A three-inch tall demi-tiger with sandy blonde hair. He has a keen interest in movies and displays an optimistic outlook despite his Dwindled condition, suggesting resilience and adaptability. His interaction with Fiona reveals that he's generally good-natured, even when teased by his sister. However, he can also be anxious and panicky in certain situations, as shown by his reaction to being trapped inside Fiona's mouth. Despite the challenges posed by his size, Nova maintains a sense of humor and openness to new ideas.

For as much as the news talked about projections about some kind of cure for this disease, studies were hard to come by. Whatever the cause may be, it seemed to have affected quite a lot of the world's doctors and health officials. Even a few world leaders had probably fallen to the Dwindling. Of course, there were projections put in place when they needed to make virtual speeches and the like. With no sense of what had caused the plague, countermeasures had varied wildly, and most figured that the tightest restrictions by country were for those where more of the leadership had been affected, some kind of measure of control despite their new, tiny sizes.

His hair was a sandy blonde, and he had wanted to dye it black, before the plague made waves through the world. Now, black hair on the Dwindled was an unpopular, hard to see, kind of choice, so he didn't get to dye it. It would have matched the demi tigers black stripes, so inky along with the white parts of his fur, and harmonious with where the rest of his fur was a soft orange here and there along his tail and ears. Nova's ears flicked. The demi tiger was a mere three inches tall standing, three and a half if he stretched up. Fortunately, the immediate response of the clothing industries was to produce bright, tiny, comfortable clothes for the Dwindled, so finding clothes wasn't a problem as he reclined on the armrest of the couch, just about Fiona's head. He had on similar clothes, a sleeveless shirt and athletic shorts, loose and comfortable. If only he could hear the movie they had been watching over the tigress' deep breaths! He reached over, tugging on one of her ears. "Hey! You're missing the best part!" he called down into the fluffy opening.

Fiona's ear twitched and flicked from the feeling of Nova's, frankly, gentle tugging. The tigress opened her eyes slowly. "...hmghh...?" was the first 'word' out of her mouth after awakening from her afternoon nap. She stretched her mouth wide for a big yawn, giving the dwindled tiger the most incredible view of her maw, from her fangs to her gullet... not that she hadn't made him take closer looks before, anyway. Fiona then proceeded to stretch her arms and legs out in front of her; An innocuous motion for most people, although at Nova's tiny size, he'd feel the sofa creak from the normal-sized tiger's motions. "...urgh, really, Bro? Did you really wake me up for this?" Fiona groaned as she had looked over to the T.V., starting to slowly pull herself up into a sitting position. "...the choreography sucks, the director's older works were way better... I mean, just because so many actors have gotten Dwindled, doesn't mean we have to use CGI for everything" Fiona said, turning her palms over in exasperation.

"Like, seriously, how hard can it be to just make sets smaller, or just use trick photography to get a good angle, like they did for Ruler Of The Ring, remember? With the mouse and the stag, even though the mouse wasn't that much shorter than the stag in real life?" Fiona continued to rant, entirely unimpressed with what she was seeing on the screen. "Hell, I'm sure if we had some gear, WE could make a better movie, without any fancy Thistlewood effects" Fiona remarked. She gave a sigh. "Want a drink, bro? Or a snack?" She asked him, seeing how it was easier for her to take the trip of a few seconds where it would have taken her tiny brother... probably almost an hour.

Fiona had definitely looked out for her brother ever since he'd been Dwindled, but although she made the effort to make things easy for him, she wasn't above teasing him and watching him try to do things his size no longer accommodated. It wasn't out of spite, just out of fun... though admittedly, having her brother such a size definitely tended to bring out a more mischievous, downright lewd, side to her...

Nova felt Fiona stirring and smiled brightly, though he had to quickly let go of her ear once is started moving on its own, or risk taking a sticky plunge that she might not bother fishing him out of for some time. His eyes widened as her maw did, blushing as he had a few memories of her giving him a licking once in a while, teasing with him, making him watch her eat food bigger than he was. It made him gulp thinking about it, as he scrambled back so that she didn't knock him off of the armrest. There were a couple of unusual traits some of those that had Dwindled had, at least to the extent that they seemed to have quite the improved survivability in some scenarios. It would be more of a pain just from no longer being up high on the arm rest than the fall itself actually would hurt him. His bright smile faded, as Fiona gave a fair, but brutal assessment of the movie he'd been anxious to watch, and had disturbed her nap for.

He couldn't help admit that she wasn't wrong, it was a lot of CGI, and not the greatest... but he'd been desperate to see a movie with Dwindled actors, to feel a little more normal... but, this wasn't helping really at all. He let out a long sigh, but his ears perked up as she addressed him a little bit more. "That wouldn't be a bad idea, make our own stuff... put it on a channel or something..." he murmured. His voice was small, but fortunately they had pretty sensitive ears in their family, he most often could assume that he was heard. "I'll take a little snack sure," he said, chuckling a little to himself. What kind of snack wouldn't be little for him?

Nova used to be quite active, not college athletic scholarship active, but he was fairly lithe and quick. He looked on now at the distance from the living room to the kitchen and pantry. It was like miles to him. He was grateful whenever Fiona was around, and took her help whenever he could. He tried not to fall for her traps and tricks, but sometimes she just seemed to scoop him up without warning, but, with his size, what was he really going to do about it?

"Hell yeah... remember that movie about the video store, and how they remade all the movies as home-movies? We could totally do something like that" Fiona remarked as she stood up, she smirked as she walked around the sofa, before crouching down by the arm-rest so that her face was level to Nova. "We could do Aladdin, where you're the plucky young kid, and I'm... the big sand cave lion thing" She said, chuckling, and tilting her head back, opening her maw, giving him yet another good look into her mouth, before looking back and smirking. "Or maybe Robin Hood, where you're the charismatic rogue, and I'm your awaiting damsel... Or maybe Conan, with you as the badass in a leotard, and me as..." She trailed off, before smiling and shrugging. "...a bigger badass with a bigger leotard, I suppose" She said, chuckling. "I've always felt that I was born to capture attention, maybe this movie thing could work... shines a spotlight on both of us" She remarked, as she walked away, into the kitchen, hips swaying as she did so.

She opened the cupboards and the fridge, observing just what she had at hand. She didn't feel like potato chips, and it seemed too early for something heavy like chocolate. Her eyes lit up when she spied the best of both worlds, tucked to the side of the cupboard, and pulled down a box of her beloved Pocky. "Yesss... come to Fiona..." She purred with delight at finding her treats. With them in hand, she also grabbed a can of cherry cola from the fridge, and poured it into a glass, before putting a brightly colored straw in it. The straw was for Nova, not herself, in case he wanted some.

"What do you think, Nova? Fancy being the first home-grown internet Dwindled star? Maybe we'll get our own show" Fiona said with another chuckle, as she came back over to the sofa.

Nova nodded along eagerly, his eyes almost glowing golden at the thought! But his star struck look changed, a tinge of red coating his face as Fiona's came close to his view, and she opened her mouth so big again~ She really was teasing him a lot with it today, she needed to get those snacks fast! "Hehe, a Dwindled rescuing Maid Marian at her normal size? I wonder how she'll think to repay him~" he purred back, his tail swishing as she stood up and he watched her walking away. He had quite a few ideas coming to mind now as he breathed in deeply, trying to relax from that teasing view. Making remakes of movies was one acting role they could attempt... it would take a lot of preparation though. Not that he didn't have all the time in the world now. Dwindled were so small now, it didn't take much to care for them, so there wasn't much in the way of giving them any financial support by any sort of system. At most, maybe an airplane ticket, which could just be taken along in someone's pocket for the flight.

He looked on as her hips swayed with her movements, and couldn't tell if she was just excited to eat, or teasing him some more. As the movie was now thoroughly wasted on both of them, he had nowhere else to look as she headed back over to the couch. "We could really make movies of all sorts! All genres!" he said cheerily, awaiting delivery of his snack, probably a piece of her Pocky, and a sip of her soda as he watched it fizzing and bubbling. "We might need some of your friends to help out with that though, but, before we figure out if we, actually wanna do that, we should do some practice scenes of a few types of films, see what we work well with together."

"Oh, I'm sure she'll think of a few ways... whether or not those ways are fit for film, that's a different story" Fiona said with a chuckle, before she sat back down, making the whole sofa shudder beneath Nova. She put her glass down on the coffee table between them and the TV, before opening up her box and bag of Pocky. Just a single, normal sized piece of Pocky, although thin enough for Nova to enjoy, was still about twice his height standing!

"You know, this is one thing that I'm jealous of you about... How big these things must look" Fiona remarked, snapping the Pocky in half. "If I had a giant Pocky I'd be ecstatic... the perfect snack at maximum size!" She mused, snapping it once again into quarters.

She looked like she was about to put those Pocky quarters onto the arm rest that Nova was on, when she paused, and then there was a glint in her eye, and that mischievous smile that meant Nova was about to be taken for a ride crept up her face. She put all the Pocky except for one down on the table, and leaned over to the arm rest with her face. "Come get your snack, bro..." She cooed at him, before opening her maw, and placing one of the Pocky quarters onto her tongue, inviting him to come into her open maw, and come get it.

Nova was used to the rumblings caused by his sis, parents, and others who came around the house. Guests were a little more unpredictable, but he had gotten used to being ready to brace himself when someone used his scenic furniture as a place to sit or jump or sprawl along. His ears perked up as she spoke, but his eyes were fixed on that glorious Pocky.

