A young woman who appears to be inexperienced and somewhat shy, particularly in the club setting. She blushes easily and struggles with maintaining eye contact, indicating her nervousness. However, she also displays an adventurous side when drawn in by Malik's seductive presence, gradually opening up and embracing the situation. Her willingness to engage with him suggests that she has a curious nature and is willing to explore new experiences despite initial apprehension.

"I'm..." Nichole felt compelled to tell him the truth. "I'm okay. Excited, cause I, um, haven't been to a club before but I think my friends bailed on me..." Nichole traced one fingertip along the bar, next to her drink, and tried to hold her eyes to his. They were fiery, and in the light she could swear they were red. She looked out at the dance floor again then turned back to him.

She shivered a little, almost squirming in her seat, and Malik's smile twitched a little, an expression of delighted attraction on his face. Her eyes attempted to hold to his, and he let every bit of the arousal and lust that fueled his being play through those red orbs, sparking and glowing as she gazed into them.

"Well, well. A virgin then. Or, at least to clubbing." He spun as she glanced at the dance floor, leaning back against the bar, his tall form stretching slightly. His shirt, a tight black t-shirt, rode up a little, exposing pale skin and a deep V shape that defined his hips, plunging down into the waistband of his pants. That amused, seductive smile still played out on his lips.

"It's quite simple, really. Drink, let yourself go, find someone you want to fuck, and ask them to dance." He flashed those pointed teeth at her again, and then knocked back the rest of his drink. "So beautiful... would you like to dance?"

One second, Nichole struggled to hold her eyes to him, too embarrassed and unwilling to be caught staring but the next, it seemed as if she couldn't take her eyes off of him. She blushed brightly, taking another sip as she watched him stretch out, her eyes wandering down. As soon as she realized that she had certainly been staring, she snapped her eyes back to his and instantly regretted it, her face flushing a bit brighter. The lust in his eyes was clear, but his question made it all the more evident. He had no hesitation, and every ounce of confidence that she so often seemed to lack.

Nichole suddenly smiled at him, more of an amused grin than anything, and slipped from her seat, finishing her own drink before extending a hand to him. She cleared her throat, hoping her voice would be steadier than her heart beat. "It would be my pleasure.." This wasn't what Nichole had planned for the night but something about this man was exactly what she wanted now.

She had most definitely been staring at him, though that was something he was used to. Incubi had a natural draw to them, something that drew people in, even in ways that were not sexual. She flushed prettily as he caught her staring, and he gave her a reassuring smile, hand running through his hair, revealing the small, curling horns that protruded from the top of his head.

Malik took her hand in his and led her to the dance floor as a upbeat, pulsing song came on, one with clear undertones of desire and sex, and he spun her around, one hand pulling her hips back against his, pressing her ass to his body, the other cupping her cheek to turn her head up to look at him. Standing, he was much taller than her, by a full foot of difference, and he smiled slightly as his eyes wandered her.

"Come here, babygirl. Show daddy what you've got." He teased, a low purr in his throat as his fingers slid along her jaw and into her hair. "Tell me... should I be gentle with you?"

The dance floor was hot, with pulsing bodies and a buzz of excitement, an undertone of arousal that always persists in scenes like these. She was so unused to this, such an alien environment for Nichole to throw herself into but part of it was thrilling. She smiled and laughed as he spun her, her head spinning a bit more than she had expected and she couldn't tell if that was because of the alcohol or the man that now held her body close to his. She swayed her hips against him, heart racing and her mind wandering. His voice snapped her back to the moment though and she looked up at him, pursing her lips together in a smile.

Nichole paused for a moment, a bit nervously, then spoke, perhaps a bit too quietly. "Not... not a bit," she said. Her voice was shaky and breathy, reflecting the dazed, jittery thoughts racing through her head.

The pounding music and pulsing heat of the dance floor ran through him, giving Malik further energy and thrill. Her quiet, shaky, breathy response made him smile brightly, a little purr in his throat that only she could hear, right next to her ear.

"Good girl, that's what I like to hear." He tugged her against him, more roughly, more firmly, pressing her swaying hips to his. Her smile only made his grow wider. "A girl who likes it rough and hard is... delicious." he teased, a hand sliding along her crop top to caress the soft, hot skin of her stomach with a slim, pale hand. Fingertips danced along her body, teasing at her waistband and shirt in equal measure, as if threatening to wander scandalously low or scandalously high on her body in the middle of the crowded dance floor.

"I'm Malik, doll. Though you can call me 'Daddy', since I'm going to take care of you tonight. Drink what you want, eat what you want, buy what you want. Let's make your first time a good time, hm?"

Nichole squealed and smiled brightly, pressed against him, and arched her back, pushing her ass further against him. She shivered at his touch, and brought one hand up to cover his, following it along her stomach while the other hand dropped back to the side of his thigh, running her fingers up and down along him as they swayed to the music. She leaned back, looking up at him, painfully aware now of how vulnerable she was. At his comment, though, she blushed again, bringing her eyes back down to the dancers around them, flustered. But she owed him a name.

"Nichole..." She paused, staring around them without really seeing anything. "I'm still not quite sure this isn't a dream," she said with a light laugh.

Malik laughed, delighted by the sound she made and the comment at the end. She leaned back into him, however, clearly returning his affections and attentions, particularly as her hand slid along his thigh and her ass pressed firmly to him. She blushed and squirmed, almost, her fingers dancing against him as he spoke.

"A dream, hmm?" He teased. "Let me convince you it's real." He offered, and spun her around again, his hand sliding around to the small of her back, sliding up under her shirt to press between her shoulder blades as he pulled her into him. With the height difference, he was certain she would be quite aware of the sizable bulge that was now pressed against her quite firmly. But more importantly, his free hand laced into her hair. With a firm, rough tug, he used that grip to bring her lips to his in a hot, rough kiss, teeth biting at her lips, his own sliding over them.

Despite it being an aggressive kiss by all accounts, he still managed to kiss her gracefully and seductively, slowing down and becoming more sweet and sexy before he pulled away, lips slightly parted as he locked eyes with her. "Want more?"

Nichole gasped as he spun her, eyes going wide and her body now buzzing with adrenaline. Another shiver went down her spine, goosebumps rising on her back as she looked up at him, lust and a flash of fear swimming in her eyes. They rolled back, though, at the tug in her hair and she stood up on the tips of her toes to press into the kiss, some sort of instinct kicking in to react.

Her head swam with his touch, the bite causing her to let out a low moan, flushing her cheeks brighter. She wrapped her arms behind his neck, tugging lightly at his hair and tracing her nails along the back of his neck, toward his shoulder. When he finally pulled away, she clung tighter to him, her head swimming. Nichole bit her lip and looked up at him, suddenly aware of the bulge pressing against her, and nodded. Her voice shook more now than ever as she looked into his eyes. "Yes... please."


A tall, attractive man with pale skin and an alluring presence. He has red eyes, small curling horns on his head, and sharp teeth, revealing his identity as an incubus. He exudes confidence and seductiveness in both his appearance and demeanor. Wearing a tight black t-shirt that accentuates his physique, Malik effortlessly captures Nichole's attention. His assertive personality is evident through his direct advances towards her and the way he takes control of their interactions on the dance floor. Malik is a captivating figure who knows how to charm and entice those around him.

Malik laughed, delighted by the sound she made and the comment at the end. She leaned back into him, however, clearly returning his affections and attentions, particularly as her hand slid along his thigh and her ass pressed firmly to him. She blushed and squirmed, almost, her fingers dancing against him as he spoke.

"A dream, hmm?" He teased. "Let me convince you it's real." He offered, and spun her around again, his hand sliding around to the small of her back, sliding up under her shirt to press between her shoulder blades as he pulled her into him. With the height difference, he was certain she would be quite aware of the sizable bulge that was now pressed against her quite firmly. But more importantly, his free hand laced into her hair. With a firm, rough tug, he used that grip to bring her lips to his in a hot, rough kiss, teeth biting at her lips, his own sliding over them.

Despite it being an aggressive kiss by all accounts, he still managed to kiss her gracefully and seductively, slowing down and becoming more sweet and sexy before he pulled away, lips slightly parted as he locked eyes with her. "Want more?"


A female Cait Sith, with feline characteristics such as fluffy ears and a tail, alongside her human-like form. She's petite but agile and flexible. Her personality is complex: initially submissive, she later exhibits resistance and even dominance in their sexual dance. Despite her feigned aloofness, she shows enjoyment during their encounters and can be teasingly provocative. Her ability to regain control after intense experiences reveals resilience and adaptability. Towards the end, Idaya displays a softer side by curling up on Marcuso, indicating an underlying need for comfort and closeness despite her outward defiance.

Idaya's entire body went into trembling spasms as she resisted the sudden orgasmic onslaught. Her hips came down hard on his waist as the tip of his cock speared into her womb and began to pump cum into her. Her teeth clamped shit as her hands fell trembling in front of her. "Nnngh... gnnnnn..." Her neck was stiff as she stared at the heavens and begged for mercy, feeling a war rush of potent sperm swelled her stomach.

She could feel each pulse of his balls and his cock invade her, feel the tension in his body as he clung to her, hard. Her own pussy gushed a waterfall, sending slow and painfully insistent waves of pleasure into her mind. Her legs twitched as she finally let her mouth open slowly, shivering and sweating. "Thank you..." she whispered hoarsely to no one in particular.

