A woman who exudes confidence and control. She is attractive, with an aura that draws others in. Her personality is dominant yet caring, always attentive to the needs and desires of her partner. Despite being new to the BDSM lifestyle, she's eager to learn and explore it fully. Nadia values honesty and communication in her relationships, indicating a mature and responsible nature. She also has a soft spot for Amber's blushing, suggesting that she finds innocence endearing. Professionally successful enough to support both herself and another person comfortably, she demonstrates ambition and financial stability.

Nadia looked at the young girl blush as she spoke about something she was interested in. "I haven't done it before either, so we can learn about it together. I do have a contract I got some help from my lawyer and we could talk about what we want and don't want. I would like the idea of you moving in. If that is something you don't want I understand. But know its an option. Obviously, as your mistress, I would be taking care of you, and I do have money to spend on you."

She ate a little more of her food before taking another look at her. "I do want to admit because I don't believe in lies. The orgasm was the test. I didn't know if you knew that and I don't want you upset me. It's not a usual test, normally we just prescribe pills and send you on your way... but something about you." She explained looking at her for a moment.

Amber listened to what she said about a contract and wanting her to move in, nodding lightly as she thought about it. She was used to living alone for the past few years but she wouldn't exactly mind living with someone as that meant that she wouldn't live fully alone, would have someone there which is what she always wanted. She had been about to respond when she spoke again about the test, blinking lightly as she nodded in answer.

"Well I wouldn't mind working out what we both want and don't want from the contract. As for living together that's fine with me as well, I live alone so I could move in quite easily if you want. I'm honestly all for this if you are, I'd like to see where this goes for us," she said softly with a smile as she took a few bites of her food.

Nadia looked at her and smiled. The woman spoke about living together and she got excited just thinking about it all again. "Well, I am glad we can work on that. When we decide we want things to start between us then... you can move in right away. I have enough room and we can share a room or in the beginning, you can have your own area, in case you don't like that idea." She said realizing she may have come off as nervous.

"I will admit I have never done this before, but I know I want this. It's not just about our submissive and dominant relationship, I do want a relationship, relationship. So if that is something you want as well, and would be willing. I know you said you never had been with a woman, I am lesbian so its just women for me." She looked at her and smiled. "It seems I am rambling. I apologize." She said with a slight chuckle.

Amber listened to her words as she sipped her wine, taking a bite of the lasagna as well. She was surprised when she said she wanted a real relationship along with the dominant and submissive dynamics, her blush intensifying a bit. She did find the woman attractive in both looks and personality, she was just a bit scared as she had never been in a relationship with another woman. She chewed at her bottom lip as she finished talking, giving her a smile as she was a bit excited about all of this.

"Well I am ready to start whenever you would like, although I'm guessing the contract would have to be straightened out between us first. But we could always have a session before that, just to see what we're getting into with each other and to make sure it suits each of us as well, at least in that way," she said softly as she took another bite of food. "I just hope my inexperience with women won't put you off..."

Nadia looked at Amber and smiled. She seemed so nervous and she found it very cute. She took a sip of her wine before outstretching her hand to touch her and let her feel her warmth. "It's fine, I don't care if you have experience or don't with women. You aren't getting cross with my lack of experience with this world that I want but have never had. Only what I have read and learned."

"Amber you are gorgeous and just amazing. The contract can start as soon as we want it. Of course you will have to make sure it's something you want but from the minute we both sign it I hold true to my word. But on paper it will say a date that's also having the same date of me referring you to someone else. I don't want us having people with patient and client relationship stuff. I already broke a rule with what I did at the office today. I don't need any more trouble."

She smiled at her as she stood up and grabbed dessert, a lemon meringue pie and served her a slice. She then went and grabbed the contract. "It will say I want this full time. You can still work and have a life, I just want to be let in to your heart like a real relationship I want communication, honesty and loyalty. This sill be monogamous unless we both decide we want to add something for kinks etc."

Amber looked to Nadia as she touched her and spoke, feeling a bit more at ease with what she said. When she spoke again she blushed to the compliment and nodded lightly. "I figured you would refer me to someone else since we will be intimately involved now," she said softly as she watched her grab the dessert, the lemon meringue pie looking delicious and made her mouth water as it was one of her favorite pies.

She looked up as she grabbed the contract, nodding to her words. "Okay then, I don't have a job at the moment since I was just laid off from my previous job due to lack of work... so I really could do the 24/7 submissive if you wanted me to. And that all sounds perfectly fine to me," she said softly with a light smile.

Nadia looked at her and felt her body twinge with delight. "Well I wouldn't make you get a job, if you want your focus can be household tasks." She smiled gently as she took a piece of the pie.

"Yes I will be referring you. I am delighted by our way of working together and to start something. I mention kinks on the next page. But you will get your own room but I will want you to share my bed at night." She looked at her and nodded gently. "Are you upset about what happened at your office?"

Amber blinked in surprise as she said her focus could be household tasks if she would rather not have a job, thinking it might be a bit nice to not have to work at least for a little bit. She listened as she spoke again, nodding lightly until she asked about the office visit. She looked to the woman and shook her head lightly as she took a bite of the pie.

"No I'm not upset. If anything it was the best and most relaxed I've ever felt," she said softly as the tartness of the lemon filling mixed with the sweetness of the whipped topping made her mouth water even more. "Do you regret doing it or something?"

Nadia watched the girl eat the pie,was she teasing her, or was Nadia's body on fire with lust and wanting of the girl. When she spoke about regrets she shook her head violently. "I regret nothing. You are very beautiful, Amber. I'm honored you are spending this time with me. Letting me enjoy your company."

She ate a bite of her pie before pouring more wine. "We'd go on dates and do couple things to. I don't want you thinking I'm just using you for sex and household chores." She looked at the contract before flipping open the page. "Kinks, I'm open to a variety of possibilities, pet play interests me, to vacuum beds and latex to medical play even. What don't you like and we won't do it?" She asked as she ate another bite.

Amber nodded to her words when she said she regretted nothing, glad that was the case as she took another bite of the pie. She looked to her as she spoke of still going on dates and such, glad they could still have some normalcy that she was uses to as well. "Well of course, I know that's not the case. If it was you wouldn't be doing all that you have," she said softly before looking to the contract as she flipped it open to the page about kinks.

"Pet play is something I'm interested in as well. As for what I won't do, the only things I have found that bother me would be toilet play and no feet. Other than that, nothing has really bothered me," she said softly as she looked to her, smiling as she finished the slice of pie and poured a bit more wine into her glass as she sipped at it.

Nadia looked at her as she mentioned she wouldn't do it before looking at the contract. "I am glad you understand my point of view." She listened as the girl spoke about toilet play and the feet thing and she shook her head. "I am in agreement as well. But to hear that you are good with that. Of course, we would discuss before we do anything but I don't want you surprised when something happens, that's all."

She looked at her as she sipped at her wine, Amber sat there, so beautiful. "So, this is something that really interests you? We can pick a calendar date to begin." She said looking at her gently. She wanted to kiss her and just to spend the night together but she didn't want to scare her off or seem forceful.

Amber was relieved that they were on the same page of what she wouldn't do, nodding lightly to her next words. She drank from her glass of wine when she spoke again, giving her a smile when she finished speaking. "Yes it really does interest me, I'm actually quite excited to start," she said shyly with a light blush as she took another sip of her wine.

"We can start at any time. Like I said we could even have a session together beforehand if you would like. Even tonight if you wanted to," she said softly, making it just a suggestion as she didn't want to seem pushy. She just found Nadia to be quite attractive in more than just looks and wanted to see exactly what they could do together in the privacy of her home with just the two of them there. She also wanted to kiss her, as if to get a taste of her to see if she was as sweet as she looked and seemed.

Nadia looked at her as she drank her wine, the way she elegantly sat with the black of her own dress and little flowers. Imagining what it would be like to fully strip her of it. She then looked at her and let a small grin come to her lips. She ate the last bite of her pie as she kept her eyes on the young girl before dusting her hands on the napkin and pushing her chair back to stand.

She walked over to her and leaned her chin upwards, placing a kiss on her lips she soaked in her taste. "What do you have in mind? Cause I know I had that kiss in mine for a while. Tell me and hopefully I have it in my-our playroom." She said looking at her taking in her sight before kissing her again and soaking in her taste. "If you are done of course. I am getting a tad impatient."

Amber had just drank the last sip of her second glass of wine as she saw Nadia stand from her chair without a word. She watched the woman come around the table to her, blushing as her head was tilted up and their lips pressed together in a kiss. The contact sent her heart racing as she tried to focus on her words, the second kiss almost taking her breath away. It took a moment for her to catch her breath as she looked to Nadia, a smile gracing her lips.