"They are pretty big. I love how food companies tried to buy in on this whole thing with 'micro food, fit for the microwave.' Yeah no, that was never gonna happen. Just because your CEO is one of the tiniest of the dwindled, just eat the bit of normal food and vitamin gummy, idiot!" Nova's tail was lashing about to the timing of Fiona breaking the Pocky into pieces. "You wouldn't be jealous if you were this small. As great as it is to have it, I couldn't ever have it by myself..."

He trailed off as he saw her eyes glinting, and gulped a little as she moved the Pocky pieces away from him. Looks like some game was about to happen. He blushed brightly at the look into her mouth, and saw her drop the piece onto it. He walked slowly closer, breathing a soft sigh, as he took off his shirt, exposing his upper half fully. From experience, he knew better than to expect to get out of this without a little saliva sticking to him at least. "You're gonna melt all the good stuff off you know," he complained as he stood at the edge of her maw, looking down at her tongue, then sighed as he started to lean forward. She was keeping it in the middle of her tongue. It was just far enough that he had to lean in, and put a hand onto her tongue, which would start sending a sweet flavor through her mouth; another strange side effect of the Dwindling making itself known as all of the Dwindled had developed an irresistible flavor. Some were rich, some were savory, some were sweet, but all of the types seemed to have the same reaction from everyone: delicious!

Fiona wasn't a bad sister, really, but there was something about her brother being so tiny that made him irresistible, perfect even. Maybe she had a bit of a giantess fetish, but Nova being Dwindled had only lead to her wanting to spend more and more time with him, getting closer and closer. They were brother and sister for sure, but if this kept up, how long before Fiona wanted something even deeper than that...

Not long. As soon as she felt the touch of Nova's hand on her tongue, and those taste sensations shot through it, it planted the single thought in her mind; She wanted him, and she was going to have him.

As carefully, as stealthily, as smoothly as she could, with Nova's attention tunnel-visioned into her maw, Fiona started raise one arm, curling it so that her hand, with one finger outstretched, was slowly approaching her face, and therefore Nova's back. In a few seconds, unless Nova somehow figured out her plan and moved quickly enough, then he'd feel the gentle, yet powerful poke behind him that propelled him onto Fiona's tongue to join the Pocky.

Nova sighed as his hand squished onto her tongue, and he felt it flexing under his hand. Her hot breath washed over him as he grabbed the piece of Pocky. He was leaned forward into her mouth, but not too far, his one arm reaching in, the other holding onto her top lip, which he pulled on a little as he started to pack out, his slimy prize in hand, until it slipped. His little hand couldn't even wrap around the piece, and it fell back onto her tongue. "Come on sis, just let me," he began, then felt her finger on his back pushing hard. He let out a shocked mew as he tipped forward, his upper half falling onto her bottom lip, his face landing onto her tongue, and into the softened Pocky/saliva mixture with a wet splat, and a small explosion of sweet flavor upon her tongue as he quickly tried to push himself up on her tongue, his balance still offset inwards.

With the little tiger right where Fiona wanted him, all she needed now was to make sure he stayed where she wanted him. Fiona tilted her head up just a little, just enough to make Nova slide a little further onto her tongue, before letting her jaws close behind him, the light from the television becoming an ever-narrowing beam of light that would soon leave him in darkness... at least with a Pocky for company.

She curled her fingers into the fabric of the sofa and gripped tightly, fighting every urge she had to move her tongue about to feel more of her brother. Letting him just squirm against her stilled tongue was like a taste explosion going against her senses, like the most exquisite crackling candy she'd ever consumed. Nova would feel her breath get both hotter and heavier... and Fiona would feel her shorts get damper, and tighter.

The little tiger's eyes were wide open, and his thoughts were racing maddeningly. Time seemed to slow as he pushed himself up, only to feel himself bounce as she lifted her head back, and his knees slipped over the edge of her lips, dropping onto her tongue as he legs were pulled inside. He sat up, turning around, scrambling, reaching towards that light before it sealed shut just in front of his hands as he pressed against the inside of her lips. He pounded against the inside of her lips, making little bumps before he mewed out, splatting face first onto her tongue and squirming against it, his flavor seeping into her rising tide of saliva as he panicked. "This isn't funny sis! Let me out! You can keep all the Pocky! Just let me out!" he mewed, shuddering himself, the heat and wetness around him unavoidable, and soaking into his own shorts as he had to hope to be ready, for her to let him out, or for him to take some quick action if she tried to gulp him down!


A full-sized tigress with an outgoing and playful personality. She enjoys teasing her Dwindled brother Nova, hinting at a mischievous side. Her protective nature towards Nova shows she is caring, although she also harbors more complex feelings for him. Her remarks about making their own movies reveal an ambitious and creative streak in her character.

The little tiger's eyes were wide open, and his thoughts were racing maddeningly. Time seemed to slow as he pushed himself up, only to feel himself bounce as she lifted her head back, and his knees slipped over the edge of her lips, dropping onto her tongue as he legs were pulled inside. He sat up, turning around, scrambling, reaching towards that light before it sealed shut just in front of his hands as he pressed against the inside of her lips. He pounded against the inside of her lips, making little bumps before he mewed out, splatting face first onto her tongue and squirming against it, his flavor seeping into her rising tide of saliva as he panicked. "This isn't funny sis! Let me out! You can keep all the Pocky! Just let me out!" he mewed, shuddering himself, the heat and wetness around him unavoidable, and soaking into his own shorts as he had to hope to be ready, for her to let him out, or for him to take some quick action if she tried to gulp him down!

A frown just briefly flicked across Fiona's face from the sound of Nova's unease, but then that feeling was replaced by those sweet, sweet explosions of crackling taste as he flailed against her tongue. He'd get used to it, right? Hell, maybe he'd enjoy it if she showed him there was nothing to worry about... Slowly, tenderly, the tongue shifted against Nova's topless body. She separated him from the Pocky, just so it was off to the side and out of the way, before letting her warm, slick tongue drag itself along his form slowly. It wasn't an assault, a rapid flurry of licks, but a gentle caress, almost if he was being embraced by cuddly bear... if the bear slimy instead of furry, and not a bear at all.

Outside, meanwhile, her arousal was far too obvious to ignore and she let one hand slip beneath the waistline of her shorts and grip her hefty member with anticipation. The movie was well and truly forgotten, just background noise now.


A 19-year-old male who exhibits a manipulative and self-centered personality. He has the ability to present himself as caring and trustworthy, especially towards his younger sister whom he can easily influence due to their age difference. Despite this outward appearance of care, he prioritizes his own desires over the well-being of others. His actions reveal a lack of empathy and consideration for the feelings or understanding of those around him, particularly when it comes to Sandy. He has level of control over his physical urges but lacks moral restraint.

Danny could tell that she was really confused. He might be able to convince her to do it if he used the right words. "Squirt," he said, trying to get her to look at his face. "I would really love it if you would sit back on it. I can help you do it if you want," he looked at her with what he hoped was a look of love and tenderness. The truth was he just wanted to be inside her and would do almost anything at this point to get it.

Sandy was still in a daze of intense confusion. So, when Danny just made his very direct request, she couldn't possibly refuse. She was used to Danny giving confusing and complicated explanations for all kinds of things to do with math or animals or things like that, but she was especially confused about this one and just wanted Danny to tell her what to do. So, when he told her straight that what he wanted was for her to sit on his privates again, she looked back and smiled at him. She was immediately ready to go along with it.

She wasn't quite sure why he said he would help her, though. What was so hard about just sitting on his privates? No, wait! She just remembered. He said that it hurt if she did it wrong. She got a little worried and scared now, and that smile turned into a frown as she looked over her shoulder at his privates again. She just looked at him, begging him with her eyes to help her.

Danny reached around her waist and held his penis. With his other hand on her hip, he guided her back until the tip of his head was pressed against her labia. He slowly pushed her back and down until his head slid between her lips and was at the beginning of his vagina. He looked into her face to make sure that she wasn't in any pain.

Sandy felt his wiener pushing on her. He was just having her move backward toward his privates and not actually sitting on them. She was confused again, but since he was guiding her, she figured this must be the ''right way'', and so she did not argue about it at all. She looked backward and could not see his wiener anymore, so she just turned back to look at Danny and wondered what she was supposed to do next. She was hoping he would just tell her, but she would settle for him guiding her with his hands some more as well.

She didn't seem to be bothered by anything so far, so Danny pushed her down further. He moved his hand as his penis slowly slid further and further into her vagina. It was so tight and felt so good. He used both hands on her hips now and slid her down until he started to feel real resistance. He started bunching her shirt in his hands, trying to lift it off of her body.

Sandy went along with what her brother was having her do, and then she found to her horror that he was actually having her sit down so that his wiener would go inside of what she called her ''other hole''. She had discovered this ''other hole'' before when she was playing with her privates when she was five, but this was when her mommy and daddy were already yelling at her not to let people see her privates and things like that, so she was embarrassed to ask questions about it when she discovered this ''other hole''. All she knew was that it existed.

She had played with her ''other hole'' a little before, but she had only put her fingers a little bit into the opening part of it. She had never had anything this far into it before. She was absolutely shocked that Danny wanted to do this. Once again, she was confused. Very confused. She didn't really like it. But she went along with it anyway and didn't say anything about it.

"Ow!" She suddenly yiped. She felt something like a pinch inside of her, and she looked down. Since she couldn't see behind her, she decided to sit up so she could see her fufa right between her legs. In doing so, she put her weight directly over where Danny's wiener was already going inside of her, and adding her body weight to it made her sink down the rest of the way. She stared bug-eyed at the place between her legs as more than half of Danny's wiener had disappeared inside of her. That thing seemed gigantic to her when she was playing with it (although she didn't have anything to compare it against, she only knew it was five times the size of her fingers.) However, most of it was inside her ''other hole'' now.

