A mage of considerable power and wealth, who comes across as knowledgeable and somewhat aloof. He's patient and methodical, especially when explaining complex concepts related to magic. Although he can be unintentionally insensitive at times, he shows a capacity for kindness and a willingness to apologize when necessary. He has an approachable physical demeanor despite his powerful magical abilities.

Thomas sat down with her, relaxing. "Thank you." he said to the woman in the kitchen. Another construct, of course. He had so many.

Lydia was entirely oblivious to the fact that the woman wasn't human nor was she aware that the imbued fruit was mixed in with the bunch she had peeled. She picked up another piece of apple peel and snacked on it. She was leaning over the work table chatting with the cook like they were best friends. Had she known it was a construct she probably would have found it odd that the cook had a personality to speak of. She even had memories of a sort, at least of her life in the manor. "Thomas?" Lydia asked still watching the work around the kitchen. "Why do you have such a big house?" It was asked in a sort of offhand way as if the answer really didn't matter to her, she was curious though. "I mean the place we came from was kind of... well a dive but this place is incredible."

"It's the usual way of things for mages to earn much money." he said, "And so I spent it on creating this place. The basement is removed from my home so I can experiment there with little harm to this estate." he explained.

The fact he needed a lab in a realm outside his own to ensure no damage was done was a testament to the power he was probably capable of. "Your life seems kind of lonely." Lydia said idly. "Oh... gosh I'm sorry... that sounded much ruder then I intended." Lydia said with a grimace. A peculiar feeling was washing over her, it made her feel relaxed, warm and vaguely pleasurable. "Did you find that food?" She asked suddenly her eyes widening in alarm.

"It must have been this apple." he said, in error. "Why do you ask? You seem to be enjoying it, after all." he said with a chuckle. Mana was one of the few things homeopathy actually worked on—spread out through the whole cobbler, it'd affect her more and more intensely the more she ate.

Lydia dropped the apple peel she'd been eating and pushed the pile away. She gave the steaming cobbler and apprehensive glance as the cook set it out too cool. "I think I will pass on dessert." She stated with as much dignity as she could muster, annoyed at his pleased expression.

"Is it not to your liking?" Thomas asked gently. "No matter. I apologize for soiling the meal in any case, either directly or not. We need to teach you properly anyway."

She had a powerful urge to stick her tongue out at him. "The food is fine." She muttered. "And the effects weren't so bad..." Lydia said in a quiet voice a blush creeping up her neck. "You don't need to apologize it's my fault for not listening in the first place." She yawned loudly, covering her mouth with both hands. "Could lessons wait until tomorrow I'm exhausted." She asked now that she had gotten cleaned up and fed and her head stuffed with more knowledge about this new world then she ever dreamed of knowing she realized she was both physically and mentally wiped.

Thomas nodded. "Go right ahead to bed. Remember my advice." he said as he rose, heading to bed—"Oh, and to summon a construct, simply speak its monicker."

"I will remember." Lydia said with a smile. "Goodnight!" She watched him leave the room and rose to her feet. As she left the kitchen she wondered if she would be able to find her room. After almost 20 minutes of wandering the halls she found the entry hall with the portal door. Pleased with herself that she made it here she followed his original instructions to her room. Which it turned out was right down from the bath. She pushed open the door and her breath caught. The room was massive and it took her a moment to realize that this was an outer room. There were shelves of books, plush chairs and beautiful dark wood furniture. Thick carpets were thrown over the marble floors and serene paintings decorated the walls.

A large fire was already crackling in the marble fireplace. In the actual bedroom a massive pillared bed took up the bulk of the space. Large red and gold fabric was draped around the pillars and matched the bedding and curtains. A large wardrobe that matched the bed was situated in one corner and two matching stands on either side of the bed held lamps that were glowing warmly. Much to her delight the wardrobe was filled with clothing she would need. Pulling out what she assumed was a nightgown she stripped down and pulled it over her head. It had thin straps and was so white it was almost sheer but it felt lovely. As she approached the bed she remembered what Thomas had said and found herself blushing again. Flipping down the covers she ran a hand over the sheets, they did feel nice but she didn't think she could sleep nude. Shaking her head she slid into the bed and within minutes was sound asleep.

Morning came with a butler waking her gently. "Good morning, my lady. I am to lead you to Thomas for instruction as soon as you are prepared."

Lydia sat up and rubbed her eyes giving him a sleepy smile. "Okay." She said with a yawn, her hair sticking up all over the place. After he left the room she rolled of the bed and stretched, cat-like. She picked out clothing from the wardrobe and changed, a similar blouse and a knee length skirt went on underneath her robe today. Finding a pair of plain black heels in the wardrobe she threw them on and quickly straightened her hair. As she expected the butler was standing in the sitting room waiting impassively for her. "I'm ready." She chirped.

She was led to another room, a large study. "Stand in the circle." Thomas said. "We must begin by infusing you with Mana. It will feel similar to yesterday's touch, only more intense." he said. A large runed circle sat in the floor.

Lydia moved to stand where he indicated inside the circle and swallowed hard. "More... intense?" She said glad that her voice didn't waver. Yesterday had been embarrassing enough and that was just a trickle if she understood correctly.

"Remain still..." Thomas said, and he started slow—Mana flowing into her from her feet up. It was gentle, but without pause or stopping—and it seemed to grow.

Lydia closed her eyes and tried not to fight against it though it was an uphill battle. The stronger it got the more she wanted to fight it her body instinctively tensing up. Her fists were gripping her fluttering robes as she concentrated on breathing.

"Let it in. Let the reaction take you." he said softly, the power increasing. "You'll only get hurt if you don't!"

It took every once of willpower Lydia had left to do as he said. As she forced her muscles to relax fire flooded her body, searing through her closer to pain than it was to pleasure. With a cry her eyes snapped open, they were practically glowing from the flood of mana. Bolts of energy crackled over her skin and robes and her hair snapped wildly in a wind that wasn't there. Thomas' blue mana slowly changed to emerald as it flowed through her and became hers. After the initial flood of energy she began to feel as if she were floating and it became much easier to accept. Closing her eyes again she let it wash over her in waves a small smile crossing her lips.

"There." Thomas said, snapping his fingers. "Now then. This is important, don't touch anything." he said. "Your clothing will degrade if touched with Mana, unravel. So now that it's yours, we need to ground it..." he held out a pitcher of water. "Touch the water."

Lydia carefully did as he said swirling her finger in the water gently. She felt odd, like having too much coffee. A soft hum through her body that made her want to bounce on the spot.

And the water turned a bright emerald green. Thomas smiled. "Excellent. You can filter mana and turn it into prana." he said with a nod. "With this I can make your wand."

Lydia grinned at him. "That's exciting, the one I watched you make was very pretty." Lydia wandered feeling a powerful need to move about. "I feel like I have a sugar high." She joked pacing around the room. "It was certainly a... unique experience..." She tapped a finger against her lips thoughtfully.

"Yes, Mana filtering does that. It's different for everyone." he said with a smile. "There may be some strange aftereffects, however, the most common being a lack of care for clothing, followed by total loss of inhibition. I bottled one of those somewhere, but it wasn't the same..."

"So its basically like being drunk." Lydia stated in a rather disapproving tone. "Doesn't that seem a bit... odd?" She questioned. The last thing she wanted was to go strutting around the manor naked without a care in the world. Even thinking about it made her face burn. "And what do you mean you bottled it..." Her mind wandered back to two nights previous. After he had compelled her he had handed her a bottle with out an explanation. She could vaguely recall being much more forward then usual. "Is THAT what you gave me the other night after you mind controlled me!" She asked staring at him. "And here I thought you were rather frigid and didn't have an interest in the opposite sex." She teased, though she still disapproved of what he had done that night there was no point fighting about it now.

"Is that what I gave you?!" Thomas asked. "I thought it was just a meal, I didn't... Oh, right. The labels." he sighed. "Damnable imps." he muttered. "In any case, I've apologized for it. Let me make you a gift..." he pulled the wand from its case, the one he had worked on before.

Lydia laughed at him gently when he cursed his minions. He seemed to be more then a little scatter brained at times. When he pulled out the beautifully carved wand from its case she gave out a squeal of delight. "Really!" She cried bouncing excitedly. "Really REALLY?!" Before she could stop herself she tackled him in a fierce hug nuzzling against his chest. After a moment she looked up and blushed a pretty red color. "Oh... sorry..." She murmured stepping away though unable to hide her gleeful smile at having received the wand.

Slowly, Thomas dipped it in the deep green fluid. When he pulled it out, it was a deeper brown, except for the runes, which were like small green gems. He smiled, looking it over. "Disruption." he said. "That is your Word."

Lydia watched him closely a look of concentration on her face. "My word?" She asked. "That sounds a bit negative..." She wondered aloud. Despite her concern Thomas was smiling while examining the tool.

"Disruption has many faces." Thomas said. "My Word is Time. You bring changes—large and small, you disrupt everything around you. Ill or good, chaos walks beside you. When you wake up, you shake hands with Loki, and when you sleep, you high-five Raven." he said with a smile, "Who knows how great or small the changes you will bring?"

"No pressure right." Lydia joked with a nervous smile. Changing the subject she leaned against the edge of a table. "So I have mana, I have a wand both of which by the way seem like more then beginner things." She said with a small smile to show she was teasing. "What happens next?"

"Next is the hard part." Thomas said, "Learning how to properly move mana and manipulate it into miraculous effect can take years."


A curious and lively individual, displaying an eagerness to learn and adapt to new environments. She's characterized by her casual demeanor and good-natured humor, often making light of situations. Despite being thrust into unfamiliar circumstances, she remains resilient and open-minded. She has a youthful attractiveness, with references to her blushing cheeks hinting at a fair complexion. Her hair is long enough for it to stick up when disheveled from sleep. The clothing provided for her fits well, implying she has an average build.

Thomas sat down with her, relaxing. "Thank you." he said to the woman in the kitchen. Another construct, of course. He had so many.