Her weight pushed back against the stiff man, just enough to tip him over and give her an opening. Her body, still nimble despite how hard she had been fucked, wriggled out of his arms and crawled, bowlegged, to the plate of food which was luckily in reach. Her entire body trembled as she smelled it, and tears trickled down her face. Her arms gave way as she felt the slow swishing of his cum in her womb, and her body spasmed as cream leaked out of her.

Thankfully, her face was close enough to the food. As the orgasm slowly claimed her, a creeping, pleasurable poison slowly dropping out of her well-pounded cunt, she plunged her face into the food, tongue dragging to her mouth anything and everything she could reach. She inhaled it, barely able to taste it as she filled her belly hungrily. She finally collapsed her face down on the plate when she had cleaned it out as much as possible, a puddle of cum slowly growing under her thighs.

The world swam before Marcuso's eyes, a deep haze of such intense pleasure he'd never felt before, and he was barely able to string together a coherent thought. All he knew was that it had felt amazing, she had been amazing, and he never wanted to lose this. He groaned as he finally came to, dull eyes glancing around the tent until he finally stopped to look at his new pet. She was lying facedown on a licked clean plate, her body slumped with her rear in the air, cum gushing out of her as it found escape from a body that simply could not hold it. It was a hypnotic, enticing sight, and Marcuso felt himself grow hard at it.

Crawling to his feet, Marcuso was driven by pure animal instinct, inching closer to the girl until he finally kneeled behind her. His hands grabbed her butt, spreading her cheeks to give him a better view of her wetness. He wanted more, so much more, to fill her with so much cum that she would burst. With the numbness still permeating his body, Hector positioned himself properly, lifting her butt up and bringing his utterly soaked cock, lubricated by their collective juices, to her tightest rear entrance. The head of his cock prodded at her anal opening, a single-minded pursuit for pleasure slowly spreading it apart. Her tail, wagging weakly, passed by his face then, and Marcuso chomped down on it with his teeth, though he could barely manage enough strength to even begin hurting it. Slowly, ever so slowly, he inched himself into her absurdly tight ass, immense pain and pleasure flooding his mind as he invaded the last of her holes he hadn't violated.

Idaya slept lightly. Almost all of the Cait Sith did. Still, the orgasm hat put her into a comatose state... until she felt a cock trying to invade her bum. The girl's weakened front half hot up as she gave an angry screech, and her tail batted him in the face as her trembling arms collapsed while trying to hold her up. "No... no no no!" she wailed, trying to drag and squirm herself away.

"Aunnnn..." she sighed as he bit her tail. Knowing she was unable to escape, and satisfied with her recent meal and victory, Idaya let her head sink to the ground. With a deep breath, she recalled her training and loosened herself as much as possible, squirming uncomfortably at the feeling of a man invading her precious little rosebud. Her buttocks waggled gently to help him squeeze in, and she sighed again as she felt the pressure his cock placed on her pussy. "Mmmm... there's a good boy..." she whispered.

Still recovering from his last orgasm as he was, Marcuso was nevertheless fully capable of keeping his hold on her. Keeping a tight hold on her butt until she finally resigned herself to it. The way she wiggled her butt at him sent another shiver through his spine, only to be eclipsed by the intense pleasure he felt as he buried himself deeper and deeper inside her ungodly tight ass. Grunting loudly, Marcuso used all of his respectable strength to finally begin moving properly, thrusting his pelvis as much as he could manage as he started fucking her cute little butt. Her pussy had been tight for sure, but this was like on an entirely different level. It almost felt like his dick could snap in half any minute, yet at the same time, the pleasure could not be properly described. All reason had left his mind, Marcuso began rutting her like a bitch in heat, more and more of his considerable length disappearing inside her with every thrust and grunt of effort.

Idaya purred pleasantly, wiggling her rump again with a giggle. Despite her compromising position, she rather enjoyed herself here. The way he seemed to be having so much trouble with her tightness made her feel superior, like a queen. Granted, that wasn't to say it didn't hurt, but Idaya was used to pain. It was the pleasure that each thrust brought to her wet core that she focused on, trembling slightly. She felt her tightness yielding to him, and spread her legs with a pleased smile, letting him ram his waist into her firm ass as much as he wanted. "Ooh... harder, big boy, harder..." she encouraged, slowly beginning to move her hips. "That's it... you like it, don't you? I'm proud of my ass..." she gasped, rolling her hips back onto him. "You'll never win here!"

More and more of him found its way to fit inside her, forced into that warm depth. Soon enough he managed to pick up his pace, ramming her from behind with such force that her cute little backside was pushed into the air with every thrust. Marcuso barely heard her words, obsessed with her tight ass as he was, every ounce of his recovering strength poured into fucking her. Soon enough he finally managed to bury himself completely inside her, every thrust slamming his pelvis against her butt and resounding through the tent. There was nothing more he wanted to do than cum at that moment, yet he had not recovered sufficiently for it. Instead he fucked her mindlessly, and he would do so for quite a while, picking up speed and power throughout.

Idaya was rather pleased by this development. While not as pleasurable as taking it up her pussy, she had far more control now. She shot a grin at him as he pounded her ass, and held herself high in the air as her tail darted around his face, having escaped his mouth at last. "You can do better than that..." she teased, wriggling on the ground. "Mmm... or can you? Why don't you just finish and get it over with?" She moaned playfully, her slit deliciously wet.

A very small part of Marcuso's mind registered that this wasn't working, no matter how long he fucked her, he didn't feel an approaching climax. Enough sense had returned to him to wonder if he was just doing it wrong, and as such, he decided to change tactics. With a wet plop he withdrew, before swiftly and roughly turning her onto her back and throwing himself at her. His cock, hard as ever, easily found its way inside her still soaking wet cunt, burying itself inside her even on its first thrust. Her mouth was his next target, Marcuso pinning the girl under his own weight as he pulled her into a hungry kiss. As he was on top of her, he began feverishly thrusting yet again, his hands pinning her shackled wrists on either side of her head while his tongue invaded her mouth eagerly.

Idaya was in such a relaxed state that she didn't even register, not at first, when he whirled her around, spread her legs, and plunged his cock into her. The sensations reached her soon enough, though, and her eyes, which had been languidly half-closed, shot wide open as she screamed. Her sensitive cunt clamped down immediately on the intruder, and she barely noticed the empty feeling in her ass as Marcuso claimed her mouth. She barely put up any resistance at first. Her hands struggled weakly against his pinning as her hips slapped pathetically against his; his surprise attack had removed much of her ability to fight. "Mmmm... nnnnngh!"

There was something especially wonderful about how she struggled under Marcuso, the way her shackled legs and hands twisted and fought to escape her bondage. At the same time, he fucked her relentlessly, plunging his large cock inside her tightness, pounding her for all she was worth. The wetness and warmth were entirely different, and he felt her insides constrict and twist to accommodate his size, her cervix the only thing stopping him from spearing her all the way into her womb. His tongue danced in her mouth, having its way with her own much in the same way as he was having his way with her pussy, drool spilled from between their lips, mixing and mingling as he pushed into her with all his mindless desire.

Idaya's legs twitched and wrapped around him, as if struggling to keep him from moving too much as she tried to adapt to this new development. Tears pricked her eyes as her hips spasmed upwards, the sensations too much to control. "Mmmph! Nnnnph!" Thrashing didn't help, but she tried it anyway, the heat from her pussy too much for her to bear. Her tail whipped around and attempted to press at his asshole, but it was far too weak to make much leeway.

If anything, the sensation of her wrapping her legs around him only further increased his speed, reaching a fevered pitch as he unleashed all of his desire on her. Faster and faster he went, hammering her lower body into the ground with every thrust he gave, grunting and groaning into her mouth as he practically devoured her whole. Bodily fluids splattered from their joined nethers, drool slipped from the corner of their mouths, and Marcuso kept going as though he'd never stop.

Her buttocks were bouncing off the ground with each thrust; Idaya didn't need to move anymore. Indeed, she couldn't move anymore. A froth of spittle dripped out the sides of their mouths as Idaya's legs weakened, then fell away altogether, twitching. Whatever resistance she had was, at the moment, completely shattered. Her body was a limp ragdoll now, though she was still barely conscious. Her moan into his mouth was nearly inaudible. "Cum... ming..." The scream that followed it, though, was accompanied by involuntary spasms, her entire body thrusting up and down as a gush of femcum attempted to force his cock out of her.

The way her orgasm made her body twitch and spasm only served to heighten his own pleasure, his thick cock barely able to stay inside her at this point. Yet he continued on relentlessly, feeling a rising fire within his body. "Not—not yet..." he breathed, before grasping her by the ankles and managed to lift her legs up despite the shackles, moving them up and almost parallel to her body. With her rear lifted off of the ground like this, Marcuso found it even easier to fuck her, and so he did, renewed vigor and the thought of blowing his load inside of her again spurred him on and on.

Idaya was gone now. The only things that came out of her lips were nonsensical pleas for mercy, and her eyelids blinked erratically over unfocused eyes. Her orgasm continued, impossibly powerful, with each thrust he gave, forcing more cum from whatever opening it could find in their depraved connection. "Cum... cum..." she moaned, jerking up and down with each thrust.

