A girl who radiates an aura of intelligence and determination. Her attractive features are highlighted by her expressive eyes, which often reveal more than she intends. She blushes easily, indicating a certain level of shyness or modesty despite her bold actions. However, beneath this seemingly delicate exterior lies a fierce and strong-willed individual capable of standing up for herself and those she loves. Her capacity to make tough decisions demonstrates her independence, while her passionate nature reveals a deep-seated desire for love and acceptance.

The feeling of Draco cumming inside Hermione sent sparks through her, and her entire body tensed beneath his as she orgasmed with him. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her pleasure rolled down her legs and up into her body. "Oh Draco..." she whispered.

Hermione blushed as her head cleared a bit after her orgasm, "I'll leave with you, right now if you want. I can't live without you anymore, and Ron is an idiot. I'll grab my things now if you'll let me come." She looked over at him as he rolled to the side, "Was I... good for you Draco?"

"Oh, yes." His smile widened. "You were excellent. Much better than other girls I've been with. And how about me?" Draco couldn't believe that Hermione Hermione was asking for his opinion. Making a mental note to replenish the Amortentia later on, Draco got shakily out of the bed. He was still ready to have another go, and yet it wouldn't do to take any unnecessary risks. "Come with me. Take your things, and well..." He could hardly suppose that no one would notice if they walked out of the Burrow. "Tell the Weasleys and Potter that you want nothing to do with them anymore. I don't suppose they can do anything. You aren't married. It's your right. Go on. I'm waiting."

"You were amazing Draco... I loved every second of it. I didn't know rough sex could be so good." Hermione blushed as she stood and grabbed her wand, using it to gather her things much more quickly. Once she was done, she swallowed nervously before composing herself and heading downstairs.

This is what Draco wants, she thought to herself. When she entered the kitchen, she cleared her throat, then said, "I'm leaving, tonight. Now. And I'm not coming back. I'm done with all of this, and it's time I go make my own life. I'm sorry if this hurts, and Ron, you should find someone who you can actually keep up with intellectually. Don't try to argue or stop me, because my mind is made up, and I'll curse anyone who gets in my way." She spun on her heels and walked back upstairs to get her things, not looking back or waiting for a response. She left a shocked silence at the table, with Ron looking sick to his stomach, but all she cared about was Draco. He actually wanted her, and she'd be his, in any way he wanted.

Ron had got to his feet, staring around. He was dumbfounded. "What did she say?" he said in a hoarse whisper. "Did you hear her?" His father waved it down. "She was just asking, Ron. Sit down." There were a few mutters around the table. "I'll go check on her," the red-head replied, and rushed up the stairs in Hermione's wake.

Draco was nodding approvingly as Hermione walked back into the room. He pulled her in for a brief kiss. "That's my girl. Now, it's time to—" his words were cut short as he noticed Ron standing in the doorway. The Weasley's face was ashen white. Draco grinned, disentangling himself from the brunette. "What's it, Weasley? Hermione and I were just leaving."

"You snogged her," Ron said in a disbelieving voice. He moved forward like a man in a dream. He fished out his wand. "Don't be ridiculous," Draco simpered. "She'd curse you into a thousand pieces. Wouldn't you, Hermione?"

The kiss made Hermione shiver with delight, and when Draco had called her his girl so approvingly, she could've melted right there. Instead, that freckly little git had to barge in and ruin everything. Hermione already had her wand out and pointed at Ron before Draco had spoken. "I will if I have to. Don't make me hurt you Ronald. I love Draco, not you, and I'm leaving with him right now. I don't care what you think about it. Now stand aside, or you'll be in St. Mungo's until Easter."

Draco laughed softly, clapping a hand on her. "Told you. Now, are you leaving or not? No one wants to hurt you, Weasley. So go fuck yourself." It seemed as if Ron could hardly believe what was happening. He moved a little closer. He spoke as if it caused him a great deal of pain. "A while back.. when we were having dinner... you were moaning."

"Oh, yes. That was me," Draco smiled. "And she's agreed that I'm much better than you." Almost as if he wanted to goad on Weasley, he slowly pulled up Hermione's robes. "Hermione's wet whenever she thinks of me, aren't you?" Ron snarled, brandishing his wand. It hit Draco on the chest, and he tumbled onto the floor with a grunt.

Hermione blushed as Draco exposed her. It made her feel like a plaything more than a lover, but he was right, even now she was so wet for him, and not just because his cum was running down her inner thighs from their earlier fuck.

Almost as quickly as Ron's spell hit Draco, her own hit Ron. It dropped him to the floor instantly, alive but gravely injured. She used a quick memory charm on Ron so he'd have no memory of what had happened here, then ran to Draco, "Oh god Draco, please be okay!" She apparated them away to the entrance of Malfoy Manor before anyone came to see what the commotion had been, not knowing where else to go, then examined Draco for injuries.

Draco had got to his feet with a hiss, and that's when she Apparated him to the Manor. He managed to hitch up a smile. "Good one. And there's no need to look so worried, I'm alright. What curse did you use? Is he seriously injured?" He looked around the house. His parents probably wouldn't approve of a Mudblood. Well, it was better to strike the "probably" on that. They definitely wouldn't like it. "Come on. No one's home right now. Let's go up to my room." He led the way upstairs. "Tell me something, Hermione. Would you like to taste me?"

Meanwhile, the remaining residents of the Burrow had rushed upstairs to check on the commotion. Harry was kneeling beside Ron. He'd lost lots of blood and remained comatose.

Hermione looked a bit guilty as Draco asked about the curse. She'd acted on instinct, and perhaps a bit too harshly, but that idiot had attacked Draco, and she couldn't allow that. "I um... I used sectum sempra. I'm sorry. But Molly is good at healing charms, so I'm sure he'll survive."