"Yes I am quite done. As for what I have in mind, that kiss was definitely one thing. But for some others, maybe being tied up and whatever else Mistress desires," she said coyly with a smile as she looked up to her, finding it to be quite the turn on with just Nadia being above her from the kiss. Her hands reached out of their own accord, gripping the woman's hips lightly as they trailed up her sides a bit.

Nadia looked at her gently as she blushed. "You are cute when you blush. I like to see more of that." When she mentioned being done she smiled liking to hear the words of mistress and being tied up. She looked at her carefully knowing she had a lot of different things planned for the pair if she liked it. When she felt the girl grip her hips she let a small moan escape her lips before kissing her again.

"Come on then, I know exactly how I want to have you." She broke back a bit and grabbed her hands carefully wanting to lead her up the stairs to her playroom. The door was open and filled with every toy imaginable. She didn't get to play with any of them but she watched and learned all she could. With no one to talk to it was mainly from imagination and online forums. "We should for sure have a safe word, what do you think?"

Amber felt a warm shiver of need roll down her spine when the woman moaned, kissing her back lightly. She nodded to her words as she let her take her hands, following her through the house to the playroom she had mentioned. She was surprised at all the toys she saw around, wondering if they would be able to use them all some day. She looked to her at her question, thinking for a moment.

"Hmm well it might sound a bit cliche... but what about pineapple? Or even red?" She suggested as she looked around, letting her fingers trail over a vibrator and a flogger curiously. She wondered what it would feel like to be whipped by the flogger on her ass, that thought making her a bit more turned on as she looked to Nadia.

Nadia's heart was racing as she saw her in the playroom as she looked at all the different things. "Pineapple sounds fine or red, whichever you prefer. Do you want pineapple for reaching my limit and discuss and red for a full stop?" She asked wanting to keep things simple between them.

She walked up slowly behind her and wrapped her arms around her hips. "I like seeing you in here, you are so beautiful. I am getting all sorts of ideas of how I want to tie you up. Do you want to be surprised or would you rather it more simple or even complicated. I do love seeing all the different ideas that are of being tied up. So let me know what you like, tonight is going to be all about making sure you are pleased out if that's even possible." She said as she moved her hair and planted her lips on Amber's neck and gave small kisses.


A woman who carries an air of elegance and grace. Her beauty is accentuated by her shy yet inviting demeanor, which is often revealed through the blush that graces her cheeks when she's excited or embarrassed. She's open-minded and adventurous, willing to explore new experiences in her life. Despite having lived alone for years, she yearns for companionship and intimacy. Although inexperienced with women, she doesn't let this hold her back from pursuing a relationship with Nadia. Rather than being pushy, Amber tends to be coyly suggestive about what she wants, indicating a personality that values respect and consent in relationships.

Nadia's heart was racing as she saw her in the playroom as she looked at all the different things. "Pineapple sounds fine or red, whichever you prefer. Do you want pineapple for reaching my limit and discuss and red for a full stop?" She asked wanting to keep things simple between them.

She walked up slowly behind her and wrapped her arms around her hips. "I like seeing you in here, you are so beautiful. I am getting all sorts of ideas of how I want to tie you up. Do you want to be surprised or would you rather it more simple or even complicated. I do love seeing all the different ideas that are of being tied up. So let me know what you like, tonight is going to be all about making sure you are pleased out if that's even possible." She said as she moved her hair and planted her lips on Amber's neck and gave small kisses.

Amber looked to her as she spoke and nodded lightly. "That sounds good for using both," she said softly as she kept looking around, surprised when she felt the woman's arms wrap around her hips. She savored the warmth and feeling of closeness as she spoke, her words only furthering the fuel of her desire and arousal. She blushed as she felt her hair moved from her neck, being replaced by Nadia's lips as she moaned lightly and tilted her head to the side to give her more access.

"Mmm I like the sound of that Mistress... as for how to be tied up, surprise me," she said with a smile, turning her head and letting her lips brush against her cheek in a playful kiss. She was beyond excited to be doing some things with her that night, excited to see exactly how they meshed together in the heat of the moment.


An enchanting elf with a captivating gaze that communicates her intense emotions. Her physical beauty is matched by an aura of dedication, protection, and fierce love towards Carrie. She grapples with complex feelings which she constantly analyzes and questions. This inner turmoil reflects a thoughtful and introspective personality. Despite her immortal status, she experiences vulnerability in the face of time's relentless march, indicating a depth of character that transcends her supernatural existence. Her actions reveal a nurturing side as she offers comfort to Carrie, showing concern for her wellbeing and complimenting her appearance generously. This behavior paints Sabiel as both compassionate and empathetic.

Sabiel's gaze and every motion said how important Carrie was to her, beautiful and desirable and wonderful.. she'd kissed humans before but not one she was... In love with? Could that possibly be right? No... And yes. Not... In romantic, let's get married and live together forever and always kind of love, not yet... Though it might turn into that kind of love, now it was a... dedication, protective, fierce love, definitely sparking into passion, all those thoughts racing through her head as the kiss deepened, clinging hard to her little human friend, fiance...

They had plenty of time to explore and grow together, forever... Fall deeply into the mad passionate love, to build a relationship that could last a thousand years or more, the legendary love of the priestess and her human from... another... world... It was then the discreet tailor pulled them apart, and Sabiel watched Carrie go... Remembering that they didn't have forever, or decades or even years... they had a month, and that was basically a day in her terms... then Carrie would go to her world, the other humans who loved her, where she fit in, her home... Never to be seen again. Time, crushing time, working against the immortal elf for once.

Trying to smile, she pointed to the curtained off area in the back, even as the tailor pushed aside the hanging over the entrance, getting tools of his trade in the small, mirrored room. "You'll look amazing, Carrie..." Sabiel said softly, not wanting to put any more of her feelings on the human shoulders. It wasn't the brunettes fault she was leaving so soon.

Carrie stepped into the small cubicle with a shiver, and shifted from foot to foot as she tried to work up the courage to take off her 'real' clothes in front of the tailor. Sabiel was the only one of the elves to have seen her bare, and it wasn't exactly something she did on a regular basis in front of strangers even at home. At all, really; even her bathing suit was relatively conservative. Plus, like so many other things in the elven town, the privacy cloth seemed gossamer-thin, like spiderweb, and she imagined she could feel the eyes of everyone in the shop following the motions of her body as she slowly slid out of her jeans. Not that there were really any eyes out there other than Sabiel's and a young elf woman who had been sewing some trim, but it was the principle of the thing. She was giving a sort of shadow peepshow to strangers, all of whom were far more toned, tanned, and beautiful than she was...

As she eased out of the t-shirt, she wished she'd worn a bra. Every girl she'd seen, though they'd been different sizes just like humans, had nice, shapely tits. Hers were kinda like a pair of very short bananas, spiking out from her chest. At least they were perky enough that they didn't really sag once freed from the little support her top had given them.

With a quiet word she didn't understand but nonetheless sounded familiar, the tailor dropped the dress over her arms- and everything changed. The touch of the light floral cloth reminded her of what she'd felt at the shrine, in a distant way; far more bearable, but also constant, as if somehow the weaver had managed to embed a tiny fragment of their faith in the material. Her skin prickled a bit under the tailor's light, measuring touches and again her nipples grew uncomfortably stiff. At least the bodice of the dress was a bit looser than her shirt, so her arousal didn't show so badly.

The marking only took a few minutes, and then the dress was being carefully drawn up her body again. Crossing her arms over her chest, she faced the man, who gave her a puzzled look, then shrugged and made a simple gesture asking her to stay put. There was a bench along a wall of the narrow space, so she sat, still nearly naked, and waited for him to return.

Sweet, excited and yes, sad Sabiel vibrated in place, running through calming exercises in her mind. Why am I drawn so much to this human traveler from another world? Is it just because the Goddess placed her in my care? The exoticness of a human, changing up my routine? That I want to protect her... my fiance... at all costs? Or... is it as simple as I want to see her smile, and I want the cause to be me a lot of the time... the elven beauty was staring at the curtain, chewing on her lip. "Are you OK, Carrie? Do you need anything? Water, fruit?"

It didn't take long for the tailor to fix the dress, having centuries of experience and talent, though it was true that the human was an unusual case.

When the finished dress was revealed, all Sabiel could do for a minute was stare. Swallowing at last, she raised an elegant hand to the humans cheek, staring down into her eyes. "You're so beautiful... So very gorgeous, Carrie..."


