A large, muscular individual with an imposing presence. As a Wendigo, he has features that are both intimidating and fascinating. He's straightforward and candid in his conversations, not shying away from discussing his unique dietary needs or living habits. Despite his potentially fearsome appearance, he shows consideration for Olivia's feelings and seems willing to compromise on shared living rules. He enjoys being active and socializing in different environments like the gym or bars. His independence is evident in his preference for being out of the room and exploring new places, yet he also appreciates companionship as shown by his willingness to involve Olivia in his routines.

"I go to the gym in the evening for an hour." Hassun told her, taking another drink from his large glass, already down to half in the short time they'd been eating. "I don't know what other clubs exist, so I don't know if there's anything else I'll be doing. Maybe a hiking club or something. Or I'll just go out every now and then, check out the bars and clubs around here." It was going to cut into her alone time, or her relatively alone time, with even him going to the gym nightly. Let alone if he wanted to go out to a bar or a club or something wild. He'd made that a habit before he'd come here. He wasn't exactly what people would call a social butterfly. He just liked being out of his room and somewhere new with atmosphere. A bar with drinks or a club with music. He'd met people at places like that, but he didn't go to them with that idea in mind. It just sort of happened.

Olivia wasn't all that surprised to hear that he went to the gym daily, especially considering how he was built like a truck. She had tried yoga a few times in the past, so she knew there was always something that could occupy her attention at the gym. She wouldn't even mind going hiking like he had suggested; both of her parents loved nature and they would frequently take outings when she was younger.

But when he mentioned bars or dance clubs, she nearly wrinkled her nose at the idea, but caught herself just in time. She generally found large crowds of people to be exhausting but as much as she would prefer to avoid that, she knew that it wouldn't be fair at all to Hassun. So if he wanted to spend his down-time out in public then she would suck it up and tag along. Maybe if she stuck close to him, his intimidating aura would scare people from trying to talk to her. Besides, her parents were always encouraging her to try out new things. "With a university being here, I'm sure there are plenty of bars and clubs nearby."

"Good. I hate being stuck inside." He said, finishing off his meal and sitting back to sip his ale. "And I hate drinking at home. Feels lazy and boring. No point."

"So, what's the rules you wanna play out for living together?" He asked, mentally sighing. If they had their own rooms, it would have been easier. He could do what he always did, not worry about sleeping naked, have privacy if he brought a girl or guy over, and just be able to nap on his own. But they didn't get that luxury, so they'd have to work out what was and what was not allowed in their room.

Chewing thoughtfully as she considered his question, Olivia took a moment to consider their situation. With them tethered together, it made it a bit harder for either of them to have much privacy; it wasn't like one of them could vacate the area if the other wanted to bring company over. Thankfully it was only for a couple of months, but still, it would be good to set down some ground rules. "Well, there are the general dorm rules like figuring out the schedules for cleaning the bathroom and the room, etc. I don't mind cooking for both of us if you chip in for groceries sometimes. Was there any specific rules you wanted to add?"

"Yeah, all of that is fine. I mean things like bringing people over, what we're allow to do, what we can't, that sort of stuff." He said. "We're going to be living together so its not like you want me walking around naked like I own the place, and I'm not going to enjoy if you're eating and leaving crumbs on the bed while reading, or you bring a guy over and make out while I'm trying to sleep. That sort of stuff."

Come to think of it, the tether was going to mean that they pretty much had to sync their schedules entirely and do everything together. Grocery shopping, doctors appointments, exams, errands. Not even marriage was that close, and people literally liked to call that situation a 'ball and chain'.

"I would appreciate it if you were clothed while in the room." Olivia didn't think her poor heart could handle seeing him walk around naked, she was fighting off a blush just thinking about it. "You won't have to worry about me bringing someone back to the dorm. And I can't really go anywhere except the hallway, so we might have to wait on all that until the end of the semester when the cuffs come off." She didn't really like the idea of being in hearing distance if he ever brought someone over, not to mention that they have to share the only bed in there, so she really hoped he was okay with avoiding bringing anyone over for the time being.

"Noted. On both counts." Hassun drawled. "I'm not really a people person anyway. At least not the kind to bring them home." He finished his ale and idly browsed the desert menu. He did have a sweet tooth at times after a good meal. He ended up ordering a large slice of their pecan pie, and it came quickly enough.

"Tell you what. You cook for us, and I'll keep the place clean. You're probably not going to shock me with any habits you have anyway..." he said, stabbing his fork into the pie and taking a large bite. Then his eyes flashed up to her, and there was something hard in that icy blue gaze. "...you do know about what I've gotta do to people, right? Every fortnight?"

"It's a deal." Olivia enjoyed cooking as it was, so she was okay with the arrangement. Or course she would still clean her side of the room like in her closet and under her desk, but if he was fine with doing the majority of the cleaning, then she wasn't going to complain. She glanced at the dessert menu but she was too full for anything else. She sipped on her water while he had his pie, though she set the glass down and met his piercing gaze full on. "I do." She replied calmly. "The university told me ahead of time about your diet and about the fridge in the room. And what you have to do in order to maintain your dietary requirements." She was sure to keep her eyes locked on his; if he was expecting her to be squeamish about the idea, he was going to be disappointed.

Hassun held her gaze for a moment. He had the power to sense fear, and other emotions. He could find out innately what someone's worst fear was and turn that on them with his true form, becoming a horror that had broken down even the hardest of criminals into jibbering piles of broken people when he had stalked them. But in Olivia he found... nothing. No fear. Not even a flinch at what he had to do. He ate people alive and she wasn't even registering terror. Either she was incredibly brave, incredibly kinky, or incredibly stupid.

"Good... good." He sighed, taking another bite of his dessert. "You might have to see it happen... when I have to go out and find someone to do it to. But it's always someone who deserves it. If you think anyone can deserve what I do to them. I mean, I could find a way to cheat these cufflinks so you don't have to..."

"The university made it pretty clear the cuffs can only come off when its an emergency and I don't think they would count what you do every two weeks as an emergency. Which is why they notified me ahead of time, to make sure I knew what was going to be happening once I arrived at the school." She refrained from reaching out to pat his hand, instead giving him a small smile as she took a sip of her water. "I'm not going to run away screaming or faint if that's what you're afraid of. Believe me, the school made sure I knew exactly what was going to happen before they paired us together."

Again she surprised him. And again Hassun thought she was either brave, kinky, or stupid. He'd find out which soon enough. He nodded his head. "Alright, as long as you know. Might actually make it easier to find people with you around..." He told her. He had finished off his dessert and stood from the table.

"Groceries, and then anything else you want to do?" He asked as they made their way to pay for the food.

"Does that mean you intend to use me as bait?" Olivia asked with a small snort of laughter at the thought. As small as she was, it might be easy for someone to mistake her for a lost child or just as being a woman in general would most likely attract unsavory characters. She stood as well, leaving behind a tip for their server before heading over to the register to pay for her meal. "Well, I heard there was a lawn party tonight near the main building, something about welcoming the new students. Or we could explore more of the campus like you wanted to do earlier."

"You might end up being bait anyway. That's what people can be like." He gave a shrug. He'd seen it happen before. It would happen again. "Let's see the rest of the campus, then hit that party. I haven't met many others here." He said to her, paying for his meal. It wasn't cheap, and yet somehow he had the funds to cover it. "You know anyone else here?"

"Sounds good to me." She replied as she paid for her meal. Her parents had insisted on giving her money for her living expenses while she was attending college, even though she had tried to tell them she was capable of finding a job or something else to support her, but they wouldn't hear any of it. She supposed they just weren't ready for her to fully leave the nest and become independent, so she would let them have this while they could.

"You're the first person I've really met since I arrived earlier, so no, I don't know anyone else. I'm sure I'll meet plenty of people in my classes but a party seems just as good as anywhere else to meet people." Hopefully no one would be too drunk by the time they arrived, but seeing as this was a college campus, there was bound to be someone. "did you have an specific meal you would like me to cook for you?" She asked as they stepped out of the restaurant, already writing a mental list of items she wanted to buy once they reached the store.

"I like steak. And burgers. And anything with a lot of meat." Hassun told her. "Stews and curries are nice, it's the only way I really eat vegetables. Or I forget to."

He walked with her along the paths that made up the campus. While there was one large main building with the auditorium in it, there was a dozen or so smaller ones with the varying classrooms and labs and workshops that were used for classes, as well as a central dormitory where they were staying. Cafes and food places had been leased space on the campus, and so had a few clothing stores and some electronics ones. There was one bar on campus, but it seemed like most people went off campus to drink, probably because the one on campus required so much security.

There was a gym, sports hall and an open air soccer and baseball field. Naturally this place had a lot of supernatural athletes coming here, not that they would ever compete in anything other than the supernatural leagues. Not even the Olympics had a division for mythical beings yet. Overall you could live here without ever having to leave the academy grounds, if you wanted to. But he would need to, and he wouldn't want to stay around them anyway.

"I can definitely make all of that, in fact I can make curry for us tomorrow if you want." Olivia said, adding the ingredients she would need to her mental list. The crickets were starting to softly chirp as the sun sunk lower on the horizon, a soft breeze rustling the leaves and branches in the trees along the path. Here and there she could see individuals lazing in hammocks or sprawled out on blankets, clearly enjoying the cooler weather the night brought them.