She followed Draco upstairs, shivering as she realized that the last time she'd been here, she'd been tortured by Bellatrix, but that Draco had tried to protect them by lying. She stumbled slightly as Draco asked his question. Did he mean...? Her pulse raced at the idea, and she managed to whisper, "Please Draco. I've never wanted anything more."

Back at the Burrow, Molly rushed up and shrieked as she saw Ron in a pool of blood. She pushed everyone aside and started tending to him frantically. She managed to staunch the bleeding, but couldn't heal the slash completely, and Ron still didn't wake.

The Weasleys were barricaded at St. Mungos, where Ron was being treated. Everyone was looking frantic, and after what seemed like forever, the redhead opened his eyes. "Hermione attacked me," he said in a barely audible whisper. "She disappeared with Draco."

"Good to hear," Draco grinned. His eyes shined solemnly as he pulled the brunette towards him. He hardly hesitated in stripping naked, exposing his boxers again. The fact that he was aroused was very visible. He stroked Hermione's head softly. "You'd really like to taste it, huh?" He pulled down the underwear, revealing his fully-erect cock. It nearly poked her head. He stepped back an inch or so, lying down on the bed. "Go ahead then."

Hermione swallowed heavily as Draco pulled down his boxers. The sight of his perfect cock made her so nervous in the best way. As he moved back onto the bed, she sank to her knees in front of him. She'd only done this a couple of times with Ron. Would she be good enough? She leaned in close, inhaling his clean, masculine scent just before slowly licking up his long cock. She moaned at the taste, and she could feel herself getting wet already. "Draco, you taste... unbelievable." Without waiting for a response, she took him in her warm, wet mouth, sucking it adoringly.


A boy exuding confidence and dominance. He possesses an alluring physical appearance, with a body that's clearly well-maintained and strong. His facial features are sharp and handsome, often adorned with a mischievous grin that hints at his playful nature. Draco is assertive and unafraid to take control of situations, demonstrating leadership qualities. Despite his seemingly tough exterior, there are moments where he shows vulnerability, indicating a more complex personality beneath the surface.

The Weasleys were barricaded at St. Mungos, where Ron was being treated. Everyone was looking frantic, and after what seemed like forever, the redhead opened his eyes. "Hermione attacked me," he said in a barely audible whisper. "She disappeared with Draco."

"Good to hear," Draco grinned. His eyes shined solemnly as he pulled the brunette towards him. He hardly hesitated in stripping naked, exposing his boxers again. The fact that he was aroused was very visible. He stroked Hermione's head softly. "You'd really like to taste it, huh?" He pulled down the underwear, revealing his fully-erect cock. It nearly poked her head. He stepped back an inch or so, lying down on the bed. "Go ahead then."


A woman in her late thirties who recently went through a divorce. She is confident in her appearance and enjoys spending time at the beach. She is also open to sexual experiences with younger men. She's a real A MILF with blonde hair and the sort of body that drives Sam crazy.

The sun had started to set once she grabbed her cocktail from the bar and slowly joined a group of people she had met earlier. Seeing Sam enter the hot tub with a few people closure to his age, Caroline gave him a small smile but returned to her conversation. Caroline could feel his backside against hers as she stood, taking it for the crowd she did not think twice about it until she felt his hand against her side. Glancing over her shoulder noticing he was deep in a conversation, she smiled as she returned to her topic she was discussing.

As she went to take a drink from her glass, his hand slid farther down and landed on it's apparent destination. Almost choking, she cleared her throat laughing about it sliding down the wrong tube. Pushing her body into his giving him the invitation to continue.The way his hands felt on her made her body crave more, wanting to feel the skin on skin contact instead of through clothing. Trying to keep her composure, she found herself sipping from glass a little more often. Letting her left hand drift under the water her fingers clutching onto the waist band on his shorts, her nails digging in slightly.

After allowing this to continue for a period of time, she had to step away from his reach before their act became noticed. Excusing herself, she left the hot tub and ventured towards the bar. Her eyes glancing over her shoulder in his direction, hoping he would follow her. Once she had his attention, she motioned towards the hotel while biting her lower lip. Taking her drink she headed for the doors, and towards the elevator.

Sam rubbed her slit properly through her bottoms. There was no pretending the touch was accidental now. And then he felt her own hand reaching out to touch him. He had to cover the smirk that crossed his face. He pressed his hand against her more firmly and then started to tug her covering to the side, to let his fingers touch her directly. That was when she pulled away from him. He glanced over his shoulder, thinking he had crossed the line as he felt her brush past him and make her way out of the hot tub.

The look she gave him had him scrambling after her. He quickly toweled off, excusing himself to go to the 'bathroom' and then followed her at a discreet distance. He caught up to her at the elevator, standing behind her as they waited from it to arrive. Once it did, he followed her in—waiting to make sure no one else got in and the doors had closed. Once they had, they were very much alone.

He pressed up against her from behind, hands exploring over her exposed skin as he pressed his groin to her ass. He kissed her shoulder tentatively. "Couldn't take it anymore?" He whispers into her ear, boldly letting his hands slide up to grope her perk breasts through her bikini top.

Letting her hands grip onto the wall before her, his hands exploring her body. Caroline gasped feeling Sam's groin pressing into her ass as he added pressure. A small moan escaping as his lips played across her shoulder, goose bumps appearing over her soft skin as his warm breath spoke into her ear.

"I would rather not keep my pleasure quiet." She replied, her back arching into his chest as his hands could be felt traveling upwards. The way her breasts fit into his hands perfectly made her body tremble. "Besides, this way I can do this." She remarked as her left hand left the wall and snaked between their bodies, grasping onto his manhood that was already standing at attention. Slowly grasping it through his swim trunks, her thumb rubbing across the tip of it.