Lydia was entirely oblivious to the fact that the woman wasn't human nor was she aware that the imbued fruit was mixed in with the bunch she had peeled. She picked up another piece of apple peel and snacked on it. She was leaning over the work table chatting with the cook like they were best friends. Had she known it was a construct she probably would have found it odd that the cook had a personality to speak of. She even had memories of a sort, at least of her life in the manor. "Thomas?" Lydia asked still watching the work around the kitchen. "Why do you have such a big house?" It was asked in a sort of offhand way as if the answer really didn't matter to her, she was curious though. "I mean the place we came from was kind of... well a dive but this place is incredible."

"It's the usual way of things for mages to earn much money." he said, "And so I spent it on creating this place. The basement is removed from my home so I can experiment there with little harm to this estate." he explained.

The fact he needed a lab in a realm outside his own to ensure no damage was done was a testament to the power he was probably capable of. "Your life seems kind of lonely." Lydia said idly. "Oh... gosh I'm sorry... that sounded much ruder then I intended." Lydia said with a grimace. A peculiar feeling was washing over her, it made her feel relaxed, warm and vaguely pleasurable. "Did you find that food?" She asked suddenly her eyes widening in alarm.

"It must have been this apple." he said, in error. "Why do you ask? You seem to be enjoying it, after all." he said with a chuckle. Mana was one of the few things homeopathy actually worked on—spread out through the whole cobbler, it'd affect her more and more intensely the more she ate.

Lydia dropped the apple peel she'd been eating and pushed the pile away. She gave the steaming cobbler and apprehensive glance as the cook set it out too cool. "I think I will pass on dessert." She stated with as much dignity as she could muster, annoyed at his pleased expression.

"Is it not to your liking?" Thomas asked gently. "No matter. I apologize for soiling the meal in any case, either directly or not. We need to teach you properly anyway."

She had a powerful urge to stick her tongue out at him. "The food is fine." She muttered. "And the effects weren't so bad..." Lydia said in a quiet voice a blush creeping up her neck. "You don't need to apologize it's my fault for not listening in the first place." She yawned loudly, covering her mouth with both hands. "Could lessons wait until tomorrow I'm exhausted." She asked now that she had gotten cleaned up and fed and her head stuffed with more knowledge about this new world then she ever dreamed of knowing she realized she was both physically and mentally wiped.

Thomas nodded. "Go right ahead to bed. Remember my advice." he said as he rose, heading to bed—"Oh, and to summon a construct, simply speak its monicker."

"I will remember." Lydia said with a smile. "Goodnight!" She watched him leave the room and rose to her feet. As she left the kitchen she wondered if she would be able to find her room. After almost 20 minutes of wandering the halls she found the entry hall with the portal door. Pleased with herself that she made it here she followed his original instructions to her room. Which it turned out was right down from the bath. She pushed open the door and her breath caught. The room was massive and it took her a moment to realize that this was an outer room. There were shelves of books, plush chairs and beautiful dark wood furniture. Thick carpets were thrown over the marble floors and serene paintings decorated the walls.

A large fire was already crackling in the marble fireplace. In the actual bedroom a massive pillared bed took up the bulk of the space. Large red and gold fabric was draped around the pillars and matched the bedding and curtains. A large wardrobe that matched the bed was situated in one corner and two matching stands on either side of the bed held lamps that were glowing warmly. Much to her delight the wardrobe was filled with clothing she would need. Pulling out what she assumed was a nightgown she stripped down and pulled it over her head. It had thin straps and was so white it was almost sheer but it felt lovely. As she approached the bed she remembered what Thomas had said and found herself blushing again. Flipping down the covers she ran a hand over the sheets, they did feel nice but she didn't think she could sleep nude. Shaking her head she slid into the bed and within minutes was sound asleep.

Morning came with a butler waking her gently. "Good morning, my lady. I am to lead you to Thomas for instruction as soon as you are prepared."

Lydia sat up and rubbed her eyes giving him a sleepy smile. "Okay." She said with a yawn, her hair sticking up all over the place. After he left the room she rolled of the bed and stretched, cat-like. She picked out clothing from the wardrobe and changed, a similar blouse and a knee length skirt went on underneath her robe today. Finding a pair of plain black heels in the wardrobe she threw them on and quickly straightened her hair. As she expected the butler was standing in the sitting room waiting impassively for her. "I'm ready." She chirped.

She was led to another room, a large study. "Stand in the circle." Thomas said. "We must begin by infusing you with Mana. It will feel similar to yesterday's touch, only more intense." he said. A large runed circle sat in the floor.

Lydia moved to stand where he indicated inside the circle and swallowed hard. "More... intense?" She said glad that her voice didn't waver. Yesterday had been embarrassing enough and that was just a trickle if she understood correctly.

"Remain still..." Thomas said, and he started slow—Mana flowing into her from her feet up. It was gentle, but without pause or stopping—and it seemed to grow.

Lydia closed her eyes and tried not to fight against it though it was an uphill battle. The stronger it got the more she wanted to fight it her body instinctively tensing up. Her fists were gripping her fluttering robes as she concentrated on breathing.

"Let it in. Let the reaction take you." he said softly, the power increasing. "You'll only get hurt if you don't!"

It took every once of willpower Lydia had left to do as he said. As she forced her muscles to relax fire flooded her body, searing through her closer to pain than it was to pleasure. With a cry her eyes snapped open, they were practically glowing from the flood of mana. Bolts of energy crackled over her skin and robes and her hair snapped wildly in a wind that wasn't there. Thomas' blue mana slowly changed to emerald as it flowed through her and became hers. After the initial flood of energy she began to feel as if she were floating and it became much easier to accept. Closing her eyes again she let it wash over her in waves a small smile crossing her lips.

"There." Thomas said, snapping his fingers. "Now then. This is important, don't touch anything." he said. "Your clothing will degrade if touched with Mana, unravel. So now that it's yours, we need to ground it..." he held out a pitcher of water. "Touch the water."

Lydia carefully did as he said swirling her finger in the water gently. She felt odd, like having too much coffee. A soft hum through her body that made her want to bounce on the spot.

And the water turned a bright emerald green. Thomas smiled. "Excellent. You can filter mana and turn it into prana." he said with a nod. "With this I can make your wand."

Lydia grinned at him. "That's exciting, the one I watched you make was very pretty." Lydia wandered feeling a powerful need to move about. "I feel like I have a sugar high." She joked pacing around the room. "It was certainly a... unique experience..." She tapped a finger against her lips thoughtfully.

"Yes, Mana filtering does that. It's different for everyone." he said with a smile. "There may be some strange aftereffects, however, the most common being a lack of care for clothing, followed by total loss of inhibition. I bottled one of those somewhere, but it wasn't the same..."

"So its basically like being drunk." Lydia stated in a rather disapproving tone. "Doesn't that seem a bit... odd?" She questioned. The last thing she wanted was to go strutting around the manor naked without a care in the world. Even thinking about it made her face burn. "And what do you mean you bottled it..." Her mind wandered back to two nights previous. After he had compelled her he had handed her a bottle with out an explanation. She could vaguely recall being much more forward then usual. "Is THAT what you gave me the other night after you mind controlled me!" She asked staring at him. "And here I thought you were rather frigid and didn't have an interest in the opposite sex." She teased, though she still disapproved of what he had done that night there was no point fighting about it now.

"Is that what I gave you?!" Thomas asked. "I thought it was just a meal, I didn't... Oh, right. The labels." he sighed. "Damnable imps." he muttered. "In any case, I've apologized for it. Let me make you a gift..." he pulled the wand from its case, the one he had worked on before.

Lydia laughed at him gently when he cursed his minions. He seemed to be more then a little scatter brained at times. When he pulled out the beautifully carved wand from its case she gave out a squeal of delight. "Really!" She cried bouncing excitedly. "Really REALLY?!" Before she could stop herself she tackled him in a fierce hug nuzzling against his chest. After a moment she looked up and blushed a pretty red color. "Oh... sorry..." She murmured stepping away though unable to hide her gleeful smile at having received the wand.

Slowly, Thomas dipped it in the deep green fluid. When he pulled it out, it was a deeper brown, except for the runes, which were like small green gems. He smiled, looking it over. "Disruption." he said. "That is your Word."

Lydia watched him closely a look of concentration on her face. "My word?" She asked. "That sounds a bit negative..." She wondered aloud. Despite her concern Thomas was smiling while examining the tool.

"Disruption has many faces." Thomas said. "My Word is Time. You bring changes—large and small, you disrupt everything around you. Ill or good, chaos walks beside you. When you wake up, you shake hands with Loki, and when you sleep, you high-five Raven." he said with a smile, "Who knows how great or small the changes you will bring?"

"No pressure right." Lydia joked with a nervous smile. Changing the subject she leaned against the edge of a table. "So I have mana, I have a wand both of which by the way seem like more then beginner things." She said with a small smile to show she was teasing. "What happens next?"

"Next is the hard part." Thomas said, "Learning how to properly move mana and manipulate it into miraculous effect can take years."

Lydia laughed lightly. "So that means your stuck with me for a while huh?" Lydia asked smiling. "Well that's okay, as long as I can keep using that amazing bath." She joked with a grin. Lydia wasn't really sure when it happened but she realized as she stood there joking good-naturedly with him that she was much more comfortable being around him. *Though some of his ideals still conflict with mine...* She mused to herself watching indicate something on a chart.


An elf girl with a gentle and caring personality. Her soothing voice, soft touch, and willingness to stay up late for the sake of her lover's comfort reveal her nurturing nature. With blonde hair that she brushes away from her face and pale blue eyes, she embodies the ethereal beauty typical of elves. She possesses a playful side, evident in her teasing banter with Tyuul. Despite being involved in a war against orc hordes, she maintains an optimistic outlook, singing songs about finding happiness after loss. This resilience further contributes to her overall strength of character.

Elistriana smiled into the kiss, moving her arm to rest on the curve of the changeling's torso. She took solace in the fact that even in all of the chaos and hate, even while waging a war against the orc hordes, there was still some warmth and some peace to be had. She could feel the woman's bandaged hands draped around her neck and sighed quietly. "We should get some rest... You need to recover."