A young human woman of modest physical attributes, her body characterized by small, perky breasts that she compares to short bananas. She has a conservative approach towards revealing her body, even feeling uncomfortable when changing clothes in front of the tailor. Despite this initial shyness and self-consciousness, she possesses an inner strength and resilience. Her personality is marked by a quiet courage and adaptability; she's able to navigate through unfamiliar situations with grace. This resilience extends to her sense of humor as well, which surfaces during tense moments adding levity to the situation. When adorned in Elven clothing, she feels beautiful and desirable, suggesting an ability for transformation under the right circumstances.

Sweet, excited and yes, sad Sabiel vibrated in place, running through calming exercises in her mind. Why am I drawn so much to this human traveler from another world? Is it just because the Goddess placed her in my care? The exoticness of a human, changing up my routine? That I want to protect her... my fiance... at all costs? Or... is it as simple as I want to see her smile, and I want the cause to be me a lot of the time... the elven beauty was staring at the curtain, chewing on her lip. "Are you OK, Carrie? Do you need anything? Water, fruit?"

It didn't take long for the tailor to fix the dress, having centuries of experience and talent, though it was true that the human was an unusual case.

When the finished dress was revealed, all Sabiel could do for a minute was stare. Swallowing at last, she raised an elegant hand to the humans cheek, staring down into her eyes. "You're so beautiful... So very gorgeous, Carrie..."

If the dress had clung before, off the rack, once it had been tailored to Carrie's measurements and adjusted by skilled Elven fingers, it... flowed. More like water than cloth, it contoured itself to what curves she had, shimmered and danced like a shallow stream passing over the rocks and pebbles in its bed.

As embarrassing as it felt to be perking out all over as she was, the young human was kind of glad she'd decided to go braless. She never really needed one all that much, anyway, the way she was built (or not built) and now, either thanks to excellent tailoring or some odd sort of magic, the bodice of the dress itself made for an excellent stand-in. Fabric seemed to cup her minuscule tits from below, supporting them, lifting-offering. For an instant she considered shedding her knickers as well, but was terrified as to what the lower part of the garment might decide to do all on its own if she did.

In a fit of vanity, she felt beautiful, desirable. A perverse fantasy crept through her: seeing her, every elf in the village would want her, short as she was, flat as she was, alien as she was. All because of the magic of the dress. And then Sabiel made part of it come true, unable to speak, at first, when Carrie shyly slunk out of the fitting room.

"Thank you," she murmured, leaning her head into the tall elf's hand. The fact that she was another woman suddenly meant nothing at all. "Your people make cool clothes," she added with a giggle.


A cruel and sadistic demon who delights in inflicting pain and torment on his captives. He possesses a monstrous appearance, with sharp talons and a demonic visage. His personality is characterized by his enjoyment of causing suffering and breaking the spirits of those he captures, always seeking to push them to their limits and force them into submission.

The beast smiled at Vera's pleas answering her with his deep growling voice, "Your offer was made and accepted years ago, if you wish to change your mind it would be an entirely different contract. This year has been given you, I will collect my payment as we agreed."

The rattle of chains grew louder and a moment later several of them seemed to shoot from the walls, the chains wrapping several times around her wrists and ankles, the sharpened hooks digging into her flesh to look them in place.

A moment later, two more came from opposite sides and wrapped around her waist, again several wraps around her before hooks move into her, all of them began to withdraw back to the wall, spreading her, lifting her arms, tightening around her waist to hold her quite still for whatever pleasures or pain he chose.

Moving closer to her again he moves a needle sharp talon to each of her perky nipples, pressing just hard enough that a tiny drop of blood slipped around tip. "Scream for me my little toy, you know I am able to get you to do it, it is a matter of how long. Maybe a couple more hooks into the sweet tits, give you a little more incentive to give me what I want from you."

A gasp—not quite a shriek—was pulled from Vera by the first touch of those chains. Against her flesh, the metal was warm and pulsing somehow, filling her with a sensation of dread, of hopelessness. She struggled, but could not even budge, and winced as she felt the hooks lodge in her flesh. Her blood dripped at her feet as she was pulled tight by the chains, drawing her breasts flatter against her chest, parting the lips of her sex.

She did not need to look down to know that Demodred was engorged, his sex hardened by his torture, and her mouth went dry as he promised her scream, even if he needed to hook her now bleeding breasts. "Would it make a difference?" she asked.

A thought from Demodred shifted the chains, lifting her ankles from the floor, the chains at her waist taking most of her weight as she laid back slightly, already in a position that would allow the demon to rape her easily. Stepping up between her legs his hands reached to grasp the hooks that now lowered from the darkness above her, looking like some cross between a small meat hook, but more a large barbed fishing hook.

Taking one of these in each hand he chuckled and said, "No, it would make no difference, I will have my screams, I will have your body, you will please me in whatever manner I would have it, the only choice you have is at what point I get what I want."

The point of one of the hooks pressed against the top of her right breast, and he moved it slowly through the tender flesh, passing it through the tissue with well practiced aim and speed, the tip erupting from just below her nipple after a long minute, the pressure not stopping till the barb was visible.

There was but a brief pause before he moves to give her left a similar treatment, the hook slipping through her tender body, again not stopping until the barb passed through. The chains then tightened, lifting the pierced globes from her chest slightly, the metal stretching the wounds as the pressure was increased. Stepping up between her legs, his hips brushing against her inner thighs, "It seems that you've no where to go me pretty little slave, are you quite ready to receive your Master now?"

Whimpering softly as Vera was lifted from her feet, she pulled a bit more against her bonds—uselessly, she knew—but she could not do nothing, even when there was no hope to be had here. The chains molded themselves to the contours of her body, displacing her weight among the ones that bound her arms and hip and thighs evenly. Even so, the spread-open position caused a quick, dull ache in her shoulders even as her brow began to glisten with sweat.

She looked away from his face in horror as he brought those chains and hooks towards her breasts. She gave a shriek, tried to pull away, and cried out in a single, high bark of pain as the hook pierced her. She wondered if he meant to simply embed them in her, but before she had even settled on that notion he brought them through. Above and below each nipple she was pierced, shuddering and jerking, crying as the tugs on her breasts caused fresh, hot agony to wash over her.

And then her breasts were lifted in those hooks, and she moaned, twisting uselessly. "As... ugggh... yes... Master. I... ahhh... have no choice."

His smile widening as her screams echo in the chamber, the sound like music to him. "Such a lovely little piece of meat", his fingers running their sharpened tips over her smooth flesh, "I do so enjoy your visits, such a sweet week of amusements for me."

Moving then up between her well spread legs, he moved his finger to her sex, spreading the outer lips, rubbing within for a few moments. With an easy movement he pulled aside his loincloth, his monstrous Member springing forth from it's bare restraint.

Demodred lays his hardness against her body, rubbing it lightly against the soft folds of her, "You may be surprised to know my sweet little pet, that some have shared this time with me for so long, they actually enjoy my torments, beg to be hurt, would already be wet and ready for me."

He had told her this before of course, smiling as he did as though thinking fondly of those partners before he adds, "But that is why you are one of my favorites, so fresh, not yet jaded, screaming from the pain, not the need of it."

Vera's sex opened to the ease caress of his talons, even though her hips buck as slightly as her bondage will allow, trying to pull herself away from the sharp itch his touch brings.

His monstrous shaft, which she could not help but look at, when he stripped off his loincloth, burned her skin as it lay against her, both from the hot, throbbing sting of its rough sheathe, as well as from the psychic pain of remembered violations. Her fists clenched uselessly in her bonds, and she forced herself to look up from his member, look into his demonic face as he taunted her with cruel words.

And above it all, the dull, heavy ache in her breasts where the hooks and chains were pulling her up towards the ceiling sent new aches into her body with every beat of her heart, making her want to twist and writhe like a fish on a hook. "I will never be one of those, Demodred," she promises the demon, though a secret fear writhes in her heart that she will become exactly that, to save her sanity in his service.

Laughing again, the demon moved his sharpened talons along her body, finally bringing the to rest at her sweet narrow waist, the long digits wrapping around her to hold her steady for the onslaught that is to come, "Such a brave, naive girl, time will tell, my pretty little slut queen, you will look so sweet at my feet, begging for the hooks, begging to please me."

Drawing his organ back from her he shifted his body enough to let the large head of his member to press against the entrance to her core, unprepared as she was, pressing himself into her, filling her slowly.

As he forced more of himself into her, his hands holding her tight he slimed at his captive girl and says, "One day, you will know, you will realize, the pleasures I offer you through this pain."


A strong-willed and defiant queen, unwilling to submit easily to her tormentor. Her personality suggests determination and courage in the face of adversity. Although she endures immense pain and suffering, she remains steadfast in her vow never to succumb to the demon's twisted desires.

