed to hold on, only managing to moan as he felt the lion demi's legs and throbbing cock enter his body, his ass closing over Cleo's toes and cock head as his belly finished growing, but still shifting as he pulled Cleo into his belly. Finally, the way back through Shiro's bowels closed behind Cleo, and he was safely tucked into Shiro's belly, massive junk and all. The kitsune could only moan and rub his belly, feeling every bulge that the lion demi made in him.

"Oh gods Cleo... this is so wonderful... are you okay in there...?" Shiro was panting with his moaning, still shivering in pleasure from being stretched so wide.

"Hnngn... one sec..." Cleo grunted in response, as Shiro could feel him shifting, every motion he made, into a better position, particularly for his hard, and huge cock. The bulges in Shiro's stomach moved to show Cleo's actions, as he parted his legs and dragged his cock against the walls of Shiro's stomach until his member was finally, comfortably upright. With his body completely comfortable inside the tight stomach of the kitsune, Cleo began to relax into it's back. "Damn Shiro, you're a natural at this, or your ass is, anyway" He said with a chuckle. "You took me in so easily, I'm actually impressed... that butt of yours is gonna make you real popular if you let it" He said with a snicker.

Shiro's belly was burgeoning like it never had before. It was almost as if he looked pregnant with a fully grown human inside of him. Though most of Cleo was making bumps and bulges against the skin of Shiro's stomach, some parts were more defined... like where his feet were propped against the stomach wall.

Shiro moaned out gently as he felt each little movement Cleo made in his body, and as he felt his body start to relax, he climbed further up the bed covered in pelt like blankets and pillows, getting comfortable as he held his now massive belly. It was nice and round, but bumpy and bulgy as well, especially where he felt Cleo's feet. "That was a lot more tiring than I expected it to be... This feels beyond wonderful, but I'm exhausted... I can't believe you were able to eat me and walk the distance it took to get to Brightshore from the Font..." Shiro gingerly rubbed his belly, also slightly more firmly rubbing where he felt Cleo's cock in his belly.

"You'll get used to it" Cleo assured Shiro with a smirk as he felt Shiro's hands pressing against him through the skin, and chuckling to himself when Shiro had found the bulge that was his cock and gave it more attention. Cleo grinned, and pressed his dick against the wall, making the huge outline of it against Shiro's big, squishy belly. It was actually forced to follow the curve of Shiro's stomach walls, since Cleo's cock was actually longer than Shiro's stomach was tall on the inside. "Like everything, you just need the time to let your mind and your body adjust to what your new capabilities are" Cleo told him.

Shiro murred a bit and smiled as he saw the outline of Cleo's cock in his belly, and he rubbed it gently, not enough to try to get Cleo to climax, but just to feel good. "I see. I guess the best way to learn how to do that is to experiment with what my capabilities are. This is actually really good practice, and it feels really good too." Shiro happily rubbed his belly, but then Cleo would hear the kitsune demi yawn, and his heartbeat started to relax, not in a way that indicated him being in danger, but just that he was tired. "Oh wow... I'm suddenly really sleepy..."

Cleo gave a smirk as he felt Shiro's yawn from inside, feeling his body move all around him from the intake of air. "Get some sleep if you're tired... I'm not going anywhere, and you've not got any pressing matters to attend to... Oh, but just so you know, the nights here aren't really that dark, and they're always pretty warm, so you don't have to worry about getting cold in the night" Cleo told him, as he relaxed back against the stomach wall, Shiro feeling his weight inside of him against his body.

Shiro smiled as he felt Cleo relax against the side of his belly that was supported by his body, and rubbed his belly. "Thanks Cleo... I'll let you out in the morning..." Shiro cutely placed a kiss on the top of his belly before lying back on his bed, his back rested on his pillows in a way that he was lying at an angle instead of flatly, and relaxed completely, letting his eyes drift shut. Cleo would hear Shiro's breathing soften, and he could feel the kitsune gently holding his belly in his sleep.

"Hah!" Cleo laughed. "Don't worry about letting me out, Shiro, you just enjoy it and get used to it, I'll be fine" The lion insisted as he snuggled against the back wall. He smirked, as he felt Shiro's kiss against his body, specifically his cockhead, which was pressed against the roof of the dome. Cleo gave a smile as he felt the body around him quieten and grow still, before he himself started to relax and let himself drift to sleep, smiling wider as he felt the arm cupped around him through the stomach walls.