Elves required substantially less sleep than the normal human being, which made them ideal for keeping night watch at camp. That being said, Elistriana wasn't tired yet. Though she was concerned over how Tyuul's recovery might be effected by late nights and sexual activity.

Tyuul blinked at the request. "But... I'm not tired..." She replied, her body instantly betraying her as she let out a long yawn. Frowning a little, she snuggled up against the Elf, nuzzling her cheek against Elistriana's chin as the Changeling sighed a little. After such a wonderful evening, the last thing she wanted to do was sleep. Aside from Shapeshifting, Changelings were almost Human, if not a little weaker than them.

"Hmph... fine." Tyuul replied, letting her head rest on Elistriana's shoulder. "Will you be here when I wake up?" She asked, looking up at the Elf's eyes cautiously. Of course, there really wasn't anywhere to go aside from the shop in town. Plus, Tyuul wanted Elistriana's face to be the first thing she saw when she woke up. It was childish... but she did have strong feelings for the Elf. "Promise me you will." Her grip tightened a little as a worried look crossed the white features.

Elistriana chuckled softly as she ran her hand through the Changeling's hair. She adjusted her own position to help make Tyuul more comfortable. "Don't worry. I'll be here when you wake up." Her voice was soft and soothing. "Rest now and recover." she kissed her forehead softly, continuing to comb through the changeling's hair with her fingers.

She closed her own eyes, quietly humming an Elven hymn. She pressed her lips against the changeling's forehead again, before gently singing the same hymn that she had been just humming. It was a bitter sweet song about finding life and happiness after war and loss. It was about finding a new dawn no matter how dark the night had been. Perhaps singing the song was more to help Elistriana feel at ease than Tyuul. But the song was a soothing tune regardless, and one she hoped to help Tyuul sleep.

Tyuul smiled a little as the hand slowly worked through the white tresses. She could have fallen asleep just from the tone Elistriana was using to speak to her. Yawning again as the lips pressed against her forehead, she snuggled up against the Elf, her arms sliding down to wrap around the Elf's midsection as she buried her face into Elistriana's shoulder.

Upon hearing the hymn, the Changeling yawned again, her eyes slowly fluttering shut. This almost wasn't fair; she never knew that Elistriana had such a lovely singing voice. For a few seconds, she managed to listen to the sad hymn before finally falling asleep. She almost remained motionless, her chest rising and falling against Elistriana's as she dozed happily with her Elven lover. It had been a busy day for her, being deflowered wasn't exactly a walk in the park... especially when it was done by an Elf. But she had been lucky enough to have a partner willing to go slow and take care of her.

Elistriana smiled warmly when she noticed that Tyuul had finally fallen asleep. The elf pulled the blanket around their naked bodies so that the cold air of the northern lands didn't freeze them. She continued to gently stroke the young girl's hair for a few more moments. Before exhaling silently. She remained awake for several hours, content to listen to Tyuul breath and enjoy her warmth. When she finally did fall asleep it was only a couple hours before dawn.

When the sun finally rose, Elistriana was fast asleep. Her arm draped over the changeling's waist in a loose embrace. Her own breathing was slow and nearly inaudible.

The next morning, Tyuul finally woke up right as the dark dreary weather became slightly brighter. Yawning, she opened her eyes, her sight filled with the glorious sight of Elistriana. She let out a happy sigh, happy to simply watch the Elf sleep for a few minutes. Her lower regions felt... crusty, likely from the dried cum that had been sitting on the pale skin all night. Smiling, she leaned forward her face inches away from the Elf's. "Elistriana darling, it is time to wake up. The medicine woman removes the bandages today." She whispered in the Elven language before kissing the Elf's jaw lightly, slowly moving down to the woman's neck, suckling hard for a moment to leave her mark on her lover~

Even if they removed the bandages, she still would be unable to cast magic for a day... but at least she could leave this blasted Inn and explore the town a little. Maybe go to the Tavern with Elistriana.

Elistriana stirred slightly under the kisses, groaning quietly as she felt Tyuul nip at her neck. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, her hand coming to rest on the young changeling's cheek. "So it wasn't a dream..." She whispered quietly. After a few moments she pushed herself up into a sitting position. She brushed her blond bangs away from her face before turning to look down upon the pale beauty beside her.

"Come then. Let's get you cleaned up before you see the doctor." She moved from beneath the blanket and slowly set about getting herself dressed.

Tyuul smiled warmly at the comment as the Elf sat up. "Nnnn, I don't want to see her. She is old... and wrinkly... and she makes me drink that foul green stuff..." The Changeling whined, slowly climbing to her feet. Not bothering to put on any clothes, she walked toward the wash basin, pulling a rope sticking from the wall. A spout opened from the wall as steaming water flooded the basin.

Taking a deep breath, she slipped into the basin, her hair flushing a dark red color as the steaming water enveloped her. Looking over to the bedroom, she leaned back a little, making sure to keep her hands out of the water. The first night, she let them touch the water and nearly went through the roof of the building. "Elistriana dear... can you help me wash? I can't really get my hands wet." She called out, hoping the Elf would help her.

The elf's pale blue eyes moved over to where Tyuul was bathing. A small smile crossed her lips as she moved towards the bathtub, kneeling behind her. "Strange that you're openly seeking help today, when last night you were so determined to eat without aid." Her hands reached for a rag that hung on the end of the bath. She dipped it into the hot water before ringing it out. She moved the rag in gentle motions over the woman's arms first, placing a gentle kiss on her neck as she did so.

Elistriana moved the rag along the woman's collar bone before moving under the water. She took advantage of the woman's state to explore every curve of her body. There was a light shade of pink in her cheeks as she did so. The soft texture of the pale woman's skin, even below the water was heavenly.

Tyuul smiled softly as the Elf knelt behind her. "Strange how it seems I have to haa-" The Changeling was cut off as the lips pressed against her skin, a shiver shooting up her spine. Regaining her composure as the rag began moving along the pale skin. "have... a reason to ask a gorgeous Elven Maiden to help me bathe." She looked over her shoulder and smiled teasingly at Elistriana. What she did notice... was that Elistriana was being rather adventurous with her hands as the hand dipped under the water.

Leaning back, she let her shoulders rest against Elistriana's chest as she nuzzled the side of the Elf's neck, nipping at the skin playfully. "Elistriana, honey." She whispered, staring up at the Elf's face. "You're blushing." The Changeling teased, a smirk on the pale lips.

Elistriana's blush deepened slightly when it was pointed out. Suppressing a shiver of her own as she felt the bare skin of the changeling's shoulders against her breasts. She closed her eyes, sighing softly before she spoke. "It must be the cold." She looked down into the water to watch as her own hand moved over the changeling's lower torso.

Her gaze moved to where she could see Tyuul's face, and the smirk that she wore. She moved in slowly, stealing a kiss from her pale lips. "You'd best be careful when you tease. Especially when you're so vulnerable..." She hissed playfully.


Tyuul is a playful and teasing young changeling with pale skin and white hair that turns dark red when wet. She displays a youthful, playful personality, often teasing Elistriana and showing reluctance to follow certain instructions, such as visiting the medicine woman. Despite her initial resistance to suggestions, she eventually concedes, revealing an underlying trust in her partner. Her injuries suggest she's been involved in some form of conflict or hardship but remains optimistic and adventurous. Her desire for Elistriana's presence upon waking up reveals deep affection towards her elf lover.

Tyuul smiled softly as the Elf knelt behind her. "Strange how it seems I have to haa-" The Changeling was cut off as the lips pressed against her skin, a shiver shooting up her spine. Regaining her composure as the rag began moving along the pale skin. "have... a reason to ask a gorgeous Elven Maiden to help me bathe." She looked over her shoulder and smiled teasingly at Elistriana. What she did notice... was that Elistriana was being rather adventurous with her hands as the hand dipped under the water.

Leaning back, she let her shoulders rest against Elistriana's chest as she nuzzled the side of the Elf's neck, nipping at the skin playfully. "Elistriana, honey." She whispered, staring up at the Elf's face. "You're blushing." The Changeling teased, a smirk on the pale lips.


A man who carries himself with a sense of purpose and seriousness. He has a beard. His skills in communication security and his role as a mechanic indicate that he's technically minded and hands-on. He's also comfortable taking charge, evident in his quick decision-making and proactive approach to their situation. Despite being relatively new to Makenna, he shows empathy towards her troubles and is willing to help, indicating a generous nature. He's also not afraid to confront issues directly, showing honesty in his interactions with others.

Marcus dutifully brought his boot down on the lenses, then looked back at Makenna. The crestfallen look in her eyes and her wan smile twinged at something in him, and he put his hand gently on her shoulder to give her a reassuring squeeze. "I'll keep an eye on the beacon," he promised her, then frowned as she walked away from him wordlessly. He watched her for a few minutes from the middle of the workroom, before he walked over to the bench and sat down beside her.

"So is Rivera actually your name?" he asked, resting his elbows on his thighs and lacing his fingers. "Is that what has you looking so worried?" He frowned. For some reason, seeing the girl who had been so boisterous and animated so far, now so sullen, was disconcerting to him. It just didn't feel right. "What's on your mind, Makenna?" he asked gently.

Glancing up as he settled down beside her, Makenna studied him intently. They barely knew each other. A day at best, yet he was asking her to trust him with her biggest secret. Granted there were plenty of people who knew who she really was, but there was only one person she had confided in since she left that life. The man whose name she now bore, and was light years away.

If Marcus was going to turn her in, he'd have done it by now, and this made her trust him to an extent. "Willis is my alias, that's what is on my chit. Only those closest to me know me as Rivera. That's twenty or so people." Hopefully he will accept this for what it was. The truth of the last twelve years.

"The details on the beacon are too... accurate. I had the hood of my cloak up before I stepped off my ship. I never took it down while I was in port, the short time I had it down was in the middle of the junkyard." He would know there were no cameras there. "I know how to pass cameras being seen, but not being seen." She continued to study him. "The only person who has been close enough to me since I arrived, to see my features and my eyes, is you. I have history with Buxton, and admittedly going to the authorities isn't Olin's usual way of doing things, but I figure Buxton has done it to put the heat on to make it difficult to move about just now. His description of my eyes would be these ones." She lifted her hand to her face "He knows these ones, not the blue ones."