It was about a fifteen minute walk to the store, since it was situated just on the edge of campus. There were a few students milling through the aisles, picking up snacks or items they may have forgotten at home. Stepping inside the air-conditioned space, Olivia grabbed a small basket and looped it over her arm. The signs above swiftly directed her to the meat aisle where she placed what she would need for their meals inside the basket. "See anything else you want while we're over here?" She asked as glanced upwards at him.

Hassun looked over the packs of meat lying in the store fridges. He quickly picked up a few packs of beef and pork, and then some of the kidneys, hearts, and livers. He didn't know if she'd eat them, but he enjoyed cooking the offal that others would tend to avoid. Plus it was cheap because, usually, no one wanted it. But he also made sure to pick up some things that you'd expect any student to buy at the supermarket. Noodles, rice, a bag of chips, some bottles of diet soda, and even a few packs of energy drinks, the kind that made your face feel like it was full of bees after you finished drinking it.

He also picked up a pack of dark ales from the liquor section. He didn't like drinking at home, but if he was just having one every few nights it was fine for him, not like he could stand it every night. "You think we should buy anything for the lawn party?" he asked her.

"They said refreshments and snacks would be provided, but there's no telling if it's been eaten or drunk already, so you can bring something if you want." Olivia commented as she picked up some vegetables they would need for the curry as well as some spices and other seasonings for any meals in the future. She took a quick glance at what he had grabbed before deciding that she would grab more rice since it can be stored for a while and it goes with a lot of different meals.

As she glanced over the selection the store offered, she scowled lightly when she realized the kind she wanted was on the top shelf. Even standing on her tip toes did little more than brush her fingertips against it and she huffed in annoyance. She debated just climbing the shelf but she didn't want to bring the whole thing down. "Could you grab that for me please?" She asked Hassun, realizing there was no way she was getting it on her own.

Hassun eyed the bag of rice and then, instead of lifting it off the shelf for her, lifted Olivia up by the waist instead to bring her to the height of the top shelf. She weighed nearly nothing to him and he could easily put her back down after she grabbed the bag. He gave a slight chuckle. He had done it mostly to see what sort of reaction he would get from the much smaller girl.

Afterwards he would grab some snacks and more beer for the party, just to be sure. Even if things were provided he could bet people had brought their own food and drink as well, if for no other reason than to make sure the party had what they wanted.


A petite, young woman with a calm and composed demeanor. She is thoughtful, considerate, and has a strong sense of fairness, evident from her willingness to accommodate Hassun's routines and preferences despite her own discomforts. Her bravery stands out as she doesn't show fear or revulsion upon learning about Hassun's dietary requirement as a Wendigo. She's also practical and independent; she enjoys cooking and is ready to handle her share of responsibilities in their shared living arrangement. Despite being small in stature, she exhibits an inner strength that makes her quite formidable.

"I go to the gym in the evening for an hour." Hassun told her, taking another drink from his large glass, already down to half in the short time they'd been eating. "I don't know what other clubs exist, so I don't know if there's anything else I'll be doing. Maybe a hiking club or something. Or I'll just go out every now and then, check out the bars and clubs around here." It was going to cut into her alone time, or her relatively alone time, with even him going to the gym nightly. Let alone if he wanted to go out to a bar or a club or something wild. He'd made that a habit before he'd come here. He wasn't exactly what people would call a social butterfly. He just liked being out of his room and somewhere new with atmosphere. A bar with drinks or a club with music. He'd met people at places like that, but he didn't go to them with that idea in mind. It just sort of happened.

Olivia wasn't all that surprised to hear that he went to the gym daily, especially considering how he was built like a truck. She had tried yoga a few times in the past, so she knew there was always something that could occupy her attention at the gym. She wouldn't even mind going hiking like he had suggested; both of her parents loved nature and they would frequently take outings when she was younger.

But when he mentioned bars or dance clubs, she nearly wrinkled her nose at the idea, but caught herself just in time. She generally found large crowds of people to be exhausting but as much as she would prefer to avoid that, she knew that it wouldn't be fair at all to Hassun. So if he wanted to spend his down-time out in public then she would suck it up and tag along. Maybe if she stuck close to him, his intimidating aura would scare people from trying to talk to her. Besides, her parents were always encouraging her to try out new things. "With a university being here, I'm sure there are plenty of bars and clubs nearby."

"Good. I hate being stuck inside." He said, finishing off his meal and sitting back to sip his ale. "And I hate drinking at home. Feels lazy and boring. No point."

"So, what's the rules you wanna play out for living together?" He asked, mentally sighing. If they had their own rooms, it would have been easier. He could do what he always did, not worry about sleeping naked, have privacy if he brought a girl or guy over, and just be able to nap on his own. But they didn't get that luxury, so they'd have to work out what was and what was not allowed in their room.

Chewing thoughtfully as she considered his question, Olivia took a moment to consider their situation. With them tethered together, it made it a bit harder for either of them to have much privacy; it wasn't like one of them could vacate the area if the other wanted to bring company over. Thankfully it was only for a couple of months, but still, it would be good to set down some ground rules. "Well, there are the general dorm rules like figuring out the schedules for cleaning the bathroom and the room, etc. I don't mind cooking for both of us if you chip in for groceries sometimes. Was there any specific rules you wanted to add?"

"Yeah, all of that is fine. I mean things like bringing people over, what we're allow to do, what we can't, that sort of stuff." He said. "We're going to be living together so its not like you want me walking around naked like I own the place, and I'm not going to enjoy if you're eating and leaving crumbs on the bed while reading, or you bring a guy over and make out while I'm trying to sleep. That sort of stuff."

Come to think of it, the tether was going to mean that they pretty much had to sync their schedules entirely and do everything together. Grocery shopping, doctors appointments, exams, errands. Not even marriage was that close, and people literally liked to call that situation a 'ball and chain'.

"I would appreciate it if you were clothed while in the room." Olivia didn't think her poor heart could handle seeing him walk around naked, she was fighting off a blush just thinking about it. "You won't have to worry about me bringing someone back to the dorm. And I can't really go anywhere except the hallway, so we might have to wait on all that until the end of the semester when the cuffs come off." She didn't really like the idea of being in hearing distance if he ever brought someone over, not to mention that they have to share the only bed in there, so she really hoped he was okay with avoiding bringing anyone over for the time being.

"Noted. On both counts." Hassun drawled. "I'm not really a people person anyway. At least not the kind to bring them home." He finished his ale and idly browsed the desert menu. He did have a sweet tooth at times after a good meal. He ended up ordering a large slice of their pecan pie, and it came quickly enough.

"Tell you what. You cook for us, and I'll keep the place clean. You're probably not going to shock me with any habits you have anyway..." he said, stabbing his fork into the pie and taking a large bite. Then his eyes flashed up to her, and there was something hard in that icy blue gaze. "...you do know about what I've gotta do to people, right? Every fortnight?"

"It's a deal." Olivia enjoyed cooking as it was, so she was okay with the arrangement. Or course she would still clean her side of the room like in her closet and under her desk, but if he was fine with doing the majority of the cleaning, then she wasn't going to complain. She glanced at the dessert menu but she was too full for anything else. She sipped on her water while he had his pie, though she set the glass down and met his piercing gaze full on. "I do." She replied calmly. "The university told me ahead of time about your diet and about the fridge in the room. And what you have to do in order to maintain your dietary requirements." She was sure to keep her eyes locked on his; if he was expecting her to be squeamish about the idea, he was going to be disappointed.

Hassun held her gaze for a moment. He had the power to sense fear, and other emotions. He could find out innately what someone's worst fear was and turn that on them with his true form, becoming a horror that had broken down even the hardest of criminals into jibbering piles of broken people when he had stalked them. But in Olivia he found... nothing. No fear. Not even a flinch at what he had to do. He ate people alive and she wasn't even registering terror. Either she was incredibly brave, incredibly kinky, or incredibly stupid.

"Good... good." He sighed, taking another bite of his dessert. "You might have to see it happen... when I have to go out and find someone to do it to. But it's always someone who deserves it. If you think anyone can deserve what I do to them. I mean, I could find a way to cheat these cufflinks so you don't have to..."

"The university made it pretty clear the cuffs can only come off when its an emergency and I don't think they would count what you do every two weeks as an emergency. Which is why they notified me ahead of time, to make sure I knew what was going to be happening once I arrived at the school." She refrained from reaching out to pat his hand, instead giving him a small smile as she took a sip of her water. "I'm not going to run away screaming or faint if that's what you're afraid of. Believe me, the school made sure I knew exactly what was going to happen before they paired us together."

Again she surprised him. And again Hassun thought she was either brave, kinky, or stupid. He'd find out which soon enough. He nodded his head. "Alright, as long as you know. Might actually make it easier to find people with you around..." He told her. He had finished off his dessert and stood from the table.

"Groceries, and then anything else you want to do?" He asked as they made their way to pay for the food.

"Does that mean you intend to use me as bait?" Olivia asked with a small snort of laughter at the thought. As small as she was, it might be easy for someone to mistake her for a lost child or just as being a woman in general would most likely attract unsavory characters. She stood as well, leaving behind a tip for their server before heading over to the register to pay for her meal. "Well, I heard there was a lawn party tonight near the main building, something about welcoming the new students. Or we could explore more of the campus like you wanted to do earlier."