She had no idea she could fit something that big inside of her ''other hole''. It felt a little bit like when she was in the middle of pooping a really big poop, except it was in her other hole instead of her butt. She instinctively squeezed with her vaginal muscles. They were controlled by the same Kegel muscles that controlled defecation, so the mere comparison between this and that other bodily function made her immediately take the correct action to really clamp down on Danny's wiener.

Meanwhile, Sandy just stared down in her dazed state. She was horrified when he first started pushing it into her, but now she was just trying to figure out what she thought of it since it had already happened, and it clearly managed to fit inside.

Danny closed his eyes and moaned again as she tightened her muscles around his penis. It was tight to begin with, and it felt so good. Better than with a grown woman. He pulled her shirt off of her body and stared at her slim figure. He ran his hands up and down her thighs, enjoying the feel of her skin. She didn't seem to know what to do, so he held her hips and guided her to move up and then back down. This was so amazing. He had already urinated twice today, so he might be able to make it last a while.

"Ahh!" Sandy had been so distracted with her brother's wiener in her ''other hole'' that she hadn't even noticed him trying to pull her shirt off the entire time. She only noticed when he finally pulled it over her head, and she whined a little bit about it and tried to reach to get it back before Danny tossed it aside.

She was not sure why it was any kind of a big deal, but he still just took it from her and so she had a bit of a depressed look on her face for the moment about it. Danny started rubbing her chest after that. It felt a little weird, but kind of nice too. Did he take his shirt off because he wanted to rub her chest like that?

All of this new stuff was just strange to her. She didn't say anything and didn't complain, but she wasn't really sure if she liked any of it. It was what Danny asked her to do, though, and she agreed, so she felt like she couldn't say to stop right now.

Danny moved his hands back to her hips and started motioning for her to lift up. Did he want her to get off now? No, after he had her lift up a little, he started making her move back down. What did he want her to do? Get off or sit down!? She could feel tears of frustration starting to form in her eyes over it. However, the way he rubbed her legs and rubbed her belly calmed her down just a little. Danny seemed to look happy about what they were doing, and he kept moaning and squirming around. Now that she knew it was because it felt good, this encouraged her a little bit. She didn't understand this at all, but Danny seemed to really really REALLY like it. So, even though she wanted to stop and hide for a while then come back and yell at him to explain it the right way, she decided not to say anything and just keep sitting on his privates like this.

Danny was feeling so good right now that he barely noticed the facial changes in his little sister. Somewhere in his mind, he wanted her to enjoy this as well, but right now he was too caught up in the sensation. He moved his hands over to her groin and placed his thumbs on her clitoris. He tried his best to pinch the sensitive nerve end between his thumbs and rub it gently. Mostly, he just ended up pressing it down or pushing it between his thumbs, but he hoped that just by moving it, he would feel pleasure.

He had hoped that he would last longer this time than the last time, but he could feel that he was about to cum again. He was about to tell her to get off, but before he could, he came. He pushed down on her thighs in reflex and felt waves of joy as he shot his load into his tight little sister. He held her down on his penis for several moments before letting his hands fall to his sides. He was panting heavily.

Sandy felt a weird feeling when Danny started pushing on her privates. It felt almost like hitting her funny bone, and she immediately decided she did not like it. She did not understand why Danny kept making all those weird sounds and the way he kept moving and squirming around under her, and now he was hurting her privates with his fingers. It wasn't hurting really bad, but she really did not like it.

She hissed, but her mind was so confused with everything that she did not vocalize an ''ow'' or anything like that. She just reached down and tried to peel his hands away, now with a very red and tear-streaked face. He took his hands off pretty fast though. She kept her own hands over the spot he was just pressing on in order to protect it in case he tried to do something like that again, and then he started acting different again. He made a sound like he just got hurt really bad and started pressing down hard on her legs, and then he flopped back on the bed like he was out of breath.

All of a sudden, the fear and anger she felt toward Danny was getting overwritten by fear and love for a brother she thought might be hurt. She was still very confused, but now instead of wanting this all to stop, she was just staring and hoping Danny was OK. She did not move from where she was sitting. The signs that she had been crying were still kinda there, but she wasn't actively crying anymore. "...Danny?" She whimpered, wanting to check if he was OK.

Danny, eyes still closed, held his arms out to her, offering her silently into an embrace. His breathing started to slow, and a small smile came to his lips. He opened his eyes and smiled up at her lovingly. He hoped that she wasn't mad at him for anything.


A young, innocent 7-year-old girl who has a trusting nature and a strong attachment to her older brother. She's curious and naive, with an innate desire to understand things but lacks the proper guidance. Her personality leans towards being compliant and non-confrontational, often going along with situations even when they confuse or scare her. This is evident in how she reacts to unfamiliar situations, choosing not to voice out her concerns or discomforts. Despite this, she shows signs of resilience and adaptability in trying circumstances.

Danny, eyes still closed, held his arms out to her, offering her silently into an embrace. His breathing started to slow, and a small smile came to his lips. He opened his eyes and smiled up at her lovingly. He hoped that she wasn't mad at him for anything.

When Sandy saw her brother smiling with his arms spread open, she felt relieved, and her fears for him went away. At the same time, though, this allowed her to remember how she felt angry at him before. She didn't want to be mad at him now, but she couldn't bring herself to just hug him like that now. So, she just sat there where she was.

She could still feel his wiener inside her; it felt really, really weird. Now that he was not moving all weird and making her bounce up and down and stuff, she was able to just feel it inside her. She was trying to figure out what she thought of it. It felt hot inside her tummy, and something about it was actually making her start to feel dizzy the more she thought about it as her mind went strange places like if it went all the way up and touched her stomach. The disgusting thoughts caused her little 7-year-old mind to freak out and start to trigger a sense of vertigo.


A married woman with auburn hair who is skilled at baking and has won numerous prizes for it. She is somewhat naive and easily flustered. She has a curvaceous figure with EE cup breasts, which she uses to her advantage when dealing with men. Overall, she comes across as someone who is in over their head and trying desperately to maintain some semblance of control in an increasingly dangerous situation.

There was the sound of the front door opening and closing which would usually indicate that Tina's husband was home. But it was early afternoon, a time that he never came home at, and he didn't call out in his usual greeting to her when he entered the house. Of course their relationship had gone down hill a little, as his continued sexual advances on her were spurned, but otherwise things were a cheerful marriage enough.

The footsteps were also off, heavier sounding boots then his dress shoes, as the intruder made her way into the kitchen. The woman was tall, muscular, and blonde. A cheerful look on her face, there was a certain predatory look behind it. She wore a blue and black top uniform that clung to her body, and a matching bottom set as well. The emblem on her upper chest, and her shoulders, marked her as a Special Police member. Youthful in appearance, she had to be in her mid twenties most likely, and quite skilled and dangerous to survive the role she was in.

"Good afternoon, Tina" Raisa said as she pulled up a chair and sat across the counter from the auburn haired woman. Reaching out a hand, dressed in a black fingerless glove, she grabbed a cookie and blew on it to cool it down. "I hope you don't mind me taking your time... there's a few questions I'd like to ask you."

She paused for a moment at the thread of being called on murder before she swallowed what she was chewing and started to laugh loudly. "Lady... I'm above the police" she said, thumbing to the badge on her shoulder. "You wanna try it, go ahead... they might join in on the fun once we're done with our little chat. Now..."

She put the cookie, a singly bite taken out of it, down on the counter. "Let's start with the first charge. Your baking. Now now you're going to tell me that your baking is just that good, people love it, and that's why you win all the time. In fact, that's what the investigations department thought when one of your neighbors called and complained that you kept getting all the prize money."

"Except... while your baking is that good, that's not all there is to it." At this point Raisa rested her elbows on the countertop, folded her hands together, and rested her chin on them as she watched Tina. "We found you've been adding a little something to it. An addictive, illicit narcotic."

Tina gulped as the woman called her on her bluff. She was usually a better liar than that but the sudden appearance of her had thrown the MILF off her game. She was in a lot of trouble and she knew it. When the Special Police arrived the people they spoke to disappeared to never be seen from again. So the fact that the woman was looking for her was alarming. She knew she couldn't outrun her. She had never been the most athletic, EE cup breasts made it difficult, and the woman looked to be in fantastic shape.

As the woman talked she shook her head. "No. That's ridiculous. I have never put drugs in my food. Who would even think such a thing? You must have the wrong person." She just happened to be a talented baker who made her own recipes that no one else had been able to copy. She knew some people were jealous of her success but she didn't think it was this bad.

"Well, problem is..." Raisa said, poking at the cookie she placed partially eaten on the counter until it slit down the middle. "The forensic lab sampled your cooking, and they found narcotics in it, so right there you're already in trouble on top of you lying about it now" she grinned.

"Now... let's go onto what you do with the prize money. You were a bit more careful with that and gave our accounting investigators a bit of a run about with what, a few shell bank accounts that all end up in a charity? Pity for you that the charity got cracked open for transferring funds to rebels."

The agent was grinning at Tina now, eyes watching her face and body as she slowly exposed the busty woman. "Still want to pretend you're innocent?"

*What is this woman talking about*, Tina thought to herself as the officer kept talking. "Now this is just getting ridiculous. Do I look like someone who could set up shell companies? I don't know who set up this sick joke but I think you should leave now." She turned away from the woman, going back to her cooking, having completely put her out of her mind. This latest batch of cookies was for a charity event that she was participating in.