She lowered her hand and glanced down for a minute then back up at Marcus. "I wear the lenses permanently, the only time I take them out is in the privacy of my cabin. I think someone close to me may be feeding GDF the information. If the beacon updates to Rivera then I'll know I'm right and not being paranoid." Another rueful smile as she confided her thoughts.

Marcus noted that Makenna didn't actually answer his question, and he took that as a rebuke in itself. He frowned as she explained her concerns about her internal betrayal, and shook his head grimly. "That's not good," he said, "We'll need to come up with a new plan. If you've got someone leaking information on you, then I don't think we're going to be able to wait weeks for your ship to come back." He stood up and began to pace. "And you're going to need to stop playing it so close to the vest," he added, "If you give me the comm encryption frequency for your ship, I can open a point-to-point channel so we don't have to worry about eavesdropping," he suggested, tipping his own hand. The inner workings of communication security wasn't exactly common knowledge among mechanics and tinkerers.

He turned to face Makenna and frowned. "So what's it going to be? Are you going to trust me, or just wait here until they storm the place and grab us both?"

We? Makenna watched Marcus as he stood and started to pace. She couldn't help wondering when they had become a we, when they barely knew each other. As was evident by his rebuke about her keeping things close to her chest. Then her brows shot up when he asked for the Nomads encryption frequency. "I'm obviously not the only one with secrets." She muttered.

When he turned to face her again and asked what they were going to do, she studied him for a moment. "As I said I could just be paranoid." But her instincts were saying otherwise and she usually went with her instincts. "What if that person is on my ship?" Although the crew considered themselves a family, Makenna still didn't fully trust them. She tended to keep herself to the fringes of fully immersing herself into that family.

She nibbled on her lower lip in thought, then glanced up at Marcus again "Can you send a coded message directly to my ship? There is only one member of my crew I trust with my life." The workings of the point to point encryption went way over her head, but if she could get a message to Wye, he'd know what to do. Her eyes moved back to Marcus's "Evidently your tinkering extends beyond gyro-stabilizers and system cores. After the coded message is there a way to open a communications channel that someone else on the ship can't detect?"

Marcus considered her question for a moment. "I can scramble the carrier wave so that no one can tell where the signal is coming from, and the encrypted signal will make sure that no one can eavesdrop, but hiding the channel from someone else on the ship can't detect?" He shrugged and stroked his beard thoughtfully. "If they're paying attention to the communication system, they'll be able to know that somebody is talking to somebody. There's no real way to hide the channel entirely from someone at the far end." He gestured for Makenna to follow him, then left the workshop through the side door that led to his small living quarters.

He sat down in front of his terminal and opened the chassis, so that he could reconfigure the internal components to utilize the necessary encryption protocols they'd need. "If the one you trust has his own encryption identifier, then we won't have to worry about someone else picking up the phone," he suggested as he swapped out a pair of small logic boards. "But if you don't know it, you'll just have to take your chances contacting the ship itself."


A woman who often hides her true appearance with the help of lenses, changing her eye color from their natural state to blue. She maintains an air of mystery and keeps herself at arm's length from others, even those she works closely with. Her cautious nature suggests that she is used to living on the edge and dealing with situations that require discretion. Despite this, Makenna shows signs of trust towards Marcus, indicating that she can be open when necessary. This combined with her tendency to keep secrets suggests a complex personality marked by self-preservation instincts but also an ability for loyalty and trust when it comes to select individuals in her life.

Marcus considered her question for a moment. "I can scramble the carrier wave so that no one can tell where the signal is coming from, and the encrypted signal will make sure that no one can eavesdrop, but hiding the channel from someone else on the ship can't detect?" He shrugged and stroked his beard thoughtfully. "If they're paying attention to the communication system, they'll be able to know that somebody is talking to somebody. There's no real way to hide the channel entirely from someone at the far end." He gestured for Makenna to follow him, then left the workshop through the side door that led to his small living quarters.

He sat down in front of his terminal and opened the chassis, so that he could reconfigure the internal components to utilize the necessary encryption protocols they'd need. "If the one you trust has his own encryption identifier, then we won't have to worry about someone else picking up the phone," he suggested as he swapped out a pair of small logic boards. "But if you don't know it, you'll just have to take your chances contacting the ship itself."

So, no hiding any calls to the Nomad so she could talk to Wye directly. All these years, of preparing for this ever happening, and Makenna realized she'd never really thought about how she would communicate directly with Wye. He'd been the one to come up the coded messages, if they were needed, but she'd never questioned why they had to be coded. Now she knew.

She followed Marcus into his living quarters, her gaze giving it a cursory sweep without taking too much in, before she stood behind and to the left of him as he fiddled with the communications terminal. "If he has one I don't know it." She responded to the request for Wye's personal encryption id. "Whenever I've needed to talk to him in private we've always been in the ship and we know where we can talk without being overheard."

As reluctant as she was to give him the Nomad's identifier, Makenna knew she needed Marcus's help and to get that help she needed to show him she trusted him. Once he opened the channel she told him what to send: 'Qpttjcmf npmf pocpbse. Dpoubdu jo 2 ebzt. Tfoe Fodszqujpo je'. Marcus's scowl told her exactly what he thought of the gibberish she was making him send. "Wye will decipher it. It says possible mole on board, will attempt to make contact in 2 days and to send his encryption ID. If he's in the cockpit on his own it won't take him long to reply."

Her hand rested on Marcus's shoulder and she gave him a reassuring squeeze. "Wye came up with the coding if something like this should ever happen. If one of the crew has turned on me, he will need time to figure out who it is." She dropped her hand from his shoulder and took a step back. He had been warm, and the flex of his muscles beneath her fingers had been oddly comforting. "I think we should be okay for a couple of days, even if the beacon gets updated with my name. We just need to go over the details of my cover story of being your niece."

Moments later, as predicted, Wye replied. Makenna stepped closer to peer over Marcus's shoulder to read the gibberish out loud. "On it! I'm sure you recognize the rest."


A dominant and manipulative individual, using threats and coercion to get what he wants. He displays sadistic tendencies, deriving pleasure from the discomfort and fear of others. His actions suggest that he's experienced in sexual matters, demonstrating a level of confidence and control during the encounters. Despite his intimidating demeanor, Andrew occasionally exhibits an odd sense of gentleness to further manipulate Landon. This contradictory behavior suggests a complex personality with potentially sociopathic tendencies. He has an imposing or powerful presence.

"Good, I'll find someone else to bring home and you can prove that to me. I'll film it too~ If I have something on you then you'll behave better won't you," Andrew snickered tapping Landon's nose. "Maybe we'll shoot a little porno too and if you aren't good I'll release them online." He liked that idea, if he was going to keep Landon around he needed reason's that he couldn't leave or run away.

"Eager now aren't we," he snickered, shifting to sit between Landon's legs, palming his crotch through his pants. "Alright if you insist~" Andrew undid Landon's pants and started to tug them down and off. "As long as you're good I'll help you get dressed again after, or I'll leave you naked. Not like you really need them here, though I suppose it would be cold for you without anything on," he mused half to himself. He sort of liked the idea of keeping Landon naked and completely vulnerable to him but he could be a little nice, when it was earned.

Land on face paled. Shit. Filming it? That would be dirt on him if he ever wanted to leave. How could he leave if he knew those sorts of things would be released? His life would never go back to normal. Andrew was trying to ensure he wasn't going anywhere unless he wanted to die, and he was doing it well. It was clear on Landon's face he didn't like that idea, but arguing would be useless. Andrew is just going to do whatever he wants anyway. His gaze lowered and he nodded. "OK." The killing being filmed can't be avoided, but he can sure try to be good enough right now so Andrew doesn't film a "porno" as he says.

Landon flinched and bit the inside of his cheek as Andrew palmed his crotch. It was enough to start getting blood rushing between his legs. He lifted his legs as Andrew started to pull his pants down. They slipped off and left him in just his underwear. Landon avoided looking at Andrew now that stuff was starting to happen.

Andrew smirked when Landon lifted his hips to make it easier for him to pull off the other man's pants and toss them aside, it seemed like what he'd said had scared the bitch into behaving for now at least. The problem was that he wanted to hurt Landon more, but that would make him less likely to behave later wouldn't it? So he left the knife aside and just sort of hoped that Landon would do something he didn't like later so that Andrew could hurt him.

He went back to palming Landon through his underwear, this time till he could feel him starting to get hard before tugging down his boxers as well. "Have you ever had sex with a man before?" He asked cocking his head to the side as he slipped a hand under Landon to squeeze his ass. He should probably get up to get lube but he didn't want to, he'd much rather use blood, that would be very hot to him but he would go for second best.

Once Landon had answered Andrew pressed his fingers against the other lips. "Get them wet," he murmured, "It'll be better then going in completely dry right~"

The sudden invasive question made his face flush and feel hot. "Um... no. Not yet." Landon could admit he was attracted to men, but he never had sex with one. If he wanted to he could've but he never found a partner he wanted to try it with. They always seemed too aggressive and it scared him off. He didn't want aggressive, not for the first time. Now it seems like that's happening anyway though. He frowned as Andrew started to reach below. Their hands came over him and squeezed his ass. It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling but not a welcomed one. He didn't want to be touched. He just wanted to be left alone.

Andrew pressed their fingers against his lips and Landon's brows furrowed momentary. He stared at Andrew as if he was crazy- well he probably is- and gingerly parted his lips. This was so... weird. He hesitated but took their fingers into his mouth to start sucking on them. Landon looked down as he used his tongue to get Andrew's fingers wet. When he thought they were wet enough he pulled back I'm an effort to get their fingers back out of his mouth.

"That's a shame," Andrew commented. He sort of liked being the first person to fuck Landon but it was a shame for him, if he'd let others fuck him before this wouldn't hurt as much and maybe wouldn't be quite so traumatic because at least he'd have had a good first time. He'd have to go get the lube before properly fucking Landon then, there was no way he'd be able to fit in a virgin without it.