"You might end up being bait anyway. That's what people can be like." He gave a shrug. He'd seen it happen before. It would happen again. "Let's see the rest of the campus, then hit that party. I haven't met many others here." He said to her, paying for his meal. It wasn't cheap, and yet somehow he had the funds to cover it. "You know anyone else here?"

"Sounds good to me." She replied as she paid for her meal. Her parents had insisted on giving her money for her living expenses while she was attending college, even though she had tried to tell them she was capable of finding a job or something else to support her, but they wouldn't hear any of it. She supposed they just weren't ready for her to fully leave the nest and become independent, so she would let them have this while they could.

"You're the first person I've really met since I arrived earlier, so no, I don't know anyone else. I'm sure I'll meet plenty of people in my classes but a party seems just as good as anywhere else to meet people." Hopefully no one would be too drunk by the time they arrived, but seeing as this was a college campus, there was bound to be someone. "did you have an specific meal you would like me to cook for you?" She asked as they stepped out of the restaurant, already writing a mental list of items she wanted to buy once they reached the store.

"I like steak. And burgers. And anything with a lot of meat." Hassun told her. "Stews and curries are nice, it's the only way I really eat vegetables. Or I forget to."

He walked with her along the paths that made up the campus. While there was one large main building with the auditorium in it, there was a dozen or so smaller ones with the varying classrooms and labs and workshops that were used for classes, as well as a central dormitory where they were staying. Cafes and food places had been leased space on the campus, and so had a few clothing stores and some electronics ones. There was one bar on campus, but it seemed like most people went off campus to drink, probably because the one on campus required so much security.

There was a gym, sports hall and an open air soccer and baseball field. Naturally this place had a lot of supernatural athletes coming here, not that they would ever compete in anything other than the supernatural leagues. Not even the Olympics had a division for mythical beings yet. Overall you could live here without ever having to leave the academy grounds, if you wanted to. But he would need to, and he wouldn't want to stay around them anyway.

"I can definitely make all of that, in fact I can make curry for us tomorrow if you want." Olivia said, adding the ingredients she would need to her mental list. The crickets were starting to softly chirp as the sun sunk lower on the horizon, a soft breeze rustling the leaves and branches in the trees along the path. Here and there she could see individuals lazing in hammocks or sprawled out on blankets, clearly enjoying the cooler weather the night brought them.

It was about a fifteen minute walk to the store, since it was situated just on the edge of campus. There were a few students milling through the aisles, picking up snacks or items they may have forgotten at home. Stepping inside the air-conditioned space, Olivia grabbed a small basket and looped it over her arm. The signs above swiftly directed her to the meat aisle where she placed what she would need for their meals inside the basket. "See anything else you want while we're over here?" She asked as glanced upwards at him.

Hassun looked over the packs of meat lying in the store fridges. He quickly picked up a few packs of beef and pork, and then some of the kidneys, hearts, and livers. He didn't know if she'd eat them, but he enjoyed cooking the offal that others would tend to avoid. Plus it was cheap because, usually, no one wanted it. But he also made sure to pick up some things that you'd expect any student to buy at the supermarket. Noodles, rice, a bag of chips, some bottles of diet soda, and even a few packs of energy drinks, the kind that made your face feel like it was full of bees after you finished drinking it.

He also picked up a pack of dark ales from the liquor section. He didn't like drinking at home, but if he was just having one every few nights it was fine for him, not like he could stand it every night. "You think we should buy anything for the lawn party?" he asked her.

"They said refreshments and snacks would be provided, but there's no telling if it's been eaten or drunk already, so you can bring something if you want." Olivia commented as she picked up some vegetables they would need for the curry as well as some spices and other seasonings for any meals in the future. She took a quick glance at what he had grabbed before deciding that she would grab more rice since it can be stored for a while and it goes with a lot of different meals.

As she glanced over the selection the store offered, she scowled lightly when she realized the kind she wanted was on the top shelf. Even standing on her tip toes did little more than brush her fingertips against it and she huffed in annoyance. She debated just climbing the shelf but she didn't want to bring the whole thing down. "Could you grab that for me please?" She asked Hassun, realizing there was no way she was getting it on her own.

Hassun eyed the bag of rice and then, instead of lifting it off the shelf for her, lifted Olivia up by the waist instead to bring her to the height of the top shelf. She weighed nearly nothing to him and he could easily put her back down after she grabbed the bag. He gave a slight chuckle. He had done it mostly to see what sort of reaction he would get from the much smaller girl.

Afterwards he would grab some snacks and more beer for the party, just to be sure. Even if things were provided he could bet people had brought their own food and drink as well, if for no other reason than to make sure the party had what they wanted.

A small yelp escaped Olivia's throat, hands instinctively flying down to clutch at his arms as he lifted her up like she weighted no more than a feather. She had expected him to just grab it for her, not lift her up into the air! After her split second of shock at her feet leaving the ground so suddenly, she regained her composure and grabbed the bag of rice, holding it close as he settled her back down onto the ground. She wrinkled her nose at hearing his chuckle, realizing he most likely only did it to see her reaction.

After they had collected the rest of what they had come for, Olivia headed over to the register to pay. As everything was bagged, Olivia lifted the groceries up with a small huff, her small arms weighed down with bags.


A 19-year-old male with an average build suitable for a young adult. He is conflicted and apprehensive, yet driven by his desires. He possesses some level of awareness about the inappropriate nature of his actions with his younger sister but struggles to suppress these urges. His attempts at rationalizing and explaining his behavior suggest a manipulative streak. Despite this, he also displays care towards Sandy, showing worry about her reactions and feelings.

"Y-yes," he stammered. *Oh great. Here we go again.* "Sorry I-I just thought it would be... sweet," he didn't know what to say and didn't want to get into more explanation or lessons. The thought had crossed his mind a few times tonight to just pin her down and violate her. But he kept pushing that thought aside. It wasn't his style, and he was getting off anyway. He just didn't want to have these upsets every few minutes.

Sandy rubbed the side of her neck after he confessed to kissing her neck. She just thought it was a little weird, she didn't hate it, but now he was acting as though there was something wrong with it because of how worried his response was. So, was there actually something wrong with it after all?

She just laid her head back down on his chest, this time with her head facing away from him and the back of her head toward his face. His hands were still holding her butt, so she couldn't roll off him unless she struggled a bit, and she was not really upset enough to struggle. She just didn't quite understand what was wrong with him kissing her neck that made him react like that. She hadn't really thought anything more about it than if he had booped her nose, but his reaction said he thought he should get in trouble for it. She thought that was weird and she couldn't figure it out, so she just lay silently on his chest.

Sandy seemed troubled again even though she didn't say anything. He raised one hand to stroke her hair. "Look, Sandy, it's been a very eventful day with lots of ups and downs. I didn't want to upset you. I just felt like kissing you. Are you mad at me?"

"Mmm..." Sandy's only response to her brother's question was to grunt. She really wasn't mad at him, she didn't mind the kiss, she was just confused at his reaction. His reaction said there was something wrong with what he had done, and she didn't understand it. But the way he was talking now sounded like there was nothing wrong with it, and now the conflicting messaging was just confusing her.

He seemed worried that she was really mad at her, though. She was too confused to put any of this into words, so instead, she just showed it with her actions by hugging him with her whole body, giving him a quick extra squeeze with her arms and legs that were already wrapped around him, and then turning her head back to face him.

She didn't do or say anything more after that really. She just waited to see what he would do next.

Danny wrapped his arms around her tighter and gave her a little squeeze. He moved his head to kiss her forehead, then pulled back to smile at her. He was still getting slowly harder just from the contact and feeling her labia pressed against his stomach. He wasn't sure what he should do now though. He wanted to kiss her on the lips but wasn't sure how she would respond. All he could think to do was run his fingers up and down her spine while smiling at her.

Sandy liked being rubbed on the back by her brother, and she was starting to feel better after the kiss on the forehead. She really didn't want to be mad at Danny, and since he seemed scared about it before she guessed she had done something wrong. She wanted to get back to having fun.

It seemed this whole thing was about kissing, so maybe that was a way? She decided to try it. She looked up at him for a little while. She couldn't really see any features of his face in the darkness under the blankets, but she could sort of tell where his head was. She brought her face forward toward his cheek, and then kissed him on the corner of his jaw bone.

Danny was caught by surprise when she kissed his cheek. He rolled his head so he was facing her more and kissed her again. It was hard to tell, but he thought he caught the corner of her mouth. He had been running his fingers along the shirt she was wearing, but he hadn't noticed that it had bunched up on her. When he ran his fingers down, he passed the hem of the shirt, and his fingers brushed the bottom of her lower back and the top of her butt cracked. He was getting really excited again.

Sandy was not as surprised by Danny's return kiss as she was by the first one on her neck. She was interested a little bit though by the playful energy in it. Was this a new game? A kissing game? Well, it's probably OK for them to kiss each other as long as it's not like a boyfriend-girlfriend kiss on the lips. Mommy and Daddy even kiss her on her forehead and cheek, so there's nothing wrong with just kissing.

Danny had almost come close to kissing her on the mouth just there, but it was probably not his fault. So, Sandy excused it and was not disturbed at all. In fact, if this was a game, then she wanted to play. She giggled and rolled back on her hips a little, driving her groin into Danny's abs in the process. Then, she lunged forward, aiming to try and land a kiss on his forehead.