She put a new tray into the oven, turning it on and setting the timer before moving over to begin mixing up another batch.

The chair scraped along the floor as Raisa pushed it back and stood up, the grin gone from her face. Walking briskly around the counter, boots thudding on the floor, she grabbed Tina by her hair and tugged her head back. She pushed her up against her from behind, using her lower body to pin the woman's against the lower cabinet as she reached around and grabbed her mouth, her fingers pushing her cheeks in.

"I don't think you realize how much trouble you're in..." she growled. "Did all the oxygen go to your tits instead of your brain? Your husband's coming home to an empty house tonight, with a new broad under his arm. He should be about getting the divorce papers finalized now since not only are you a subversive traitor, you've also haven't been doing your duty in pleasing him sexually. Bout time he got someone who did."

Tina yelped as the woman stormed off behind her and grabbed her hair. Her heart stopped as the woman talked about her husband coming home with divorce papers and a new wife. That bastard had done this. "I'm being set up," she moaned through the woman's grasp. "Please. I'm not doing any of the things you think I am."

She tried to push away from the counter but the woman used her power to keep her pinned. "He planned this. I'm a good wife who takes care of her husband." Though it was hard to pleasure him when he was never home, always away on "business".

"Even if you're innocent..." Raisa began, lips right behind Tina's earlobe, warm breath flowing over her skin. "...apparently you didn't do good enough to keep him from tossing you under the bus. Even if he's the rebel sympathizer and sacrificing you, he'll have to keep low and be much more careful, which means his actions will be much more limited. The State is willing to take that. Speaking of which... I'll need to do a search of the house for contraband and any files or intelligence."

She pulled her hand off of Tina's cheeks and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from her belt, the metal links jingling softly. "You'll be a good, cooperative girl and show me where everything is right? Things'll go rough for you otherwise..."

Tina shivered as the woman teased her, the hot breath of the officer tickling her neck. "I'm not going to tell you anything," she said, still struggling to maintain a sense of control over the situation. Though that was deteriorating rapidly at this point. The clinking of the handcuffs made her whimper in fear. She'd never been in a fight before. In fact, she was a bit of a wimp. And she usually didn't have to try to talk her way out of danger. Batting her eyelashes and showing off more of her massive cleavage was always enough to sway any men to her side and that had always helped against women who were mad at her.

"Go ahead and destroy the house. See what I care," she said defiantly. If it was true and her husband sold her out then he should come home to a shell of a house. She wasn't going to go quietly.


A tall, muscular blonde woman in her mid-twenties who is a member of the Special Police. She has a cheerful demeanor but also has a certain predatory look behind it. She is skilled and dangerous enough to survive her role in the police force. She wears blue and black top uniform that clings to her body. She is also manipulative and willing to use violence when necessary. She is confident in her abilities and not afraid to use them to get what they want.

"Even if you're innocent..." Raisa began, lips right behind Tina's earlobe, warm breath flowing over her skin. "...apparently you didn't do good enough to keep him from tossing you under the bus. Even if he's the rebel sympathizer and sacrificing you, he'll have to keep low and be much more careful, which means his actions will be much more limited. The State is willing to take that. Speaking of which... I'll need to do a search of the house for contraband and any files or intelligence."

She pulled her hand off of Tina's cheeks and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from her belt, the metal links jingling softly. "You'll be a good, cooperative girl and show me where everything is right? Things'll go rough for you otherwise..."


Cara, preferring to be called Max, is a young 8 years old tomboy who enjoys playing outside and getting dirty. She has an innocent curiosity about the world around her, including the differences between boys and girls. Despite her physical appearance as a girl, she identifies strongly as a boy and insists on being treated as such. She idolizes her older brother and sees him as an unwavering supporter in her quest to assert her identity. Her boldness in asserting herself combined with her youthful naivety creates a unique blend of fearlessness and vulnerability.

Max was outside, eyeing a large caterpillar that looked like the perfect meal for his pet frog. He picked it up and jumped slightly when it curled up in defense, thinking the creature might bite him. One of the few feminine qualities the boy still retained was the fear of creepy-crawlers. He covered his chest with his hand and called over Jason, his big brother, to get the bug for him.

"Hey, Jason, come get this caterpillar for me, please! It tried to bite me!" he said, pouting with puppy eyes that he knew would always work.

"I doubt it's going to bite you unless you are made of leaves Max." Jason laughed a little as he kneeled down looking at the caterpillar. He wasn't scared of it, but he wasn't thrilled to touch it either. "Here. I'll show you how to pick these suckers up without getting bit." He placed the jar over the caterpillar and scooped it up at an angle. "There you go. Why do you want that anyway?"

"Derek needs to eat, right? Don't froggies eat caterpillars?" he retorted and took the jar. "Thanks, bro." Max kissed Jason's cheek quickly before running inside to feed the large frog they'd gotten last month as a pet. The boy dumped the caterpillar in Derek's tank and waited, wondering if the frog would eat now or save it for later. "Come on, Derek," he said, tapping the glass, "eat your supper!"

Jason paused for a moment and thought about it. "Do frogs eat caterpillars?" He shrugged as he walked into the house. He walked behind Max watching with him. "Maybe he isn't hungry right now." I looked up at the clock. It was mist after 3:10. Too soon to prepare dinner, mom and dad were away for the weekend. Max and Jason were alone for the night. "Hey Jason, do you know what you want for dinner? I'll see if I can make it or order it. Let me know. I'll be doing some stuff in my room okay?"

Max frowned but sighed and left Derek alone. He followed Jason to his room and sat on the older boy's bed. "Can we have pizza, Jason? Please, bro? I know we had it last night, but I wanted pepperoni and we only had cheese... I'll do anything you want." He tilted his head in excitement, smiling and bouncing on the bed.

"Okay, we can have pepperoni." Jason sighed a bit under his breath as Max walked in. He was hoping to have at least a few minutes alone as he was horny and wanted to rub one out. "I can order it later. We can watch a movie or something while we eat. So what do you want to do till then?"

"I don't know. What do you want to do?" Max asked curiously. He was dirty and needed to take a shower, but he never liked to do so, not because he didn't want to get clean but because it reminded him of the painful truth of his true sex. "I want to do whatever you want to do," he said shortly. It was a tribute to his want to be like his brother in every way. Jason was, after all, his hero.

Jason thought to himself, "what I want to do would be trouble to involve you." But at the same time, he didn't want to kick Max out. He wouldn't understand why he wanted to be alone till he was older. "Well, how about we take a bath now so we don't have to later. That way, we can just have fun the rest of the night. How does that sound?"

Max frowned, knowing his brother was right, but he didn't want to. "OK, but... will you take a bath with me? You know, like we used to? I miss washing each other's backs... that's always the best part." What he meant to say was that bath time was OK, but he was unsure how to articulate it in so many words. He got up and hugged Jason tightly. "Please, Jason!"

He sighed knowing he shouldn't, but they were alone, and if some one came by for whatever reason, he could say Max isn't allowed to answer the door with out permission. "Okay but it's going to be tight in the tub. Just be careful not to get hurt, okay?" He went to the bathroom, filling the tub with water, making sure it wasn't too hot, all while wondering how to do this without getting cramped or hitting Max.

Max followed him into the bathroom and began to undress. He removed everything but his Disney Princess panties, reluctant now to expose that part of himself. He knew he'd have to, but it was embarrassing, more so than normal for some reason now that Jason was here. He exhaled deeply and lowered them, standing completely naked before his brother. He held his hands before his cinny unconsciously. "Jason, don't look... OK?" he said, knowing Jason would know what he meant.

"Okay. I promise not to look." He turns his head away as he undresses himself. "Check the water before you get in Max. Don't want you to get burned." While still looking away, I gather Mac's clothes and set them aside to wash them later.

Max hurried into the water and relaxed at the warmth. Once he was sure that his cunny was hidden from view, he looked over to Jason. "OK, you can come in, bro..." His eyes widened, and he blushed deeply as he looked over, though. He hadn't realized his brother had gotten so big, especially there. It made him embarrassed and a little more self-conscious, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from it.

"Okay Max." He turned to step in and noticed Max was staring. At first, he didn't say anything and just went along with it. "You want to play a bit or just wash up Max?" It was getting weird for Jason as Max kept looking.

Max gulped and finally looked away, realizing that he'd been staring. "Um, we can play if you want... Jason', why is your willy so big? It used to be a lot smaller..." It was still an innocent curiosity as the boy never had one of his own, and his cunny never changed shape. He looked at it again, but only briefly this time.

"Well..." the heat didn't help as Jason started to blush. Jason knew Max wouldn't just let it go, so he thought of a way to explain. "Well, Max as boys get older, it gets bigger so they can have babies with mommies when they are older." Jason wanted to hide after explaining that to Max. "Why don't we play for a little bit then wash up so we can get Pizza okay?" He hopes the change of subject works.

"Oh," Max responded as it was explained. "So because I don't have one... I can never be a Daddy?" The thought made him sad, though he needed the obvious answer. He didn't want to be a mom one day though. He agreed to play a bit to distract himself. He splashed water behind him to his Jason. Then Max leaned back against him, "I love you, Nii-chan." He'd started calling Jason that off and on since they began watching anime together.

"I love you too, Max." Jason soaked as Max played. Glad the conversation was over. He started to slide down as he soaked unaware that Max was getting closer to his cock.