"Pleasure is a two way street. I don't get unless I give." She whispered, hearing the elevator ding and quickly stepping away from him. Making her way into the hall and into the door to her room. Holding it long enough for him to step through before turning and backing into the room. "Now where were we?"

Sam liked a bold girl. A bold woman was even better, so blatantly grabbing his cock in his shorts as he felt her up. "I like the way you think." He murmurs, stepping away from her as the elevator dinged. Luckily, no one was on the other side and he quickly followed her down the hallway to her room.

She held the door open for him so he stepped inside, already moving towards her before it had fully closed. He could only imagine what anyone would think, seeing the older woman and the teen boy coming together as they were.

"Somewhere along here..." He murmurs, pressing her back against the wall—chest to chest, his hands back on her breasts as he leaned in to kiss her on the lips. His sizable erection poked into her stomach and his hands squeezed her breasts even harder than before.

He nipped her lips with his a few times before pressing his tongue into her mouth. He had never hooked up with an older woman before but she was something else. She had the sort of body girls his had, but was more mature and sure of herself than any of them.

Caroline gasped as he pressed her against the wall, his words made he bite her lower lip. "This feels about right." She replied to his comment as his hands found their spot on her chest. Resting her arms, crossed over her head she moaned as he nipped her lips.

Without hesitation she allowed his tongue to enter her mouth, hers playing car and mouse with his. Arching her hips, she moved against the erection that was pushing against her naval. Letting her hand fall, her fingers raked through his hair pulling just enough to break the kiss. "Why not put that tongue of yours to good use." She remarked before nipping his lower lip.

For a boy quite younger than she, her body reacted to his every touch. Caroline was craving more by each second that passed. If this would only be for the night, she would take it and run with it. Knowing that once she returned home she could never really speak of this. Dragging one of her feet up, flat against the wall giving her self a better feel of his erection against her. She arched her hips farther into his as her knee rested against his hip. "Finish what you started." She whispered against his lips as her took over the kiss, slightly more aggressively that his.

Sam slid his hands down to her firm, perk ass, groping and squeezing it as she lifted a leg. He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted—sliding his other hand down her leg to lift it up around his waist. He mashed his lips against hers once more, slow walking towards the bed while he carried her, showing off his strength. It helped she was a petite woman.

He climbed up onto her bed with his knees then gently laid her down—pressing his body on top of hers. He ground his erection directly against her pussy for a few moments then slid downwards. He trailed his kisses over her collarbone and pushed her bikini top upwards, exposing her perky breasts. He gorged on them, kissing and sucking her breasts, lashing his tongue over her nipples, sucking on those hardened little nubs. Then he continued.

He kissed his way down her flat, firm stomach until he was between her legs. He undid the straps of her bottoms and tugged them out of the way, exposing her completely. His eager mouth found its way to her beaver, kissing her nether lips. He moaned against her, tongue lashing up and down along her slit before he slid a finger into her tight opening.

As Sam continued his exploration of her body, Caroline couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and guilt. The sensations were electrifying, and she reveled in the way he seemed to know exactly how to touch her. But deep down, she knew this encounter was a temporary escape from reality—something that wouldn't last beyond their time together at the hotel. As his tongue worked its magic on her most sensitive areas, she closed her eyes and let herself be fully present in the moment, determined to make the most of it.

She reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair, gently encouraging him to go deeper and faster. With each stroke of his tongue and thrust of his finger, she felt herself getting closer to the edge—an exhilarating release that would temporarily wash away all the worries and heartache that had brought her here in the first place.


An 18 years old teen boy who enjoys sexual experiences with older women. He is confident and bold in his actions towards Caroline, showing no hesitation in pursuing her sexually. He has a muscular build and physical strength.

Sam slid his hands down to her firm, perk ass, groping and squeezing it as she lifted a leg. He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted—sliding his other hand down her leg to lift it up around his waist. He mashed his lips against hers once more, slow walking towards the bed while he carried her, showing off his strength. It helped she was a petite woman.

He climbed up onto her bed with his knees then gently laid her down—pressing his body on top of hers. He ground his erection directly against her pussy for a few moments then slid downwards. He trailed his kisses over her collarbone and pushed her bikini top upwards, exposing her perky breasts. He gorged on them, kissing and sucking her breasts, lashing his tongue over her nipples, sucking on those hardened little nubs. Then he continued.

He kissed his way down her flat, firm stomach until he was between her legs. He undid the straps of her bottoms and tugged them out of the way, exposing her completely. His eager mouth found its way to her beaver, kissing her nether lips. He moaned against her, tongue lashing up and down along her slit before he slid a finger into her tight opening.


A confident and assertive woman with a strong sense of her own desires and a playful nature. She exudes a certain level of charm and attractiveness, demonstrated by her hazel eyes and bright smile. She is physically strong and willing to take the lead and express her needs openly.

"If someone else got a hold of you I would have come for you." Damien's next statement caught Kenzie off guard. She laughed, "I was born as a werewolf, I was referring to when I turned for the first time fully. I turned fully at fifteen and it was the first time I was able to control my wolf." Perhaps males were different. Her body felt her own emotions and his; it was different and a bit scary. She gazed up at him; he was the most handsome male she had ever been close to. Each pack had their own rituals and binding ceremonies. She wondered what his packs were and when they would undergo the ceremony.

Hazel eyes lifted to his, she wanted him and soon, the nervousness she felt subsided and wondered what it would be like to truly be with him. Sex with a mate was supposed to surpass all others but the fact that she could picture him with another hurt. She laughed softly, "I only wanted to take you away so you could know it was me. But a walk around the lake might be romantic." Her tongue slid out and along her lips to moisten them. She pulled his head down to hers, her fingers tangling in his hair as her lips pressed to his. The hunger evident in her action before she moved away from him and stripped to slide into her wolf form.