Danny could feel her rock back a little, and now he could really feel her labia against his abs. Not only that, but her butt or lower back bumped the head of his penis. He arched his back a little from the pleasure and surprise. When she lunged forward, he was so caught off guard that he couldn't move to see what she was doing. Her lips planted on him, and by instinct, he kissed her gently.

Danny moved while she was trying to get him. While she had intended to kiss his forehead, somehow, she wound up planting a kiss directly on his lips. It couldn't be seen in the dark, but her eyes went big as soon as she realized what she was doing. She jerked back immediately.

"Ahh!" She cried, sitting way back as her head shot up. She could feel Danny's wiener pressing on her fufa as she wound up sitting on top of it while she wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist. He didn't seem very bothered about letting her play with it before, so she was not very concerned about sitting on it like this. She was a lot more concerned about the whole kissing thing.

"I'm sorry!" She apologized quickly. "I... I was trying to kiss your forehead! Honest!"

Danny arched his back further, causing his penis to grind against her labia. He gasped and moaned with pure ecstasy as he continued to grind slowly. He was really leaking precum now and was arching to see what it would feel like if he pushed inside of her. He rocked back again, this time further. When he rocked forward again, his head actually pressed between her labia, and he stopped moving, his tip pressing on her clit.

Sandy hardly even noticed what Danny was doing with his wiener in her privates. However, she was becoming rather concerned about how he kept gasping and moaning. Did she hurt him somehow? OH NO! Did she accidentally smash his nose when she lunged forward like that!?

"Danny? Are you OK?" She asked, and then sat up and got onto her hands and knees, allowing Danny's wiener to flop free from under her. She pulled the blankets up and off of them, and then sat back down. When she sat down this time, she managed to hit Danny's wiener in such a way that it was sticking straight at her, and it gave her a really hard poke in the privates.

"Eeek!" She shrieked and then immediately jumped up off it. She sat herself down at the base of his rib cage and looked back over her shoulder at the wiener that was now pointing at the base of her spine but not actually touching her anymore. With that no longer an issue, she turned back to look at Danny's face to see if he was bleeding or something along those lines. She didn't SEE any blood, but she was still really worried about him as she stared down at his face.

Danny opened his eyes and looked at her face. "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you like that. You were sitting on my privates, and it felt really good. Would-would you sit on it again?" He was still breathing hard, and his heart was racing. He hoped that by simply asking, she might be willing to try it. But if he actually penetrated her and she didn't like it and decided to jump off, he wasn't sure he could stop himself from forcing the issue. He was so horny right now, and even by accident, she was teasing him.

"Huh? It felt good?" She was a little confused. Since she only got confused when he tried rubbing her privates before, she did not know how it could feel good to have your privates rubbed. "How does it feel good when I sit on your privates?" she asked him. She wasn't exactly against the idea; she was just confused right now. She would love to do this if he really wanted it, but she was frozen by her confusion and needed some further prompting first.

"It's... hard to explain. It's something adults do to enjoy each other's company. You are only in the second grade, but have you ever heard of... sex?" he was very excited. He was hoping that he could talk her into at least trying it. He was also hoping that it would make her feel good and not hurt too bad. He knew the first time could be painful for girls and he wasn't really big, just kind of average.


also known as "Squirt", she a 7-year-old girl. She's small and agile enough to move around on a bed with ease. Her personality is curious and playful yet naive due to her young age. She seems open to exploring new situations, even if they confuse her, which shows a certain level of adaptability. However, she lacks the understanding necessary to fully comprehend what's happening around her, particularly in relation to the more adult-oriented concepts introduced by her older brother.

"It's... hard to explain. It's something adults do to enjoy each other's company. You are only in the second grade, but have you ever heard of... sex?" he was very excited. He was hoping that he could talk her into at least trying it. He was also hoping that it would make her feel good and not hurt too bad. He knew the first time could be painful for girls and he wasn't really big, just kind of average.

Sandy had never even heard the word ''sex'' before, so, when Danny talked about it, she just looked around in a daze for a few seconds trying to process it. Something about adults sitting on each other's privates to enjoy their company? She really couldn't even start to imagine that. She pictured her daddy sitting in her mommy's lap, and she really didn't think that seemed like anything she had ever even heard of happening. It was only kids who sat in their parents' laps.

All the confusion was starting to hurt her head, so she just stopped thinking. She felt like her head was in a fog. That's right, Danny asked her if she had heard of something... ummm... no, she hadn't heard of it, so she just shook her head and then cast a curious gaze back over her shoulder to look at his wiener again.


A young princess of striking beauty, with full and perky breasts that emphasize her feminine allure. Her cheeks easily flush red, revealing a shy and modest nature. Despite this shyness, she demonstrates resilience in the face of danger and the ability to trust others deeply, as seen in her interactions with Peter. She's also thoughtful and cautious; she worries about potential threats and values privacy highly. However, she is capable of stepping out of her comfort zone when necessary.

Katherine was still curled up on her seat as an arrow shot through the doorway landing right by Peter's foot. It was a good thing that the men had bad aim as otherwise this could have become a much dangerous situation. As it was Katherine was panicked and felt frozen in place when the large man pushes into the carriage only to be dispatched by Peter before he could even finish what it was that he was going to say. But he had said enough. Now Katherine knew that the men were not after Peter, but after her. It would seem that they wanted to kill her, that they viewed her as evil. And that alone made her feel sick to her stomach.

It was only because Peter grabbed and pulled her that she managed to get to her feet long enough to exit the carriage on the other side so that it would form a shield protecting her. While he moved to the other side, she stands there for a moment only to slide down so that she is sitting on the ground with wide open eyes and some blood from the man dripping down her face. It was only a small amount thankfully yet still enough to have her feel the need to get clean sooner rather then later.

A hand held out, she looks up at him and shakes her head. What she had witnessed shocked her and made her wonder if he was telling the truth about her parents. Try as she might to force words out, all that came were sobs as tears poured down her cheeks, cutting trails through the blood. "W... why?" was all she managed to get out, still sitting there, hugging her legs to her chest.

Peter sighed softly, as he rubbed his forehead. "Katherine, it was a very nicely timed attack, I'll admit. It's almost like they heard our conversation! I don't want to sway you, at all. I gave you the facts, as unbiased as possible. I'll let you digest it, and come to your own conclusions." Peter assures her, seeing as she begins to cry and he sighs softly. Lifting her up like a child and bringing her back into the carriage, he tapped on the side of it to let Edward know they are still continuing on.

"Really sir...?" Edwards called back out. Peter sit down on the bench and lets her sit in his lap, holding her head against his shoulder as he holds her close.

"Of course! I have a beautiful Princess that needs to wash off, you think I'd miss that opportunity?" He teased the man ad he kissed the top of her head and rubbed her shoulder softly. "We'll get you nice and clean, we can enjoy the lake and the waterfall as long as you'd like before we head back. I'd hate to almost get killed for nothing..." he assured her as he rocked her gently. And the carriage was back on route.

While Katherine was admittedly still shaken up and still processing what had happened, she knew one thing for certain. Peter had saved her life, staged or not. If it wasn't for him she would likely be quite dead and the fact that she was still breathing was something she was rather thankful for. Lifted up into his arms she leans into him, all but clinging to him as she was brought back into the carriage. Katherine thought that he might set her down on the seat. Much to her surprise he instead held onto her, rubbing her shoulder and kissing the top of her head.

Her parents had loved her, she knew that. But they never showed affection physically outside of the occasional hug. And even then it had always felt like it was more for show then anything else. So to have someone willing to hold her after such a traumatic event was odd, yet soothing. "I do want to get clean." She says softly, almost hiding her face against his chest while her fingers clutch at his shirt. "I... I don't have a wash rag though, and I don't have the proper underthings to keep from exposing myself if I was to dip in the water. Is there somewhere at least private where we are going that I'll be able to bath in?"

Even though she had not been allowed to leave the castle there had been a pond that she had learned to swim in so she wasn't worried about drowning. She was simply worried about others trying to peek in as she cleaned herself.

One hand gently caressed her back as the other ran up and down her thigh. Strong digits gently caressing her soft skin as he planted another kiss on her head. "It'll just be us two. Edward will watch over the carriage. It's a private area, but nowhere you could hide from me really." Peter said with a soft chuckle as he pat her back softly. "Don't worry, love, I'll keep you safe."

When the carriage stopped, Peter slowly stood and got out of it, heading to the front as he held her still like a child. Waving to Edward, he walked down a thin pathway, and into the brush of the forest. After a few hundred yards, he reached a clearing of a soft meadow, that turned into a small, cute lake with a waterfall on the other end coming from a river. Peter slowly set her down, and begans to strip.

Tugging his shirt over his head revealed his strong, toned muscles. A soft hair on his chest and down his abs, leading to him removing his pants. His fat, meaty mass flopped out slowly. The thick beef slowly swinging side to side, a deep, masculine scent filled the air around him as the thick mass ached slowly. He stretched his nude body out, rolling his shoulders as he sighed softly. "Ready?"