A rugged, street-smart individual who's seen his fair share of battles, as his missing teeth and comfort with violence show. His clothing seems well-worn and practical, including a deep jacket pocket useful for stashing items like severed fingers. He's opportunistic and cunning, always seeking ways to turn situations to his advantage. However, he's also somewhat manipulative, withholding information until it suits him or becomes unavoidable. Despite these traits, Darrith carries an air of charm about him---a glimmer in his eye that suggests an underlying charisma which he uses effectively to sway others to his cause. He is not above objectifying women for personal gain or pleasure.

The man was just about okay enough to stir from his grounded position and—in a few moments, and with the assistance of the wall—he'd clamber to his feet, still clutching a very sore stomach. He spat into one corner, the glob of saliva being joined by more than a little blood. "Been through worse!" He grinned, revealing a few too few teeth; though whether they were recently lost or not was hard for even Senti to tell. Not that she likely cared, either.

Once he found his feet, he also gathered up enough strength to let go of his angry stomach and straighten himself, walking over to the precious pipe. He kicked the corpse on the way past and let out a small, satisfied chuckle; things had gone his way yet again! With the pipe in hand he turned toward the beautiful—but oh-so-dangerous—woman with a little glimmer in one eye.

"Cheers for the help. Now... I know where his warehouse is. What d'ya say we take his finger and help ourselves to his stuff, eh? Easy pickin's, now he's dead and all. You'll make yourself more than a few credits for your trouble..." He rubbed his fingers together, assuming that simple greed could twist her as easily as it twisted him. In fact, the simple idea that she could turn down free money completely evaded the rather simple fellow's mind.

At first Senti was revulsed by his offer, What he suggested was clearly illegal, and cutting off his finger? Most likely he had some fingerprint encoded lock on that warehouse. She was about to tell him that, but then she hesitated...

He might be right, it was most likely indeed easy money. And he would know the station better than her, so if he would risk it it could not be too dangerous. And she WAS almost broke right now, so being picky was not an option. Which was why she finally replied "Weeell... I assume you know what you are talking about, so yes, let's try that. How many credits are we talking about?"

Darrith grinned and clapped his hand. "Good girl, good girl! We'll be rich, you n' I. Fuckin' rich... You grab his weasley little digit, will ya?" He waved a hand toward where a small trickle of blood was flowing down the other mans. "We gotta be quick, see, cause if it gets reported as dead they'll revoke access. And, uh... Well, there's one or two other teeny tiny complications, but we don't need to worry about that do we!"

He jabbed his finger toward the mans hand again, insistently, as though to restate 'go on, then!' to the girl. He'd won their little turf war, then, and quite possibly earned himself a sleek, sexy partner in the process. Win win, for Darrith the Quick-Witted. It was a self-given nickname.

Senti had just crouched down and severed the finger with her new knife as asked, as she looked up at him, her eyes boring into him, and she asked. "Did you just say something about other complications?"

She got up, holding her outstretched arm at him, the severed finger carefully held between her thumb and forefinger, a few drops of blood still dropping to the floor from the cut surface. Clearly she did not intend to carry this item all the way to the warehouse. " And could you maybe be a little bit more precise about the exact nature of these complications?"

Darrith was far less particular about what he carried, and took the finger quickly enough. He wrapped what might once have been a while handkerchief—but was no a grimey, filthy rag—around the finger and put the package into his deep jacket pocket. He rubbed the front of his balled hand over his nose, before clearing his throat. Everything about him reeked of the kind of nerves coming from someone having to own up to a lie.

"Best move quickly, else the scavengers will swoop in. Come on." He moved down the corridor with such haste that he barely had time to help himself to the contents of the deadmans pocket. A small credit chit, a communicator, and some lint.

Once there was a little distance between them and the scene he finally stopped up and raised a hand to catch her attention. "Ah, so... I suppose you best know." He fidgetted his hands together nervously. "So uh, there's a few others who claimed this guys stuff if he got knocked off. It's gonna piss a few fella's off when we go looting. Now, you look like you can handle yourself, but you don't know the place like me. You n' I... we'd be best together, if ya follow. Make us a pretty little fortune, eh?"

This was getting better and better. In an ironical sense, of course. Now Senti experienced firsthand the downside of being on a station that was notorious for its lawlessness. After she had followed that weasel—he might not look like one, but he certainly behaved that way—to what he considered temporary safety he now casually revealed the next level of problems they would face. As she listened to him she could not help but roll her eyes in a slightly exasperated gesture.