The black furred wolf ran, the speed with which she ran took her to the lake before she stopped her head tilted, hazel eyes scanned the area before transforming back into her human form. A bright smile across her lips as she stepped into the summer warmed water. It moved over her skin, wrapping around it and causing goose bumps to rise up on her tan flesh as she giggled and dove under its warmth.

Damien chuckled at the thought of being saved by his mate. "Not to say you aren't capable but it would have been very embarrassing for me. Being future alpha and all and getting kidnapped would have killed my pride." But seeing such beautiful female rushing in hell's fury right behind her put a smile on his face. Damien had been born with the ability to shift into his forms though he was told it was common. But apparently it wasn't as common as he thought it was.

Damien felt the nervousness in his mate's body leave and it felt like he was letting go of nervousness as well. "Well if wanted me you could have just approached me and talked to me. But I do appreciate taking me away it was kinda sexy." He watched her hungry eyes as he was pulled in for a kiss and it felt like electric. It lit up his insides and he felt on fire and he was ready to take more of her but she turned away from him fluidly. He watched as she undressed and his eyes were drawn to her body. She was the picture of perfection through his eyes.

He wasn't far behind her and he was taking off his clothes as well. He was naked and his muscular body catching the light as he was turning into his wolf form. He was on all fours in his black fur with his gray-white underbelly. He followed be hind his mate watching her form from behind and shifting back to his human form. He watched as she entered the water and his eyes devoured her body in its glory. He ran after her and just dove right into the water.

Kenzie came up out of the water her muscular form gleaming in the moonlight as she stood. Her pert breasts on display for her mate as he rose from the water, his hard body gleaming just as hers was. The heat that welled up in her body was scorching, but she wasn't ready yet. Her virginity was too special of something to give away on a mate that wasn't yet fully committed. Allowing him to approach she smiled, the dimples on her cheeks standing out from the brilliant smile she gave him. "I tried approaching you, you ignored me for that blond bitch Stacie." She splashed him and dove in the opposite direction.

Her deep breath allowed her to go further into the deeper water. She screamed when he pulled her underwater dunking her. She kicked away and toward the shallower water where he tackled her gently laughing. She sputtered for breath and gasped as her lungs filled with air she gazed up at him, her hazel eyes burning in to his brown as their nude bodies came together in the shallow water. A soft hitch in her breath as well as heart beat quickening were the only indications of how he affected her. Her hands stroked his strong chest, the chest of her mate as he pulled her to the feet.

The water hitting her at the hipbones as they held one another. The strong pull of her soul to his was enough to make her get on all four on the shore and have him take her as only he had the right to. Her lips found his and she parted her mouth to him accepting him as hers. The heat between them built until it was almost painful to pull away, but she had to. "I want you to plan an evening for us... something romantic. I want you to prove that I am important, that all those other girls meant nothing to you. Yes I know, we are mates... but I need you to show me." She stroked his hair off his face, "Can you do that?"

Damien put up a hand when she splashed him and he dove right after her body. When he had caught up and managed to pull her under for some retaliation but she kicked away. His strong legs flicked through the water moving him back to his mate faster. When they reached the shallow water he managed to tackle her and pin her to the shore. He kept a firm hold on her this time but it wasn't a tight grip. Just more of an affectionate hold to make sure she couldn't escape his love.

Her hazel eyes drew his to focus on them and gaze deeply into them. He'd actually hurt her without meaning to. He felt ashamed of himself for even being able to not recognize his mate in the same building as him for so long. But he planned on making up for lost time. His heart rate increased with hers as well and her touching him didn't help much. Her slightest touch made him give in to his deepest desires and cravings. He got up slowly bringing his mate with him and he held her within his arms.

As her lips met with his his heart almost skipped a beat. There was a deep fire that was building and she managed to break their kiss quickly snuffing it out. It caused a deep rumble in his neck in disappointment he couldn't resist nuzzling and kissing her neck. She gave him a chance of redemption and he took it. "To make up for my past mistakes I can do that for you my love. I can show you that any other woman dulls in comparison to you." He held her tighter wanting her body to be fully in contact with him at all times. "How does this Saturday sound to you? We'd just have to get through tomorrow and then our romantic evening could start."

He lifted her up to look directly in her eyes again. "I want you to know that I'm yours completely and only yours. Just as I know your mine and completely mine." He smiled briefly before leaning in and kissing her passionately again before unlocking their lips. "But first I wanna enjoy this night with you. I want to go back to the cabin and at least share the same bed as you."

As well as hearing, Kenzie could also sense and see his disappointment when the kiss broke off. It had to be this way. She wanted him desperately it wasn't as though she didn't feel the connection, even telling him no her body was saying yes. Wetting her channel in preparation for his member and her breasts beading up in their aroused state. As he held her tight to him, she shuddered and whimpered softly, like the yip of a female wolf in heat. NOT that he couldn't tell, her scent had changed, "Saturday sounds fine to me." She stated, wondering how school would go.

Kenzie smiled softly up at him as his intense brown eyes froze her to the spot she occupied for the moment. The hazel orbs widened as her body drug along his as he lifted her. She nodded as he spoke and whimpered when his heated lips left her wanting more. She laughed, "That can be arranged, how about lets head back, I have some things for dinner but I am more tired than hungry. I think sleeping next to you will be nice. However clothing might need to be required, I think you have put me into my first heat." Her eyes bore into his. This meant if they didn't mate soon every male would be attempting to soon.