For once, that was an order he did not mind fulfilling. Marcuso leaned forward between her legs, keeping them in their upright position still, and drew the young girl into a sloppy kiss. The wet squelches of their lower bodies colliding filled the tent, and Marcuso could feel his own orgasm fast approaching. Bending forward even more, the large man pushed her legs down even further with his torso and shoulders, giving him free reign to move his hands down to grasp her tiny shoulders. So braced, his fucking of her tight, abused hole reached new heights, practically spearing her straight down into her body. His head swam as the orgasm finally came, almost blacking out as the wave of euphoria hit him, causing him to release a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure. One more time, he came inside her that day, whatever cum was left in his body practically squeezed from him to shoot inside of the tiny, waiting body beneath him.

Idaya trembled as she felt the cum flow into her, the warmth adding to that which was already there. She smiled weakly, for it was all she could do. She felt boneless, tired, her agile and flexible body little more than a bag of satisfied muscle. Sensation had all devolved into a low, throbbing warmth centered at her precious little cunt, and she whined, then purred as she tried to wriggle into a more comfortable position.

A comfortable position was likely not in the cards for either of them, as Marcuso practically collapsed on top of the small girl. His cock was still inside her, yet retaining its hardness as the last few spurts and drops of cum escaped him. His knees were locked in place, blessfully hindering him from crushing her with his weight, and his head rested next to hers as he fell unconscious in that compromising position.

"Hey... hey..." she mewled, shaking her head back and forth. It was really all she could move at the moment. "Hey..." She moved her face closer to him and licked his outer earlobe gently. "Hey..." she whimpered again.

The waking world did not come fast to him, though the tongue on his ear certainly helped. Marcuso returned to the land of the living with a feeling of utter contentment, his body warm and pleasant, and a pleasingly soft form under him. The mewling only made him appreciate the girl more, and he managed to open his eyes to look into her teary eyes. That did little to persuade him to move, however, as his hands moved to fondle and cuddle her fluffy ears, while he began kissing her neck until, finally, he kissed her deeply on the mouth instead.

Idaya arched her head softly into the gentle fondling, sighing and forgetting about her cramped thighs for a moment. However, it was for only a moment, and when he kissed her, some irritation returned. She was a proud Cait Sith, not some plaything! Still, she returned the kiss with equal fervor, even letting out a small, playful moan before pulling away. "Off," she commanded cutely. "Off now!"

With some reluctance Marcuso pulled back, allowing her to finally lower her legs and put them into a more comfortable position. He didn't pull out of her though, and soon enough, he bent down to fondle and kiss her, sucking on her nipples, licking her sweaty skin, and returning to caress her soft ears. It was a strange feeling for him to be so loving about someone, yet he didn't feel like removing himself from her. He just wanted to feel her more, kiss her more, fondle her more; it was all he could think to do.

Idaya let her legs fall with a harsh, sudden exertion of air, a smile on her face. The smile dissipated when he stayed inside her and began to grope her, and the Cait Sith turned her head up and away from his attentions, sniffing haughtily. "Hmph. Go away. I'm not in the mood." Her tail swished back and forth as best it could under her as she tried to draw her hips in and emphasize her point. Still, her back arched into his mouth and hands, and she let out a weak "nyaaaah" when he played with her ears.

Marcuso barely heard her, so occupied was he with playing with her body. Her nubile flesh and soft skin was wonderful to grope and suck and lick, and the dazed man seemingly didn't care for much else. He squirmed a bit inside her, thrusting weakly a few times, before he finally pulled out when he collapsed onto his back next to her. He was out like a light in the next moment, a strange smile on his face that seemed rather out of place.

"Stop. I said stop!" she whined, still pretending to be aloof. Finally, after he had done just enough to get her motor going again, he rolled off and fell cleanly asleep. "Asshole." Idaya muttered as she lay there, wondering if her muscles could still move. Somehow, she found the strength to sit up and crawl over to him. "Don't you dare do that again." She pawed her way onto his stomach and curled up in a fetal position, her tail wrapping around her buttocks. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she let out an adorable little yawn.


A warrior of considerable strength and stamina, capable of maintaining intense physical activity for prolonged periods. He is driven by his primal desires and exhibits a strong sexual dominance. Despite this, he also shows moments of tenderness, displaying an affectionate side when he fondles and kisses Idaya. His persistence shows a stubborn nature, while his single-minded pursuit of pleasure indicates a lack of self-restraint. Overall, Marcuso embodies the archetype of the insatiable lover with a mix of roughness and gentleness.

Idaya's entire body went into trembling spasms as she resisted the sudden orgasmic onslaught. Her hips came down hard on his waist as the tip of his cock speared into her womb and began to pump cum into her. Her teeth clamped shit as her hands fell trembling in front of her. "Nnngh... gnnnnn..." Her neck was stiff as she stared at the heavens and begged for mercy, feeling a war rush of potent sperm swelled her stomach.

She could feel each pulse of his balls and his cock invade her, feel the tension in his body as he clung to her, hard. Her own pussy gushed a waterfall, sending slow and painfully insistent waves of pleasure into her mind. Her legs twitched as she finally let her mouth open slowly, shivering and sweating. "Thank you..." she whispered hoarsely to no one in particular.

Her weight pushed back against the stiff man, just enough to tip him over and give her an opening. Her body, still nimble despite how hard she had been fucked, wriggled out of his arms and crawled, bowlegged, to the plate of food which was luckily in reach. Her entire body trembled as she smelled it, and tears trickled down her face. Her arms gave way as she felt the slow swishing of his cum in her womb, and her body spasmed as cream leaked out of her.

Thankfully, her face was close enough to the food. As the orgasm slowly claimed her, a creeping, pleasurable poison slowly dropping out of her well-pounded cunt, she plunged her face into the food, tongue dragging to her mouth anything and everything she could reach. She inhaled it, barely able to taste it as she filled her belly hungrily. She finally collapsed her face down on the plate when she had cleaned it out as much as possible, a puddle of cum slowly growing under her thighs.

The world swam before Marcuso's eyes, a deep haze of such intense pleasure he'd never felt before, and he was barely able to string together a coherent thought. All he knew was that it had felt amazing, she had been amazing, and he never wanted to lose this. He groaned as he finally came to, dull eyes glancing around the tent until he finally stopped to look at his new pet. She was lying facedown on a licked clean plate, her body slumped with her rear in the air, cum gushing out of her as it found escape from a body that simply could not hold it. It was a hypnotic, enticing sight, and Marcuso felt himself grow hard at it.

Crawling to his feet, Marcuso was driven by pure animal instinct, inching closer to the girl until he finally kneeled behind her. His hands grabbed her butt, spreading her cheeks to give him a better view of her wetness. He wanted more, so much more, to fill her with so much cum that she would burst. With the numbness still permeating his body, Hector positioned himself properly, lifting her butt up and bringing his utterly soaked cock, lubricated by their collective juices, to her tightest rear entrance. The head of his cock prodded at her anal opening, a single-minded pursuit for pleasure slowly spreading it apart. Her tail, wagging weakly, passed by his face then, and Marcuso chomped down on it with his teeth, though he could barely manage enough strength to even begin hurting it. Slowly, ever so slowly, he inched himself into her absurdly tight ass, immense pain and pleasure flooding his mind as he invaded the last of her holes he hadn't violated.

Idaya slept lightly. Almost all of the Cait Sith did. Still, the orgasm hat put her into a comatose state... until she felt a cock trying to invade her bum. The girl's weakened front half hot up as she gave an angry screech, and her tail batted him in the face as her trembling arms collapsed while trying to hold her up. "No... no no no!" she wailed, trying to drag and squirm herself away.

"Aunnnn..." she sighed as he bit her tail. Knowing she was unable to escape, and satisfied with her recent meal and victory, Idaya let her head sink to the ground. With a deep breath, she recalled her training and loosened herself as much as possible, squirming uncomfortably at the feeling of a man invading her precious little rosebud. Her buttocks waggled gently to help him squeeze in, and she sighed again as she felt the pressure his cock placed on her pussy. "Mmmm... there's a good boy..." she whispered.

Still recovering from his last orgasm as he was, Marcuso was nevertheless fully capable of keeping his hold on her. Keeping a tight hold on her butt until she finally resigned herself to it. The way she wiggled her butt at him sent another shiver through his spine, only to be eclipsed by the intense pleasure he felt as he buried himself deeper and deeper inside her ungodly tight ass. Grunting loudly, Marcuso used all of his respectable strength to finally begin moving properly, thrusting his pelvis as much as he could manage as he started fucking her cute little butt. Her pussy had been tight for sure, but this was like on an entirely different level. It almost felt like his dick could snap in half any minute, yet at the same time, the pleasure could not be properly described. All reason had left his mind, Marcuso began rutting her like a bitch in heat, more and more of his considerable length disappearing inside her with every thrust and grunt of effort.

Idaya purred pleasantly, wiggling her rump again with a giggle. Despite her compromising position, she rather enjoyed herself here. The way he seemed to be having so much trouble with her tightness made her feel superior, like a queen. Granted, that wasn't to say it didn't hurt, but Idaya was used to pain. It was the pleasure that each thrust brought to her wet core that she focused on, trembling slightly. She felt her tightness yielding to him, and spread her legs with a pleased smile, letting him ram his waist into her firm ass as much as he wanted. "Ooh... harder, big boy, harder..." she encouraged, slowly beginning to move her hips. "That's it... you like it, don't you? I'm proud of my ass..." she gasped, rolling her hips back onto him. "You'll never win here!"