Laughing again, the demon moved his sharpened talons along her body, finally bringing the to rest at her sweet narrow waist, the long digits wrapping around her to hold her steady for the onslaught that is to come, "Such a brave, naive girl, time will tell, my pretty little slut queen, you will look so sweet at my feet, begging for the hooks, begging to please me."

Drawing his organ back from her he shifted his body enough to let the large head of his member to press against the entrance to her core, unprepared as she was, pressing himself into her, filling her slowly.

As he forced more of himself into her, his hands holding her tight he slimed at his captive girl and says, "One day, you will know, you will realize, the pleasures I offer you through this pain."

"Never," the queen vowed, defiant shining in her eyes even if it did not declare itself in her voice. Her voice was a hushed whisper, tight from her held breath, as she awaited the onslaught.

Her silky skin passed beneath his talons and the firm musculature of her flanks molded themselves to his positioning caress, even as another muffled sound of pain was drawn from her. The hooks in her breasts... she closed her eyes as once more she felt herself partially suspended by those gleaming chains.

"Ahhhh!" she cried as his member began to force itself into her. She could no more resist his demand than she was free to rid herself of the torturous bondage; and his pleasure always accompanied her pain. Her was huge, and she was not built large, and it felt like being speared, slowly, by inches. "Please, no," she said, shuddering in pain and fear.


A 20 years old woman who has matured into an attractive figure, as suggested by her "plump breasts" and the father's acknowledgment of her physical appeal. She possesses a playful, somewhat mischievous personality; she enjoys teasing her father and doesn't shy away from provocative situations. However, she also shows sensitivity and some vulnerability when confronted with the consequences of her actions. Despite this, Lexi seems to crave closeness with her father, indicating a strong emotional bond or perhaps even some deeper feelings towards him.

Lexi could hear her daddy's soft moans and she had to admit that it was getting her riled up. His big strong hands continued to softly caress her plump breasts. She was having the time of her life even if her daddy was still asleep while he was doing it. She was trying her best to stay quiet as he continued to dry hump her ass. He was going really hard against her ass and by this point the whole front part of her panties were completely soaked .

Lexi laid there just taking his rough treatment then it was finally time. She felt him stop a little then her whole ass was covered his thick seed. The thin fabric did very little to stop it but she didn't care. She gave it a few minutes then softly tapped on his leg " daddy wake up I think you were having a bad dream ". She giggled playfully just waiting to see how he was going to react. She was still really horny and just wanted to get into her room to finish herself off. She might even have to ask him for help since her ass had already provided him with pleasure.

Bruce slowly began to open his eyes, seeing Lexi laid down before him. He recalled having let her sleep in his bed, but then he felt her ass, and how sticky it was, and how it was on the inside of his boxers as well.

He realized he came, inside his boxers, and while humping his own daughter. He couldn't believe it, he felt his cheeks already ignite on fire, but he also felt ashamed by how good he felt, and he knew it was from her ass.

"Uhm... yeah... yeah bad dream... can you get up please? I need to go to the restroom..." He didn't want her to dwell on the fact he had just came his pants from her, especially after she acted the previous afternoon.

Lexi very carefully crawled out of bed and waited for him to get up. She slipped her shirt on and dropped her panties since they were soaked from both the front and back. She giggled playfully as she looked up at him and then down at her panties "If looks like it was a good dream daddy you made quite the mess of my panties..."

She carefully grabbed onto his hand and walked him to the bathroom. Once inside she sat down on the sink and kicked her feet around "Since you already humped me like a dog in heat I think we can see each other naked already".

"That wasn't my inten-" Her hand grabbed his and pulled him out of the bed and walked him into the adjoined bathroom if his room. "I didn't mean to dry hump you. I didn't realize you were in my groin and I didn't know I had that wet of dreams before." He told her before he sheepishly pulled his boxers down, showing that he had filled his boxers with his cum, making him sigh as he realized he needed to shower to clean this off.

"Why have you been getting... all up in my groin the past two days, if I'd know better I'd say you're trying to get me to bone you..." He told her, turning his shower on, keeping his backside aimed at Lexi.

Lexi sat there just kicking her feet around when he starts to explain himself. She didn't really mind she actually enjoyed it but now she had to explain herself. It's not like she wanted to get fucked by him she just found it fun to mess with him. She realized everything she had done to him pointed in one direction. She carefully climbed off of the counter and walked to the edge of the tub.

She sat down on the edge of the tub not caring that some of the water was splashing on her. She looked up at him and poked his but once "Turn around daddy". She let out a faint sigh as she twirled her fingers "No daddy, I just want to get a bit closer to you and I like teasing you a little".

Bruce climbed into the shower and began to wash himself thoroughly, letting the hot water ease his mind and cleanse his body. Yet, as Lexi came to his side and poked his cheek, he couldn't help but turn slightly towards her, definitely allowing her to get a look at his cock. Which was already seven inches limp.

"Closer? Baby girl... we haven't been close for a long time. And I love and appreciate getting closer, but is grinding your butt on my crotch really the answer? You've grown into a very attractive young woman, it makes it tough to... say no to your body."

Lexi sat there watching as he turned towards her a little but not all the way. She could still see his semi flaccid cock and it was quite the sight. She listened to what he had to say and realized she was in the wrong. She was putting him in situation he didn't want to be in and she couldn't be doing that. She let out a faint sigh as she got up and kissed his arm "I'm sorry daddy. I'll be in my room." With that she left the bathroom and made her way into her room.

Once there she got cleaned up and changed into some comfy sweat pants and a hoodie. She climbed into her bed and just laid down as a stray tear ran down her cheeks .

"It's... it's OK baby girl." Bruce told her, hoping she could see that he wasn't upset, just a little uncomfortable by the situation. Yet, as she kissed his arm and left, he had a bad feeling in his gut. Like he did the wrong thing.

He finished cleaning, dried off, and put on his jeans and shirt before he decided to go out to town for a little bit, just to clear his head. He gently opened Lexi's door and leaned in, unable to see her in the darkness. "Hey Lexi... I'm gonna go to town, want me to bring you back anything?"

Lexi's room was pitch black at this point since the curtains she had let zero light in. She wanted them like that for the days that she was upset. A pitch black room and some good music always helped to clear her mind. She was just about to get some rest when he asked if she needed anything "No, thank you daddy." She waited until he closed to the door to finally get some much needed rest.


A middle-aged man with an imposing physical presence, symbolized by his "big strong hands." His personality is quite reserved and considerate; he's embarrassed and concerned when he realizes what happened while he was asleep. He also is thoughtful and introspective, as shown by his need to take time alone to process the situation. Despite feeling conflicted about the physical closeness with his daughter, Bruce demonstrates a deep love for her and prioritizes mending their relationship above all else.

Lexi's room was pitch black at this point since the curtains she had let zero light in. She wanted them like that for the days that she was upset. A pitch black room and some good music always helped to clear her mind. She was just about to get some rest when he asked if she needed anything "No, thank you daddy." She waited until he closed to the door to finally get some much needed rest.

After that, Bruce spent the next few hours going around town, just kind of mulling things over, and began to wonder what had his daughter been trying to really do with him. He wasn't sure where this idea of 'getting closer' came from, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized He didn't hate it. She was an attractive young woman, He had been... physically lonely for some time now, and He didn't want to lose his daughter over something like this. He had to make amends. He also had to be honest with himself, He liked it a lot.

Heading home, Bruce began to setup a few things, then went after Lexi, knocking on her door once again. He peeked in and asked softly through the darkness. "Lexi... Lexi, I know we kind of had a disagreement this morning... but would you want to watch a movie with me tonight, no hard feelings? We can have it in my room, y'know with the better TV?"


A human male of considerable physical stature. He is quite adaptive and open-minded, quickly accepting the unusual situation he's thrust into. Despite his wife's tragic end, he exhibits resilience and even fascination towards the alien predator. He appears submissive and eager to serve Amethyst, showing a strong inclination towards loyalty and servitude. His personality suggests an underlying desire for dominance in his relationships, which is awakened in this unique circumstance.

Chase tried his best to compose himself despite the fact that his wife was just eaten alive. "How... how long until she digests... I promise I won't tell anyone about this... please." He pleaded softly. His eyes returning to the contorting prize. Her impressive stomach resembling a massively overdue pregnant belly, a deep hidden desire Chase had as the realization set it that the two were very much similar, and that this, could be somewhat of a hidden infatuation he never knew were possible.

Megan had been a beautiful woman. Amethyst had gotten to see every part of her practically as she bounced down the steps. When she came to her she touched the woman gently. Now she was inside, the delight of those beautiful breasts were absorbing in her body. Her belly was huge, the stretching of her skin felt good since it had been a while since she went through a meal this good.

Human food was nothing compared to the actual human themselves. "A while. Depends as I haven't had this species before. It might take longer than other species we have tasted." Running her hands over the belly she spread her legs a bit and sitting with the torn clothes that burst at her meal.