Senti put her hands to her hips and with an unwavering gaze looked at him—or rather bored into him—sternly. "What else have you forgotten to tell me? That is your last chance to come clean before I walk out and you can go looking for someone else to do your dirty work. What opposition will I have to take out so you can get your grubby hands on that dead guys stuff? And why should the others even know it was us who looted this warehouse?" She paused a bit "Ah, sure, that brute I just knocked out but left alive..."

She was a little agitated, as she felt the guy opposite her was trying to play her, but even so she started to notice the first sign of the urges beginning to stir. Had it really been that long already? Damn it...

Darrith put his hands up in front of him as though to ward her off, and began his excuses with an incriminating "Woah woah woah, hear me out!" He'd seen what she could do; he did *not* want to be on the receiving end. Better to calm her down, explain things, and keep it to the bare -minimum- of lies.

"Right, the truth, the whole truth, and nothin' but the truth, alright?" He sniffed and rubbed at his nose, instinctively sending his eyes scanning to either side like he was apart to share some secret, or start some conspiracy going. There was a small, sparse crowd all round, but noone stopping long enough to listen. "The security oughta be light. Thumb scan's usual, perhaps one guard but probably we won't even bump into him... It's a guard per ten warehouses or somethin'. Just keep an eye out, anyway. What else... Yeah, right, there's a couple'a guys who won't take kindly to us doing this, and likely they'll come for us. That's good, though, cause we—or rather you, my pretty samurai friend... " The man didn't know what a samurai really was, but he understood it to be some sort of expert warrior who could possibly run on tree tops. Not that he'd seen a tree, either, except in a few pictures and films. "... can deal with them, and get yet more loot. See? My nous, your fightin' and we'll be a rich little duo. Eh? Eh?"

She folded her arms before her chest as she listened to him. Senti still was not sure she could trust that guy fully, but as long as she managed to stay close to him he probably would not try something overly stupid, as he might suffer from it as well. At one of his remarks she had to smile, though.

"Samurai? I have neither a dick nor a katana. Speaking of which, what should I call you?" She pondered a little, before she continued to ask "but what else I would like to know is twofold: If this is a warehouse, how are we supposed to get the loot away from it? Put it into our trouser pockets?" She pointed at her pocket less body suit. "And how much is 'a couple guys', what sort of guys are they and whom will we piss off if we take them out?" She only hoped those were not too many questions.

The man tapped the side of his head and winked. "I got it all sussed out. If I went and told yah, though, you wouldn't need for long would ya? Trust me, girl, I'll see us livin' in the lap of luxury. It's just a lil' way's down here..." Darrith turned left, and followed a much darker, less crowded little street. At the end was a maintenance tunnel that had long since been unofficially opened up to anyone who knew how to navigate them. That said, it was pretty narrow, and a lot of ladder to climb up.

He waved a hand toward the thing. "After you, sweet'eart." No point missing out on a nice view... He waited for her to start climbing for getting onto the ladder after her, fixing his eyes firmly on her skin-tight-covered arse, and climbing up a little way behind her. "As for gettin' the stuff, well. I figure you distract him, and I'll get the automated dockin' system moving it to one of my, ah, less used spaces. It'll take half an hour, all told, but I'm -sure- you can keep a couple'a fellows busy that long, no?"

He paused and thought. "I guess you could kill em, though, if yer one of those prissy types?"


A formidable warrior woman, with a fit and athletic physique. She's clad in a skin-tight bodysuit that leaves little to the imagination, showing she values practicality and mobility in combat situations. Her personality reveals her as wary yet adaptable, cautious of new alliances but willing to take calculated risks for potential rewards. She's not easily fooled or manipulated, demonstrating an assertive demeanor when confronting Darrith about his plans. Despite her tough exterior, there are hints of vulnerability---an underlying urge that stirs within her after prolonged periods without sexual activity.

The man tapped the side of his head and winked. "I got it all sussed out. If I went and told yah, though, you wouldn't need for long would ya? Trust me, girl, I'll see us livin' in the lap of luxury. It's just a lil' way's down here..." Darrith turned left, and followed a much darker, less crowded little street. At the end was a maintenance tunnel that had long since been unofficially opened up to anyone who knew how to navigate them. That said, it was pretty narrow, and a lot of ladder to climb up.