More and more of him found its way to fit inside her, forced into that warm depth. Soon enough he managed to pick up his pace, ramming her from behind with such force that her cute little backside was pushed into the air with every thrust. Marcuso barely heard her words, obsessed with her tight ass as he was, every ounce of his recovering strength poured into fucking her. Soon enough he finally managed to bury himself completely inside her, every thrust slamming his pelvis against her butt and resounding through the tent. There was nothing more he wanted to do than cum at that moment, yet he had not recovered sufficiently for it. Instead he fucked her mindlessly, and he would do so for quite a while, picking up speed and power throughout.

Idaya was rather pleased by this development. While not as pleasurable as taking it up her pussy, she had far more control now. She shot a grin at him as he pounded her ass, and held herself high in the air as her tail darted around his face, having escaped his mouth at last. "You can do better than that..." she teased, wriggling on the ground. "Mmm... or can you? Why don't you just finish and get it over with?" She moaned playfully, her slit deliciously wet.

A very small part of Marcuso's mind registered that this wasn't working, no matter how long he fucked her, he didn't feel an approaching climax. Enough sense had returned to him to wonder if he was just doing it wrong, and as such, he decided to change tactics. With a wet plop he withdrew, before swiftly and roughly turning her onto her back and throwing himself at her. His cock, hard as ever, easily found its way inside her still soaking wet cunt, burying itself inside her even on its first thrust. Her mouth was his next target, Marcuso pinning the girl under his own weight as he pulled her into a hungry kiss. As he was on top of her, he began feverishly thrusting yet again, his hands pinning her shackled wrists on either side of her head while his tongue invaded her mouth eagerly.

Idaya was in such a relaxed state that she didn't even register, not at first, when he whirled her around, spread her legs, and plunged his cock into her. The sensations reached her soon enough, though, and her eyes, which had been languidly half-closed, shot wide open as she screamed. Her sensitive cunt clamped down immediately on the intruder, and she barely noticed the empty feeling in her ass as Marcuso claimed her mouth. She barely put up any resistance at first. Her hands struggled weakly against his pinning as her hips slapped pathetically against his; his surprise attack had removed much of her ability to fight. "Mmmm... nnnnngh!"

There was something especially wonderful about how she struggled under Marcuso, the way her shackled legs and hands twisted and fought to escape her bondage. At the same time, he fucked her relentlessly, plunging his large cock inside her tightness, pounding her for all she was worth. The wetness and warmth were entirely different, and he felt her insides constrict and twist to accommodate his size, her cervix the only thing stopping him from spearing her all the way into her womb. His tongue danced in her mouth, having its way with her own much in the same way as he was having his way with her pussy, drool spilled from between their lips, mixing and mingling as he pushed into her with all his mindless desire.

Idaya's legs twitched and wrapped around him, as if struggling to keep him from moving too much as she tried to adapt to this new development. Tears pricked her eyes as her hips spasmed upwards, the sensations too much to control. "Mmmph! Nnnnph!" Thrashing didn't help, but she tried it anyway, the heat from her pussy too much for her to bear. Her tail whipped around and attempted to press at his asshole, but it was far too weak to make much leeway.

If anything, the sensation of her wrapping her legs around him only further increased his speed, reaching a fevered pitch as he unleashed all of his desire on her. Faster and faster he went, hammering her lower body into the ground with every thrust he gave, grunting and groaning into her mouth as he practically devoured her whole. Bodily fluids splattered from their joined nethers, drool slipped from the corner of their mouths, and Marcuso kept going as though he'd never stop.

Her buttocks were bouncing off the ground with each thrust; Idaya didn't need to move anymore. Indeed, she couldn't move anymore. A froth of spittle dripped out the sides of their mouths as Idaya's legs weakened, then fell away altogether, twitching. Whatever resistance she had was, at the moment, completely shattered. Her body was a limp ragdoll now, though she was still barely conscious. Her moan into his mouth was nearly inaudible. "Cum... ming..." The scream that followed it, though, was accompanied by involuntary spasms, her entire body thrusting up and down as a gush of femcum attempted to force his cock out of her.

The way her orgasm made her body twitch and spasm only served to heighten his own pleasure, his thick cock barely able to stay inside her at this point. Yet he continued on relentlessly, feeling a rising fire within his body. "Not—not yet..." he breathed, before grasping her by the ankles and managed to lift her legs up despite the shackles, moving them up and almost parallel to her body. With her rear lifted off of the ground like this, Marcuso found it even easier to fuck her, and so he did, renewed vigor and the thought of blowing his load inside of her again spurred him on and on.

Idaya was gone now. The only things that came out of her lips were nonsensical pleas for mercy, and her eyelids blinked erratically over unfocused eyes. Her orgasm continued, impossibly powerful, with each thrust he gave, forcing more cum from whatever opening it could find in their depraved connection. "Cum... cum..." she moaned, jerking up and down with each thrust.

For once, that was an order he did not mind fulfilling. Marcuso leaned forward between her legs, keeping them in their upright position still, and drew the young girl into a sloppy kiss. The wet squelches of their lower bodies colliding filled the tent, and Marcuso could feel his own orgasm fast approaching. Bending forward even more, the large man pushed her legs down even further with his torso and shoulders, giving him free reign to move his hands down to grasp her tiny shoulders. So braced, his fucking of her tight, abused hole reached new heights, practically spearing her straight down into her body. His head swam as the orgasm finally came, almost blacking out as the wave of euphoria hit him, causing him to release a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure. One more time, he came inside her that day, whatever cum was left in his body practically squeezed from him to shoot inside of the tiny, waiting body beneath him.

Idaya trembled as she felt the cum flow into her, the warmth adding to that which was already there. She smiled weakly, for it was all she could do. She felt boneless, tired, her agile and flexible body little more than a bag of satisfied muscle. Sensation had all devolved into a low, throbbing warmth centered at her precious little cunt, and she whined, then purred as she tried to wriggle into a more comfortable position.

A comfortable position was likely not in the cards for either of them, as Marcuso practically collapsed on top of the small girl. His cock was still inside her, yet retaining its hardness as the last few spurts and drops of cum escaped him. His knees were locked in place, blessfully hindering him from crushing her with his weight, and his head rested next to hers as he fell unconscious in that compromising position.

"Hey... hey..." she mewled, shaking her head back and forth. It was really all she could move at the moment. "Hey..." She moved her face closer to him and licked his outer earlobe gently. "Hey..." she whimpered again.

The waking world did not come fast to him, though the tongue on his ear certainly helped. Marcuso returned to the land of the living with a feeling of utter contentment, his body warm and pleasant, and a pleasingly soft form under him. The mewling only made him appreciate the girl more, and he managed to open his eyes to look into her teary eyes. That did little to persuade him to move, however, as his hands moved to fondle and cuddle her fluffy ears, while he began kissing her neck until, finally, he kissed her deeply on the mouth instead.

Idaya arched her head softly into the gentle fondling, sighing and forgetting about her cramped thighs for a moment. However, it was for only a moment, and when he kissed her, some irritation returned. She was a proud Cait Sith, not some plaything! Still, she returned the kiss with equal fervor, even letting out a small, playful moan before pulling away. "Off," she commanded cutely. "Off now!"

With some reluctance Marcuso pulled back, allowing her to finally lower her legs and put them into a more comfortable position. He didn't pull out of her though, and soon enough, he bent down to fondle and kiss her, sucking on her nipples, licking her sweaty skin, and returning to caress her soft ears. It was a strange feeling for him to be so loving about someone, yet he didn't feel like removing himself from her. He just wanted to feel her more, kiss her more, fondle her more; it was all he could think to do.

Idaya let her legs fall with a harsh, sudden exertion of air, a smile on her face. The smile dissipated when he stayed inside her and began to grope her, and the Cait Sith turned her head up and away from his attentions, sniffing haughtily. "Hmph. Go away. I'm not in the mood." Her tail swished back and forth as best it could under her as she tried to draw her hips in and emphasize her point. Still, her back arched into his mouth and hands, and she let out a weak "nyaaaah" when he played with her ears.

Marcuso barely heard her, so occupied was he with playing with her body. Her nubile flesh and soft skin was wonderful to grope and suck and lick, and the dazed man seemingly didn't care for much else. He squirmed a bit inside her, thrusting weakly a few times, before he finally pulled out when he collapsed onto his back next to her. He was out like a light in the next moment, a strange smile on his face that seemed rather out of place.

"Stop. I said stop!" she whined, still pretending to be aloof. Finally, after he had done just enough to get her motor going again, he rolled off and fell cleanly asleep. "Asshole." Idaya muttered as she lay there, wondering if her muscles could still move. Somehow, she found the strength to sit up and crawl over to him. "Don't you dare do that again." She pawed her way onto his stomach and curled up in a fetal position, her tail wrapping around her buttocks. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she let out an adorable little yawn.

While he was blind to the cuteness the small cat girl exhibited, Marcuso was not immune to the feeling of a warm body on top of his own. It felt nice to his slumbering mind, and one of his hands instinctively reached out to place itself on top of her. Then he simply stayed like that, falling into a deep sleep, his chest rising and falling with every breath, barely noticing the light weight on top of him, but certainly found comfort in the closeness nonetheless.


A mature French woman who works as a lingerie model, with an attractive and well-maintained physique. She carries herself with grace and authority, suggesting a strong personality. Her love for order and discipline contrasts with her involvement in the BDSM community, hinting at a complex character. Despite her glamorous career, she enjoys simple pleasures like baking cookies and cooking. She's independent, living alone without ever having been married or had children. Her ability to confront rudeness with firmness yet remain open to unusual propositions reveals her assertiveness and adaptability.