Her naked body sat in front of him. "Chase, you should be glad that your wife is going to help someone else. She is nourishing my body while I sit here with you."

Chase stared in the squirming dome as she spoke. So Megan was the first human on the menu for his unusual new neighbor, that he felt sure he would learn more of in the incoming days. As he had time to think and take everything in, Chase became less afraid, and more... entranced. She hasn't taken him for a reason, and the more he thought of what had transpired between himself and his wife, the more he came to terms to that maybe she deserved the fate that had fallen on her, as cruel as it was.

Chase's eyes widen as Amethyst let her legs splay out and her massive belly fell between, resting comfortably on the floor as it began to go to work on it's massive meal. "If I'm being honest... this is all quite... fascinating, I've never seen anything like it." He admitted, looking between her eyes and back to her huge groaning stomach as he continued to rub it lovingly like a servant. His hands coming close to the large bare tits exposed resting atop her prized stomach proudly. "Truth is... my wife kind of... deserves this." He admitted giving his companion a soft smile.

Amethyst felt the struggle the woman was going through, the acid in her inner walls probably starting to burn the flesh of her body as it tried to break her down. She was a beautiful woman but a lot bigger than other meals. "I am very glad you are entranced. The moment I met you I knew you would do nicely. You see Chase, I'm new to this planet, gathering research for my home world. Organ. When I return we will decide if we should colonize or not. But in result I need someone to work with me while I'm here. I think you are that person." She said as she reached over and touched his face.

"How do you think your wife deserves this? She can probably still hear you. Its still working on her skin and legs. Its an agonizingly slow process, full of pain before you fully die. That's why she is moving so much."

Chase listened intently to her praises as she explained her true identity. Of course explaining everything that had already been put into motion by her ability and 'unusual' appetite. His eyes widened as she explained what she was doing on Earth. Never been so naive to think humans were the only occupants of the universe, he was not as overwhelmed as most would have been. I need someone to work with while I'm here, I think you're that person she said almost romantically as they locked eyes. He nodded, without any hesitation in agreement. "Amethyst yes, yes I will be." He said in an almost undeniable tone. As if he were privileged to be chosen.

As the movements increased in her belly, Chase clutched it hard, almost in a soothing manner as Amethyst clearly was enjoying being so full and the digestive track kicking into gear. "She was... unfaithful to me, when I had many opportunities to do the same, I always resisted. I think she deserves this, to be yours, to be your meal." He said assertively looking back to her. "I will make sure you never go hungry... I must admit I'm greatly enjoying seeing the size of your belly... it's fascinating."

"I know you will be Chase. You, humans, use a word called simp. I believe you would fit well in that category and I appreciate you to stay like that to me." She said with a smile as he rubbed her belly. "Well, I am sorry to hear that she was unfaithful. You didn't deserve her. But if it helps any the acid of my stomach walls is eating through her skin, but she is very much alive, her adrenaline is keeping her wide awake even though she is in a lot of pain. It has to bear through every part of her."

She smiled as he spoke about her never going hungry. "I know I won't our research determines your planet has a lot of humans and they aren't hard to make from our understanding. Before we go engulfing your planet. The healthiest will be put to work creating more humans. We have a process to speed the birth and recovery along for you. Since 9 months seems far too long."

When he commented on liking it she laughed a little. "Well is there something you wish to know more or possibly touch further?"

Chase watched and felt every bit of what she described was happening to his wife. Grasping her belly even firmer as he felt it contort with movements which was seemingly so pleasurable to Amethyst. He leaned his head in, pressing it to the bare stretched flesh to listen to the symphony of digestive noises and muffled screams coming from within as he looked up to her devilish smile. Listening as she spoke of consuming Earth and all of its inhabitants. "Yes... I hope I can be there to feed them all to you... we have other creatures here even larger than humans that will also provide substantial nutrients to you." He assured her.

He was curious of the process she spoke of. As he couldn't help but notice he was becoming aroused feeling the movements inside her big belly. His impressive cock began to harder and press into the underside of Amethyst's immense belly. For a human he was huge, although he had no idea what he would compare to male from her own planet. "Oh well... I would love to explore all of you, and learn more of exactly what my purpose will be aside from feeding you my... queen."


An alien creature with a seemingly human-like form, capable of expanding her stomach to remarkable sizes. She has a predatory nature and enjoys the process of digestion, showing no remorse for her actions. Amethyst is also manipulative and persuasive, using her unique abilities to enthrall Chase. Despite her brutal methods, she possesses a certain charm that captivates him. Her demeanor suggests that she is confident, assertive, and unapologetically dominant in every sense.

Chase watched and felt every bit of what she described was happening to his wife. Grasping her belly even firmer as he felt it contort with movements which was seemingly so pleasurable to Amethyst. He leaned his head in, pressing it to the bare stretched flesh to listen to the symphony of digestive noises and muffled screams coming from within as he looked up to her devilish smile. Listening as she spoke of consuming Earth and all of its inhabitants. "Yes... I hope I can be there to feed them all to you... we have other creatures here even larger than humans that will also provide substantial nutrients to you." He assured her.

He was curious of the process she spoke of. As he couldn't help but notice he was becoming aroused feeling the movements inside her big belly. His impressive cock began to harder and press into the underside of Amethyst's immense belly. For a human he was huge, although he had no idea what he would compare to male from her own planet. "Oh well... I would love to explore all of you, and learn more of exactly what my purpose will be aside from feeding you my... queen."

Amethyst looked at him softly. Her hand reached out as she touched his face. "Oh, Chase. Don't worry. I want you to find me the best people, the heaviest and some of the best. Having actually tasted your wife, her body starting to be digested it tastes so wonderfully delicious. I will need more. I don't think I can wait a month again, but we must make sure we are careful."

She glanced at him before kissing his forehead. "You will do anything I say right?" When she asked she heard his mention of a queen and nodded. "That's right, I'm your queen. How do you treat your queen here? If you have one that is."


A woman who possesses an intriguing blend of shy reservation and hidden boldness. Her initial hesitations suggest a more reserved and introverted personality, but her willingness to participate in daring games reveals an underlying adventurous streak. She is reactive rather than proactive in the situation, indicating a more passive nature. She has an understated attractiveness that complements her quieter demeanor yet contrasts with the audacious activities she finds herself engaged in.

The waiter nodded and walked away briskly, seemingly oblivious to the state Amy was currently in. He was back a few short minutes later with the wine, poured each of them a glass and placed the bottle down on the table before leaving them alone once again to decide what to order. Grace let go of Amy's hand so that she could take a sip from her glass, then glanced around to see if anyone was in ear shot. "So... how does it feel?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. It was obvious that she was enjoying herself much more than she had expected.

Amy could barely keep her hands from shaking as she held the glass and tried to take a sip. She slipped slightly and a clear trickle went down her chin, but she was quick to wipe it with the napkin after fumbling to get the fork and knife out from the folds. Grace whispered to her. Amy knew she wouldn't be able to whisper as quietly as her best friend. Luckily no one was around to really hear them. "You... you're going to make me cum... you don't want that yet do you?" Amy was legitimately getting worried now that she wouldn't be able to control herself from moaning out as a climax rocked her body. Lucky for her, a climax was not yet upon her.

"I don't know yet. You did make me cum in public this morning. I might not mind returning the favor," Grace teased. But even though she was only joking, she was a little turned on by the idea. After having sex in the back of Amy's car and then again in the toy store, Grace had discovered an exhibitionist streak she never realized she had. She drank her wine slowly, taking small sips. She didn't drink often and she didn't want to overdo it. "At the very least, try not to climax before desert. There are still two more settings left to go. And the waiter is on his way back."

Amy gave a look of desperation, but it quickly changed once the waiter came back and asked if they were ready to order. Amy let grace go first. She needed time to prepare herself to talk and not moan. When it was her turn, she said, "I'll have..." but then her voice cut off. In a smooth motion she showed him what it was she wanted, the chicken parmesan. She didn't have it in her to finish her sentence. If she had tried the only thing that would have come through would be a pathetic moan. Amy tried sitting back, so the vibrations wouldn't quite have such an impact on her clit.

Grace smiled as the waiter walked away with a bewildered expression, then looked back at Amy. With her legs hidden by the table cloth, she slipped off her heel and ran her stocking-covered foot up along Amy's calf. "Don't tell me you're just going to stop talking for the rest of the night," she teased. "If you did, it would certainly be a first." Feeling a sudden boldness that she wasn't used to, Grace took the remote out of her bag, holding it in plain site. There were no obvious markings that would reveal what it was, but having it out in her hand made her feel strangely powerful for some reason. And considering how powerless she was because of the ring, she wanted to take power where she could get it.