He waved a hand toward the thing. "After you, sweet'eart." No point missing out on a nice view... He waited for her to start climbing for getting onto the ladder after her, fixing his eyes firmly on her skin-tight-covered arse, and climbing up a little way behind her. "As for gettin' the stuff, well. I figure you distract him, and I'll get the automated dockin' system moving it to one of my, ah, less used spaces. It'll take half an hour, all told, but I'm -sure- you can keep a couple'a fellows busy that long, no?"

He paused and thought. "I guess you could kill em, though, if yer one of those prissy types?"

At his last mention the urges stirred in Senti again, and noticeably stronger this time. Stupid engineers, trying to make extra sure she would be ready and willing to fulfill her secondary role. These pigs had also 'tested' this extensively themselves afterwards. Soon they realized that a soldier that got extremely horny after 24 hours without sex would suffer a severe handicap in combat scenarios where she simply did not have that opportunity, but they never got around to undo the damage. And her 24 hours were definitely over by now. Feeling his hungry stares on her behind did not help, either.

Telling him about that weakness of hers was no good idea, though. So Senti stopped on the ladder halfway up to the text level, twisted around so she could look at him, and asked "Did you just suggest that I let some random piece of scum fuck me while you clean out the warehouse? How much was my share going to be again? And, what is your name anyways?"


An older woman, conscious of her age but still very much attractive. She's open to new experiences and is not shy about her desires, indicating a level of confidence in herself. However, she also exhibits some insecurity and nervousness due to the age difference between her and Jacob. Despite this, she is adventurous and willing to explore new things. Her reactions suggest that she has a submissive side, as she responds positively to Jacob's dominant behavior.

Meredith appreciated his response. It was nice that he didn't think her old. It was good since he was going to fuck her. "I don't have kids. So you know. So if I am a bucket list of some type of MILF I can't offer you much." She said after some time of him driving.

She knew the idea of sex in his seats not might be appreciated. He had a lovely and very expensive car. Which was stolen or he came from a very wealthy family. Which was good for him to enjoy such a car. Hearing him mention her legs she smiled. She nodded gently and was feeling a blush come to her cheeks. "Ha well I knew what I wanted so I shaved." She smirked teasing him a bit. She wasn't that hairy thankfully. But his lingering touch was making her moist between her legs. Craving a bit of sex and he could go rough.

Jacob laughed, a smile on his face as he shook his head. "It's not a bucket list thing, trust me. I just genuinely want to fuck you." He found it odd that she'd mention kids though, she wasn't that old and it wasn't a thought in his mind. She truly was attractive and the type of woman he'd want to be with anyways.

When she didn't object to his touches, he couldn't help but grin a bit more as his fingers dipped down a bit to rub between her slit. "That's very considerate of you, trust me," his finger dipped lower to her opening to play with the bit of wetness that had begun to gather, "I'll treat you right." He said, pushing his middle finger inside as his thumb began to toy with her clit. "But wow, I can't believe you're already wet like this, dirty girl, aren't ya?" He kept his eyes on the road as he turned down another street. "Not that I might of course, just means more fun for later."

Meredith noticed him and smiled. She hated that she even brought it up. She was awful. She found the warmth spread over her cheeks and covered her face. "I'm sorry. I am horrible. I shouldn't have brought that up. I just thought... maybe... I'm sorry. Forget I mentioned it." She said with a nervous laugh as she felt his touches continue. Slowly he went further north, touching her nether regions. The moist feeling only continued as he spread over her.

"I know you will treat me right. I like fun." She said, sighing slightly at the beautiful feeling coursing through her loins. "Jacob." She hissed as he continued to touch her clit. She was needy, she had drunk one or two drinks. She was wanting this, and everything else he could give her tonight.

"Don't worry darling, it's totally fine, I'm not upset in any way." Jacob told her, reassuring her gently. Jacob could tell she seemed a tad insecure about her age, and truly, it didn't bother him at all. Him just getting to be with her tonight was more than enough for him.

As if to try and calm her more, his fingers continued to work their magic against her pussy, smirking as his name was hissed out under her breath. He pressed his index finger inside now, the lack of music in his car made it perfectly clear to his ears. "God, I can't wait to get you back home." He groaned, his own cock starting to react at the fun he was going to have with her.