Once he placed her back on the ground she smiled and raced him home transforming again on the cabin porch before stepping inside. It was cozy; the metal bed was adorned with rose petals and had a few candles surrounding it. "I tried to make it special but just for sleeping I think I out did myself." She slid his shirt on his body with her panties it was comfortable. "I have salmon in dill sauce with asparagus for dinner. My parents are excellent cooks but my favorite diner put these together for me so I hope you like it."


A self-assured and protective man, displaying a sense of humor and a level-headed nature. He carries himself with confidence. His brown eyes and passionate kisses reflect his deep emotions and devotion to his mate. He is determined to make up for past mistakes and ensure Kenzie feels valued and cherished.

Damien put up a hand when she splashed him and he dove right after her body. When he had caught up and managed to pull her under for some retaliation but she kicked away. His strong legs flicked through the water moving him back to his mate faster. When they reached the shallow water he managed to tackle her and pin her to the shore. He kept a firm hold on her this time but it wasn't a tight grip. Just more of an affectionate hold to make sure she couldn't escape his love.

Her hazel eyes drew his to focus on them and gaze deeply into them. He'd actually hurt her without meaning to. He felt ashamed of himself for even being able to not recognize his mate in the same building as him for so long. But he planned on making up for lost time. His heart rate increased with hers as well and her touching him didn't help much. Her slightest touch made him give in to his deepest desires and cravings. He got up slowly bringing his mate with him and he held her within his arms.

As her lips met with his his heart almost skipped a beat. There was a deep fire that was building and she managed to break their kiss quickly snuffing it out. It caused a deep rumble in his neck in disappointment he couldn't resist nuzzling and kissing her neck. She gave him a chance of redemption and he took it. "To make up for my past mistakes I can do that for you my love. I can show you that any other woman dulls in comparison to you." He held her tighter wanting her body to be fully in contact with him at all times. "How does this Saturday sound to you? We'd just have to get through tomorrow and then our romantic evening could start."

He lifted her up to look directly in her eyes again. "I want you to know that I'm yours completely and only yours. Just as I know your mine and completely mine." He smiled briefly before leaning in and kissing her passionately again before unlocking their lips. "But first I wanna enjoy this night with you. I want to go back to the cabin and at least share the same bed as you."


An elven man with slender features, long golden hair that reaches his knees, and pale copper-colored eyes. He wears a loose robe and has a toned, muscular body, indicating he works with physicality often. His voice is smooth and elegant but carries an unsettling quality like a snake constricting one's spine. Takezo's personality is sinister, intimidating, and manipulative. He enjoys toying with others' emotions and asserting control over them through fear and violence.

Takezo stepped into the light so that she could see him clearly, but appeared to be absentmindedly facing in a different direction. His slender features were very clearly elven in nature. The long and beautiful golden hair that fell to his knees was shimmering as if it specifically reflected the light of the facing sun like sparkles. If he didn't wear the robe so loosely, he might be mistaken for a woman. But his chest was clearly defined and the muscles of his body toned... clearly he was someone who worked with physicality a lot.

"Tell me child," the voice that came from him was smooth and elegant, but somehow carried a static to it like a snake constricting one's spine, "Why are you so frightened?" He turned now to face her, his pale copper colored eyes somehow seeming to glow in the shadow cast over his face, "Am I so frightening?"

Another gentle step in her direction, and another jingle of the bells attached to his sleeves and belt. A long heavy looking sword was attacked at his waste across his back, making him cast a shadow like an upside down cross. The hand that wasn't holding dead flowers was holding an apple and he brought it up to his lips casually, sinking his clean teeth into it. There was a crisp sound, but in the light it was easy to let the image of the apple be replaced by that of a human heart. The juice from the fruit flowing down his chin like blood.

The girl looked up at the man towering over her for a moment before the entirety of his presence came together in her mind. Her eyes widened and she scrambled back to her heels with a quick whimper before she even realized the noise had come. Was he frightening? He was down right terrifying! From her perspective, tainted by her immense and only somewhat irrational fear, he was a demon in the shadows.

All she could do was nod in response as she slid back away from him, inching slowly. She winced as the skirt of her now stained white dress caught at a shrub branch and ripped slightly. "Please... please don't kill me..." Her soft voice wavered between whispers and sobs.

"Don't kill you?" Takezo asked with some rare mixture of confusion and amusement. His copper eyes shimmering back at her as he sank his teeth into another bite of his apple, "Are you sure? If you could have but one condition from me... would that really be it? To live?" Somehow the way he asked it didn't make it sound like such a loaded question. There was a confidence to it, and a warmth. Not quite friendly, he had done nothing to hide the threat that he potentially posed to her. But there was something almost inviting about the tone that dared her to respond...

Yaezaki's eyes darkened with confusion beneath the veil of her pale bangs. What greater kindness could there be but to let a person live when you had stumbled upon them and had the ability to easily kill them? "Yes... you would?" The darkness lightened momentarily with a hope burning behind her beautiful blue eyes. "You'll let me go home?" She began to stand and step away from the intimidating man.

She probably couldn't see it through the shadows, but Takezo's face had twisted into a very sinister grin at her admission that her sole request was to be allowed to live. One had to admit, he'd given her every chance to think more wisely on the subject... but she was young yet. Naive, most likely.

His steps would have been silent towards her without the bells jingling in a murderous song. His feet gliding along the ground almost unseen. More slithering towards her than walking, and in a breath he was upon her taking the last bite of his apple as he was close enough for the juices to spill upon her lips, "Oh, absolutely not. I promised to grant you one request," he smiled, his voice like a hiss, "You requested that I let you live. And I will swear upon my life that I have no intention of ever breaking that vow."

A gasp escaped her lips as he came upon Yaezaki. The taste of apple on her lips warned of how close he was and shocked her to the core. When had he moved? Her breath began to come quickly, raising her chest in an erratic pattern. She took another step back, with her eyes growing wider.