Katherine was uncertain what to think about the fact that it would be the two of them and that she wouldn't be able to hide from Peter as to bathe in private. But surely he would not do anything untoward towards her. Or so she could hope. "Well, as long as you promise to keep me safe..." It had seemed like there were only three men that had been after her. Admittedly she was worried that there might be more lurking around. Perhaps there had been more, but when they saw what happened to the other three they decided to leave before they suffered the same fate.

Held in his arms she holds onto him as he stands once more to make sure that he would not drop her by accident. A bit longer of that and she finds that they were at a lake with a beautiful waterfall on the other end meaning that the water was fresh that they would be bathing in. While he stripped she turned around and took off her gown, suddenly thankful that she was not in one of her more elaborate ones that she would need help getting in and out of.

Naked she turns to Peter, her cheeks turning bright red at seeing his meaty mass swinging side to side as he stretches. "As... as ready as I am going to be..." She squeaks out, still bright red as she realized that he was now seeing her fully naked. Her breasts were full and perky, though her nipples were hardened thanks to the cool breeze that was rolling through. "The water isn't too deep, is it?"


A man of robust physique, with well-toned muscles and a hairy chest that descends into his abs, adding to his masculine appeal. His physical strength is complemented by a large, swinging genitalia. He exudes an air of confidence and command, effortlessly taking charge in situations and providing comfort when needed. Despite his strong exterior, he has a gentle side shown through his affectionate actions such as holding Katherine close and comforting her. His protective nature is evident in the way he ensures Katherine's safety at all times. He also possesses an easy-going charm that manifests itself in playful teasing.

One hand gently caressed her back as the other ran up and down her thigh. Strong digits gently caressing her soft skin as he planted another kiss on her head. "It'll just be us two. Edward will watch over the carriage. It's a private area, but nowhere you could hide from me really." Peter said with a soft chuckle as he pat her back softly. "Don't worry, love, I'll keep you safe."

When the carriage stopped, Peter slowly stood and got out of it, heading to the front as he held her still like a child. Waving to Edward, he walked down a thin pathway, and into the brush of the forest. After a few hundred yards, he reached a clearing of a soft meadow, that turned into a small, cute lake with a waterfall on the other end coming from a river. Peter slowly set her down, and begans to strip.

Tugging his shirt over his head revealed his strong, toned muscles. A soft hair on his chest and down his abs, leading to him removing his pants. His fat, meaty mass flopped out slowly. The thick beef slowly swinging side to side, a deep, masculine scent filled the air around him as the thick mass ached slowly. He stretched his nude body out, rolling his shoulders as he sighed softly. "Ready?"


A somewhat submissive and slightly naive individual, often finding himself surprised or caught off guard by Brimea's actions. He is sensitive and easily embarrassed, as shown by his reactions to the intimate encounters and clothing mishap. Despite this, he also displays a playful side during his banter with Brimea. He has an attractive physique given Brimea's attraction towards him.

Yasir couldn't help a smile. Perhaps, it was out of the blue but it wasn't so bad. Especially as she nestled against him, the warmth of her skin against his. Evidently, she had no intention of freeing him just yet. He shifted gently to make himself comfortable and closed his eyes. "Goodnight, Brimea." He murmured as she snored.

The next morning Yasir would awaken to find not only his bindings removed but also his companion. The mid-morning light shining through the window and the sounds of forging resonated from the door to the workshop.

Still sticky with sweat and cum, there was one thing on Yasir's mind. Bath. He climbed out of bed and made his way to Brimea's bathroom, thanking the Gods for the advent of Maghreb's running water as he drew the bath. It was hard to believe some places still relied on pulling water up from wells. He tweaked the device meant to warm the water, setting it to a sensible warmth. It was a clever innovation on Brimea's part inspired by her love of scorching hot showers, he swore she was trying to melt off his skin the one time they shared her tub. He sunk into the bath with relief, setting to scrubbing away the evidence of yesterday's debauchery.

As Yasir began washing and the light steam filled the room the door to the bathroom opened. In stepped Brimea though not in her usual workshop attire, but still showing some signs of sweat. Which told Yasir she must have come from there, as he had heard noises from it when he entered. "Having a relaxing soak I see?." She playfully chided.

"After yesterday, I think I deserve it." Yasir shot back playfully, reclined comfortably in the bathtub. The current state of the water was hardly spa quality but he was plenty satisfied to have his stiff muscles soothed by the warm water. "You look like you need one more." He teased, sitting up to stand from the water. He reached for the towel on the stool next to the tub and began drying his hair. "Want me to drain it and draw you a bath?"

"Oh but there's plenty of water left in there from what I can see." She purred as she approached quickly and firmly yanking the towel free from his grasp. "And you still look in need of a... thorough scrubbing." She finished with a bite of her bottom lip before climbing inside the tub and forcing Yasir back into the warm water. Her hand was icy to his freshly submerged skin and she seemed to take notice of that fact by tracing the skin around his nipple with her fingertip.

She moved to straddle the elf and lowered her hips into the water being sure to move her skirt so that it floated lazily atop the water's surface, obscuring the happenings below. Again Yasir's skin was alerted to the cold temperature of her body as her folds rested atop his horizontal shaft. "Your cock especially needs to be cleaned off properly if it is to be of use again." She winked as she began to slide the lips of her pussy up and down the length of his cock the chill of her skin and the rush of the warm water that followed the ebb and flow of her gyrations and the moans escaping her lips quickly becoming a bit overstimulating within moments.

"Oh, alright then." Yasir allowed himself to be pulled back into the bathtub. "Your clothes-" he had begun to say as she traced his nipple. His cock, however, showed none of his hesitations. As she lowered herself onto him, the chill of her body alarmed him. He gasped aloud and shuddered visibly, surprised as his hands found the edge of the tub. "You're freezing, are you alright?" He asked, both confused and concerned. Of all places, that was the warmest of the tiefling's warm, welcoming body. As she rode him, his grip slipped down to find her hips. The warmth of the bath and the chill of her skin fought for his attention in dizzying tandem. "Brimea..." He moaned, flustered still.

"How can I help you, lover boy?" A voice called from the once more opened doorway. There stood Brimea... another Brimea? The one in the doorway looked a bit more disheveled and had substantially more grease and grit upon her hands and outfit, a rugged charm of hers that almost seemed to enhance the glistening swear on her chest. "Or do you think you'll be done soon Brimea?" She called looking to the tiefling that now was gyrating so quickly the water in the tub seemed to swirl with her motions. "Only but a moment longer." The cold Brimea called back with a slight catch in her breath. "I don't think he was quite prepared for the sensation of my body Mistress." The Brimea in the doorway smirked. "That's my little jewel. Always seems to be so unprepared."

Yasir's head spun from the whiplash of looking between the two Brimea's. A simulacrum? She had sent a simulacrum to fuck him in the bath? He wasn't sure he had ever expressed a boundary in that matter and yet it still felt like one had been crossed as he stared back at the real Brimea incredulously. "I—" He stammered, cut off by the distraction in his lap. I am not. He thought but didn't quite believe it himself as he came in the simulacrum. He gasped, sinking back in the tub. "Can I just..." He panted. "Have breakfast before anyone else fucks me? Is that too much to ask?" He half-joked, but really he was a bit worried.

"Of course, would you like me to fetch you another good-berry?" The simulacrum asked as she stood, her clothes dripping relentlessly onto the tiled floor of the bathing room. "That won't be necessary Brimea, get yourself cleaned up and a change of clothes." She turned to the half-elf. "I suppose a nice lunch and some conversation is owed to our beleaguered half-elven companion." She turned and made her way back out towards her workshop, pausing just before closing the door. "Oh and your change of wardrobe can be found in the wardrobe in your room." She added pointing to the far corner of the room Yasir had previously been shackled in.

Yasir had opened his mouth to object but closed it when Brimea mentioned lunch. Yasir didn't dare argue, he was just grateful not to be thrust back into binds or into her muff next. A part of his stomach turned in shame at his complacency but he found himself only utter. "Oh, thanks." when she mentioned the wardrobe. He felt dizzy again as his mind raced. It had to be how hungry he was or... when did he last have a glass of water? He made his way to the wardrobe. "I swear, if it's some sort of lingerie." He muttered as he rested his hands on the knob.

"I'll bloody scre—" He squeezed his eyes shut as he opened the doors, praying it wasn't. Finally he peeked. "Nooo." He sighed. Did she have no mercy at all? He thought, flustered still. It was the only garment within the wardrobe. Short of arriving in the kitchen in the buff, this was it. He dressed hastily, wanting to get it over with. While this sort of lingerie had been common in their play, he was really hoping for some breeches and a shirt. Still, he could not manage the corset on his own, struggling to hold the tension while tying the laces. He was mortified to ask for help but still, his dallying wouldn't go unnoticed. "Um, Brimea?" He called, flushed red.

Only a few moments later Brimea walked in looking to be in an entirely different outfit. "Allow me to assist you." Brimea said as she moved towards Yasir her chill fingers brushing the bare skin of his back as she closed the corset around him. "The mistress awaits." She more told than announced.

"Thank you, Brimea." Yasir sighed, embarrassed for reasons he wasn't sure he understood. It was one thing for Brimea to see him like this but for a... simulacrum... of Brimea to... No, that didn't make any sense. There wasn't a distinction to be made. He swallowed his frustration as her fingers brushed his back. His face beat red as he turned to face her. "Right." He agreed, uncomfortable with the new formality that came with Brimea's magical subservience. He followed her to the kitchen, fighting to feel as confident as he had the last time he had worn an outfit like this.