Irene looked at him and gave a smile. "You must be Taylor? I'm assuming your Nancy's kid?" She stood back a bit and opened the door even further. "Come in, come in. I baked some cookies, I thought you might be hungry after your flight so I just got some cookies done. Did your mom talk to you about why you are here? Or how long?"

She didn't quite know herself but it seemed to be that she was over whatever he did. She would have rules here and that was something she liked. She liked order and discipline and that's why she did enjoy the BDSM community. But would he and would her idea seem ridiculous. She was older than him and she wondered if that was even something he was into.

What did the generation call it... oh yes a MILF even though she wasn't a mother. She had never even been married, single with a few causal hook ups here and there with her modeling keeping her busy and her love of cooking she barely fit in sleeping and eating. But she was passionate about both. "How are you, how was the flight?"

"Yeah my mom is pretty much being a bitch, that's why I'm here. I have no idea for how long either but she said she can't trust me alone." He responded as he walked by her and walking toward the living room. It was like the mention of his mother brought him back to the situation and away from the beautiful woman in front of him. He threw the duffle bag down on the couch and turned to look at her. "Listen Irene, I'm not 12; I appreciate the cookie gesture but I'm an adult. So let's just stay out of each others way. I'll take whatever room you have to offer and stay in there. I'll do my own thing. I'll stay here if you have to leave. That way your not tied down it's not like you can take me everywhere with you anyways." He finished as he flopped down onto the couch beside his duffle bag.

He pulled out his phone and put his feet up on the table in front of him. He was really testing his limits and he was sure he would get his way. Either way he was going to do what he wanted and nobody was going to stop him.

Irene looked at him and took the way he spoke as sad. How could he treat his mother this way? His attitude was atrocious as she watched him put his bag on the couch and she looked at him.

"I never said you were twelve, I offered cookies because I like to bake and I made them for you. My guest. You aren't here as my child but someone I am having as a guest. If I go I want you to come with me, I travel a lot. You might want to see the world." She took a deep breath and watched him sit on the couch and put his feet up.

Walking towards him she took his feet and pushed it off the table. "I really appreciate if you would behave yourself. We are going to work together. Your mom told me you were troublesome. What's the reason for this, against me when I haven't done anything cruel to you. If you don't want to be treated like a child then you should act like an adult."

Taylor had opened up Instagram as he sat on the couch. When he whizzed by her he could smell her perfume and as he entered deeper into her home he could smell the fresh baked cookies. He couldn't deny that they did smell really good but he was in no mood to be accepting and agreeable. He had just been scrolling through a few direct messages he had with some girls back home. At least four of which he was playing with until he'd left.

He rolled his eyes as he looked up to her when she moved his feet and responded. She was clearly much stronger willed that his mother and a lot more proper. "Listen lady, I was acting like an adult until my mother sent me here. I have no beef with you as long as you just leave me alone. That's all I asked of my mother and she couldn't even comprehend that." He finished and rolled his eyes again. He finished looking at her and looked back to his phone. "I swear you women are so fucking dumb." He mumbled under his breath.

Irene looked at him, staring at him, taking in his sight. She didn't like that he was treating her this way. She may have had inappropriate ideas at the first thought of it all, but he was rude and spoiled. She felt bad for his mother who had dealt with this so long, no one she wanted to leave for Africa.

"Well you are treating me like you have beef with me. I won't leave you alone, this is my home which I have chosen to share with you. If your mother didn't send you to me. Do you have a job, money to take care of yourself, somewhere to go? Tell me." She listened to his final comment before she gripped his chin and forced him to look up at her.

"You need to learn some respect, this is a disgrace. This behavior is not kind at all when you have been welcomed, for free might I add to stay in my home. I'm from Paris and barely come here, I could have got her to send you to Paris but I didn't think you would want to go to a country where you do not know the language. I don't know how long your mother will be gone but we are stuck with each other. Now damn it!" She let go and stood to her feet. "You will treat me kindly. Now stop acting like this, and I can show you your bedroom and tell you the rules."

Taylor ignored most of what the woman had to say. He stayed locked in on his phone. He just continued to roll his eyes at what she had to say. She was clearly getting more and more upset. Her French accent throwing words around like a bullwhip, everything she said was valid and nothing she said was wrong at least to some looking in on the situation. Taylor had some nerve to walk into someone's house and act like this, but he saw nothing wrong with it. He had almost tuned her out completely when he felt her soft but firm hands grabs his chin and forced him to look at her.

Nobody had done that to him since he was a child and she had caught him off guard completely. He now listened to what she had to say in full. His eyes widen to the size of golf balls when she grabbed his chin. When she finished with what she had to say he pushed her hand off of his chin and stood up. "Fine let's get this over with then." He told her as he grabbed his duffle bag beside him. She brought up a valid point, he did have nowhere else to go and she was it. If she thought he was going everywhere she had another thing coming he thought.

Irene looked at him as he seemed to be caught off guard with her behavior. She wasn't the type to just snap like that. She wanted things to go smoothly between them. She watched as he grabbed his duffle bag and brought it it with him. She walked up the pairs of steps and opened the door on the right. "I thought this bedroom was the closest to mine. You can hang your clothes up in the cupboards and get comfortable." She explained as she looked around at the room.

The room was a light beige in color with a big queen size bed. There was a computer in the corner with a TV as well. "I thought, teenage boy type stuff. Gaming. Rules are, don't bring random people into the house, we can discuss company etc, I travel for work and I want you to accompany me, I assume you don't have a job or a lack of a life really except for what I assume is a sex life and that's probably what pissed your mom. She was a lot more conservative than most." She looked at him. "Questions?"

Following her up the stairs, Taylor watched her rear. Her butt was beautifully shaped and it was well accented by her dress. She was every mans wet dream, perfect in every way down to the last inch. Even though he was here against his own volition he did admit it would be nice to have some eye candy around the house. If he was lucky maybe he'd see her in a little less if he caught her at just the right moment. His mind wandered and fantasized about her wearing less than she was. Maybe being with her wouldn't be the worst but still he couldn't shake the frustration for why he was here and why he had to leave. He snapped back when they arrived at the room.

He stepped into the room and looked around. It was nice and it had the things he'd wanted. He walked to the bed and set his bag down and listened to Irene's rules. He jumped back to his arrogance with yet another roll of his eyes as she told him he would accompany her wherever and that there were to be no random visitors. He had already begun texting an old flame he had in New York. He'd lived in the state for a few years until him and his mother moved to Michigan. He folded his arms and looked to Irene as she asked if he had questions. "None, just wondering when rec time is. Can you tell me that warden?" He responded sarcastically.

Irene looked at him carefully, she liked order and discipline. This boy was definitely in need of some and as she watched how he carried himself she was drawn to watch him further and fully study his behavior. "I assume that is a joke, but I am not doing this as a game. I am doing this as a kindness and who knows we may get along on much better terms than you think. We might actually have a lot in common. You see, you know nothing about me, about who I am and what I do. It might be something you and I can agree upon. A happy middle, whats the word?" She thought about it for a moment. "Compromise. Maybe we can do some of that. Plus, I've been quite lonesome so having someone around might be fun."

Her eyes looked him up and down. "Do you know what I do for a living, Taylor? Has your mom mentioned me before today?" She asked wanting to get to know him further and what could possibly come from everything. She wondered how much about women he had to teach if he seemed so clueless, things might have to be really worked on with him, but the idea of getting things going with him intrigued her as she studied him carefully.

She was right, Taylor did in fact know nothing about her. He watched her as she explained to him that maybe this wouldn't be so bad. That maybe the two of them would get along. He rolled his eyes and turned away from her as she mentioned that the two of them may have a lot in common. "Irene I doubt we have a lot in common. Your downtime is probably spent painting your nails or checking up on the latest reality dating show." He cut in. "Where myself, I am into Video Games, girls, and some other things. I just don't think we're gonna really click unless something drastic is changed." He added.

He stopped and turned to her once again when she asked if he knew who she was. What she did for a living. He clammed up a bit not thinking that she would bring it up. He of course knew she was some sort of lingerie model due to the fact he'd seen his mother's magazines and the fact that he had used them from time to time for some other needs he had. He looked her up and down and opened his mouth. "I uhm I know you model..." he spoke not wanting her to know the full truth behind why he knew what she did.

Irene watched him for a moment as he spoke about them not having in common. She walked closer to him taking a deeper look before circling around him. "I am a girl, well actually a woman. An upgrade." She said as she whispered into his ear before backing up again. When he knew that she was a model she couldn't help but chuckle, this would be a colorful character she would have to consort with for the next while.

"Lingerie model, but good that you know. So you know I am not a prude and just some old lady who got rich off her inheritance. I got rich by hard work. Work that is in a dirty field, as is most modeling. But you probably know all this." She said walking to the bed and sitting down carefully. "Your mom has bought a few, she told me. Which means she left the magazines behind or you looked them up of your own accord for your own pleasureful means. Catch me if I am wrong here?" She patted the bed beside her.

"As I said, I think we will get along, very well." She said in a low and seductive tone.

Taylor could her heels click as they stepped closer and soon around him, his head moved as his body stayed still. Her whisper sent chills down his spine and made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He didn't feel in control anymore and he felt like she was capitalizing on this moment. He couldn't move his body or his mouth to say anything. He was almost star struck and his more natural urge felt like it was taking control. Her soft voice in his ear has now aroused him as it echoed through his head.

she walked back out in front of him and chuckled at his response. What he feared she would do she did. She knew now that he used her image to pleasure himself to. He felt like he was under her heel, but in a good way. He didn't know how to feel. When she sat on the bed and spoke he thought he was in an episode of the twilight zone. Was she being flirtatious, he wondered. He could feel his groin begin to swell a bit. When she pat the bed beside her he quickly moved to take a seat hoping that it would conceal his growing issue. He now tried to keep his head down avoiding her gaze.