"Good boy," he purred as Landon started to lick and suck his fingers making Andrew shiver slightly, it felt good for him and he could imagine how that hot mouth and soft tongue would feel against his cock too. It made his cock throb and he made up his mind he'd have to fuck Landon's mouth later.

When Landon pulled back Andrew pulled his fingers out and reached down to quickly push a finger inside the other man's ass before the saliva on his fingers could dry. "Relax," he crooned as he wiggled and curled his finger inside Landon, rubbing against his insides.

Yeah, it was a shame. Land on first time with a man would be this experience. After this would Landon even be able to be with men? Well, if he survives then maybe not. He wouldn't see himself getting past this. His first time, which should be a good experience, was being taken from him. Landon took the praise lightly. If it wasn't for the threat of being killed he would've bitten Andrew by now. Since he valued his life he was behaving so far, but it wasn't guaranteed he would the whole time. As things got closer to the inevitable he found himself wanted to get away.

He jumped as Andrew pushed a finger inside him without warning. The feeling was strange and he found himself flushing. Andrew curled his finger and Landon involuntary shivered. Immediately he was trying to push away, to escape what was happening. "Stop, it feels weird-" he protested as he tried to use his legs to scoot back. If a finger felt odd he didn't want to imagine what a dick was like.

"Of course it feels weird, it's your first time." Andrew chuckled, gripping Landon's throat with his free hand, pinning him back against the mattress. "Now stop squirming, I am going to fuck you and you should be glad that I'm taking the time to prepare you or it would feel far worse then 'weird' if I'm not thorough, so don't test my patients."

He followed Landon as he tried to push away, half laying on top of him to keep him still as Andrew worked his finger in and out of the fair haired man. If he kept squirming Andrew would force a second finger into him to soon to try and force him to stay still, shock him into it at least. He leaned down and kissed Landon's cheek teasingly, "I'll try to be nice since it's your first time~"

Landon winced as Andrew's hand wrapped around his throat and pinned him down to the mattress. It would make him want to move and fight more if the squeezing of his throat wasn't so threatening. He was afraid to push his luck. Andrew would probably choke him if provoked. He gulped against their hand and reached up to try and loosen their grip. While doing so Andrew was putting his weight on him to restrict his movement. Their finger still pumped in and out, steadily working to get him ready for a second one. Soon he'd be prepped and ready to take on more than fingers, as much as he didn't want to be. He wanted to cry, kick, and scream for Andrew to get off of him, but quite frankly he was scared. He was scared that resistance would get him killed.

Landon tried to move his head away but Andrew was already kissing his cheek. "You—you call forcing your finger inside me nice?" He wanted to cry but no tears were coming. Right now he just felt too shocked. After this was said and done with reality would sink in. He looked down and shame set over him. He was really getting hard over this. Even if he didn't want it his body has its natural reactions. Even so he still felt humiliated.

It seemed like holding Landon's neck was enough to keep the man still so he left that be and didn't add a second finger until he thought that the other man was loose enough. He hummed and started to scissor his fingers, stretching the other man out. He chuckled as the accusation. "Oh yes I do consider this nice, I could be forcing a number of much worse things inside you, I'm going slow an sure it feels weird but it could hurt, a lot."

He let go of Landon's throat, still leaning on him to help keep him down Andrew reached down between his legs and wrapped a hand around his cock. "You're getting hard already so it can't be that bad~ I'll make you cum while I'm fucking you don't you worry, and that means I'm being nice."

Even though it felt less painful Landon flinched when he felt a second finger being pushed inside. His face flushed as Andrew started to move his fingers in a scissoring motion, stretching him out. The more Andrew did the more his body wanted react. It was making him ashamed. How could he get hard by this? There was nothing enjoyable about a man forcing their fingers in his ass! The chains clinged together as he lifted his hand up to his mouth to cover it. He didn't want Andrew to hear him as his body started to get more excited.

His shoulders jumped and he shivered when Andrew wrapped his hand around him. His eyes closed as his brows furrowed. He involuntarily bucked his hips into the touch.

Landon could be behaving better in Andrew's opinion, he didn't like how the other man covered his mouth to muffle himself. Still Landon couldn't be expected to be perfect the first time and Andrew wasn't completely unreasonable just mostly so, so he just kept going. "You know you should tell me when it feels good or I might accidentally hurt you," he commented, it was a lie but it sounded pretty reasonable didn't it?

He liked the way Landon thrust up into his hand, even when he was trying to hold back he was still pretty responsive which was nice. To encourage that he squeezed Landon's cock and stroked just a little faster, forcing him to feel even better as he was stretched open. When Andrew was pretty sure the other was stretched enough he pulled his fingers out and pulled back. "Don't get excited, I'm just going to get the lube," he said before Landon could really start hoping.

Although he was a virgin he wondered if Andrew was feeding him a load of shit. He had to tell him he was feeling good or Andrew might hurt him? It was hard to believe or disbelieve. Damn it! Why did he have to be inexperienced? Andrew squeezed him and he groaned past his fingers. His reactions were done more freely now, despite the buried feeling of shame and humiliation. He opened his eyes and his hand dropped down. Andrew was already letting him go. Maybe...? Nope. Andrew's comment immediately dispelled that thought. Andrew wasn't done yet.

So, Andrew still intended to go all the way. He sat up a little whenever Andrew left to go grab lube. Now that Andrew was grabbing lube he knew it was time. He'd close his legs at the thought. Honestly, he was scared. He has no clue what this was going to be like. Would it be painful? Would Andrew purposely try to hurt him? Landon swallowed in an effort to suppress his anxiety.

Andrew grabbed a bottle of lube from his desk drawer and brought it back over to the bed in the middle of the room, kneeling down on it he put the bottle down within reach and nudged Landon's thigh. "Spread your legs again pet," he ordered more gently then he really felt like he should need to because he really didn't give a shit, but Landon was scared and might respond better to gentleness.

"If you behave yourself and give me what I want I'll give you a blanket when I'm done," he encouraged, just a little reward. The default here was having nothing, as Landon had already noted, so if he wanted anything he'd have to earn it. Maybe next time he could ask for some coffee is he wanted that bad enough.


A submissive and compliant young man, due to the fear and manipulation he's experiencing. He is inexperienced in sexual matters, particularly with men. He is sensitive and apprehensive, often displaying physical signs of distress such as blushing or shivering. Despite his discomfort, Landon demonstrates resilience by enduring the situation rather than resisting outright. His tendency to avoid eye contact suggests a shy or introverted personality under normal circumstances.

Andrew grabbed a bottle of lube from his desk drawer and brought it back over to the bed in the middle of the room, kneeling down on it he put the bottle down within reach and nudged Landon's thigh. "Spread your legs again pet," he ordered more gently then he really felt like he should need to because he really didn't give a shit, but Landon was scared and might respond better to gentleness.

"If you behave yourself and give me what I want I'll give you a blanket when I'm done," he encouraged, just a little reward. The default here was having nothing, as Landon had already noted, so if he wanted anything he'd have to earn it. Maybe next time he could ask for some coffee is he wanted that bad enough.

A blanket. It never seemed like such a luxury until now. Landon wants a blanket. It was rather cold in the basement and a blanket would definitely help him stay warm. God... he really had to give himself up for something as basic as a blanket. This man definitely knows how to get what he wants. It took clever manipulation and promises of rewards, and it works. Landon knew what what happening but he wants that blanket. So, he found himself timidly opening his legs again.

He looked away to avoid making eye contact as he did so. Now he kept his legs spread. "Will you really give me a blanket?" He had to hope Andrew wouldn't go back on what he said just because he already got what he wanted. If that happened then he couldn't comply with this again. He was doing it because of the rewards being dangled out in front of him. If he didn't even get those then why would he let Andrew use his body? Landon finally glanced between his own legs and at Andrew. This whole thing... it made him wonder if Andrew really was going to keep him alive just to use him for his pleasure.


Age: 37; Appearance: Standing 6' tall, Brandon is of above average height; His dark brown hair has gotten slightly too long for his liking, almost going down to his shoulders at present, although he does sometimes hide his green eyes behind the curtain of hair. Brandon's nose looks like it has clearly taken a beating over the years, standing slightly crooked despite several attempts to fix it. On his right cheek sits a scar made by a sharp knife, long since healed but still looking gnarly. He's on the more muscled side but not too much, overly broad shoulders tend to get noticed easier.

It had taken months to get on the right track. Hanging out in dive bars, trying to find a reputable source to double-check. The rumors had been weird which was why Brandon had been hesitant to believe them. A vampire living in a small coastal town, working with kids... it didn't make sense. This wasn't his first rodeo, so he'd at least expected a dark, damp cave by the coastline or a crypt, just... not that?

Still, weird or not, a vampire was a vampire and needed to be taken care of, so Brandon had hopped into his van and made his way towards the quiet coastal town. He'd spent days asking around, trying very much not to be too specific as he narrowed the location of the vampire down. Hopefully, he had kept things down enough so that the monster would have no idea he was coming.

The killing would be easy. He just needed to surprise the beast, stick a stake through its heart and watch it die. He'd done it before, after all. Maybe not with one so old and powerful, but of all the things Brandon had trouble with, believing in himself wasn't one of them.

Then, finally, the day came and he staked out—pun intended—the vampires home. It was the early hours of the evening, Brandon was sure by this time the vampire would be nice and relaxed and easy to take down. And his van was parked just down the street, just in case he'd need a quick retreat after all.

Determined he stepped towards the house's front door—Brandon Hayes was no coward, after all!—picking the lock making sure he wasn't seen. Making his way towards the front door of the vampire's apartment, he almost felt giddy. So far, this was easy. Of course, it was, he'd been well prepared after all. This vampire, this Benedict would never know that he was coming.

He was going to save this town from the monster they didn't even know was there! One hand already reaching for the metal stake hiding under his leather jacket he reached for the door handle, pressing it down and ready to open. This was moving way too fast though, either this was the world's most careful vampire or something was about to go very, very wrong.