"Wha... what are you doing," Amy barely managed to breathe out. "If you hold it like that, people are going to see what we're up to." Amy looked around to make sure no one had caught on to what they were secretly doing. Her face was already red from the pleasure being given to her by the vibrating panties. "You know what, you think you're so powerful with that remote. I want you to reach under the table cloth and your dress and take off your panties. You can leave them right there on the floor under the table." Amy continued to look around to make sure nobody was watching, then she added, "You better hurry before the waiter or somebody else catches you."

Grace gasped and dropped the remote, the red stone on her finger flashing brightly. As the remote clattered down onto the table, she reached down and hiked up her dress, exposing herself as she pulled her panties down, and because of the way she had dressed, her stockings went down with them. She kicked off her remaining heel so that she could remove them more easily. It only took her a few seconds to get them off, leave them in a little pile under the table, and fix her dress, but she was sure someone must have seen her. The confidence she'd had mere moments ago had evaporated as she looked down at the table, shame faced and blushing. "That's really not fair, you know. It's not like anyone would have known what the remote was for."

"Oh?" Amy inquired as she shifted again to keep the vibrations from hitting her most sensitive spot. "Maybe I should have you do something too. Sit on the edge of your seat and spread your legs under the table." Amy grew a little confident as she gave her orders and took control of Grace. She managed to kick off one of her shoes leaving her foot alone to hike up Grace's leg until she reached the centerpiece. Amy had her foot rub along Grace's thigh before pressing between Grace's legs to press against the soft flesh underneath the dress.

Grace spread her legs as far as she could while still keeping them under the table, keeping perfectly still while Amy teased her. She had to bite down on her lip to keep from making any sound. As she looked around, she could see a few people trying to cast discreet glances at their table. They obviously had some idea of what was going on, even if they couldn't tell exactly what. "I don't know why you're being this way. This was your idea," she whispered. "Or is it just that you didn't believe I'd actually go through with it?" Grace was so focused on the feeling between her legs, she didn't even notice the waiter come back until he was placing their food on the table. She forced a smile, trying to look as if nothing strange was going on, but that was a lost cause by now. "Thank you," she said simply.

"My pleasure," said the waiter just before walking away. After he left, Amy turned towards and smirked at Grace. To be honest, Amy didn't really think Grace would follow through on their kinky little game, but now that she had, Amy had to dish what was being dealt. She continued rubbing up and down Grace's slit with her big toe. If she had to pretend to sit here and eat as if nothing was really going on, then she was going to make sure Grace had to do the same, even if people were slowly catching on. Amy casually tried to eat her chicken parmesan while the vibrator kept going inside her. She only hoped Grace was struggling as much as she was, in her own little playful way.

Grace picked over her own food, a plate of fettucini alfredo, and tried her best to ignore the rubbing between her legs. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to keep it up for long, and she had to stop eating altogether to concentrate on keeping quiet. And since Amy had given her an order, she couldn't close her legs no matter how much she wanted to. She wasn't even able to try. But she decided that if Amy was going to play dirty, then she could too. She grabbed the remote from where it was resting on the table and turned it to the highest setting before putting it back into her bag.

Amy let out the smallest moan before biting her lips closed. The vibrations were powerful now slowly pushing her towards the end that would lead to her orgasm. She knew there was no way to get Grace to cum before she did. There was only one possible solution and that was to give up in the hopes that she would be granted mercy of a public orgasm with people watching. She pulled her foot away and said, "OK OK, you can close your legs, I won't play dirty anymore..." Her breathing was growing deeper and her face was red. If Grace didn't stop the vibrator soon, Amy was going to cum.

As Grace closed her legs and straightened her dress, it was clear from her expression that she was still very annoyed with Amy. Not only had her friend broken their deal, but now Grace's nicest panties were on the floor under the table and she had no way to retrieve them without further humiliating herself. She pulled her heels back onto her bare feet, took a sip of her wine, and went on enjoying her meal without casting another glance at her date. She even poured herself a second glass of wine, filling it nearly to the top. After all, at this rate, it would be the last time either of them were ever allowed back into this restaurant, so she might as well get the most out of it that she could. She did take a moment to look at the decor; this place really was fancy, and she had to wonder how Amy had managed to get reservations on such short notice.

"Please..." Amy said while leaning forward, "turn it off, I'm about to... cum. I'm sorry about everything. Please?" Amy was begging right now, her will breaking down by the vibrator beating against it. She gripped the table cloth, her fingers curling into the fabric. Any moment now she would loose control. She wondered if it would be messy or if she could manage to keep it contained inside her panties. "I'll do anything, just please... don't make me cum with so many people around."

Grace glared at Amy over the top of her glass. As annoyed as she was, the woman was still her best friend and she couldn't just ignore her pleas that easily. She took the remote back out and turned the vibrator off completely before setting the remote back on the table next to her plate. "If you give one more order before we get home tonight, I swear, I will turn them all the way up and leave them that way for the rest of the night. And you are going to make this up to me later. Got it?" Sometimes Grace worried that she was too nice and that people took advantage of that, but she wouldn't let that happen now, especially when she couldn't even control her own actions.

"I'm sorry," Amy said as her head hit the table. The bump was enough to rattle the dishes and silverware. She brought her head back up and picked up her fork and knife and tried to continue where she left off. She took bites of her chicken before taking sips of her wine. She knew she would have to make it up to Grace. Amy expected the restaurant to be somewhat empty, or at least that they would have a secluded table like she had requested, but it seemed like they couldn't even manage that. Amy tried to make conversation with Grace. "So... did you have any lovers in Egypt I should know about?"

"Not any you should know about, no," Grace answered coolly. She hadn't been with anyone, and she was sure Amy knew that, but she wasn't in the mood for her jokes. She finished eating a little while before Amy, placing her silverware on the corner of her plate. She decided not to have any more wine, as tempting as it was. If she did end up turning the vibrator back on, she would have to drive them home. "I'm in the mood for desert. What about you?"


A woman of bold character, unafraid to explore her desires and push boundaries. She is adventurous and playful, engaging in daring games even in public settings. Her willingness to take risks suggests a confident personality. She carries herself with an allure that matches her audacious spirit. However, she also shows vulnerability when pushed beyond her comfort zone, indicating a more complex personality beneath the surface bravado.

"Not any you should know about, no," Grace answered coolly. She hadn't been with anyone, and she was sure Amy knew that, but she wasn't in the mood for her jokes. She finished eating a little while before Amy, placing her silverware on the corner of her plate. She decided not to have any more wine, as tempting as it was. If she did end up turning the vibrator back on, she would have to drive them home. "I'm in the mood for desert. What about you?"

"Sure," Amy replied. She figured Grace wasn't in the mood to talk anymore, so she figured she'd give Grace what she wanted. Amy was paying after all. She finished the rest of her chicken. It was a moment longer before the waiter came back and asked if there was anything else they wanted. Amy decided to let Grace order the desert. She was actually full and would probably just take a little nibble on whatever Grace decided to order.


A woman who is initially manipulative and cunning, intending to use her sexuality for personal gain. However, she finds herself unexpectedly overwhelmed by desire and submission when confronted with Aaron's dominance. Her struggle between pleasure and pride reveals an internal conflict in her personality, ultimately leading her to give in to her desires despite the shame she experiences.

Jasmine looked up as she listened to him call her a whore. Perhaps she was something like that, because she wanted him desperately to fuck her again, though she was ashamed to admit it. She had expected an inexperienced and even pathetic fuck with Alex, then she would have made him feel like shit for cheating on Lydia enough to get him to leave her forever and now look at her, here she was wanting to have the cock of his best friend plowing into her again. He however seemed to be having some different thoughts in the matter as he knelt between her legs and began teasing her body with his fingers. Telling her how he wanted to hear her beg him for his cock, how she would want it so badly she would cry.

His smile however, didn't comfort her when he said he might just give it to her if she did. Regardless, from being fucked her pussy was already very sensitive and responsive to his fingers as she whimpered and bucked against them, trying to get the satisfaction it desired but was being denied to her. "Ahhh oh god." She cried out as her body began bucking even harder. She needed to finish, she knew it but to do so would mean she would have to beg, plead and cry for his cock, but was she really willing to do just that to get it?

Aaron had never had so much complete power. He loved it. After sliding in his right and middle index finger inside her, teasing with delicate curling, he slid them out and brought them to her lips. "That's right..." he was leaning over her, the length of his shaft against her soaked flesh, "You are my weak little bitch. A pathetic little whore that needs my cock." He looked for a bit of response before issuing his next command, "Suck on my fingers... you'll like the taste, I'm sure." All the while the head of his cock teased at her sensitive clit in precise motions he knew would drive her wild.