Max jumped out of the water, face red with embarrassment. He turned to face Jason and pouted, "Nii-chan, your... your willy touched my butt..." He wasn't even aware that in his flurry, he was standing fully exposed to the older boy with his cunny at eye-level. The smooth, hairless slit that still retained a bit of baby fat was merely inches from his brother's face. It was enough to make any teen's nose bleed.

Jason jumped up startled hearing what Max said, "SORRY MAX I..." He had just realized what he was looking at. Even though Max was young, she had well-defined parts to her body. Jason felt the blood flowing to his cock as he tried to cover himself up. "Why don't you get back in the tub and wash up. Don't want to make more of a mess to clean up later, right?". With a nervous laugh, he tried to get his erection down, but the warm water and Mac's body wasn't helping him at all.

Max slowly called down, realizing that it was unintentional. "OK, let's wash up..." He began by washing his hair. That meant he could close his eyes and stay seated. When he finished though, he looked back at Jason. "Will you wash my back, Nii-chan?" He scooted back and leaned over, blushing as he felt the erection on the small of his back.

Jason wondered how he got so close without him noticing. He tried to back away, but Max had backed him to the wall. "Okay. Here it goes." As he washed Max's back, his cock rubbed up slightly on Max. It felt good, but it wasn't enough to get him to urinate. Slowly, his hands drifted from Max's back towards his sides. "You doing okay?"

Besides the embarrassment he felt from the member on his back, Max felt relaxed and really good. He even felt tingly as his sides were caressed, which was nice. "Yeah..." he replied but curiously added, "Nii-chan, why is your willy hard? It's rubbing against my back... does it hurt? Is it OK?" If it had been anyone else, Max knew he'd be unable to ask such questions, but with Jason, he knew he'd get an honest answer.

"Well, sometimes when older people get excited, it gets hard. It hurts a little but not that much. I just need to calm down, and it will be fine." He continued to wash Max not despising the far he was going as he was almost to his chest and private area. When he realized how far he was going, he stopped. "Okay. Time for me to wash myself now." He did his best to quickly wash up to get out of the tub.

"Oh, is there anything I can do to help?" Max asked, blushing deeper as Jason crept closer to his cunny. Did he get hard because of me? he asked himself silently. He then realized that Jason probably saw his cunny. Maybe he wants to look at me... Once he was finished washing, Max stood and turned to face Jason. "It's OK if you want to look at it..." he said with a crimson face, "I'm really a girl... it's OK, bro..." He hated to admit that, but he didn't want to be the cause of Jason's pain.


An 11 years old boy who has begun to experience the physical changes that come with puberty, including a growth spurt and development of secondary sexual characteristics. He's patient and caring towards his younger sister Cara (who calls herself Max), often indulging her requests even if they cause him discomfort or embarrassment. Despite being in the throes of adolescence, he maintains a level-headed approach to awkward situations and tries his best to explain complex matters in a way that Cara can understand. His protective nature shines through in his interactions with her.

Max was outside, eyeing a large caterpillar that looked like the perfect meal for his pet frog. He picked it up and jumped slightly when it curled up in defense, thinking the creature might bite him. One of the few feminine qualities the boy still retained was the fear of creepy-crawlers. He covered his chest with his hand and called over Jason, his big brother, to get the bug for him.

"Hey, Jason, come get this caterpillar for me, please! It tried to bite me!" he said, pouting with puppy eyes that he knew would always work.

"I doubt it's going to bite you unless you are made of leaves Max." Jason laughed a little as he kneeled down looking at the caterpillar. He wasn't scared of it, but he wasn't thrilled to touch it either. "Here. I'll show you how to pick these suckers up without getting bit." He placed the jar over the caterpillar and scooped it up at an angle. "There you go. Why do you want that anyway?"

"Derek needs to eat, right? Don't froggies eat caterpillars?" he retorted and took the jar. "Thanks, bro." Max kissed Jason's cheek quickly before running inside to feed the large frog they'd gotten last month as a pet. The boy dumped the caterpillar in Derek's tank and waited, wondering if the frog would eat now or save it for later. "Come on, Derek," he said, tapping the glass, "eat your supper!"

Jason paused for a moment and thought about it. "Do frogs eat caterpillars?" He shrugged as he walked into the house. He walked behind Max watching with him. "Maybe he isn't hungry right now." I looked up at the clock. It was mist after 3:10. Too soon to prepare dinner, mom and dad were away for the weekend. Max and Jason were alone for the night. "Hey Jason, do you know what you want for dinner? I'll see if I can make it or order it. Let me know. I'll be doing some stuff in my room okay?"

Max frowned but sighed and left Derek alone. He followed Jason to his room and sat on the older boy's bed. "Can we have pizza, Jason? Please, bro? I know we had it last night, but I wanted pepperoni and we only had cheese... I'll do anything you want." He tilted his head in excitement, smiling and bouncing on the bed.

"Okay, we can have pepperoni." Jason sighed a bit under his breath as Max walked in. He was hoping to have at least a few minutes alone as he was horny and wanted to rub one out. "I can order it later. We can watch a movie or something while we eat. So what do you want to do till then?"

"I don't know. What do you want to do?" Max asked curiously. He was dirty and needed to take a shower, but he never liked to do so, not because he didn't want to get clean but because it reminded him of the painful truth of his true sex. "I want to do whatever you want to do," he said shortly. It was a tribute to his want to be like his brother in every way. Jason was, after all, his hero.

Jason thought to himself, "what I want to do would be trouble to involve you." But at the same time, he didn't want to kick Max out. He wouldn't understand why he wanted to be alone till he was older. "Well, how about we take a bath now so we don't have to later. That way, we can just have fun the rest of the night. How does that sound?"

Max frowned, knowing his brother was right, but he didn't want to. "OK, but... will you take a bath with me? You know, like we used to? I miss washing each other's backs... that's always the best part." What he meant to say was that bath time was OK, but he was unsure how to articulate it in so many words. He got up and hugged Jason tightly. "Please, Jason!"

He sighed knowing he shouldn't, but they were alone, and if some one came by for whatever reason, he could say Max isn't allowed to answer the door with out permission. "Okay but it's going to be tight in the tub. Just be careful not to get hurt, okay?" He went to the bathroom, filling the tub with water, making sure it wasn't too hot, all while wondering how to do this without getting cramped or hitting Max.

Max followed him into the bathroom and began to undress. He removed everything but his Disney Princess panties, reluctant now to expose that part of himself. He knew he'd have to, but it was embarrassing, more so than normal for some reason now that Jason was here. He exhaled deeply and lowered them, standing completely naked before his brother. He held his hands before his cinny unconsciously. "Jason, don't look... OK?" he said, knowing Jason would know what he meant.

"Okay. I promise not to look." He turns his head away as he undresses himself. "Check the water before you get in Max. Don't want you to get burned." While still looking away, I gather Mac's clothes and set them aside to wash them later.

Max hurried into the water and relaxed at the warmth. Once he was sure that his cunny was hidden from view, he looked over to Jason. "OK, you can come in, bro..." His eyes widened, and he blushed deeply as he looked over, though. He hadn't realized his brother had gotten so big, especially there. It made him embarrassed and a little more self-conscious, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from it.

"Okay Max." He turned to step in and noticed Max was staring. At first, he didn't say anything and just went along with it. "You want to play a bit or just wash up Max?" It was getting weird for Jason as Max kept looking.

Max gulped and finally looked away, realizing that he'd been staring. "Um, we can play if you want... Jason', why is your willy so big? It used to be a lot smaller..." It was still an innocent curiosity as the boy never had one of his own, and his cunny never changed shape. He looked at it again, but only briefly this time.

"Well..." the heat didn't help as Jason started to blush. Jason knew Max wouldn't just let it go, so he thought of a way to explain. "Well, Max as boys get older, it gets bigger so they can have babies with mommies when they are older." Jason wanted to hide after explaining that to Max. "Why don't we play for a little bit then wash up so we can get Pizza okay?" He hopes the change of subject works.

"Oh," Max responded as it was explained. "So because I don't have one... I can never be a Daddy?" The thought made him sad, though he needed the obvious answer. He didn't want to be a mom one day though. He agreed to play a bit to distract himself. He splashed water behind him to his Jason. Then Max leaned back against him, "I love you, Nii-chan." He'd started calling Jason that off and on since they began watching anime together.

"I love you too, Max." Jason soaked as Max played. Glad the conversation was over. He started to slide down as he soaked unaware that Max was getting closer to his cock.

Max jumped out of the water, face red with embarrassment. He turned to face Jason and pouted, "Nii-chan, your... your willy touched my butt..." He wasn't even aware that in his flurry, he was standing fully exposed to the older boy with his cunny at eye-level. The smooth, hairless slit that still retained a bit of baby fat was merely inches from his brother's face. It was enough to make any teen's nose bleed.

Jason jumped up startled hearing what Max said, "SORRY MAX I..." He had just realized what he was looking at. Even though Max was young, she had well-defined parts to her body. Jason felt the blood flowing to his cock as he tried to cover himself up. "Why don't you get back in the tub and wash up. Don't want to make more of a mess to clean up later, right?". With a nervous laugh, he tried to get his erection down, but the warm water and Mac's body wasn't helping him at all.

Max slowly called down, realizing that it was unintentional. "OK, let's wash up..." He began by washing his hair. That meant he could close his eyes and stay seated. When he finished though, he looked back at Jason. "Will you wash my back, Nii-chan?" He scooted back and leaned over, blushing as he felt the erection on the small of his back.

Jason wondered how he got so close without him noticing. He tried to back away, but Max had backed him to the wall. "Okay. Here it goes." As he washed Max's back, his cock rubbed up slightly on Max. It felt good, but it wasn't enough to get him to urinate. Slowly, his hands drifted from Max's back towards his sides. "You doing okay?"