"But..." She whimpered and brought a hand up to her quivering lips before crying out in a fearful voice. "Then... if you won't kill me, why won't you let me go home?!"

Takezo's hand dropped the barren and already rotting apple core to the ground at her feet before it became a little too friendly with her collarbone, pushing her kimono to one side at the shoulder, "I suppose I could do both," he pondered, "Do you have a sister? Or maybe a younger brother?" he breathed the words into her ear, somehow seeming to whisper them even from almost arm's length away, somehow managing to hold her there with just the one hand upon her breast, "I could let you go and never see you again if you were to give me one of them in return. Do you have a name?"

Her eyes grew wider at the man's hand as he touched her skin. A blush of embarrassment came to her cheeks and she shut her eyes, as if trying to block out the sensation. "I... I..." Her sister was young, the child had yet to even bleed or grow breasts. "No. I have no one at home to trade." The lie came quickly, she never opened her eyes.

"My... name?" Her eyes opened at that question. Why did her name matter? She frowned in confusion, answering before she even thought of any consequences. "Yaezaki..."

There was a knowing smile that came across his face, "You're lying," Takezo replied to her answer that she had no one at home to trade, "But that's fine. If you want to play a heroine, I've no problem with honoring our original agreement," he brought his hand up from her breast and pet the side of her face.

"Yaezaki?" he smiled at the name, "Your name is Yaezaki?" he asked as if he hadn't heard it properly. Then suddenly brought his hand to her face in a brutal and gleeful backhanded slap, potentially hard enough to throw her to the ground. It had come out of nowhere, figuratively and literally... his hand moving as a blur like the strike of a viper, "Wrong! Your name is whatever I tell you your name is!" he said screaming at her as he kicked her again, "I'm going to call you Wareme!"

"What is your name?!"


A young, unmarried woman with beautiful blue eyes and pale bangs. She is wearing a white kimono that gets stained during the story. Her personality is fearful and submissive in the face of danger, as she tries to appease Takezo by accepting his demands. She also shows quick thinking when she lies about having no siblings at home to protect them from harm.

There was a knowing smile that came across his face, "You're lying," Takezo replied to her answer that she had no one at home to trade, "But that's fine. If you want to play a heroine, I've no problem with honoring our original agreement," he brought his hand up from her breast and pet the side of her face.

"Yaezaki?" he smiled at the name, "Your name is Yaezaki?" he asked as if he hadn't heard it properly. Then suddenly brought his hand to her face in a brutal and gleeful backhanded slap, potentially hard enough to throw her to the ground. It had come out of nowhere, figuratively and literally... his hand moving as a blur like the strike of a viper, "Wrong! Your name is whatever I tell you your name is!" he said screaming at her as he kicked her again, "I'm going to call you Wareme!"

"What is your name?!"

The young woman cringed when he touched her face. Somehow that upset her more than his perverted caress had, she pulled away a bit, only to find herself back on the ground, the side of her face stinging. Her eyes were wide, the pupils constricted tightly from shock. He'd rejected her name and gave her a new one with a vicious kick to her slender body.

She pulled her stained kimono shut, clenching the top as if her life depended on it as she rolled to her back, facing him with a fearful gaze. He stood over her, she was sure she'd receive another blow if she answered his question improperly. "I... my name... is... " She knew what that word meant. She'd heard it in joking tones among men who were drunk and forgot the presence of a young unmarried woman. Her cheeks burned a bright pink as she repeated it in a soft whisper, barely above her own breath. "...Wareme."


A deer-like monster with a youthful and attractive appearance. He is slim and toned, indicating physical fitness from his training as a warrior in his village. His personality is curious, naive, and somewhat innocent. Despite being in an unfamiliar environment, he shows resilience and adaptability. He's also very open about his culture and personal beliefs, denoting honesty and trustworthiness. However, there are hints of fear or insecurity when faced with potential danger or discomforting situations.

Azriel gave a chuckle, finding it kind of cute that Vincent was using his nickname. With the hunter's work taking a little longer than the monster had expected, he soon stood up again and wandered around the room. He gazed at the decor and things on shelves, making sure not to touch anything for fear of breaking something, and it naturally wasn't long before he came to the TV. Azriel just stared at his reflection, wondering what it was for. Surely it was too dark to just be a mirror; did humans enjoy seeing themselves in darkness? How odd.

His adventure was quick, returning to the couch as the man passed by to take his shower. With how bloody breaking apart the corpse would be, he wasn't surprised that the man would need to clean up a bit. The monster's attention drifted to a coffee table, and on it a peculiar rectangle with lots of buttons. Being a curious creature, he touched one, and the black mirror suddenly lit up. How the hell did it do that? It was like magic! The young man quickly became enthralled by the show it was playing and curled up on the couch as he watched.

Soon enough, Vincent had returned, and Azriel turned his head to look up at him. "Yeah, I'm starving!" With a little hop up, the monster limped over quite happily, almost as if he'd already forgotten his problems with being away from his home. "What kind of food do you want to make? I'm not picky."

Vincent had indeed been rather bloody after butchering the body, not to mention a bit sweaty from the day of hunting so he really needed that shower before he'd be comfortable preparing food, or even sitting down to eat really. When he came down again and saw that the TV was on he briefly considered being annoyed that Azriel had clearly messed with something but decided not to because it had turned out pretty well this time.

"Oh good you figured out how to turn on the TV, you shouldn't have messed with that but it seems to have turned out well." he said with a smile. "You can watch more of that later if you want, I'll show you how to use it after dinner," he said as picked up the remote and turned the TV back off before he lead the way to the kitchen. "I think I'll make stirfry because it's quick and tasty," he said, pulling out a chair at the table and gesturing for Azriel to sit.