Irene watched him as he moved so slowly the cocky man who once before her was getting tamed easily. She liked seeing ghat, every man had a weakness and the weakness for most was sex. Drag it into the mix and everything was hum let me do your bidding. She looked as he sat on the bed beside her and she gave a smile.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, masturbation is normal. I just much prefer if you weren't masturbating at an image of mine when you could be actually fucking me." She said cutting the bullshit right court of the sir. "Your mother knows I am no prime virgin, and it seems a man with your attitude and stature gets around. We could make the quite the pair. But I only do exclusive, saves the crap, so what do you say kid?"

She said watching him waiting for him to answer, her chest moved with every breath she took awaiting whatever he said, she cut the crap so now she had to wait to discover the results.


A young adult male who comes across as brash and disrespectful, with an arrogant demeanor. He has an inclination towards video games and girls, hinting at typical youthful interests. His attitude suggests that he's used to getting his way without much resistance. Despite his rough exterior, he can be caught off guard and become flustered in unexpected situations, revealing an inexperienced side of him. He is moderately attractive.

Irene watched him as he moved so slowly the cocky man who once before her was getting tamed easily. She liked seeing ghat, every man had a weakness and the weakness for most was sex. Drag it into the mix and everything was hum let me do your bidding. She looked as he sat on the bed beside her and she gave a smile.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, masturbation is normal. I just much prefer if you weren't masturbating at an image of mine when you could be actually fucking me." She said cutting the bullshit right court of the sir. "Your mother knows I am no prime virgin, and it seems a man with your attitude and stature gets around. We could make the quite the pair. But I only do exclusive, saves the crap, so what do you say kid?"

She said watching him waiting for him to answer, her chest moved with every breath she took awaiting whatever he said, she cut the crap so now she had to wait to discover the results.

Hearing her speak to Taylor about his masturbation to her felt like he was just thrown into an Icy cold pool. She continued and what she said completely blindsided him. She preferred him to actually be fucking her instead of masturbating? His head shot up to meet her eyes. Was she serious? His erection raged after hearing that. He felt almost light headed. He must be sleeping, did she really say that, he wondered.

He opened his mouth to respond but only one word came out "Eh... eh... exclusive?". He felt like a virgin during his first year of high-school. This woman was way out of his league. All he could do was sputter with a dumbfounded look on his face as he tries to respond to the gorgeous French model that sat in front of him. He felt like ever dream he had as a high-school kid was suddenly about to come true. With one final try he managed to get his final response out. "Uhm oh... okay."


A humanoid creature with scales that can shift colors to match her surroundings, making her effectively invisible. She stands tall at around six feet and has a gymnast's build, green eyes, and a long, thin tail. Her personality is vengeful and bitter due to the torment she experienced in the lab for five years. This anger drives her actions against humans as she seeks retribution for her suffering.

Late evening. Geka walked down the street of the quiet city, her scales shifting colors to match the scenery behind her constantly, leaving her invisible. If she were to be seen, she would stand quite tall, around six feet tall in fact, with a gymnast's build and green eyes. Looking around, Geka felt somewhat uneasy. 5 years of torment. 5 years of pain in that fucking lab before she could escape. If she could find one of those scientists, get her hands on them... not that she hadn't gotten her hands on a few guards at the labs, but it wasn't the same. Not really. She wrapped her long, thin tail around herself for a bit of added warmth. She wanted to find shelter... and fast.

Cheryl was just getting home. It was late and cold and her feet were aching. Someone had called in sick at the dive she worked in so she ended up doing a double shift. It was OK though, she was paying her own way through school so needed the extra hours.

Cheryl was studying to become a DNA specialist. This year had been the best of her life so far. She got her work placement in a lab not far from where she lived. It was great. She'd seen many different things and even was allowed to help out on a few of the projects. She couldn't wait to graduate, maybe they'd even hire her!

The streets were still and quiet this late at night and the chill in the air was enough to cool one straight down to the bone and Cheryl had forgotten her jacket. Her 5'5 100lb frame wasn't enough to defend against the cold, especially on the tight jeans and skimpy T-shirt that was her work uniform. She was quite happy when she opened her unlocked door and walked in out of the cold.

There she was. A human, walking right towards her, unaware. Geka's invisible eyes narrowed with rage. Damn humans. They caused so much trouble for her. So much pain. It was time to pay them back for it. Moving swiftly yet silently, Geka grabbed the silent girl by the throat, squeezing tightly in her anger. Time for these humans to get a taste of what Geka had happen for five years.

One minute Cheryl was about to walk into her house and the next minute there was a hand around her throat. She couldn't even have blinked in the time it took for the seemingly invisible force to grab her. She wanted to scream, but the pressure on her throat was too tight to get any noise out, so instead she fell into panic. Hands came out to try and seep at whatever was holding her. She was struggling and praying at the same time for someone to come by. She couldn't breathe.

Geka kept them both in the shadows, hiding what she was doing to any passing civilians. She smiled to herself at the look of panic in the girl's eyes as she strangled her. Some of the guards had shown that same fear when she escaped. Some of those same guards had even lost bladder control, or worse, when she finally struck. She wondered whether this girl would, or if she would overcome that fear slightly, ironically enough, by not knowing what she was. Those guards had probably been more terrified knowing what Geka was, and what her intentions were. This girl didn't know Geka, and might end up more confused than scared. If so, she might maintain control of her lesser systems. Might.

Her struggling was getting less and less. Her mouth opened, then closed again, not that one could tell since it was merely lips parting in the slightest degree. There was a pounding in her head. whatever was holding her... but she was losing the battle. Cheryl was trying ever so hard to hold onto consciousness, but her eyes were beginning to lose focus and roll back. A few more times she tried to strike

Geka felt the strikes hit against her arms. But her strength far outmatched the girl's, even if the girl had not been nearly choked to unconsciousness. Even with the girl barely avoiding passing out, Geka kept her grip tight. She was not satisfied with going halfway. She had begun her strike on the girl, and she would not release her until all life had been squeezed out of her unfortunate target's body.

In a last attempt, Cheryl's hand held the arm holding her. Her nails dug in, but weakly. She tried. Boy did she try to hold on, but she couldn't breathe. She couldn't see. She couldn't fight. Her hand fell from the arm as blackness took over. Her body became limp in the grasp of the... thing. Her heart beat was dying, slower and slower and slower it went, until it no longer had the blood flowing for it to beat any longer.

She dropped the corpse at the top of the steps, opening the door. Once inside, she dragged in the body, closing the door behind them. Smiling, she turned a bright red, her nude, scaled, and leanly muscled body fully visible as she focused on the corpse, letting an energy flow from her. She had an odd gift. If a creature died less than 24 hours ago, she could bring them back. But this gift, seemingly of kindness, could be abused like any other. And this girl would soon discover how. Waiting for the heartbeat to restart and the throat to heal, Geka put a bare foot on the girl's stomach, pinning her down once she recovered, hopefully losing the control she had maintained on her bladder at the sight of Geka.

Cheryl had died. Dead. Gone... but... there was no light at the end of the tunnel, no floating off to a better place. There was just nothing. Nothing... until there was something. Her heart began to pitter-patter in her chest which heaved as she took a breath into her burning lungs. Her eyes shot upon as something pressed on her bladder. That was all it took for a wet spot to suddenly appear through her jeans. It was just a little at first, but as soon as she set her coming into focus gaze on the woman... the creature, the fear of the unknown tun that trickle into a gush until she was empty.

Geka smiled, standing the girl up to allow the pants to soak more thoroughly as the bladder emptied. "You are unfortunate, girl." Geka spoke in a deep, but still feminine voice. "You were in the wrong place, at the wrong time. But your torment is only beginning." She smiled, grabbing a breast through the girl's outfit and squeezing, her intentions, for the time being, more lewd than violent.

Her body trembled, her pants now sticking to her thighs because of the urine. "P... please! I... I don't know who... what... you are... please leave me alone" tears spilled down her cheeks. She just couldn't understand what was going on. She'd never hurt anyone. Maybe it was a dream. *Please let this be a dream*. She shook her head as her breast was squeezed. "Please... I... I have money... If you go you can have it. All of it..."

Geka shook her head, sliding her hand up behind the girl's shirt flexibly, unhooking the bra and squeezing the bare breast underneath. "I can't just let you go, human. I don't care that you don't know who or what I am. Most of the assholes back at the lab didn't either. Didn't stop them. And I don't need money. I can get what I need in other ways." She chuckled, fondling her breast roughly. "Are your pants wet, human?"


A young woman with a petite frame, standing at 5'5" and weighing around 100 pounds. She wears tight jeans and a skimpy T-shirt as her work uniform. As a determined individual, she works hard to pay for her education in DNA science. Her personality is ambitious and hopeful about her future career, as she enjoys working at the lab and dreams of being hired after graduation.

Her body trembled, her pants now sticking to her thighs because of the urine. "P... please! I... I don't know who... what... you are... please leave me alone" tears spilled down her cheeks. She just couldn't understand what was going on. She'd never hurt anyone. Maybe it was a dream. *Please let this be a dream*. She shook her head as her breast was squeezed. "Please... I... I have money... If you go you can have it. All of it..."