His hand began to move even faster as he knew they were getting close to his apartment. "C'mon baby, open those legs for me a bit more." Jacob's voice was deep, his eyes flicking over to her, hoping she'd listen to his command as his thumb began to rub tight circles around her clit. "I don't mind you making a mess on my seats, in fact, I'd find it as a compliment."

"Oh I am so glad. I have so many qualms and problems I just fear that I would be a nuisance and I wanted to make sure, since... well there is an obvious age difference between us." Meredith stated the facts to him noticing how his fingers continued to drive her little zone in a matter of heat. She looked at him claiming how excited he was. She felt him going faster and she spread her legs just as he ordered to her. The smile on her face was beaming with excitement at the thought.

She was being ordered, and told what to do. She looked at him as he mentioned making a mess on his seats. She laughed slightly but his work continued, her groans and moans continued as she bit her lip, hoping to silence the sounds. Staring at him she nodded and then found herself cumming, the orgasm was intense even from a few swirls of his finger, but the command of opening up added to her pleasure. She was wet and wanted more.

If he could do this with his fingers. What could he do with his tongue or his cock? Her mind stirring with ideas only prolonged her pleasure as she leaned her head back into the seat cushion.

Jacob could tell she was suppressing the noises as she was pleasured and finally pushed past the breaking point as she came. Jacob didn't like that and he'd definitely not allow her to keep those noises in, they're too good and he wanted to be able to hear them.

Either way, he was glad she came so that she'd be more relaxed for later as he drove into his parking spot. As he parked, he looked between her legs and smirked at the wetness there. "God you're going to be fun." He muttered under his breath at the shine to his seat, his hand reaching back up to suck and lick at the wetness around his fingers. Groaning a bit, he unbuckled and leaned over to kiss her fully again as he held her by the back of the neck.

As he got out of the car and around to her side, he opened it and held out his hand, a wonderful grin on his face. "You ready to go, girl?"

Meredith looked at him after she came. She was all red in the face her nerves hardcore through her. "I'm sorry. I bet you didn't plan on me cumming right now. I just... you're very good at that." She said with a smile.

Looking at him as he spoke of his fascination with her. Then he brought her closer, bringing her in for a kiss. Her lips roughly going with his. She moaned into it slightly surprised how good it felt.

"Jacob, I was ready at the bar when you grinded against my ass." She said with a small nervous laugh. She took his hand and went with him out of the car. Looking at his place it seemed unique and it had her wondering what he had planned for her. If it would be vanilla or kinky. She knew it would be vanilla. Most people were.


A young, a confident and assertive man, comfortable with expressing his desires openly. He's attractive and charming, traits that allow him to be so bold in his advances. His actions show that he is experienced and skilled in the realm of intimacy. Furthermore, Jacob displays dominance and control, hinting at a potentially unconventional side when it comes to sexual encounters. He is also respectful of boundaries as he seeks explicit consent from Meredith, indicating an underlying consideration despite his overtly dominant persona.

Meredith looked at him after she came. She was all red in the face her nerves hardcore through her. "I'm sorry. I bet you didn't plan on me cumming right now. I just... you're very good at that." She said with a smile.

Looking at him as he spoke of his fascination with her. Then he brought her closer, bringing her in for a kiss. Her lips roughly going with his. She moaned into it slightly surprised how good it felt.

"Jacob, I was ready at the bar when you grinded against my ass." She said with a small nervous laugh. She took his hand and went with him out of the car. Looking at his place it seemed unique and it had her wondering what he had planned for her. If it would be vanilla or kinky. She knew it would be vanilla. Most people were.

"You don't need to apologize. I wanted you to cum, otherwise I wouldn't have worked you there." Jacob said, smiling as she took his hand in his. "I love to hear that though, that means we'll have some fun." He smirked, leading her into his studio apartment.

Entering it, Meredith would find it to be split story with a loft area, and then a back room under it. Otherwise, it was an open floor plan with a kitchen, living room, dining room, and bedroom in the upper area. But, there wouldn't be time to explore that.

Once they were through the door, he slammed it shut and pressed her against it, his clothed thigh resting between her legs as he grabbed her chin and slammed his hand near the side of her head. "Now, I plan on having fun with you tonight. And my definition of fun can be... unconventional for some people." There was a glint in his eyes as he looked down at her, an excited smile on his face. "Now, I'd like to hear a 'yes, sir' from you if you're willing to go further with me." Jacob detected a bit of 'otherness' in Meredith when he saw her and from the way she reacted. He wanted to see just how strong it was.