"I'm glad that you're not picky, that'll make things easier," he commented and went to get the vegetables and some chicken out of the fridge.

At first, Azriel's ears went down a bit in slight fear at the brief scolding; however, Vincent had kept his smile and said it was alright, so he lifted his ears back up and smiled as well. "Ah, I'm sorry..." He nodded at the suggestion of being taught to use it later. "Thank you." Following him, the monster nodded again at the mention of stirfry; he'd never heard of it before, but it sounded delicious.

The young man had planned on trying to help the hunter, but when he was motioned to do so, he sat and simply watched the man instead. He sat in silence for a moment before deciding to make conversation. "So, Vincent, are you just a hunter or do you have another job?"

Vincent knew that Azriel has been planning to help but he didn't want the other's help at the moment. "I know you were going to help but this involves a lot of chopping and I feel like you need two functioning arms to do that safely and the last thing we need it you getting hurt further," he pointed out. As he spoke he put a pan on the stove and took some seasonings out of the fridge as well, he cut up the chicken first and added it to the pan, putting some sauces and seasonings in for flavor and letting it cook while he cut up the vegetables, adding them in order of what took longest to cook.

"I own a shop," he told Azriel. "It's at the front of the house, I sell revitalized antiques, and stuff that I make from the monsters I hunt. I'm pretty handy with making things," he commented, confident in his abilities. "It's got windows that look into the street though so don't go out there."

Looking down at his broken arm, Azriel nodded, though a little annoyed at how much of a hindrance the man was making the injury out to be. Had he been with his village, he'd still be doing all the same things he normally did, just slower and with more effort. However, watching Vincent chop things, he could agree that he'd probably get hurt trying to do that with one arm, especially since he still wasn't that skilled with knives—he usually preferred work with baskets and crafting. Taking a breath, the monster's smile lifted a little, quite enjoying the smell of the food.

Azriel nodded, both at the answer and warning. "I won't, I promise. I like making things too—I would've become a crafter instead of a warrior, but then I would've been pressured to marry and have kids. Being a warrior isn't too bad, though it hurts sometimes and I'm not allowed to wear much even in the winter; I can't fight yet, so I just help out doing things like pulling carts when we move and foraging for those who can't."

Once all the ingredients were in the pan Vincent left them to cook for a few minutes and went over to Azriel, trailing his fingers over the other man's mostly bare shoulders. "That seems odd, you'd think you'd want more protective clothes as a warrior," he pointed out before going to get them both something to drink. He got a beer for himself and some juice for Azriel, handing it to him.

"Why don't you want to marry and have kids?" He asked curiously, he hoped that it was because he was gay, that would make things easier for him. As they talked he wandered around the kitchen and set the table before bringing the pan of stirfry and the a bowl of rice over to the table. "Put some of this in your bowl and then the stirfry on top," he instructed as he sat down across from the deer monster.

Azriel nodded at the man's comment, understanding how counterproductive it looked. "The guards who fight have thick leather armor, but I'm just in training, so it's to teach me to be tolerant of uncomfortable situations." The monster smiled at the man, fine with his bit of touching as he was rather used to pats on the back and shoulders from people, before giving a small "thank you" as he took the juice. Being used to only drinking river water, it was quite a luxury to him, so he thoroughly enjoyed it.

Azriel looked at his cup for a moment, thinking about how he wanted to answer the man's question. His village was still very far behind on lgbt rights and acceptance, so something like admitting he was gay could get him into a lot of trouble. He wouldn't be killed, thankfully, but he could definitely have his antlers painfully chopped off and be humiliated or shunned. The last guy who came out had lost his antlers, been stripped of his clothing and branded, then thrown to the wolves. That guy was rather lucky to have been saved by a wolf monster, living to fall in love with and marry the large brute, but Azriel doubted he'd be so fortunate if word were to somehow get to his people. He bit his cheek for a moment, questioning if he could trust the man with his secret, before giving a little sigh. "It's... uh... just not for me, I suppose..." The monster looked up as Vincent brought the food, nodding as he did as instructed.

"I suppose that makes sense," he agreed though he was a little surprised to hear that there were warriors that didn't fight but he'd as more about that later. he just listened as he served himself some dinner as well, he started to eat, hoping that Azriel would know how to use the cutlery as well because he didn't want things to get messy, he'd show Azriel how if he needed to.

"No need to be nervous, I don't much like woman either. Now does that mean that you like men like I do or do you just not like people?" He asked curiously. "And I'd like to know more about what it means to be a warrior in your culture? To me that means the people who fight but you're saying that you're one who doesn't fight so, what do you do?" He asked, they were unrelated questions but he was just getting to know Azriel better.

Azriel listened to and watched Vincent for a moment. He liked men too? The monster supposed that meant he'd understand and not let the secret slip then. "Well, I've never been with a man, so I wouldn't know for sure... but they're definitely more... interesting, I suppose... than women..." Watching the man use the utensils for a moment, he quickly put two and two together, picking one up to eat; it felt just a bit weird, but he quickly got the hang of it and enjoyed the food, finding the taste just as delectable as the smell. He figured he'd remember it and see if he could find close enough ingredients to make some sort of rendition of it when he got home.

It wasn't surprising that the man would be confused by his choice of words, so he gave it a quick thought before replying. "Well, putting it that way, I'm technically still in training, but it's more of us having two groups—warriors and guards. Since deer folk aren't that strong of monsters, we use our brains more, so as far as protection of my people goes, my duties include setting off hunter's traps so they can't hurt anyone and making my own traps to scare predators away. When I'm 30, I can participate in a sparing match to see if I'm strong enough to be a guard. They make a living barrier around the village and do most of the fighting."