Jasmine whimpered and bucked as he continued to torment her body. Then it suddenly stopped and she was left there, panting and wanting more as he brought his juice coated fingers up to her lips. She listened to his calling her his whore, his weak little bitch and she could only look up at him. He told her to suck on his fingers and she could feel the head of his cock teasing her clit. She pulled his fingers into her mouth and licked them, cleaning herself off of his fingers as she squirmed beneath him. When she was done, she pulled her mouth off his fingers and groaned. "Please don't tease me anymore Aaron." She panted as she arched her back a little. "Please... I'll do anything you ask if you won't tease me anymore."

Aaron leaned over her, his hips pressed against her like what it would be like when he was deep inside her... but instead his cock was pressed lengthwise, the hard ridges teasing the excited flesh. "I told you... I want to hear you cry." He whispered. "I want you to know that you are my bitch now. You will be doing what I want. You won't hurt Alex... in fact you'll help make sure things are good between him and Lydia. You'll do this because you know I can just stand up, grab my clothes and leave. In fact, I'd love to do just that. Listening to your torment as I leave would be well worth it." He moved so he was close enough he could kiss her... but his lips weren't occupied with hers. They were twisted into a cruel grin while his eyes stared into hers.

Jasmine was in complete and utter chaos and frustration. She didn't want to cry out as he told her that he wanted her to, but she also didn't want him to get up and leave her there wanting more. She listened to him tell her that she was going to do things to make sure Alex and Lydia got closer, that she was to help make things good between them and she nodded, her breathing coming out in pants and whimpers. "N... no please!" She cried out as he said he should just get his clothes and leave her, that it would be well worth it. "Please Aaron!" She cried out, her hands reaching toward him as her body ached. "I'll do what ever you want!"

Aaron laughed with an open, wide grin... filled with filthy glee. He swatted away her arms casually as he stared her down. "I think I will give this to you. You don't deserve it though. You are a filthy whore and a rotten bitch. I shouldn't touch you save to beat your ugly face. But that isn't my style. The fact remains though that I'm only interested in whimpering, pathetic desperation... and if you expect me to continue giving this..." As he spoke his cock slipped in her deep with ease due to how wet she was. "I want to hear you tell me how you don't deserve this. How horrible a person you are... and how grateful you are that anyone would consider fucking you." That said, he started thrusting his hard shaft in her. If she expected some sort of violent fuck, she got the wrong idea from he said. He didn't do bad sex on a matter of principle. He wasn't the biggest man for his age, but he knew what to do with what he had. He was searching her face, watching her reactions, adjusting his actions accordingly.

He absolutely did not want her to feel raped. He wanted her to anguish when it was done that she had to debase herself to the lowest level to get sex like she'd never had and likely never would again.

Jasmine fought internally against his demands, was it really worth doing this? She knew she could just go back to her cabin and get herself off, she didn't have to debase herself just because he seemed to want her to do so, but there was something about him that set all her nerve endings on fire. More so then her boyfriend had ever been able to do and she felt as if she couldn't just let him go. Her heart aching for everything he was telling her that she had to say to get what she wanted, she felt heat flushing her face. "I am a horrible person, a vile ooze and the lowest of the low and I don't deserve to be on the same planet as you or anyone else. I don't deserve the pleasure your body can give me and I am very grateful you or anyone else would ever consider fucking me." She said in a very defeated voice, almost as if she was about to cry... which she was but more for the loss of her pride then anything.

Aaron's hands planted on each side of her head... he could easily pin her, but wasn't. This was on purpose, if she realized it or not... he didn't need to pin her down... he knew she wasn't going anywhere. His thrusts continued, keeping rhythm... other than when he stopped to grind himself in her, his legs on hers. He leaned down and whispered, "You know, you might not be worthless after all... when I cum in you... and then do so again, and again... I don't have to bother with cleaning up. So there is something you can do right." He laughed cruelly, "I shouldn't call you bitch... dog aren't for what you're good at... and I'd enjoy living with a dog... No, I think I should call you rag." He laughed as he continued, his thrusts sliding in her with clock like regularity, accompanied by the slaps of his man parts on her ass.

Jasmine couldn't help it, he was feeling so good inside of her as he thrusted into her. She knew this was wrong, that she shouldn't let him do this because of the fact that he was beating her down mentally with his words. But she couldn't find it inside of her to stop him, to put an end to it. "Oh... nyugh... y... yes I am your rag." she panted out the words, feeling shameful inside for agreeing with him. "Y... your rag to use up as you wish." Her words were flowing yet her mind was reeling in her head. The one thing she knew she was thankful for was she wouldn't get pregnant and so her boyfriend would never find out about this. Because after they left camp, she would never have to see him again right? So what was the worry there? There was none.


A dominant and assertive man who enjoys having power over others, particularly in sexual situations. He takes pleasure in teasing and tormenting Jasmine, both physically and mentally. His cruel remarks and actions reveal a sadistic side to his personality. Despite this, he demonstrates knowledge of how to provide pleasure, indicating that he is experienced and confident in his abilities.

Aaron's hands planted on each side of her head... he could easily pin her, but wasn't. This was on purpose, if she realized it or not... he didn't need to pin her down... he knew she wasn't going anywhere. His thrusts continued, keeping rhythm... other than when he stopped to grind himself in her, his legs on hers. He leaned down and whispered, "You know, you might not be worthless after all... when I cum in you... and then do so again, and again... I don't have to bother with cleaning up. So there is something you can do right." He laughed cruelly, "I shouldn't call you bitch... dog aren't for what you're good at... and I'd enjoy living with a dog... No, I think I should call you rag." He laughed as he continued, his thrusts sliding in her with clock like regularity, accompanied by the slaps of his man parts on her ass.


A woman of considerable allure, possessing large breasts which are frequently the focus of Seraph's attention. Her fairy nature imply an ethereal beauty unique to her kind. Ellie is adventurous and open-minded, willing to engage in intimate acts despite initial discomfort. She exhibits a surprising level of resilience and adaptability during their encounter, indicative of a strong-willed character. Moreover, she communicates openly about her feelings and desires, showing honesty and directness in expressing herself sexually. Despite being new to such experiences, she shows enthusiasm and even takes initiative at times, suggesting a confident and assertive personality. Finally, her emotional connection with Seraph hints at a deeper romantic inclination beneath her passionate exterior.

Ellie moaned even louder as Seraph took one of her tits in his hot mouth and began to tease and lick it. Holy crap, that felt incredible. She kept working his cock on her stomach, but so far, Ellie hadn't found anything she disliked yet.

Seraph sucked and licked her nipples back and forth catching each of them as he did nuzzling the soft flesh of her huge tits before sucking firmly on her nipples. His massive cock throbbed and flexed in her grip his large balls rubbing her pussy lips up and down more. "Mmm!" Breaking the kiss he hand on her left nipple he looked to her eyes again. "Do you want to feel my cock inside you?"

Ellie moaned louder and louder as Seraph enjoyed her tits. Her tits, she was finding, were quite sensitive, and Seraph was amazing at what he was doing to her. His cock was now throbbing in her grip and his balls bouncing up and down her clit a lot faster, making Ellie moan louder. "Yes... will it hurt?"

He sucked a bit harder on her nipple some more pulling till it popped from his lips making it bounce and jiggle. Grinning more and looking into eyes he nodded some. "The first time always hurts some but it does not last and considering my size you are gonna need time to get use to it inside of you." His deep voice rumbled as he spoke leaning down and licking her other nipple before kissing each of them back and forth.

Ellie frowned when Seraph explained that it was going to hurt. "Well, are you going to put it in me?" Ellie asked, still moaning as he focused on her sensitive huge breasts.

Seraph grinned and nodded to her as he moved a bit slowly pulling his massive cock from her grip and rubbing the large head over her virgin pussy lips. The head was enough to spread them as he moved to rub it over her clit then back down to her pussy lips. His large balls swaying at the base of his cock as he slowly pushed into her tight pussy. "Mmm, Ellie here it comes." He growled as he pushed more of his length slowly into her.

Ellie smiled up at Seraph as he slowly pulled his length from her hands and rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy. She moaned softly as he rubbed it over her rather tenderly. At least he was being very gentle with her. Or so it seemed. Ellie let out a pained moan as he slowly pushed that massive length into her. It was girthy, and it kind of hurt. She didn't know whether to moan or just scream as he kept pushing into her. "It hurts, Seraph!" Ellie screamed. "Is it going to stop hurting soon?" Ellie asked, wondering when she might enjoy this, or if she ever would.