Besides the embarrassment he felt from the member on his back, Max felt relaxed and really good. He even felt tingly as his sides were caressed, which was nice. "Yeah..." he replied but curiously added, "Nii-chan, why is your willy hard? It's rubbing against my back... does it hurt? Is it OK?" If it had been anyone else, Max knew he'd be unable to ask such questions, but with Jason, he knew he'd get an honest answer.

"Well, sometimes when older people get excited, it gets hard. It hurts a little but not that much. I just need to calm down, and it will be fine." He continued to wash Max not despising the far he was going as he was almost to his chest and private area. When he realized how far he was going, he stopped. "Okay. Time for me to wash myself now." He did his best to quickly wash up to get out of the tub.

"Oh, is there anything I can do to help?" Max asked, blushing deeper as Jason crept closer to his cunny. Did he get hard because of me? he asked himself silently. He then realized that Jason probably saw his cunny. Maybe he wants to look at me... Once he was finished washing, Max stood and turned to face Jason. "It's OK if you want to look at it..." he said with a crimson face, "I'm really a girl... it's OK, bro..." He hated to admit that, but he didn't want to be the cause of Jason's pain.

Reluctant to look at first, he tries to play it off. "It's fine Max. Besides, it could be trouble if people think I was looking at you." He continued to wash, hoping Max would cover up but at the same time, curious. He perked at Max as he presented it to him. It was enough to keep him hard longer.


A confident and dominant individual, enjoying the power she holds over others. She has a seductive charm and a commanding presence that demands attention. Her laughter is described as soft and melodic like chiming bells, adding an air of grace to her persona. Although she is in control, Arya also displays moments of vulnerability during intimate encounters. Overall, Arya is a complex character who skillfully balances authority with sensuality.

Arya allowed a faint giggle to pass by her lips, a sound like chiming bells, as Ilene kissed and bit her neck. She slid her hand slowly up her back, over her neck, and finally she was running her fingers through her hair. Then, suddenly, she gripped a handful of Ilene's hair and held it roughly, her hand seemingly turned to stone. She pried the vampire away from her neck and held her head so that they were looking each other eye to eye. "Yes, Serina is very sweet," she agreed. The faint smile never left her lips, but there was a sharp edge to her voice now. "I love her very dearly, you know."

Ilene gasped as she felt herself being tugged in front of the queen. She panted and looked her in the eyes, watching her smile as she tried to gain control. Ilene's hands moved to grab Arya's wrist, holding it close so it wasn't pulling as hard. "Nnnnn, Just like all of u-us m'lady?" she asked blushing at how forceful she was being. One of Ilene's hands went out and reach around Arya's head, grabbing her hair and pulling her into a passionate kiss. Ilene was trying to stay in control, and she wasn't going to let Arya have her way.

Arya yanked Ilene's head back again, breaking the kiss almost immediately. She held her so that their faces would be a few inches apart as she spoke. "I care for all of you, of course. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here," she said. Somehow, despite the cheerfulness in her tone, there was still a heavy threat behind it. "But Serina has been with me for a very long time. She's special to me. And I didn't say you could stop."

Arya touched the hand still holding her wrist and pulled it away, pulling it open one finger at a time. However, it wasn't forceful like the one holding her hair. Instead, it was like her touch merely nudged Ilene in the direction she wanted her to go and her mind followed. It was a weak magic, one that could be broken with little effort on the vampire's part. But Arya hoped, for her sake, that she wouldn't try. Gently, she attempted to guide Ilene's hand back between her legs.

Ilene looked into Arya's eyes, feeling her soft guiding touch slowly moving her hand to her groin. Ilene submitted for now, her fingers soon brushing up against her queen's folds, gently spreading them and probing her entrance while her thumb teased her folds. Ilene leaned forward as far as she could with Arya holding her. Her free hand moved from gripping her head tightly to groping her, kneading her breast softly as her fingers slowly began to slip into her.

Arya moaned softly as Ilene began to tease her. As the other girl started to fall in line, she eased her grip just enough to let Ilene return to her neck, but kept her hand in place. She didn't want her to get carried away, after all. With her free hand, she stroked Ilene's back slowly, encouraging her to continue. "Good girl," she whispered.

Ilene leaned forward and sucked on Arya's breast as her other hand groped her. She panted softly as her tongue rolled around her nipple, and the more she sucked the rougher she got. Soon she was gripping Arya's other breasts tightly, tugging on her nipple and being more forceful while her fingers slipped deeper inside her queen, moving around and spreading themselves out.

As Ilene got rougher, Arya grew more aroused and the scent of her sex filled the air. She began to moan, making high, whimpering sounds. "Yes. Just like that," she cried out, her hips rising toward Ilene's hand. Her free hand moved down her back until it found her ass, squeezing it hard and pulling her body closer to her. "Pleasure your queen, my pet."

Ilene moaned and pressed close, her breasts squeezing between her and her queen. Her fingers pushed into Arya faster than ever before, exploring her folds with great interest, and soon the young vampire smiled, looking into Arya's eyes. Her free hand moved to grab Arya's and move it between her legs, placing her fingers right over her entrance. "Mmmm My queen don't you want to please your companion?" she asked lustfully as she pumped her fingers inside her queen faster.

Arya cupped her hand over Ilene's sex, but made no further move to pleasure her. And as close as it was to the vampire's folds, it might as well have been a chastity belt for how unmoving it was. "Oh, I would," she answered, each syllable it's own moan. "But you must first earn the privilege." Before Ilene had a chance to say anything else, the queen kissed her hard on the lips, muffling her own moans at the same time. She began to grow tighter around Ilene's fingers as her climax built up inside of her. Moments later, she felt her orgasm sweeping over her as her entire body tensed under her lover's hands.

Ilene felt her walls tightening and quickly moved to her knees in front of her queen. She slipped her fingers out of her and soon grabbed her ass pulling her close as she pressed her lips to Arya's folds. She spread them with her tongue and began to move that around inside her, wanting to taste her queen. She moaned softly, and continued at a fast pace hoping to drive her over the edge. She broke away for only a moment to look up at her queen. "Mmmmm cum for me m'lady" she said before quickly getting back into it, all the while her sultry gaze looked up at her mistress.

Arya's voice was slowly growing higher and was barely more than a whimper as she came. She arched her back, raising her hips off of the bed and running her fingers through Ilene's hair. Her orgasm felt absolutely heavenly. She pulled away from Ilene then, stopping any further pleasure. The way she felt then, even the breeze against her skin made her shudder. "Well done, my pet. That's enough," she said breathlessly.

Ilene panted and broke away, her mouth full of her queen's juices. She swallowed them down and soon moved to her knees in front of her queen her arms wrapping around her and holding her close. She planted soft kisses along her body. "Mmmmm c'mon m'lady" she said with a smile as her hands ran up the back f her legs and ass, to the small of her back as she rose. "I'm not done with you yet." she said trying to get back into control once again.

Arya gasped at each touch, squirming under Ilene's hands and lips. Every moment of contact sent shockwaves through her body and it took her several seconds to compose herself. She knew that she had to do something, or Ilene really would end up in control. Moving quickly, she put her hands on Ilene's shoulders and pushed her down, quickly following behind her. They were both on the floor now, with Arya straddling the vampire. She grabbed her wrists and quickly pinned her arms above her head. She held her there for a while, her breasts heaving with every breath she took. "When I say it's enough, it's enough," she said finally. "Obviously you need another lesson in obedience."

Ilene gasped and laid still underneath Arya, hoping to get another lesson. "No Lesson m'lady... I only wish to please you is all." she said to her as she squirmed a little, wishing she could stay in control. "Is that not why you captured me m'lady?" she asked teasingly as her eyes looked over her mistress's breasts as her chest moved with each breath.

Arya smiled down at her pet, her laugh ringing softly through the room. SHe had finally managed to collect herself enough to achieve some air of grace, although her skin still glistened with sweat. "You are so terribly transparent, lover. If you wish to lie to me, at least do it convincingly," she said. "But don't worry. You will learn. Tomorrow, you and I will go together to visit Myra."


A submissive yet determined character, constantly attempting to regain control during intimate moments. She possesses an alluring and seductive nature, as well as a strong desire to please her queen. Despite her submissive tendencies, she is not afraid to challenge authority when the opportunity arises. Ilene's personality is marked by passion and persistence in pursuing her desires, making her an intriguing counterpart to Arya.

Ilene gasped and laid still underneath Arya, hoping to get another lesson. "No Lesson m'lady... I only wish to please you is all." she said to her as she squirmed a little, wishing she could stay in control. "Is that not why you captured me m'lady?" she asked teasingly as her eyes looked over her mistress's breasts as her chest moved with each breath.


A middle-aged man in his late 40s. He is physically fit, suggesting that he takes care of himself and values physical health. He seems to be a rather passive individual who often finds himself caught up in situations without actively engaging in them. Despite being uncomfortable with the inappropriate behavior of his daughter, Bruce does little to prevent it from happening again. This suggests that he might lack assertiveness or the willpower to establish boundaries effectively.

Bruce remembered this movie at the very last second, there was a particularly graphic sex scene in mere moments. He wasn't fond of sex scenes actually, but they always got the better of him. Then out of nowhere, Lexi walked across his vision, tossed her skirt up, and sat her butt right on Bruce's lap. "Lexi! Since when did we get this close?"

At first his brain felt bare ass and began to redirect blood flow, but he halted this as he nearly spoke aloud, "She's my daughter!"