A responsive and considerate lover, attuned to Treacle's reactions during their intimate moments. He possesses a sense of adventure, shown by his willingness to follow Treacle into the human world despite potential risks. This suggests that he's someone who values experiences and isn't afraid of taking chances. However, he also is somewhat submissive or agreeable, following Treacle's lead without much protest. His silence in response to Treacle's decision to ignore him after their venture indicates that he may be more reserved.

Daniel pulled him closer, clutching at his shirt and trying to pull him closer. As Treacle's lips went from his cheek down to his neck, a shuddering breath left him and he almost clung to him. The man let his tail out but it wrapped around the demon's waist to pull him even closer to his body. "I want you to be closer," the male whispered to Treacle, brushing his fingers through his hair. Fuck sleep! Fuck food! This was much better and much more important! It was better and he wanted this to keep going.

As Treacle turned with his ass sticking out, Daniel pulled his pants down just enough and then pulled his dick out, stroking it as he slowly and gently prodded Treacle's asshole. He kissed his back as he then slowly pushed his way in.

Treacle gulped as he watched Daniel start to pull down his pants and in response started to pull down his own. He couldn't help but drool a little, watching him stroke his cock in a teasing manner. "Ah..." He whimpered. He bit down on his lip, he held in a moan as he felt his dick slowly make its way inside him. His back started to feel like it was burning where Daniel had kissed his skin. "Fuuuuck." He breathed out.

He wrapped his fingers around his own dick and slowly started to pump it. Little whines and moans occasionally slipped out of his mouth. His heart had never beaten like this before, it felt like it was going to explode out of his chest, he had only ever felt like this around food. With his free hand, Treacle started to play around with his nipples, flicking and pinching them. He thought that maybe he'd start to feel normal again once he had came, so the sooner he finished, the sooner he could go back to living his life. "Daniel..." He moaned softly.

Daniel smiled as he thrusted in gently at first before the thrusts got faster and a little harder. Over time, the man got harder and faster with his thrusts and he kissed Treacle's neck, occasionally nipping. Leaning forward, he gently made the demon look at him and then kissed him, nipping his lip gently. "You feel amazing," he cooed gently before nipping his neck again.

The man grinned and nuzzled his shoulder before grinning, pulling him into his thrusts. "You feel absolutely amazing," Daniel cooed into Treacle's ear, thrusting harder and faster. As quiet as he could stay. As pleasurable as he could make it. What was this like love...? Or was it just love?

Treacle's body moved underneath Daniel's, with each thrust his body would follow his motion. He looked at him with half lidded eyes, almost like he was under some sort of spell, he tried to return the kiss, occasionally moaning into his mouth. "S-So... So do you... Ah~!!" He spoke, moaning as he nipped his neck.

"Oh God! Daniel!" Treacle shouted in pleasure. He pumped his dick in time with the thrusts, he felt like he was on edge already. He arched his back, his eyes started to roll into the back of his head, his tongue sticking out. "Fuck... I think... I think I'm gonna cum!" He whimpered. Then all of a sudden he came, his body jolting, he was screaming with pleasure. He tried his best to shut himself up but he just couldn't. Treacle hunched over, panting heavily. He felt so tired... so hungry... "Damn." He breathed out..

Daniel grinned as he saw how Treacle was responding to his thrusts, how his body followed his own. The man grinned and bit his neck sometimes—not enough to draw blood, though—as he kept thrusting. The male kissed the demon again and smirked, a soft moan occasionally escaping him into the kiss. Man, he was perfect.

As Treacle shouted, Daniel moved quickly to cover his mouth to try and keep him quiet. Too late, unfortunately. The man went faster and harder as he saw how the demon acted. He was getting so close to his climax... as was the male. He grinned and moved harder and faster when he came, Daniel cumming as well. He waited for them both to finish and then he slowly pulled out, panting heavily as he slowly uncovered the demon's mouth. He kissed his back gently and then his neck gently.

Treacle yelped loudly as he felt Daniel start to come inside him, luckily Daniel's hand managed to muffle him. He blushed as he felt Daniel kiss him again. "We... We can't be doing this." He said, quickly turning around. "We're screwed if anyone heard us." He said. He pulled up his pants before running his fingers through his hair as if he was brushing it. He frowned as his stomach started to growl. "Great, now I'm hungry." He mumbled.

"I'm sure as hell not eating the food down here, not after tasting the good stuff." Treacle said to himself. He started to walk out of the alley way but stopped just before the exit. "I'm going to the human world if you want to come. A deal is a deal after all." He said, turning his head to look at Daniel. "After this though, I'm going to pretend I don't know you. I am not getting into any more trouble with The Big Man. " He warned.

Treacle then continued to walk. He took all the side roads as he knew hardly anyone would bother them, none of the dedicated demons hung out in the side paths. After a couple minutes they reached the entrance gate to Earth. "Ready?" He asked with a smirk.

Daniel smiled softly and tucked his dick away in his pants-- making sure nothing looked out of sorts before he heard Treacle's voice again. It wasn't something he regretted, though. "I know we can't," the man said sadly, his gaze lowering as he took a deep breath. He just risked his job but would he do it again? Of course! Maybe not right away but he'd cross that bridge if and when he came to it. But the man was certain he'd come to that bridge but... when?

"You're the only one between us that actually had anything from Earth." Daniel smiled softly and then heard him talk about the deal. Then, of course he was going to go with him! It would be so much nicer to get a nice break from the heat and to try some food that was different from the food they got in Hell. Ick... "Understandable," the man responded. Did it hurt? A little bit. But why?

Following Treacle down the maze of side roads, Daniel kept his gaze down—something he always did anyway—and he looked down to avoid eye contact with anyone and everyone. When they arrived at the gate, the man nodded and smiled. "That I am."


A passionate individual, unafraid of expressing his desires and indulging in them. His personality is characterized by his adventurous spirit, shown by his willingness to teleport to the human world for better food. He also is slightly anxious about maintaining secrecy from "The Big Man", suggesting a cautious side. Treacle's enthusiasm for his favorite café hints at a preference for familiar comforts and enjoyment of life's pleasures. Despite this, he carries an air of detachment, wanting to keep relationships at arm's length after shared experiences.

Daniel smiled softly and tucked his dick away in his pants-- making sure nothing looked out of sorts before he heard Treacle's voice again. It wasn't something he regretted, though. "I know we can't," the man said sadly, his gaze lowering as he took a deep breath. He just risked his job but would he do it again? Of course! Maybe not right away but he'd cross that bridge if and when he came to it. But the man was certain he'd come to that bridge but... when?

"You're the only one between us that actually had anything from Earth." Daniel smiled softly and then heard him talk about the deal. Then, of course he was going to go with him! It would be so much nicer to get a nice break from the heat and to try some food that was different from the food they got in Hell. Ick... "Understandable," the man responded. Did it hurt? A little bit. But why?

Following Treacle down the maze of side roads, Daniel kept his gaze down—something he always did anyway—and he looked down to avoid eye contact with anyone and everyone. When they arrived at the gate, the man nodded and smiled. "That I am."

Treacle grabbed Daniel's hand. "It's best if I hold your hand. Otherwise we might get transported to different locations." He explained. Then without even letting Daniel respond, he walked into the gate. There was a blinding light as they entered the gate, their bodies shifted, occasionally going in and out of existence, their bodies being moulded like playdoh. Then came another bright light before it started to fade away and the human world started to fade into their view.

The gate led them to an alleyway, after all they didn't just want to pop into existence and scare the humans, that would be a major disaster, last thing they needed was to be exorcised. He led Daniel through the exit and they both landed straight into the alleyway they had seen. Treacle let go of his hand and immediately dusted himself off, gussying himself up.

"I think this is the alleyway near my favorite food place." He said, poking his head out around the corner. He gasped loudly, "It is~! It's literally right across the street!" He cheered. Suddenly Treacle ran out off the alleyway and across the street to the cafe. Before the lady behind the counter could even greet Treacle, Treacle started to list off his order. He always got the same cakes every time he came there, so it was easy to remember his order.


A centuries-old succubus with an attractive appearance. She has yellow eyes, silver hair, bat wings on her back, a slender spiky tail and large horns on her forehead. Her dress style is modern and elegant, wearing a 21st-century black cocktail dress which contrasts with the 18th-century architecture of her mansion. Elektra exudes calmness and hospitality towards Chloe, despite the latter being a human in the demon realm. She lives in solitude, preferring peace over chaos, which is reflected in her decision to reside away from Pandemonium's bustling society. She also possesses knowledge about various demons and elements of both realms indicating intellectual inclinations.

There always had been many demons who crossed over to the human realms. Most were quiet beings, hiding among the people to flee their demonic masters, while some were violent and dangerous, causing mayhem and destruction in their wake. The latter was the kind of demons Chloe hunted.

Axtalath had been one of these crafty bastards. It took her month to locate the creature and finally get rid of it. However, the monster just couldn't die. As he laid on the ground, bloody, he muttered with his dying breath "You will suffer from this". With one final effort, he managed to open a rift to the demon realm, making Chloe fall down to the other world.

When the girl regained consciousness, she was sitting on a sea of dried earth, in a strange place with a red sky harboring two scorching suns. half of her gear missing. There was nothing around but death and desolation. There had been many tales of demons surviving in the human world, but few of the opposite...