Brimea was just beginning to sit down on the opposite end of the table when Yasir entered. A wide grin took her face. "I..." She stifled a laugh. "I thought you wanted to eat first." She snickered. "That's not to say I don't appreciate the choice." She was losing her composure more and more with each word before she finally broke out into a rancorous laughter, as he made his way to the table.

"I—" Yasir flushed the red of a fresh tomato, unable to get words out as she descended into laughter at his expense. He crossed his arms over his chest self-consciously as he made his way to the seat across from her. In truth, he wished he could just melt into oblivion and cease to exist but he was too hungry to flee. "I don't understand why you are surprised." He blustered. "It was the only thing in that damned wardrobe. It's clear you chose it!" He argued.

Brimea burst into a other fit at his remark and continued for some time. "Its... It's en... enchanted." She gasped out between her bouts of hysteria. "It gives you whatever outfit you want for 24 hours." She said as her shoulders bobbed, gesturing at his appearance. "So, no I didn't chose that for you... You did." She regressed to a wheezing state once more before finally collecting herself.

Yasir might have been purple if the blood could rush anymore to his face. "I didn't choose this—I... you... you played a damn head game with me, this isn't fair. I knew it was the type of thing you'd do!" Yasir reasoned, frustrated. "I... I want my clothes and I want to go home." He asserted, serious. It was quite clear he was at the limit of how much humiliation he could handle in one afternoon.

Brimea patted her hands in the air defensively. "Alright alright I'm sorry. I wasn't laughing at you. Merely the situation." She gestured to the table. "At least sit and eat, you haven't had a full meal since the night previous." The spread was practically a feast of foods, chock filled with both of their favorite foods and drinks. "Please I worked so hard." She begged with a pout.

Yasir wasn't swayed by her apology but Yasir's expression softened when she called attention to the spread she had prepared. "This is lovely, Brimea. Thank you." He told her, ever unable to truly hold anything against that adorable pout of hers. He sat down across from her with the awkward bend the corset forced. Chicken kebabs, owl bear steaks, falafel, seasoned rice, and nann. He set to filled his plate and took a bite from a handrolled falafel. "Mmm." He nodded, impressed. "You made all of this?" He asked not in disbelief but impressed. "With help from Brimea?" He teased. "I didn't know you had a simulacrum. I should really think about investing in one. Is the upkeep difficult?"

Brimea gave a shrug in between a few bites. "The making of it is the most costly investment but upkeep is as simple as making sure it doesn't get damaged. She does not require food, drink or sleep, so she is quite useful for everyday tasks. She does lack the ability to cast spells to the same potency as me so in terms of enchantment she's not entirely suitable, but she does retain my skill set so she's quite capable at the forge and workbench."

It made Yasir uncomfortable to refer to the simulacrum as an "it". She was too human, too much alike to Brimea in appearance. He wasn't sure how comfortable he would be with a clone of himself occupying his workshop but he supposed he would get used to it if it helped as much as Brimea described. "Huh, how much did it run you?" Yasir asked piling a piece of naan with rice and shwarma. "If you don't mind sharing." He amended, still set in the earlier formalities of their relationship a month prior. Sex had come before intimacy and trust, yet it had lasted a month later into something Yasir would, with all memories accounted, call more serious.


A confident and dominant individual, often taking the lead in her interactions with Yasir. She has a playful sense of humor, as evidenced by her enjoyment of teasing and surprising Yasir. She has an enticing presence that draws Yasir towards her. As a skilled enchantress capable of creating a simulacrum, she is also highly intelligent and resourceful. Moreover, she has some sort of coldness to her body during intimate encounters.

Yasir couldn't help a smile. Perhaps, it was out of the blue but it wasn't so bad. Especially as she nestled against him, the warmth of her skin against his. Evidently, she had no intention of freeing him just yet. He shifted gently to make himself comfortable and closed his eyes. "Goodnight, Brimea." He murmured as she snored.

The next morning Yasir would awaken to find not only his bindings removed but also his companion. The mid-morning light shining through the window and the sounds of forging resonated from the door to the workshop.

Still sticky with sweat and cum, there was one thing on Yasir's mind. Bath. He climbed out of bed and made his way to Brimea's bathroom, thanking the Gods for the advent of Maghreb's running water as he drew the bath. It was hard to believe some places still relied on pulling water up from wells. He tweaked the device meant to warm the water, setting it to a sensible warmth. It was a clever innovation on Brimea's part inspired by her love of scorching hot showers, he swore she was trying to melt off his skin the one time they shared her tub. He sunk into the bath with relief, setting to scrubbing away the evidence of yesterday's debauchery.

As Yasir began washing and the light steam filled the room the door to the bathroom opened. In stepped Brimea though not in her usual workshop attire, but still showing some signs of sweat. Which told Yasir she must have come from there, as he had heard noises from it when he entered. "Having a relaxing soak I see?." She playfully chided.

"After yesterday, I think I deserve it." Yasir shot back playfully, reclined comfortably in the bathtub. The current state of the water was hardly spa quality but he was plenty satisfied to have his stiff muscles soothed by the warm water. "You look like you need one more." He teased, sitting up to stand from the water. He reached for the towel on the stool next to the tub and began drying his hair. "Want me to drain it and draw you a bath?"

"Oh but there's plenty of water left in there from what I can see." She purred as she approached quickly and firmly yanking the towel free from his grasp. "And you still look in need of a... thorough scrubbing." She finished with a bite of her bottom lip before climbing inside the tub and forcing Yasir back into the warm water. Her hand was icy to his freshly submerged skin and she seemed to take notice of that fact by tracing the skin around his nipple with her fingertip.

She moved to straddle the elf and lowered her hips into the water being sure to move her skirt so that it floated lazily atop the water's surface, obscuring the happenings below. Again Yasir's skin was alerted to the cold temperature of her body as her folds rested atop his horizontal shaft. "Your cock especially needs to be cleaned off properly if it is to be of use again." She winked as she began to slide the lips of her pussy up and down the length of his cock the chill of her skin and the rush of the warm water that followed the ebb and flow of her gyrations and the moans escaping her lips quickly becoming a bit overstimulating within moments.

"Oh, alright then." Yasir allowed himself to be pulled back into the bathtub. "Your clothes-" he had begun to say as she traced his nipple. His cock, however, showed none of his hesitations. As she lowered herself onto him, the chill of her body alarmed him. He gasped aloud and shuddered visibly, surprised as his hands found the edge of the tub. "You're freezing, are you alright?" He asked, both confused and concerned. Of all places, that was the warmest of the tiefling's warm, welcoming body. As she rode him, his grip slipped down to find her hips. The warmth of the bath and the chill of her skin fought for his attention in dizzying tandem. "Brimea..." He moaned, flustered still.

"How can I help you, lover boy?" A voice called from the once more opened doorway. There stood Brimea... another Brimea? The one in the doorway looked a bit more disheveled and had substantially more grease and grit upon her hands and outfit, a rugged charm of hers that almost seemed to enhance the glistening swear on her chest. "Or do you think you'll be done soon Brimea?" She called looking to the tiefling that now was gyrating so quickly the water in the tub seemed to swirl with her motions. "Only but a moment longer." The cold Brimea called back with a slight catch in her breath. "I don't think he was quite prepared for the sensation of my body Mistress." The Brimea in the doorway smirked. "That's my little jewel. Always seems to be so unprepared."

Yasir's head spun from the whiplash of looking between the two Brimea's. A simulacrum? She had sent a simulacrum to fuck him in the bath? He wasn't sure he had ever expressed a boundary in that matter and yet it still felt like one had been crossed as he stared back at the real Brimea incredulously. "I—" He stammered, cut off by the distraction in his lap. I am not. He thought but didn't quite believe it himself as he came in the simulacrum. He gasped, sinking back in the tub. "Can I just..." He panted. "Have breakfast before anyone else fucks me? Is that too much to ask?" He half-joked, but really he was a bit worried.

"Of course, would you like me to fetch you another good-berry?" The simulacrum asked as she stood, her clothes dripping relentlessly onto the tiled floor of the bathing room. "That won't be necessary Brimea, get yourself cleaned up and a change of clothes." She turned to the half-elf. "I suppose a nice lunch and some conversation is owed to our beleaguered half-elven companion." She turned and made her way back out towards her workshop, pausing just before closing the door. "Oh and your change of wardrobe can be found in the wardrobe in your room." She added pointing to the far corner of the room Yasir had previously been shackled in.

Yasir had opened his mouth to object but closed it when Brimea mentioned lunch. Yasir didn't dare argue, he was just grateful not to be thrust back into binds or into her muff next. A part of his stomach turned in shame at his complacency but he found himself only utter. "Oh, thanks." when she mentioned the wardrobe. He felt dizzy again as his mind raced. It had to be how hungry he was or... when did he last have a glass of water? He made his way to the wardrobe. "I swear, if it's some sort of lingerie." He muttered as he rested his hands on the knob.