Then as the scene began, Lexi began to mimic her movements, easily overpowering a desexed brain and Bruce was becoming fully erect in moments. "Lexi! What on earth? What are you-!" He grabbed at her hips, but just then He saw the woman in the movie begin to grind really hard, then mete seconds later, Lexi was practically twerking her goth ass right on his bulging erection. "Lexi! What the hell are you on about?"

Lexi started grinding against his lap at the same speed the lady in the movie was. She giggled at the things he had to say but she didn't stop. She actually felt womanhood starting to get a bit moist so she decided to stop. As she carefully climbed off she gave him a good view of her full ass. She turned around and leaned in giving her a very sloppy and passionate kiss. Then she slowly pulled away from him "That was fun daddy, we should do that more often".

Lexi left the living room and walked back into her room to take care of the situation in her panties. She pulled out a pink vibrator and a cute shiny but plug and then she got to work.

Bruce was absolutely dumbfounded by the behavior of twenty year old daughter, and it only got worse as she stood up, flashed her big moon in his face, then turned around to plop in his lap. "Lexi what do you think you're doi-" Bruce was silenced as she pushed herself against him, pushing her hot little tongue in his mouth, completely shutting him down and turning him on at the same moment. When she dismounted and walked out, Bruce peeked down to see a big wet patch where her crotch was, and a huge erection where her butt had been.

Trying his best to put everything out of his head, He turned in early for the evening, dressing in his white t-shirt and lounge pants while the night sky grew into a thunderstorm. Bruce knew thunderstorms had always been a problem for Lexi, but he knew she had been getting better as of recently with coping. While he brushed his teeth, He began to replay the whole living room scene, wondering just what had come over her and grew concerned that the next time they'd talk it'd be a train wreck. He doubted he could just yell at her.

Later that night just as she was starting to fall asleep she heard the loud cracks of thunder. She tried her best to just cover her ears and ignore it but she couldn't. She was absolutely terrified of thunder so she decided to go to her safe place She was wearing a oversized t-shirt and some cute lacy panties. She made her way over to his room and shut the door behind her.

Lexi walked over to his bed and softly nudged him "Daddy, I'm staying with you tonight I can't stand the thunder". The room was pretty dim but he would still be able to see what was about to happen. She carefully slipped her shirt off revealing her plump breasts. Then she climbed under the sheets with him and nuzzled into him. She grabbed onto his hands and wrapped them around her lower waist. Then she started to very slowly grind against his lap.

Just as he began to doze off, the warmth of the comforter mixed with the rain outside the window, making it very easy to fall asleep. Suddenly, he heard the door open and shut, only to be replaced by Lexi, who nudged him awake and told him she was going to be sleeping in his bed.

"Alright baby girl... just don't get extra on me." He told her, merely referencing the issue earlier. Yet instead of heeding his warning, She peeled her sweater off, exposed to huge tits, then crawled into bed, planting her big butt on his lap. "Lexi... stop moving your hips. I need to sleep." He murmured to her, giving into the hands around the waist, just so she'd maybe fall asleep faster.

Lexi giggled playfully when he mentioned that she couldn't get extra on him. That was one of the main reasons she was here so him saying that was pointless. She started to grind her plump juicy ass against his lap but he started to complain. She knew her old man was probably exhausted and just wanted some sleep so she had to stop.

Lexi carefully grabbed onto his leg and pulled it over her nuzzling his bulge in-between her cheeks. Now that she was nice and comfy she started drifting off into a deep sleep.

Bruce was already half asleep, so as he felt the perfect cloud of an ass press against his bone, He had only so much fight in him before he just gave in and fell asleep, even if she had his leg straddling her hip and his bone in her cheeks.

Inside the deep sleep, Bruce had the most sexually induced dreams for the past five years, just a straight montage of sex and sexual positions. He half expected them to be of his wife, but upon further inspection, they were all Lexi, dressed up in gothic erotica clothing, being his sexual muse.

So easily, by morning, Bruce and his ten inch shaft, were very 'ready to go' even before sunrise, and before Bruce opened his eyes.

Even though Lexi had only asked to stay with him as a joke and she just wanted to tease she was actually pretty comfy. Before she knew it she was sound asleep with her daddy's arms around her waist and his leg over hers. She slept peacefully like this she just felt safe in his arms. By the time morning came she felt something huge pressed up against her ass. She softly bit her bottom lip when she realized what it was. She carefully reached back and started touching it just to confirm.

She couldn't help but to rub it a little as she waited for him to wake up. She slowly pulled her hand away and giggled waiting to see what would happen next. She could only imagine how embarrassed he was going to be when he finally wakes up.

Unbeknownst to both Bruce and Lexi, Bruce's dreams were a lot more stubborn then one could imagine. His mind began to take over his body and within a few moments, Bruce had taken hold of Lexi by the breasts, and was grinding his hard cock all up in her butt cheeks.

It wasn't just a playful grind, it was straight up hot dogging her cheeks through his lounge pants. To Lexi's credit, Bruce had a fondness for nixing boxers in his spare time, so that evening he had forgone them but just kept the lounge pants, so now, all he had to save him was a thin fabric to act as his go between while he masturbated with her butt.

Lexi was actually pretty comfortable in his arms so she didn't plan on leaving. Even though his massive cock was buried in her ass she didn't really seem to mind. She just laid there with her eyes closed taking in this lovely moment. It was pretty hot actually and she could feel herself starting to get wet.

Just as she felt herself starting to drift back to sleep she was started by his sudden movements. First his hands moved up to cup her perky breasts. That wasn't really that bad but then he started dry humping her nice and hard. It felt amazing on her end so she just shut her mouth and took. It his massive member rubbing perfectly between her cheeks. She knew her daddy was having a good dream since he would never do such a thing while awake.

Bruce gave a soft moan into her ear, nestling to her neck as he really got into it, humping her butt over and over. If he was inside her She would definitely be feeling the full force of Bruce and his great white cock. His hands however did squeeze her tits something gentle, almost caressing them under his palms while he hugged her tight.

It didn't take him too long before he sped up, stopped, then began to shake and jolt back and forth. He came, hard. Bruce ejaculated into his boxers, filling the front with the sticky white, glazing her cheeks gently with whatever happened to stain through.


A 20 years old woman with a gothic style, denoting her alternative or rebellious streak. She has a voluptuous figure, including plump breasts and a large buttocks. Personality-wise, she is playful and teasing, often taking the initiative in her interactions with Bruce. Her boldness and lack of inhibition suggest confidence and perhaps a certain level of manipulation. Despite this, she also shows vulnerability during the thunderstorm, indicating underlying fears or insecurities.

Lexi was actually pretty comfortable in his arms so she didn't plan on leaving. Even though his massive cock was buried in her ass she didn't really seem to mind. She just laid there with her eyes closed taking in this lovely moment. It was pretty hot actually and she could feel herself starting to get wet.

Just as she felt herself starting to drift back to sleep she was started by his sudden movements. First his hands moved up to cup her perky breasts. That wasn't really that bad but then he started dry humping her nice and hard. It felt amazing on her end so she just shut her mouth and took. It his massive member rubbing perfectly between her cheeks. She knew her daddy was having a good dream since he would never do such a thing while awake.


An incredibly handsome demon with an almost disturbing perfection to his features. He possesses two large black wings and horns on his forehead, adding to his demonic allure. His appearance exudes authority and power, reflected in his clothing fit for royalty. Personality-wise, Keleon is cruel yet protective of the village he oversees. He exhibits a sense of humor, often at the expense of others' fears or misconceptions about him. Despite being feared by many, he shows a surprising level of understanding and patience towards Celeste. He also is curious about the villagers' theories regarding him and seems to enjoy their fear and respect equally.

Keleon, a creature that gave the people in the city both a sense of safety, and one of unease, at the same time. He was their most important means of defense, as any time they would be attacked he was on the front-lines, every time a criminal arose from their ranks that did anything worse than petty thievery, they would either be found killed, or, at times, simply gone, which was more likely to happen the longer after the previous offering had occurred. There were even those who said that the towns' prosperity, and the fact that diseases were rare was due to him, although there was much debate about that.

But on the other side, he required a sacrifice every 150 years, and, when he did show up, mainly if there was a battle to be had, he fought with such cruelty, his actions often enough to make both allies and foes alike cower on the battlefield, that people couldn't help but be afraid of him. He did not mind. He rather liked the fact they feared him as much as they did. Although he at times wondered if they would ever rebel, but, considering he did more good than bad, he would guess not. Although the mortal races, even long-lived ones, weren't always the most reasonable people around.

But for today, it did not matter if they would ever start a rebellion. No, today was a better day, as this was the day where the new sacrifice would come. Which, for him, at least, was quite the happening. And more positive than it was for the elves, at least. He sensed when she was placed on the stone slab, and made his way there, although he didn't reveal his presence yet. No, instead, he watched her, wondering what her reaction was to the current situation. Some would cry, others would remain stoic. There had even been one or two who seemed to want to be taken by him.

Once the sun began setting, he finally revealed himself. Dressed in clothing fit for royalty, and with hair and eyes that seemed to glow in the diminishing lights. "It appears they chose a fine specimen for the sacrifice this year." he said, walking over to the stone slab. He looked graceful, and his looks were flawless, which made them slightly disturbing. Two large, black wings were folded behind him, while two horns adorned his forehead. From what she had heard in the stories, he also had a tail, although it was out of view at the moment.