The barren land and dry air was hard to take in, especially after one had fallen from a height that seemed impossibly long, yet Chloe woke with no broken bones. Her only injuries consisted of minor bruises, no doubt from the hard, cracked earth beneath her. Where was she? Oh, right, Axtalath... she was stuck in the demon realm. Fucking great. Suddenly aware that she was thirsty, she stood and stretched her limbs from the stiffness of laying on the ground for so long. She frowned; the scorching atmosphere making her irritable at her choice of clothing. On one hand, the lightness of the lace material prevented her from heating up in the outfit, but then, the sheerness and exposure made it so the suns would easily burn her.

She looked around, surprised to find only her small pack lying on the ground only 15 feet away. Her crossbow and quiver were nowhere to be found, but she would have to do with her belt and pack, which for the most part, held clothing. As peeled off her stockings and shoved them in the pack, she noticed the lack of civilization save for a house of grandeur. Well that was the best shot she had at surviving, or at least preventing a major sunburn. The young woman grabbed her items, as few as they were, and walked to the house.

Many of the demons she hunted acquired wealth through the havoc they created on Earth, as well as the souls they managed to ensnare. It was obvious that whoever owned this house had done plenty of either. Chloe eyed the area wearily as she knocked on the large door, and placed another hand on the hilt of the dagger that hung from her belt.

The house was big, dark and twisted. It towered over the region as it stood quietly on a hill, overlooking the desertic area. It was surprising to see such a mansion in the demon realm. It was clearly inspired by human architecture of the 18th century. There were many kinds of demons, from queer looking scaly creatures to almost-human beings. This place had definitely been built by a human look-alike.

It took a full minute before the girl's door knocking was answered. A huge eight feet tall demon opened the door slowly, saying a deep "Yes?". He had a chest as broad as a truck while his legs were small and stout with hooves instead of feet. His skin was bright red, his eyes were as black as his long hair and he had horns on his forehead (like most demons) and on his elbows. He wore a cute black bow tie along with leather straps on his wrists and ankle and a cloth to hide his groin. "What do you what?" he asked her, not seeming to mind her being human.

Chloe seemed unfazed by the large demon's appearance, though he was 2-and-a-half feet taller than she was. He looked as much as a demon would, though she knew they came in all different shapes, sizes, and colors. It had even surprised her once to know that the demon who had devoured so many human souls stood only 2 feet tall, lanky and furry with beady little eyes. Ah, yes, those were the days when she had barely started her career and most everything scared the living daylights out of her. But now almost nothing blew her mind away, and it was always a pity when she had to kill a rather handsome one. Though she itched to take out her dagger and bare it to the demon before her, she refrained herself from doing so and instead gave a cocky smile.

"Hi, I'm Chloe... I don't know how to put this, but I'm kind of a big deal " she said, recalling a line from one of her favorite movies, Anchorman, though it would probably be lost on the inhabitants of this world; she didn't know. "Anyways, I'm here on a little, uh, vacation and I seem to have gotten lost. Can I come in for a moment?" she asked, messing with her blonde hair. "It's kind of hot." The blatant snappiness in her voice did everything to show her discomfort as she stood outside, impatiently waiting for the demon's answer.

The demon just blinked as he studied the young woman. He looked rather peaceful and calm for such a huge beast. "Come in" he finally said, gallantly moving away from the door frame to let her pass, closing the door behind her. The place was big and glamorous, built with fine humanic wood and demonic pinkish-gray nether stone while it was decorated with gold and silver long with painting from the renaissance era. "Let me fetch my mistress" nodded the demon as he walked away "She usually don't like surprise visitors, but she might do an exception for you".

The demon huntress must have waited a good ten minutes in the hall waiting for the demon to come back. When he did, he was followed by a beautiful woman wearing a rather 21st century-looking black cocktail dress. The girl looked like caucasian, but with yellow eyes, silver hair, bat wings on her back, a slender sensual spiky tail and like most demons, large horns on her forehead. Hers were rather large and impressive, which denoted her old age, probably around four to five centuries old. Chloe could easily tell the daemonette was from the family of the succubi. "My, my, my..." she began "A live human... here, in the middle of the Xylta'zyzxtakth desert... now that's a surprise. I'm sorry, where are my manners. You can call me Elektra. Welcome to my humble home!"

*The what desert?* Chloe questioned in her mind, trying to recall such a place. But then, she was a demon hunter in earth... Not a demon hunter deep behind enemy lines. She walked around a couple steps, admiring the way the precious metals had been inlaid before taking a seat on a comfortable looking couch. The succubus herself was beautiful and it was obvious she aged well. Most of the ones she encountered in the human were harmless most of the time, only ensnaring drunken men in the wee hours of the night for whatever sexual frivolities they had in mind.

"I'm Chloe," the huntress said, offering a cordial smile. "Let's cute to the chase, shall we? First off, the decor in your home reflects all meanings of the word 'perfection.' Second, have you ever heard of the demon Axtalath? He's a big fellow, sort of violent, and wakes up on the wrong side of the bed ever morning if you ask me. Anyways, after he and I got into a friendly... spat, if you will, he opened a rift and sent me pummeling here with his last dying breath. I mean, it's nothing really." A wave of her hand suggested nonchalance at the whole ordeal, and she leaned forward placing her elbows on her knees. "My question is, how does one get back to the human world?" Chloe leaned back again, crossing her legs, green eyes bright and a grin on her face.

Elektra nodded as she listened to the demon hunter "Chloe, eh? What a lovely name". She wasn't sure what to do with this unexpected traveler. Humans were weak compared to most demons. The bestial demons would even prey on humans. So how come such a lovely young woman ended up here unharmed and unscathed? Everything living thing in the demon realm would soon try to mate with this Chloe... Even Elektra felt herself lusting after her.

"Axalath" said the demonette as she tried to remember "I know him... he was a powerful alchemist in Pandemonium... But I must be honest with you, I haven't mingled with the folks of the capital for over a century. I prefer a life of solitude where I can read and relax. As you can see, we're truly in the middle of nowhere. I had this house built in the desert in order not to be disturbed... but there you are. But you must be thirsty. Let me show you some human hospitality. You won't find much in the demonic realm".

Elektra brought Chloe to the kitchen where she served her some wine and ale. "I'm sorry, Alcohol is all I have. We demons usually drink sulfuric fluids...". The girls sat and Elektra went on "So... how to get back to the human realm. That's an excellent question. I know that the archmages can create rifts... that's how most of the demons travel to the human world. That's what I did in my prime time. I could never open a portal myself, although I know some demons can... maybe the Oracle could help you...".


A young woman with blonde hair and bright green eyes. She's athletic and dressed in light lace material clothing, which suggests she prefers practicality over fashion when it comes to her line of work. Her personality is fearless and assertive, demonstrated by her ability to face demons without hesitation. Despite being trapped in an alien realm, she maintains a sense of humor and exhibits a cocky confidence. Her quick thinking and resourcefulness are evident as she navigates through the demon realm seeking help.

Elektra nodded as she listened to the demon hunter "Chloe, eh? What a lovely name". She wasn't sure what to do with this unexpected traveler. Humans were weak compared to most demons. The bestial demons would even prey on humans. So how come such a lovely young woman ended up here unharmed and unscathed? Everything living thing in the demon realm would soon try to mate with this Chloe... Even Elektra felt herself lusting after her.

"Axalath" said the demonette as she tried to remember "I know him... he was a powerful alchemist in Pandemonium... But I must be honest with you, I haven't mingled with the folks of the capital for over a century. I prefer a life of solitude where I can read and relax. As you can see, we're truly in the middle of nowhere. I had this house built in the desert in order not to be disturbed... but there you are. But you must be thirsty. Let me show you some human hospitality. You won't find much in the demonic realm".

Elektra brought Chloe to the kitchen where she served her some wine and ale. "I'm sorry, Alcohol is all I have. We demons usually drink sulfuric fluids...". The girls sat and Elektra went on "So... how to get back to the human realm. That's an excellent question. I know that the archmages can create rifts... that's how most of the demons travel to the human world. That's what I did in my prime time. I could never open a portal myself, although I know some demons can... maybe the Oracle could help you...".

Taking the alcohol gladly, Chloe sipped on the wine—and almost choked. The potency of the drink was much stronger than the human version, and it was obvious the alcohol percent was much, much higher. However, it was still liquid and while it made her throat burn, it satiated her thirst quite nicely. "Who is this Oracle?" Chloe asked, disappointed that Elektra could not send her back herself. A slight frown turned her lips down as it dawned upon her that the capital would most likely be very far away. "Middle of the desert, you say? It must be quite the distance from here to Pandemonium. Is there any way you could help me acquire a guide to get safely from here to there?"

Chloe thought about telling Elektra of her background as a demon huntress, but thought better of it and instead sipped the wine down to the last drop. She was sure to feel the affects of the alcohol, as she had always been a lightweight when it came to drinking, but hell, she needed it. She about to go on a possibly dangerous journey from here to the capital then to god-knows-where... Wait. This posed a problem. Surely someone in the cities must have heard of her, or at least heard of a human who hunted their kind when in the human world. She fidgeted in her seat, not knowing how to address the issue.

"Elektra..." She began, unsure of herself. "There are demons who would rather see me dead than back in the human world... The archmages are sure to know of me. If there's any way I could receive your help, that would be fantastic. I'll readily give any payment you require of me, other than my soul, of course. I'd like to keep that." A smile returned to her face and she pushed her glass to the center of the table. "The wine was lovely, by the way."