"I'll bloody scre—" He squeezed his eyes shut as he opened the doors, praying it wasn't. Finally he peeked. "Nooo." He sighed. Did she have no mercy at all? He thought, flustered still. It was the only garment within the wardrobe. Short of arriving in the kitchen in the buff, this was it. He dressed hastily, wanting to get it over with. While this sort of lingerie had been common in their play, he was really hoping for some breeches and a shirt. Still, he could not manage the corset on his own, struggling to hold the tension while tying the laces. He was mortified to ask for help but still, his dallying wouldn't go unnoticed. "Um, Brimea?" He called, flushed red.

Only a few moments later Brimea walked in looking to be in an entirely different outfit. "Allow me to assist you." Brimea said as she moved towards Yasir her chill fingers brushing the bare skin of his back as she closed the corset around him. "The mistress awaits." She more told than announced.

"Thank you, Brimea." Yasir sighed, embarrassed for reasons he wasn't sure he understood. It was one thing for Brimea to see him like this but for a... simulacrum... of Brimea to... No, that didn't make any sense. There wasn't a distinction to be made. He swallowed his frustration as her fingers brushed his back. His face beat red as he turned to face her. "Right." He agreed, uncomfortable with the new formality that came with Brimea's magical subservience. He followed her to the kitchen, fighting to feel as confident as he had the last time he had worn an outfit like this.

Brimea was just beginning to sit down on the opposite end of the table when Yasir entered. A wide grin took her face. "I..." She stifled a laugh. "I thought you wanted to eat first." She snickered. "That's not to say I don't appreciate the choice." She was losing her composure more and more with each word before she finally broke out into a rancorous laughter, as he made his way to the table.

"I—" Yasir flushed the red of a fresh tomato, unable to get words out as she descended into laughter at his expense. He crossed his arms over his chest self-consciously as he made his way to the seat across from her. In truth, he wished he could just melt into oblivion and cease to exist but he was too hungry to flee. "I don't understand why you are surprised." He blustered. "It was the only thing in that damned wardrobe. It's clear you chose it!" He argued.

Brimea burst into a other fit at his remark and continued for some time. "Its... It's en... enchanted." She gasped out between her bouts of hysteria. "It gives you whatever outfit you want for 24 hours." She said as her shoulders bobbed, gesturing at his appearance. "So, no I didn't chose that for you... You did." She regressed to a wheezing state once more before finally collecting herself.

Yasir might have been purple if the blood could rush anymore to his face. "I didn't choose this—I... you... you played a damn head game with me, this isn't fair. I knew it was the type of thing you'd do!" Yasir reasoned, frustrated. "I... I want my clothes and I want to go home." He asserted, serious. It was quite clear he was at the limit of how much humiliation he could handle in one afternoon.

Brimea patted her hands in the air defensively. "Alright alright I'm sorry. I wasn't laughing at you. Merely the situation." She gestured to the table. "At least sit and eat, you haven't had a full meal since the night previous." The spread was practically a feast of foods, chock filled with both of their favorite foods and drinks. "Please I worked so hard." She begged with a pout.

Yasir wasn't swayed by her apology but Yasir's expression softened when she called attention to the spread she had prepared. "This is lovely, Brimea. Thank you." He told her, ever unable to truly hold anything against that adorable pout of hers. He sat down across from her with the awkward bend the corset forced. Chicken kebabs, owl bear steaks, falafel, seasoned rice, and nann. He set to filled his plate and took a bite from a handrolled falafel. "Mmm." He nodded, impressed. "You made all of this?" He asked not in disbelief but impressed. "With help from Brimea?" He teased. "I didn't know you had a simulacrum. I should really think about investing in one. Is the upkeep difficult?"

Brimea gave a shrug in between a few bites. "The making of it is the most costly investment but upkeep is as simple as making sure it doesn't get damaged. She does not require food, drink or sleep, so she is quite useful for everyday tasks. She does lack the ability to cast spells to the same potency as me so in terms of enchantment she's not entirely suitable, but she does retain my skill set so she's quite capable at the forge and workbench."


A tough and determined warrior with a strong physical presence. He has trust issues and is hesitant to reveal his identity, suggesting his secretive and cautious nature. Despite his injuries, he remains focused on avenging his family's death, indicating a sense of loyalty and unwavering resolve. His serious demeanor and willingness to threaten Aurora imply that he may have had a difficult past or experienced hardships that shaped his personality.

Alexi looked up at Aurora as she told him her name, and he debated as to whether or not he should tell her his name. There was a part of him that did agree with what she had said. He knew that they were probably going to have to trust each other... especially him if he wanted to recover and leave her home. Alexi sighed softly to himself. "My name..." He cut himself off for a few moments, as he really wasn't sure if he could go ahead and tell her his name. Sure, she may live alone, and sure, she may not have seen other people for years, but that didn't stop him from thinking that she could run into someone on her travels. "My name... is... Alexi." The look on his face suddenly became serious as soon as he had told her his name. "You cannot tell... anyone of my name... otherwise... I will be forced to... kill you when I am... fully recovered."

"Well it is nice to meet you Alexi" Aurora got another spoonful of broth and fed it to him, and repeated the action several times until until all the broth was gone the whole seeming to ignore his threats of killing her, she found that they meant nothing to her. She stood once again setting the broth down then she went to the tray with the cup and tea kettle and pour the hot water into the cup. She let the herbs in the cup steep for a moment before bring it over to him. "This will taste horrible but it will help you heal faster." She then carefully helped him to drink.

Alexi didn't really say much when Aurora had told him that it was nice to meet him. He was grateful for the help that she was giving him as she was helping him to eat. However, it didn't really stop him from feeling completely and utterly helpless. It was a feeling that Alexi didn't really like, but at the same time, it wasn't as if there was much that he was able to do about it right now. Of course, he was hoping that she was going to take his threats seriously, but he couldn't be sure if she would or not. Still, that wasn't going to stop him from continuing to threaten to kill her if he really had to. Alexi wasn't really too sure how long it was going to take him to recover from his wound, but he was hoping that it wasn't going to take him too long. However, he wasn't going to hold his breath, simply because of how bad his wound had been.

Alexi did wonder what she was up to when she had moved away for a moment. He tilted his head to the side slightly when she returned with a hot cup of something. At first, he was reluctant to drink it, and it didn't really help that the drink didn't smell all that great either. He moved his head away for a moment as she had tried to help him drink a little bit. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't move away too much, and it wasn't long before she was able to get him to drink the drink. Alexi pulled a face as the taste of the drink hit him. It really did taste quite disgusting. He really didn't like the way it tasted at all, but he did want to get better. Alexi pulled away for a moment and looked back to Aurora once more. "That... tastes... vile. Is there nothing... you can do to... make it taste... better?" He asked in a somewhat curious tone. "And... how long am... I going... to... be here?"

Aurora watched as he struggled to avoid the drink, she knew the smell of the brew was nothing compared to the taste however she also knew how helpful it was to healing, haven taken a time or tow herself. Once he did finally drink it she was glad because she knew it would help. "No i am sorry the herbs in this are so strong that nothing mask the flavor." She smiled and set the cup down. "As for how long you will be here that is up to you really, you have to let your body heal, and to be honest all you doing when you threaten my life and worry about if I will tell someone is just keeping yourself here longer. You putting your body through unneeded stress which makes it harder to heal."

Alexi did his best to get the taste of the drink out of his mouth after he had been forced to drink the horrible drink. He didn't want to drink it, mainly because of just how awful it tasted, but it was difficult to avoid it when it was being forced upon him. Alexi shifted a little bit in the bed as Aurora spoke once again. He rolled his eyes a little before he shook his head. "Well, how many more times... are I going... to have to drink that... stuff?" He asked in a somewhat curious tone. There was a part of him that was hoping that he wouldn't have to drink it anymore, but then there was another part of him that got the feeling that he was going to have to drink the awful drink right up until the point in which he was healed.

Of course, he was hoping that this wasn't going to be the case, but then he wasn't going to hold his breath either. "I cannot afford to be here... for too long. I have to... move on so... I can find those... responsible. They... must... die." He said through gritted teeth, still speaking in that ever serious tone. Sure, he hadn't had much luck in locating those who had been responsible for the death of his family, but that didn't stop him from continuing the search for them. He was determined that he was going to find them one way or another. "What made you... save me... anyway?" He asked curiously. "I am... grateful... but still, I can't help... but wonder... why."

Aurora smiled a little. "Well I would recommend drink that until you are healed, as I said it meant to help you heal which would result in you being able to leave here sooner, however if the taste is to much for a man such as yourself I understand and will stop giving it to you if you would like." She smiled a bit more to herself than to him almost challenging him to drink which she figured he might go since he seemed be a tough guy. "As for why I saved its simple, I do not like to see anything suffer needlessly, not if I have the power to help."

Alexi shifted in the bed ever so slightly as he listened to Aurora speaking. There was a part of him that had been hoping she would say he wouldn't need to consume that drink again. Unfortunately for him, his hopes were soon dashed as he heard what she had to say. He sighed softly to himself before looking back to her once more. "I really didn't like the... way that tasted... but I guess I can... learn to... put up with it if... it will help me to get better." He knew that he was going to hate that drink, but at the same time, he did want to get better. He just didn't like the fact that he was going to need that drink to help him get better. "Anyway... umm... I am grateful that you... saved me... otherwise I would... have died there... with those other... rogue warriors."