It felt like an eternity that Celeste had to sit there. She wanted it to end so badly, but at the same time she needed it be over quicker. It made her stomach twist and turn, to which made her lightly place a hand over her stomach in her wait. While she had waited she wondered if her mom and grandmother had made it back yet, and if they felt bad yet for what they had done. It made no sense to her why she had to be a virgin for this, someone pure. To her, she suspected they knew she would be the sacrifice her entire life because not once was she even allowed to be close to a boy, she had never even been kissed.

She waited and once he finally came her heart started to beat in fear. He was as handsome as worldly possible and this made her upcoming death even worse for her in some ways. She hoped it would be over quickly. She watched as he walked to the slab, looking so graceful, not a care in the world. She thought his wings were beautiful, even though she could only see part of them. She was so frightened that her body had started to shake from fear as her eyes continued to scan over him.

Keleon made his way over to her side, looming over her. A smile spread over his face as she was shivering. He knew she expected to be killed, and with the last few sacrifices he had done something which he found rather funny, which hadn't grown old yet. He made a dagger, the blade as black as his soul, and long enough to pierce through her and come out on the other side. Then, with slow movements, as if he was in awe of the moment, he pushed her down on the stone slab, and raised the dagger, before bringing it down. She would feel it pierce through her, hitting her heart. Soon, her heart would stop, and she'd be unconscious, before dying.

Except, that didn't happen. The feeling of the knife disappeared, and the demon chuckled. "With all the times IT wonder why all of you think I kill the sacrifices, this makes it worth it. Seriously, the look on your face was probably the best moment in the past decade or so." He said, twirling the knife in his hand. "Just an elaborate illusion. Took about a year or two until I was satisfied with the feeling of it."

Celeste could only blink up at him. She had almost just experienced death and she thought she was shock. Of course she had screamed, but when the feeling of dread dissipated because the dagger disappeared. Her hands were clutching the sides of the stone slab, because she didn't want to move. She didn't want to know what was going to happen if she wasn't going to die tonight. Looking up at the sky, she tried to focus on the emerging stars that were twinkling instead of the devilishly handsome demon who was standing next to her. It made her nervous, and since she was already scared it didn't help. She knew he was trying to possibly lighten up the mood, but with him twirling the knife around it still made her uneasy.

She didn't want to move, she was still afraid. She knew what this man was capable of, and she wanted to see none of it. Eventually she managed out a sentence while her wings behind her shook with the need to wrap around and protect her. "W-why aren't I dead?"

Keleon hadn't been trying to lighten the mood. No, he head just been stating something, mostly for his own sake, not for hers, although he did suppose it was a good idea to let her know that she was alive, not dead and in some kind of weird afterlife.

At her question he smiled. "That's a pretty simple question to answer, Celeste," he said, showing her he kept closer tabs on the village than it might seem, if he knew her name. "It's because you were brought here to me as entertainment, not as someone to be killed. If IT were to kill every time I got bored, there wouldn't be much of a village left. By the way, if I might ask that: what is currently the main theory of why I do what I do? Last time around it was because they thought I ate my sacrifices to live, the time before that IF ripped their souls out and turned them into demons, to turn them into an army."

Celeste decided to sit up slowly, still not looking at him, and slightly disturbed that he already knew her name, also extremely disturbed that he had said the word 'entertainment'. To her that word carried a lot of different meanings, none of which to her were a good thing.

"Uhm, that you needed a girl's blood to sustain the male army from the previous theory. That they were hungry for it, day in and day out." She told him. She looked past him to the forest at the spot he had appeared from, she wondered where he lived, which from his clothes was probably somewhere extremely fancy, and hidden quite well. Her wings slowly fell behind her, completely relaxed. She was slightly overjoyed that she wasn't going to be killed, but she also silently wondered if what he had planned for her was worse than death. She quickly put her hands in her lap, she stared down at them, and when she got bored with that she stared at the stitch-work on her dress, determined not to look at him, so he wouldn't see the fear in her eyes and mock her for it.

The fairy was right not to show the fear in her eyes, as he would most certainly mock her for it. To him, faeries often acted like children, at least when in a group, making presumptions based on nothing. But although he enjoyed mocking those who currently held his interest for it, he actually thought it quite fun to hear what they were doing at the current time, as even he didn't know everything. He chuckled once again at her current words.

"Well, you won't have to worry about that. The largest gathering of demons that there have ever been at my home was thirteen, and only three of those had an appetite for blood. I would hardly call that an army. They aren't always around, either." Keleon said. "But come on, stand up, and I'll show you to your new home. How heavy is that dress? Can you fly in it for a prolonged period of time?" He was kind of hoping for a no, since that'd mean he could get her to fly naked, most likely. Which was always a nice sight.

Celeste cringed at the thought of demons drinking any blood. She hoped that as his entertainment she would never have to give any body else her blood. It would be bad enough if she would have to give it to this man willingly, if she could manage. When he asked her these questions, she didn't want to tell him what she knew would be inevitable. She slowly stood up and with her head still down she blushed viciously and bit her lip before answering him. "Uhm, It isn't bad, not uncomfortable, but I-I can't f-fly." She didn't want to tell him that, god she could practically feel him laughing at her, but since she was so sheltered, and kept inside, she was never given the chance to try. Most likely done so she wouldn't be able to fly away from him tonight.

To her surprise, no laughter would come from the demon. Instead, a hint of a frown went over his face. "Why not? It's a completely unnatural thing. They could just as well have clipped your wings, while they were at it." He said. "A faerie that can't fly is like a crocodile that can't swim. It just shouldn't be. But don't worry. You'll have 150 years with me. Should be more than enough time to teach you how to fly, wouldn't you think?" His words sounded like he actually meant to teach her how to fly. Although his way might not be a way she liked it, since demons and faeries were raised rather differently.

"But if you can't fly, that will just mean I'll have to carry you." He said, which was all the warning she got before he put his hands under her, picked her up, and with a mighty clap of his wings set to the skies. He went high enough to make sure the people in the village could see him, before he started making his way to his home, further and further away from that of Celeste.

Celeste was very enthralled with his words. It wasn't her fault that she couldn't fly, she had wanted to so badly, all of these years, but yet had never been able to. She thought on it and thought on it until she heard him said he was going to have to carry her. The thought of being up so high made her stomach hurt, and when he picked her up she yelped lightly and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing her to him. Her wings down and tucked into her body so they wouldn't get in his way.

With her head almost in the crook of his neck she could smell him for the first time and he smelt so good. It wasn't an earthly scent as she was used to, but it was still pleasing. She also noticed the way his muscles rippled, even underneath his royal clothing. It made her blush and she was happy he was focused on flying, so that way hopefully he wouldn't notice the red creeping on her face.

However, the demons had flown so many times that, after getting to a certain height, he basically set himself on autopilot, needing very little concentration to keep in flight. So instead of looking at the scenery, which he had seen often before, he looked at the woman in his arms. He smiled as he saw the way she kept herself close to him, as if she'd like to melt into his body. He let her, not wanting to ruin the moment, although his hands moved slightly to get a more comfortable grip on her,

It was about half an hour until the demon got to his home, which was set near a rather tall mountain, he took her down to the entrance, a cave which would be impossible to even find for those without flight, and even then there were many jagged rocks around you should watch out for, since they could easily cut open the thin wings of a fairy. "You can look again, the ground isn't that far below us anymore." He said, although he didn't let go of her yet, quite liking the feel of her body against his. If she opened her eyes, she'd find herself in what seemed like a living room, with a few chairs, a large couch, and a table.


A young, innocent girl with wings, hinting at her faerie lineage. She's beautiful enough to wear a copper dress and fairy glitter on her temples for the ritual. Her personality is shy and fearful, especially towards unfamiliar situations or threats. Despite her fear, she shows curiosity about her surroundings and situation. She also has a sense of resentment towards her family for choosing her as the sacrifice. Moreover, Celeste appears to be sheltered and inexperienced in many aspects of life; she has never been close to boys or learned how to fly despite having wings.

However, the demons had flown so many times that, after getting to a certain height, he basically set himself on autopilot, needing very little concentration to keep in flight. So instead of looking at the scenery, which he had seen often before, he looked at the woman in his arms. He smiled as he saw the way she kept herself close to him, as if she'd like to melt into his body. He let her, not wanting to ruin the moment, although his hands moved slightly to get a more comfortable grip on her,

It was about half an hour until the demon got to his home, which was set near a rather tall mountain, he took her down to the entrance, a cave which would be impossible to even find for those without flight, and even then there were many jagged rocks around you should watch out for, since they could easily cut open the thin wings of a fairy. "You can look again, the ground isn't that far below us anymore." He said, although he didn't let go of her yet, quite liking the feel of her body against his. If she opened her eyes, she'd find herself in what seemed like a living room, with a few chairs, a large couch, and a table.

Celeste could feel it when they got higher and her body felt it too. She sighed in contentment because she could feel his strong hands holding her close to him, and she liked the way she felt safe there. In the thirty minutes it took to get to his house she thought on a lot of things. How she was still pissed at her family, she thought through many different possibilities of what would happen to her with this demon, and most of all, how close, and hot he was. It seemed like every time she moved just a little she could feel him so much more. She could feel it when they started to lower, closer to the ground, and with a strange fear of falling down, made her clutch to him tighter.

It took a couple of minutes but once he said she could open her eyes, she did and she gasped at the beauty of the home. She was used to the run down cottages of her village, but here, everything was polished and pristine. She saw a marble staircase, that led probably to the upstairs with the bedrooms. She turned to look at him, slowly. She wanted to get down and explore, but another part of her didn't want to because it didn't want to find out what happened after his small moment was over.