Benedict was not very powerful, but he was very old. Power he supposed depended on whom one asked. If you were to ask the kindergarten students he taught during the week, Mr. Levant was all-powerful, the kind of person responsible for doling out snacks, deciding who got to feed the classroom gerbil, and making them wash their hands. As far as vampire politics were concerned? Benedict hadn't had a stake in that community in many years, and that was by choice.

He still had enough pull, however, that someone had been nice enough to send him an email regarding the hunter. Benedict had read it in the early hours of the morning and then let out a quiet oh, for fuck's sake. It had been many, many years since he'd had that kind of intrusion, and he'd thought he'd been flying under the radar fairly well. Nourishment from local blood banks, time, and grace were all he needed... except apparently someone had picked up on his presence and that someone had a big enough grudge to report him to the local hunter's bureau.

Fortunately for him the young ones were usually pretty easy to pin down. They lacked the ease and grace of other vampires. And so by the time the man had come to his door looking to surprise him, Benedict had been watching him tail him all day from the grocery store to the park and back to his home.

When the door opened, Benedict was ready. Not with anything fancy, just a metal garbage can lid perched across the front of his body, hand wrapped around the handle. A crude sort of shield, but it was going to be hard to talk if this guy staked him.

"Good evening." There was a smile on his face that didn't fit the situation. "Now, I'd really prefer if you didn't kill me. Can we talk?"

Brandon dropped into a defensive stance, force of habit moving his body as he stared right into the vampire's eyes. His brows knit together in confusion. How did the vampire even figure out he was there? He'd been so careful...

Still, here he was staring down an ancient vampire using, of all things, a garbage can lid as a shield. This wasn't how this was supposed to go, he was supposed to rid the world of this evil but... if the vampire had known he was there, why not try to kill him? Why bother exposing himself to the danger of a hunter?

Brandon was curious, he couldn't deny that. "I... what?" was all he could bring out as he blinked, trying to figure out what in the world was going on. Talk? To a vampire? Why would he even do that? But there was that nagging curiosity...

But then finally, his expression turned, eyes narrowing as anger made its way through. No, he wasn't going to take this, not like this. "You don't get to negotiate, monster," Brandon all but spat as his hand reached back for the stake. He was on a mission and he was going to fulfill it, even if this was... weird. "Don't think you can lure me into your lair just like that."


A colossal, shark-like humanoid sea creature with a muscular physique and a menacing presence. His black eyes radiate an intense, almost predatory gaze. Sharkman exudes raw sexual power and dominance, seeking his own pleasure without much regard for his partner's comfort or consent initially. Despite this seemingly ruthless exterior, he possesses the ability to arouse intense desire in others through his actions. His grunts and growls communicate more than words ever could, revealing a primal side that is both terrifying and intriguing. He is relentless in pursuit of satisfaction, embodying the untamed spirit of the ocean from which he hails.

Sharkman seemed to understand what she was asking for as he let out a deep chuckle before giving her one last lick and pulled his head back before she found herself lowered down and turned right side up. Once more she was held up with her legs spread wide once she'd been repositioned. The Sharkman's long hard shaft settled beneath her was soon ground against her soaking wet opening. The large hulk of a sea creature seeming amused as he ground back and forth to wet and lubricate his long shaft, teasing Janie further as he prepared himself while she was forcefully pressed against his chest. He grunted again then as he seemed to position and angle his shaft just right before he brought her down. With some luck and some skill, he managed to impale her glistening womanhood down upon his hard cock, pushing it into her with a groan of pleasure that caused him to throw his head back. He wasn't gentle or patient about it however, driving his length as deep as he could within Janie's cunt.

She could feel him driving in deep inside of her, pressing deeper than any normal man could, maybe ever would again from that day on.

One last shiver ran up Janie's body before she found herself tossed to the hot sand. The girl wriggled like a fish pulled on shore. She'd never been naked on the beach before. Then again, she'd never been beset by a hulking shark monster, either. She stared up at his hard body, eclipsing the sun. Her need for physical attention had long since won out over her better judgment, but there was still a pang of self preservation within her. She thought to scramble off beneath a nearby dock, but even if she could the creature would probably find her again.

The slab of heavy meat laying down upon her womanhood, then her entire form felt dominating and perfect. Janie moaned softly. She slipped her slender arms up around the beast, feeling like a hungry dog that had finally been blessed with food. "HUNNGGHH!" Janie groaned as she felt the thick member penetrate her, then stretch her without hesitation. Her boyfriend was nothing compared to this! What was his name again..? Janie's eyes bulged as she took him deeper and deeper, barely able to gasp out, "Yesssssss, moooorrrrrre..."

Sharkman grunted in appreciation as he looked down at her, soon pulling his hips back before driving himself even deeper than before so the head of his member seemed to knock against the entrance of her womb. He let out a huff of annoyance at the feeling, several inches of his length still not sheathed within her. So with a groan he drew back again before thrusting into Janie once more to ram the head of his cock against her deepest reaches, repeating the motion again and again as if to batter his way even deeper like a ram. Repeatedly he thrust into her, going harder and harder in a desperate need to sheath all of his length.

After several powerful thrusts he finally made it as Janie could feel the moment the head of his member penetrated into her womb along with a few inches of his length. With a triumphant groan, the Sharkman began to thrust into her in earnest with an unrelenting speed. He couldn't contain himself as he sought to claim the woman beneath him now with powerful thrusts that became faster and faster as he went.

"GNNNHHHH!!" Janie groaned through grinding teeth. She clenched her body and dug her nails into the monster's sides as he pumped into her the first time. She felt like a tiny sock someone was forcing a baseball bat into! Despite her womanhood giving way, her inner body was holding out against the invading force. She could feel him battering against her cervix in defiance. It didn't take long to overcome, however. Janie could scarcely breathe, much less summon the will to scream. She managed to when the beast finally broke into her core, penetrating her deeper than anything ever had before.

"AAAAIIIIEEEEE!!" Her back arched hard into the hot sand. Janie cried out in both agony and intense ecstasy. Her mind was being pummeled to numbness just as her insides were being destroyed. The shark was relentless! He kept driving into her body again and again- striking and impaling her womb each and every time! Her small body would have been driven across the beach with every thrust had the man's weight not been pressing against her, keeping her in place. It was a weight that Janie clung to as her curvy body was being ruined for any other human.

The beast's grunting became more and more pronounced as he pounded away at Janie's sex and womb, filling her up with his entire length on every thrust of his hips. He groaned out as his hands moved to take her legs and spread her even further. Giving himself further access to her inner most core, she could feel him thrusting even harder and faster now that he'd lessened the resistance that held back his entry. His hands gave her thighs a squeeze as he leaned in and licked her breasts during one especially hard thrust. The beast groaned or said something she couldn't quite understand before his thrusting became even more intense as he moved her legs so her knees were over his shoulders.

"RUUUUUGH!!!" he nearly roared out, renewing his effort. He seemed to moving even harder and faster now as he drove into her deepest reaches with relentless focus, uncaring if her body could handle it and focused on his own pleasure. Now his hands were planted on either side of her head as he took up a look of intense concentration. If she thought the hard quick thrusts were intense before, then what followed next was on a whole other level when he started to jackhammer into her tight sheath of a body without a care. It was like he was in a frenzy as he thrust into her with such abandon, seeming like the shark he was in that moment. Growls and groans of pleasure were spilling from his mouth now as he moved with such intensity that the girl was given little choice but to hang on and hope for the best.

All the while, she could feel him swelling ever so slightly within her.


A young woman with a slender, curvy body. Her adventurous spirit and insatiable curiosity often lead her to uncharted territories. Despite initial reservations, she embraces the unexpected with an open mind and heart. She possesses an innate resilience that allows her to adapt to intense situations. Moreover, Janie's high sexual appetite becomes evident through her vivid fantasies involving multiple partners. She is not only sexually assertive but also enjoys the feeling of being dominated, highlighting her submissive tendencies in bed.

The beast's grunting became more and more pronounced as he pounded away at Janie's sex and womb, filling her up with his entire length on every thrust of his hips. He groaned out as his hands moved to take her legs and spread her even further. Giving himself further access to her inner most core, she could feel him thrusting even harder and faster now that he'd lessened the resistance that held back his entry. His hands gave her thighs a squeeze as he leaned in and licked her breasts during one especially hard thrust. The beast groaned or said something she couldn't quite understand before his thrusting became even more intense as he moved her legs so her knees were over his shoulders.

"RUUUUUGH!!!" he nearly roared out, renewing his effort. He seemed to moving even harder and faster now as he drove into her deepest reaches with relentless focus, uncaring if her body could handle it and focused on his own pleasure. Now his hands were planted on either side of her head as he took up a look of intense concentration. If she thought the hard quick thrusts were intense before, then what followed next was on a whole other level when he started to jackhammer into her tight sheath of a body without a care. It was like he was in a frenzy as he thrust into her with such abandon, seeming like the shark he was in that moment. Growls and groans of pleasure were spilling from his mouth now as he moved with such intensity that the girl was given little choice but to hang on and hope for the best.

All the while, she could feel him swelling ever so slightly within her.

"Oh, god!! OH, GOHHHHHD!!" Janie's fists beat the sand hard. She had gone from simply being fucked hard on the beach to being bent in half and impaled on the biggest dick she'd ever seen- much less taken. The girl could almost feel her spine creaking as the monster bucked into her, folding her between the hard ground and his own wall of sexy muscle. Yes.. he really was sexy to her. The day had started with the horror that was being raped by a mutant creature, but things had changed. Janie's mind had been beaten senseless by the man's cock! She lay groaning with her tongue hanging out, eyes rolling up as she could do little more than enjoy how she was being treated.