"We'll next time I will try to give you something afterwards that will help get the taste from your mouth at least." Aurora looked him a bit noticing his blanks were getting kind of twisted. She moved to make the bed a little more comfortable for him. Once she was done she smiled at him. "Is there anything else I can do your you?"

Alexi smiled a little bit as Aurora told him she would try to give him something to help with the taste of the drink the next time she was going to give him it. For this, he definitely did feel grateful, especially when he thought about just how bad the drink had really tasted. Still, if he was to recover, he knew it was something he was going to have to learn to put up with. "Thank you... I would really... appreciate that... but what could... you give me that... could help to remove... the taste?" He asked in a somewhat curious tone. He did feel a little more comfortable as she had adjusted his twisted blankets. When she was done, he looked back to her with a smile after her question to him. "No... I don't think... there is... thanks." He said, smiling a little.


A caring and compassionate woman, not easily intimidated by threats or difficult situations. She is nurturing in appearance and demeanor, reflecting her role as a caretaker for Alexi. Her calm attitude and willingness to help others suggest a kind-hearted nature with an inherent sense of empathy. Despite the challenges she faces while taking care of Alexi, she remains patient and understanding, indicating a strong character and resilience.

"We'll next time I will try to give you something afterwards that will help get the taste from your mouth at least." Aurora looked him a bit noticing his blanks were getting kind of twisted. She moved to make the bed a little more comfortable for him. Once she was done she smiled at him. "Is there anything else I can do your you?"


A teenage boy. He possesses a strong physique as suggested by his visible erection through his boxers. Initially, he is portrayed as aggressive and impatient, especially when it comes to satisfying his lustful desires. However, under Ariella's guidance and control, he shows an ability to be submissive and respectful. His willingness to follow her instructions suggests that he can adapt and learn from his mistakes. Despite being initially frustrated and demanding with Ariella, he demonstrates a capacity for gentleness during their intimate interaction.

Max was in distress, no matter how much he jerked off to try and lose the erection, he couldn't find release. His mind was telling him to find a girl, and find one soon. Though he also realized that there could only have been one person to do this kind of thing to him. He slipped on a pair of boxers, though knowing his erection was pushing out greatly still as he moved out of his room and down to Ariella's door, banging on it. "Ariella! Come out and explain this to me!" He demanded of her.

Little did he know what had happened to both of them, what she had done to him with her magic and to herself just now as he waited, only getting more frustrated with the lack of release, his balls soon starting to ache from the wanton lust of lying with a woman.

She giggled when Max came to her door, bashing on it out of frustration with it being locked. "Explain what? You tried to fuck her when you knew she wouldn't let you, and knowing you, I doubt you even considered asking her about it." she says, grinning, "So tell me why I should have to explain it to you?"

Still, she stood up and went to her door, "If you promise to speak nicely, I will open the door and I might even show you how you can get a girl to agree to sleep with you." she continues, somewhat politely, but the condescending tone still present in her voice as she walked to the door and stood behind it.

Growling deep in his throat at her words, Max's suspicions of her having a finger in it all arose even more. He felt his hands clench into fists as he knew this might be his only chance to get a girl who was willing. His mind was still blurry from the lust in his body, pulsing through his veins and keeping his length erect at full size. "Fine. I'll talk nicely." He said, seeming to cool himself down some. "But if you make a mockery of me, I will make sure you regret it." He warned her, knowing he wouldn't be able to stand it if she laughed at him in this state. It would simply be too humiliating for him to bear.

When he sounded a bit calmer, Ariella put on some pyjama pants before opening the door for him, and then walked back to her bed. "You know what the problem was?" she asked, but not letting him answer before she answered it as she turned, "I didn't hear you... asking... nice... ly" her words slowing down and dropping off when she saw he was still hard and just how far out it stuck. Blushing and returning her eyes to his face, she continued, and patted the bed next to her, she signaled for him to come and sit. Her look returned to his crotch though, and went red, tingles running through her at the sight. "If you like, you could show me exactly what you did, and I could then show you how to do it better next time, if she agrees to see you again."

Hearing her words change and seeing the blush on her cheeks, Max knew that she had noticed his erection. And for some reason, he was only turned on more by her seeing it as he nodded, moving to sit next to her. "I..." His voice trailed off, he wasn't able to believe that he was about to admit to his sister that he had gone too fast with Jennifer. He had never been this intimate with her either as he nodded, realizing it had to be said. "I was too fast, I forgot to ask." He admitted. "I would like to... please..." He barely whispered the last bit, looking to her as he could feel her eyes on his clear erection. Something inside him told him to cut it off, but a bigger part told him to give in to it, to take his sister despite her being younger than him.

Smiling reassuringly to him, Ariella nodded gently, "I'm just curious though... could you show me exactly what you did? Kind of a step by step replay so I can see what you did wrong, other than not asking, to make her hit you." She couldn't resist the teasing her brother though, "But if it's hurting you, maybe in a little bit I could help you with that. I've been told those things can hurt if they don't go down. But helping you will be on my terms, not yours. You have to be nice to me."

"We can try that after." Nodding, Max had listened to her, his hands on his legs by his knees as he decided to begin it. "Well, we begun by watching a movie, Jennifer lying in against me like this." He told her, gently guiding her in between his legs, blushing as his erection pressed up against her lower back, his arms moving around her waist. "Like that, without the erection, of course." He said, fighting back the urges to just take his sister right there as he slowly guided her through the night, until he got to the point where they were spooning, and he turned her around, looking into her eyes. "About this point, we started undressing down to underwear." He whispered, having been gentle through it all, though not sure how she would feel about undressing, or even if she had underwear on beneath her pyjamas, his length pushing up against her lower stomach.

Listening quietly to him, Ariella nodded, and smirked inwardly each time he moved her to a new position and she felt him poking somewhere else. She couldn't shake the red from her cheeks however as each move brought fresh waves of heat between her thighs. "So... uhm not counting you being my brother, this feels quite nice." she says as she looks up to him, and then the wave of heat spread further through her, "I did say to show me step by step, so I guess we need to strip to continue, but you gotta promise not to stare like you did when I told you off before."

Ariella sat up from against him, and then stood, pulling the pants off, and then went even redder than before as she started to undo her shirt. "Could... uhm... would you like to help?" she asked, not really sure where the urge to ask him to undress her came from, but still enjoying the idea of it none the less.

It didn't help on the pain in his balls and length from every time Max changed position, knowing there was a young, fertile girl in his arms every single time as he let her sit up, seeing her pants disappearing and noticing there were no panties beneath. He bit his lower lip as he nodded to her words. "I promise." He had whispered earlier as he this time moved up, sitting behind her, letting his arms around her body, his hands gliding up her stomach and onto her breasts, softly touching her body as he kissed her neck. He hadn't exactly done it like that with Jennifer, but he just felt it was needed as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt while nibbling on her neck, removing it and seeing the pyjamas top beneath.

He let his hands run to the hem, grasping and pulling upwards. "I want to see you naked, can I?" He asked softly, his body pressing softly into her back, his length nestled down between her asscheeks.

Almost giggling, not out of laughing at him, but more at the way he was being so nice to her now, Ariella nodded to him, "You can, but only if your boxers come off too." she says, reminding him of her determination to keep it fair, and on her terms. Turning around slowly as her shirt is pulled up, she smiles shyly to him, subconsciously her thighs press together in slight anticipation of what is to come. "You see what happens when you be nice to a girl?" she playfully teases him, leaning up to give him a kiss on his cheek. "Now, we can stop with the step by step. I know you would have kissed her, and then moved between her legs, trying to fuck her. I have only one thing to say about it. You will do as I say and you will do that, but you will focus on making me enjoy it, alright? You are going to please me whenever I want you to."

Nodding, Max pulled her shirt off as she turned, seeing her naked in front of him for a moment. It was then he realized he was still in his boxers as he rose, slipping them down and off as he felt her kiss his cheek, his length springing free, showing fully to her. It was almost eight and a half inches long, nearly two inches thick and a single vein seemed to prop out, showing that it was somewhat painful by now. He understood what she meant by her words as he moved in towards her. He couldn't help but feel himself melting at her words, at her showing determination, domination and basically making sure he wouldn't do anything she didn't like. "I will." He nodded, pledging silently to her as he felt how he seemed to shrink against her, letting her be the dominant one.


A 15 years old girl, despite her youth, possesses a mature and commanding presence. Her ability to use magic suggests an air of mystery around her. She is confident and unafraid in the face of Max's aggression and sexual tension. Her teasing nature indicates she enjoys having control over situations and people, particularly over Max. Despite this, she also shows kindness and patience in guiding him through his mistakes. Physically, she is attractive enough to stir desire within Max, even though their relationship is not typically one of a sexual nature.

Almost giggling, not out of laughing at him, but more at the way he was being so nice to her now, Ariella nodded to him, "You can, but only if your boxers come off too." she says, reminding him of her determination to keep it fair, and on her terms. Turning around slowly as her shirt is pulled up, she smiles shyly to him, subconsciously her thighs press together in slight anticipation of what is to come. "You see what happens when you be nice to a girl?" she playfully teases him, leaning up to give him a kiss on his cheek. "Now, we can stop with the step by step. I know you would have kissed her, and then moved between her legs, trying to fuck her. I have only one thing to say about it. You will do as I say and you will do that, but you will focus on making me enjoy it, alright? You are going to please me whenever I want you to."