Seraph grunted putting his hands on the bed feeling how tight her pussy was the large head bulging inside her stretching her more and more. "Ohhhh your pussy so tight!" He growled more as he stopped when he felt the thin barrier of her hymen. The portion of his thick shaft throbbed and flexed inside her stretching her pussy more. "It takes time."

"It's not like I've ever had sex before!" Ellie pointed out. "And you said yourself, you're bigger than most..." Ellie pointed out. Her body was slowly expanding and letting his huge cock fit more comfortably in her, even though it felt like a lot of pressure inside her. "Come on, keep going!" Ellie said. "I'm a woman of my word, you can do whatever you want to me." Ellie said, fighting back tears as her hymen broke.

Seraph groaned as he pushed more of his massive cock into her pussy breaking her hymen and starting to push even deeper. His massive cock throbbing and flexing inside her stretching her tight pussy walls more and more. "OHhhhhh!" He kept pushing till he got his entire cock inside her his large balls rubbing against her ass hole now as he rocked his hips grinding into her pussy for now.

Once her hymen broke, Ellie nearly screamed in pain. But that rush of pain just became more pressure as Seraph kept pushing his huge cock into her. He seemed to be enjoying it, and that was what mattered to Ellie, even if it did hurt her. His balls rubbed her ass as Seraph rocked his hips. Thankfully, the pain faded away, and her pussy expanded to where Seraph's cock was very comfortably in her. She was wet, which made it easier for him to move, when he was ready. "What... what happens now?"

"Now I start thrusting." He growled low as he pulled half his thick length out and then thrust back into her tight wet pussy. His hands moving to her hips as he picked up his pace till he was slamming in and out of her. His large balls slapping into her ass, groaning in pleasure as he moved in and out pulling almost out of her before thrusting hard back into her making sure that his shaft was nice and wet for her.

Ellie giggled as she heard Seraph's words. It would have been weird if all he was doing was just putting his cock in her, so she was relieved to know it wasn't all. Before long, he was thrusting in and out of her rather quickly and hard. So damn hard. Ellie hadn't expected to like it at all, but before too long, Ellie was a moaning mess, moaning desperately and moving her body so his cock went even deeper into her each time. "Oh god, Seraph!" Ellie moaned out his name, loving the sensations he was giving her. "Holy... this is amazing, you feel so good!"

Seraph groaned in pleasure as he started thrusting in and out of her tight soaked pussy even harder making sure that he was pushing his entire massive length inside her. "Ohhhh fuck!" Her virgin pussy was so tight and hot squeezing his thick shaft in all the right places with his heavy balls slapping into her ass with each thrust. The physical feelings were not just all he was feeling but the emotional ones as well and he wanted more of both of them. Hearing her moans made his cock even harder as he flexed his thick shaft so the large head plowed into her g-spot and deep into her cervix.

Ellie was soon screaming in pleasure as Seraph thrusted harder and even faster into her. It felt like she was breakable, but somehow, no matter how hard he rammed his huge cock into her, Ellie didn't break. Instead, she found herself screaming in pleasure, unable to think at the moment. The only thing she felt was the incredible raw power that came with each thrust from her werewolf. It seemed insane to her that this was really her first time, because it seemed like she had been missing out. Or maybe it was just Seraph that was this good sexually.

Either way, Ellie had no intentions of stopping. She was Seraph's and not just because they had made a deal. It was more than that now. She had feelings for him she hadn't expected to find. "Yes! Oh my god, yes!" Ellie screamed out as she kept moaning loudly, her body moving with her new lover like she knew what she was doing, when in reality, it was simply that Ellie wanted his cock to get as deep as it could into her. This was heaven, being fucked by him.

Seraph loved the sounds of her screams and her moans of pleasure his massive cock throbbed and flexed even more. The screams making the pleasure he felt spike, even more, his massive cock grew thicker stretching her tight soaked pussy even more. "OhHHHH!!" He slid his hands down to her ass cheeks and lifting her lower half as he started thrusting even harder pushing his massive length even deeper than before.

Ellie was still screaming in pleasure, completely and totally having her world rocked. Seraph was seriously incredible. Was it because he was a werewolf? It didn't matter, Ellie had the feeling that no one would ever satisfy her except for him. His cock was getting harder and thicker with her screams, obviously turning him on more. Before she knew it, Seraph lifted her up and began to thrust even harder, getting his cock even deeper into her. Ellie was screaming even louder with her pleasure levels being through the roof thanks to Seraph, but now, her body was nearly shaking from the pleasure and the force of his thrusts.

Seraph growled in pleasure his massive cock going even deeper as he lifted her ass off the bed and rested her cheeks against his thighs as he started thrusting even harder. The wet slaps were echoing in the room very loudly now as his large balls continued slapping into her. His strong arms were wrapped around her thighs just above her knees as he continued to move but he felt the pleasure and the pressure at the base of his cock starting to grow as his heavy sack swelled and contracted some. The large head of his cock gushing thick amounts of precum into her pussy making her even more slippery. "Ohhhh! Yes, Ellie!!"

Ellie moaned, loving the way that Seraph was practically growling. Ellie soon found herself reaching another orgasm, cumming all over Seraph's cock as he himself got closer. This was great, and Ellie was kind of mad she hadn't ever done this before. It was absolutely addicting, not to mention, Seraph was incredible.

Seraph growled more as he felt her tight pussy clamp down on his massive cock as she hit another orgasm. "OHhhhh!!" He felt his coming on fast his massive cock throbbing and flexing deep inside of her. The large head of his shaft hitting her cervix and penetrating deep into her womb as he arched his back. Thrusting as deep as he could as his cock started erupting deep inside her flooding her pussy and her womb full of his hot thick seed.

Ellie screamed in pleasure as she felt Seraph reach his orgasm and completely release all he had into her. It was a warm sensation and she really liked it. "You're incredible, Seraph." Ellie said with a smile up at him. "I'm so glad we met like this." Ellie admitted, blushing a little.

Seraph groaned in pleasure his massive cock still hard but it was slowly calming down after another huge release. "Ohh Ellie that felt great. I'm glad that we met this way as well." He growled low as he leaned down his massive cock still deep inside of her as he nuzzled her huge tits kissing the sides of them. His strong hands rubbing her hips up and down squeezing firmly. "Mmm."

Ellie grinned as she heard Seraph. "That was a lot of fun." Ellie said with a smile, giggled as he nuzzled her tits. "Wanna fuck until we pass out from exhaustion?" Ellie asked softly, hoping she'd get to spend a lot more time being fucked hard by him. Seraph was amazing, and so addicting. She couldn't help wanting more with him. Especially considering the fact that she was kind of falling for this rough, rugged werewolf she'd only originally needed to suck off. But now, she couldn't stop herself, she wanted a hell of a lot more than just this. Ellie moved up and kissed him rather passionately.

Seraph caught one of her nipples and sucked hard on it as he listened to her words he grinned wickedly. His massive cock flexed deep inside her the thick shaft still rock hard and stretching her tight pussy more. "Mmmm!" He sucked on her nipple till it popped from his mouth and he watched her huge tits bounce and jiggle. "That sounds amazing." He growled low as he grinds his hips into hers the large head of his cock pushing deeper into her womb.

Ellie moaned louder as Seraph sucked on one of her nipples. He was still rock hard in her. "I knew you wouldn't object." Ellie said with a wink. Ellie was soon bouncing on his lap again, moaning loudly.

Seraph growled in pleasure her tight pussy felt amazing and she could take all of him. He wondered if maybe that was a Fey thing able to please no matter the size. He started thrust in and out of her harder and faster wanting to hear her scream in pleasure again. His massive cock throbbing and flexing deep inside her stretching her pussy more. His large balls slapping into her ass. "Ohhhh!!"

Ellie moaned louder as she felt Seraph thrusting into her harder and faster. It was incredible, and she was screaming in pleasure in no time, gripping the sheets as Seraph's power was shaking his whole bed with each thrust.

Seraph growled in pleasure his massive cock penetrating her even deeper the large head of his cock bulging. His thick shaft throbbed and flexed stretching her tight pussy more and more. Molding the right space to his size and girth. Leaning into his powerful thrusts more he caught one of the nipples of her huge tits and started sucking hard on it again. "Mmmmm!!"

Ellie moaned, feeling like her body could just... break with as far into her as his cock was going. It felt so damn good, honestly, if this was how she died, she'd be fine with it. She eventually had to grip the mattress as the bed started shaking from Seraph's force. "Fuck, who knew a werewolf could be this good!" Ellie said happily, through moans. Her moans got even louder as he sucked on her nipples, feeling completely and totally weak to the man. It was quickly obvious she would do anything he wanted her to. Their agreement was one thing, but Ellie had to admit that she was kind of falling in love with the gruff, handsome werewolf on top of her.