Without meaning to, Janie tilted her head up and looked idly over the beach. She saw the hulking forms of other sea men, then remembered how other girls hadn't stopped screaming as they were given the same treatment as she. Janie had stopped howling in terror, however. "UNNnnnnggghhhh!" Her smiled stretched across her face as her mind wandered. She had visions of other huge ocean creatures using her as thoroughly as this shark. How many could she take at once? One in her mouth, in her aching womanhood, even her ass- three? No, surely if the horde of demon beasts used her long enough, she could take twice that. The thought of long, thick cocks penetrating and thrusting endlessly into her body from every angle made her suddenly shake.

"Unf-HHNNNGGGGHHHFFFFUUUUUCCCKKKKK!!" Janie reached up and gripped the monster's head through her own vertical legs. She stared into his black eyes and howled her released. Her pussy tightened over him, as if milking him and begging for his seed. She remained that way for a long moment as waves of ecstasy rolled over her. She didn't simply experience an orgasm, but one after the other in slow succession. Just as one began to die away, another caught her as if she were helpless in the grip of the sea.


An attractive woman with a figure that can easily catch attention. She often wears matching lingerie, hinting at her attention to detail and personal style. Her hair is long enough to twirl around her finger, a habit she resorts to when teasing or flirting. She's independent and adventurous, not shying away from taking the lead in both work and intimate situations. Her playful personality is matched by her quick thinking and resourcefulness which make her a formidable Interpol agent. However, beneath this strong exterior lies vulnerability; she blushes during intense moments and isn't afraid to show her emotions. This blend of strength, charm, independence, and softness makes Samantha an intriguing character who can handle any situation thrown at her.

Pulling her partner's, now unbuttoned, shirt off of him, and throwing it to the side, Samantha noticed he had taken her dress off her as well. Reaching for hi pants now, she undid his belt, unbuttoned them, and unzipped them slowly. Letting them fall to his ankles, she kicked off her heels, letting them fly back behind her somewhere as she pushed him down on one of the beds. She kissed down his from his lips, slowly moving down his neck, chest, and even lower.

She looked up at him for a moment, smiling seductively, and she pulled down his remaining cover. She took his member in her hand gently, licking it at the tip teasingly for a moment, as her free hand undid her bra, letting it slid off. She looked up at him, curious as to how he would react, as she continued to tease him with her tongue.

Jack's hair chest and belly button, a deep inny the size of a quarter, was fully visible to her. He had slid her dress downward off her, all left on her was her bra and matching panties, by now he had slid them downward as well. He heard the thump of her heels after she kicked them off. He felt his back meet one of the beds that was closest to him. He moaned softly, "You sure know how to serve up dessert partner," as he felt her kiss him gradually southward.

His manhood had responded to all the attention Samantha was giving him, and he admired her pebbled areolas and nipples when she undid her bra, and slid it off. He squirmed softly, in pleasure when she licked his manhood. He was loving all she was doing to him. He stroked her hair softly and enjoyed her teasing.

Smiling, Samantha slowly slid his growing member into her mouth, letting her tongue roll around it. She began moving her head up and down, letting his member slid out then in deeper, over and over for a moment, before slowly moving away. She stood, and smiled down at him teasingly, twirling a strand of hair around her index finger, while biting her bottom lip slightly.

"That's all you get Jack~" she sang teasingly, giving him a wink, hoping he'd grab her and take her already. She felt herself moisten in her laced panties, she wanted him badly by now, and was very tired of waiting at that point. Her heart was racing, and her eagerness was apparent in her eyes, as she looked down at him hungrily.

Jack was not going to disappoint her. In an instant his right hand grabbed her non teasing arm and pulled her onto the bed. He moved her arms over her head, and started to tease her with his tongue, starting with her breasts and nipples, then her cleavage and then southward to her belly button. He licked around and deep inside her belly button, while his hands slid her panties off her sexy legs. He then spread her legs and licked around the entrance to her love canal as well as her inner thighs. By then his manhood was ready for action, as was he.

His manhood was moved inside her love canal, and he started to thrust, slowly at first and then harder, faster and deeper. He kept her arms pinned above her head as his hips ground against hers. His breathing and heartbeat increased with the intensity of the thrusts. He nibbled on either of her earlobes and felt his manhood throb as he got closer to climax. His thrusts then reached climax and he released his love juices inside her.

Samantha was surprised by his quick response, blushing a bit as he teased her, letting him hold her arms over her head firmly. She moaned lightly as he pushed inside her, her tight entrance thronged around him as he began to pick up his pace. Her heart began to race faster, and she began to pant as he continued thrusting inside of her, moaning more between her breaths.

She tightened more, reaching her climax a few moments before him, her juices covering his member as he filled her up with his own. She cried out his name in pleasure, panting as he finished, his pave began to slow a bit. "So... good... Jack.." She moaned out softly between her heavy breaths, looking up at him, she kissed his cheek lightly.

Jack felt her climax just before he did. His name being cried out by her was music to his ears, and his pace started to slow after he had finished inside her. He kissed her back, "You're so good too... Samantha..." his words in between breathing heavily. He slid his manhood out of her and laid on his back. He cuddled her close to him, his left arm around her, his left hand over her belly, and his left index finger outlined her belly button as he felt it move with her breathing.

His belly and belly button move up and down quickly as well, and gradually his breathing and heartbeat returned to normal. His right hand stroked her hair softly as he looked up at the ceiling of the bedroom. He loved the tightness of her body against his. "So what's on your plate later on, my sexy partner," as he laid on his back and looked over at her.

Catching her breath, as he pulled her closer to him, Samantha smiled "I'm just going to sneak out while your asleep to explore." She teased, kissing his neck lightly, though she probably would do just that. Feeling herself begin to relax, she turned over a bit to rest her head on his chest, letting her index finger trace lightly around his belly button. She started to wonder what Jack thought of this, what he felt about her. They were partners, and depended on each other, but was this more than just sex? As she thought, she let her eyes close, feeling her head rise and fall with his chest as he breathed.

Jack smiled and kissed her lips softly, "Works for me partner," he knew that she would do that, which was part of her nature. He felt her index finger around his belly button as he breathed normally. He was quite relaxed with her as well. His right hand continued to stroke her hair and his left index finger outlined her belly button softly. Jack felt Samantha was more than just a partner to him, he had never felt this way about any female before. He knew she had her back, and he had hers, no doubt about that. The sex that they had was quite wonderful, and part of being partners. Yet, to him, in his mind, this was more than just a roll in the hay brought on by a half bottle of wine. Something was growing, and all Jack could do was to see where it led. He breathed softly, in contentment as his eyes drifted shut and fell asleep.

Once he fell asleep, Samantha slowly slipped from his arms, and got out of bed. Dressing herself quickly and quietly, she slipped out of the room, and snuck down to where the door they had seen was. She entered, looking around careful not to get seen by anyone. Once down the stairs, she found a large storage room full of crates, and decided to take a look in one of the large boxes.

Popping one open, she peered in, only to find foreign weapons she knew for a fact were illegal... especially on a cruise.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing missy?" A deep voice from behind asked, but before she could turn around, Samantha was caught. A dark cloth covered her eyes, and her hands were quickly tied behind her back. "Shit! Hey! Let me go asshole!" She yelled only to be muffled by a large, rough hand.

She was thrown down somewhere and heard a door slam shut, and voices of two men outside wherever cage was, soon after. One of the voices was familiar, it was definitely the man who had given her the wine at the dinner earlier. Something was up, but she was screwed, she needed to get loose and find Jack somehow. Suddenly, she heard the door open and a set of footsteps enter the room, she wasn't sure who it was at first, until he spoke. "Well well.. if you wanted to see me, you could have just asked.." the man said, obviously smiling, it was the man from dinner.

Jack remained fast asleep and did not notice she had left their room, although he figured she would anyway. The weapons were AK 47 automatic weapons from Russia and rifles from Czechoslovakia, with ammunition included. The crates were labeled, "Farm Machinery." The seaman who caught Sam peeking in the crate had put her in a cell, the room used to be a brig before it was moved to another part of the ship. He dragged her to the cell as he admired her belly button from her rode up shirt when she struggled, then put her inside.

Marconi was still in his dinner suit when he peeked into her cell. "It is so nice to see you again, but unfortunate you had to discover this. I guess I can't count on you to keep our little secret, can I." He paused... "Hmm... guess not." He sighed, "most unfortunate, yet for now I cannot dispose of you, you will be missed. But we will see each other again. " He then took a spray bottle of knockout spray and sprayed the contents at her face.

When he saw it's desired effect, he looked at the seaman, "Deposit her in one of the empty saunas, then move this cargo quickly... nothing should be left to chance." The seaman nodded, and opened her cell, then dragged her out of the cell Marconi stepped aside and watched as he saw her belly button fully exposed and in a vertical oval. After putting her over his left shoulder, he carried her down a side passageway to one of the saunas on the deck below, and laid her inside, then shut the door. He moved her shirt upward and looked her over before he left.

"Wait... wait! What are you doing? Dispose of me?? This cave be legal... my partner will tell our boss and he'll find me!" She said, trying to hide the panic in her voice, wishing she wasn't blindfolded. If she could see, she'd be able to catch more details to sketch out later, if and when Jack found her, which she hoped for. Struggling to remove her restraints, she was hit with spray, and blacked out.

Slowly, she woke up, still bound but she could tell by the wooden floor and warm dampness of the room, that she was now in a sauna. Her cell phone was in her jean shorts pocket... If she could get out of the restraints, she could contact Jack before the damp air affected her phone. Sitting up, she scooted over to a wall and used it to stand up. She stepped over her arms carefully, getting her arms in front of her now, and started to chew off the ropes, hoping to get free before anyone came to check.

Jack rolled over onto his left side, and woke up. He saw the bed was empty, and smiled with a slight smirk, "Yep, she did it, went off to check out that room." He laid on his back, then stretched, the covers barely covered his crotch, his belly and chest fully exposed and his belly button in a vertical oval.

After disposing Samantha in the sauna, three of Marconi's men, part of the Italian Princess crew, and well paid besides their ships' wages... set about to move the cargo and clean up the room. Dubbed the "cleaning crew" the room Samantha found the cargo was spotless. They then disappeared to do their routine duties while Marconi had found his way back to one of the many bars on the arcade deck, and was enjoying the activity.

Finally removing the pesky restraints, she took her eye cover off and grabbed her phone. Quickly she dialed Jack's number, and listened to it ringing, while she checked the door, unlocked. Peeking out the window, she didn't see anyone. Sighing in relief as soon as Jack picked up his cell, "Jack! I got caught, they threw me in a sauna... but it seems clear now... I found loads of illegal weapons in those cargo boxes... I'm sure they've been moved... but I need you!" She said, looking out the window.

Slowly, she opened the door and peeked out, no one was around. Quickly, she darted out of the room and back up up to where their cabin was, only to be caught by two of the men. She dropped her phone, but managed to yell out for Jack to hurry before they covered her mouth.

Jack heard his phone ring, and sat up on the side of the bed by the nightstand, then answered his cellphone. He listened, and nodded, "Seems then this wasn't just a pleasure cruise for us. I'm on my way." He hung up and dressed quickly in his trousers and blue shirt he wore on the ship, leaving the shirt untucked. He put his cellphone in his back right trousers pocket and went to open the door. It was then he heard her muffled scream.

When he opened the door he saw two of Marconi's thugs, one of them had covered her mouth, the other got ready to pick up her legs. He saw her cellphone on the floor, and her shirt rode high off her jeans shorts, by now just above her crotch from struggling. He took care of the thug getting ready to pick up her legs, with a kick to the side of the head with his right shoe. He then confronted the other thug. He let Samantha go and threw a wild right, that Jack ducked to avoid. He then followed with a solid kick to his stomach and a round house right to his jaw, he had been a boxer before he joined the London Police Force. When the two picked themselves off the corridor and ran, he got Samantha back inside the cabin, after he retrieved her cellphone, and shut the door.

Samantha was glad Jack had come, she knew he'd save her, he never failed at getting her out of tight spots before. She moved away as soon as the man released her, watching them fight, and sighing in relief as they ran. It always was attractive to see her faithful partner kicking ass, never failed to be Her heart pounding.

A soon as they were in the room, she threw her arms around him an kissed him deeply for a moment. She was really glad to be close to him again, too many foreign hands that night for her taste. "Thank you Jack!" She said, hugging him tightly still, pressing her breasts and stomach against him. Her stomach was still somewhat revealed, so her belly button was bare against his shirt.


A robust man with a well-defined chest and belly, his deep navel often visible. His hair adds to his masculine allure. He's not just physically strong but also quick-witted and resourceful, as evidenced by his background in boxing and the London Police Force. Despite being an Interpol agent, he carries an air of relaxation about him, often smirking or smiling subtly at situations. His calm demeanor masks a passionate side which manifests during intimate moments. He's protective yet respects Samantha's independence, always ready to step in when needed without overshadowing her capabilities. This balance between strength and gentleness makes him both an excellent partner in work and love.

Samantha was glad Jack had come, she knew he'd save her, he never failed at getting her out of tight spots before. She moved away as soon as the man released her, watching them fight, and sighing in relief as they ran. It always was attractive to see her faithful partner kicking ass, never failed to be Her heart pounding.

A soon as they were in the room, she threw her arms around him an kissed him deeply for a moment. She was really glad to be close to him again, too many foreign hands that night for her taste. "Thank you Jack!" She said, hugging him tightly still, pressing her breasts and stomach against him. Her stomach was still somewhat revealed, so her belly button was bare against his shirt.

Jack felt her breasts and stomach pressed against him as he kissed her deeply. His hands intersected at the small of her back, and pushed her top upward. After he kissed her he looked into her eyes, and then produced her cellphone in his right hand, "You lose this?" he smiled and then handed it to her. He had her back, whether he was her partner with Interpol, or now her partner in intimacy. "Anytime sexy," he nodded and then rubbed her nose with his. He kissed her lips again softly, and then fetched his laptop from under the bed.

He logged on to his secure laptop, made special by the tech branch of Interpol. He checked his e-mail, and looked at Samantha, "Just like I thought, an email from Oscar," he smirked. He opened the e-mail from their supervisor and started to read it, knowing it would explain why there were on the cruise, and not just for rest and recreation.


A nine-year-old girl with blonde hair tied up in ribbon pigtails. She has small bumps on her torso, indicating the early stages of puberty. She's quite feisty and spirited, refusing to be tricked or intimidated by the wicked witch who has captured her. Gretel is also quick-witted, coming up with the idea to use food as ammunition against her captor. Despite her young age, she seems to have an adventurous spirit and a curious nature that goes beyond what might be expected for someone of her years. Her comments about Hikari suggest she may has innocent crush or infatuation that she doesn't fully understand yet.

Gretel wrapped her fingers around the bars of her cage. "My foolish brother may be gullible enough to eat and eat and get fat! But not me!" The foolish old crone had filled the nine-year-old girl's cage with delectable delights, but to the ribbon pigtailed blonde with the small bumps bulging slightly on her torso, they were ammunition. Ammunition she was pelting the wicked witch with. It was the only thing she could think to do, as she looked around for the key.

The witch yelled as she stoked her fire, and food bounced off her. She grinned wickedly. The feisty ones always tasted best, so she just might save her fat brother for dessert. Gretel was going to need to be rescued... and soon.

Hikari was the eldest daughter of a woman in the witches council. Even though she wasn't as good or strong as her mother, she was still widely accepted in the council and was even sent off to do important tasks. Word had spread fast about a certain witch doing terrible things, and she had been sent to stop her. Once she arrived at the house, she didn't waste any time pulling out her wand and blasting through the door and flying in on her broom.

She had pointed her want towards the witch at first, but her attention was quickly changed to a girl trapped in a cage. If she were to try to fight now, the girl might have gotten injured, so she had to think of another plan. It didn't take her long to think, and she quickly sent a stream of fire at the witch before going over to the cage. She then carefully blasted the bars open as to not hurt the girl before turning around on her broom. "Hurry get on, I'll get you out of here!" She held up her wand towards the witch again, ready to counter while waiting for the girl to get on.

Gretel was so busy throwing things that the explosion of the gingerbread door didn't phase her. She did see the other witch arriving and look her way before engulfing her captor in flames and blowing open her cage door. She forgot all about her brother, locked elsewhere in the house, because she was entranced by the other witch's beauty. Sure, she was that same odd green color, but to her, she bit her lower lip.

"My... my... you're... pretty." She stammered, getting on the broom. She felt funny below and as Gretel pressed into the young woman's back, she would feel Gretel's nipples already erect. "I planned on roasting her, too. Wasn't gonna be as dramatic. Push her in her own oven. If I could get out... so... what's your name? Mine is Gretel." She hugged around the pretty witch's waist, laying her head against the back. "Ready to leave anywhere but here."

Hikari had stayed focused on the witch, but it didn't seem to matter anymore. The witch didn't seem to be able to avoid her first spell and was now burning. She soon heard the girl compliment her and giggled a bit. She didn't think the girl meant what she said and was just trying to increase her chances of getting out of the building. Once the girl got on, she felt something slightly poking her back, but she ignored it and just listened to the rest of what the girl had to say. Once she said she was ready to go, she flew out of the house and into the air.

"Well, I'm glad that it's over, and it went better than expected. Oh, right, as for your questions, I'll answer now. My name is Hikari." She then remembered the compliment and giggled again. "Also, you don't need to lie to me for me to help you, I'm sure I'm not pretty at all. I was just doing my job, or well, I suppose I wasn't, I mean, I was willing to let her go just to get you out." She shook her head and smiled. "But, I guess that doesn't matter, I did what I needed to do and got you out as a bonus. So, is there anywhere specific you want me to take you? Do you have somewhere you can go?"

Gretel accidentally (at least the first time as she moved from her position) rubbed her small breasts and erect nipples into the back of the witch. "Why don't you think you're pretty?" Except for the green skin tone, Hikari was attractive as witches go because of her heart. "You really are." Gretel moved slightly to better grip around the waist and pressed to her back. "My stepmother is cruel. Caning Hansel and me over the littlest slight. Most things not worthy." If the witch could indeed sense things regarding whether someone was lying or telling the truth, she'd sense Gretel was afraid to go home. Surely if a child is beaten over the slightest infraction, running away from home would get her the worse beating of her life.

Gretel purposely now snuggled, rubbing her small mounds into the young witch's back as her hands crept upward. Before the girl even realized what she was doing, she was doing a sort of rub her own budding mounds against the back, squirming slightly more into Hikari, with her own hands cupping the witch's breasts. Hansel, alone but safe from the dangers of being roasted and eaten were far from her mind; all but forgotten... she was now curious about something a good little nine-year old girl shouldn't be.


A witch with an unusual green skin tone, which doesn't detract from her beauty. She's part of the witches council, suggesting she holds some authority and respect among her peers. Despite this, she remains humble and even doubts her own attractiveness. Hikari is brave and decisive, able to act quickly in dangerous situations. Her willingness to rescue Gretel indicates that she has a strong sense of duty and compassion for others. Furthermore, her giggles suggest that she has a light-hearted side as well. Even though Hikari is focused on her tasks, she also shows empathy towards Gretel's situation and offers to help her further by taking her somewhere safe.

Hikari had stayed focused on the witch, but it didn't seem to matter anymore. The witch didn't seem to be able to avoid her first spell and was now burning. She soon heard the girl compliment her and giggled a bit. She didn't think the girl meant what she said and was just trying to increase her chances of getting out of the building. Once the girl got on, she felt something slightly poking her back, but she ignored it and just listened to the rest of what the girl had to say. Once she said she was ready to go, she flew out of the house and into the air.

"Well, I'm glad that it's over, and it went better than expected. Oh, right, as for your questions, I'll answer now. My name is Hikari." She then remembered the compliment and giggled again. "Also, you don't need to lie to me for me to help you, I'm sure I'm not pretty at all. I was just doing my job, or well, I suppose I wasn't, I mean, I was willing to let her go just to get you out." She shook her head and smiled. "But, I guess that doesn't matter, I did what I needed to do and got you out as a bonus. So, is there anywhere specific you want me to take you? Do you have somewhere you can go?"