Vincent smiled crookedly at Azriel, he was glad to hear that men were more interesting to him then women. After tonight Azriel would at least know that it was like to be with a man. "Would you like to find out what it's like~?" He asked flirtatiously, leaning forward against the table a little, letting that hang in the air for a moment before sitting back with a laugh and taking another bite.

He listened to the explanation with interest, it made sense to him and he nodded along, they'd need someone to do those kinds of things. "I suppose that's how you got your leg caught in one but I'm sure you were very helpful to them," he agreed with a little smile. "I take it if that's what you had to do to avoid having a mate your people aren't particularly accepting of gay relationships?"

Azriel was most certainly rather flustered by the man's flirty question, causing a bit of blush to spread on his cheeks as he, for a split second, considered the idea. "I—I... don't know..." No, he couldn't do something like that. What if it hurt? Besides, he still doubted the man considered him as a person. What if he changed his mind and Vincent kept going anyways? And, well, he wasn't quite sure his heart could handle something like that anyway. "...no..."

The monster was rather glad to change the subject, stuffing his face as he listened to the man, before nodding at the comment on getting his leg caught. "Yeah, I promise I'm not always that dumb; accidents just happen sometimes, and the grass was really tall." He then nodded again. "It's one of the worst offenses you can do, besides murdering someone. You can get your antlers chopped off for it, and it hurts pretty bad. There's a rumor that most of the guard and warriors are gay though, so I'm hopeful I'll find love one day. Maybe I'll even adopt... there's lots of orphans with all the hunting..."

Vincent was disappointed that Azriel said no, but really that just made it a good thing that he wasn't planning to give the stupid boy an option. Of course he was right that the human didn't see him as a person, Vincent had just decided what way Azriel could be of value to him and so that was what was going to happen. In the long run if he got tired of the deer monster maybe Vincent would take him back, maybe at about the same time next year they'd be at the same area again and he could return Azriel, but not before that, and not before he was done with the silly creature.

"I believe you," he assured, "I'm sure you're successful 99% of the time but it only takes one time to get hurt." He hummed thoughtfully as how Azriel would be punished for being gay was explained, now that was interesting and maybe something that Vincent could use against him as time went on. He lapsed into thoughtful silence for a bit as they ate.

When they'd finished he got up to clear the table. "You've still got some blood and dirt on you, let's go get you cleaned up," he suggested offering Azriel his hand to help him up and lead him towards the bathroom, it was upstairs so he kept an eye on the deer to see if the steps were to hard on his leg.

Azriel nodded to Vincent's comment on the accident before being utterly surprised by him having no reaction to the mention of orphans. Damn, what a cold-hearted man. Then again, he'd saved the monster, very likely from death, so he couldn't really complain. With a bit of a pout from the thought of the hunter not caring about children, Azriel finished the food, soon smiling as he was quite happy to have such a full stomach.

At the suggestion to clean up came, the monster looked down at his body, and he really couldn't disagree, so he nodded obediently and followed the man. Being used to just cold river or bucket baths, the young man was quite surprised when they didn't go outside, though upon second thought, he was sure humans had invented some intricate way to store water in their homes. He quickly became quite excited, thinking up creative ideas for how it might be done, though none quite as simple as what it really was. Though he was careful with the steps, he tried his best to keep up with Vincent, giving him an unassuming smile as he hurried his limp behind him.

Vincent smiled back at Azriel, he was really very cute, smiling even as he struggled up the stairs. The little deer had a very resilient spirit and hopefully that would carry him through whatever Vincent ended up doing to him, he didn't know what all that would be yet but it was bound to be interesting~

They reached the bathroom and he turned on the tub, making sure the water was warm but not overly hot so it wouldn't hurt Azriel's wounds. There weren't hot springs in the area he'd taken the deer from, at least not that he knew of so hot baths were probably a rare thing if ever, warm would be good for now. "Will you need help getting undressed," he asked, sitting on the edge of the tub for now and beckoned Azriel to come closer to him. Clearly he had no intention of letting the deer monster have privacy.

Azriel watched in amazed curiosity as the tub filled, it seeming to work like magic to the nomadic man. He'd seen his fair share of interesting inventions, but humans had definitely made the most mysterious ones. Reaching a hand down to feel the water, he was even more surprised to find it warm, and it made him wonder how many buckets and fires one would need to get so much warm water.

However this invention of the man's worked, it was truly awesome. Besides occasionally treating himself to fire-heated bucket baths in winter, he only remembered one time when he'd actually had a hot bath; it was in some mountains as a child, far away and a detour from their usual path, and he'd wondered away from the bathing spot they'd designated, finding a hot spring all for himself.

Azriel was used to public bathing with all the other men in his village, so he wasn't phased by the man staying rather than giving him privacy—it was a rather foreign concept to him, having shared most things, including his one room shelter and migration tent, all his life. The monster shook his head to the question on needing help. "It's just a bunch of ties—nothing I can't do with one hand." He shrugged off his cape, being rather careful with it as a precious item, having been skinned and hand painted by a beloved father figure. Afterwards, he picked at a few knots at his belt, causing most of the beads and sashes to fall. With a final knot picked apart, the loincloths fell, leaving him nude and exposed. He then carefully took off his shoes and a few accessories before pouting at one golden—though likely not pure gold—bracelet; after attempting to grasp it with his bad hand and finding it too painful, Azriel held out his good arm to accept the man's help. "Well, I guess not all of it..."


A capable and self-assured human male, physically fit due to his profession as a hunter. He is adept at navigating social situations, often displaying charm and flirtatious behavior. However, there's an undercurrent of coldness or potential danger in his demeanor, showing that he may not always have the best interests of others at heart. His is confident, manipulative, and has a certain degree of control over the situation with Azriel.

Azriel watched in amazed curiosity as the tub filled, it seeming to work like magic to the nomadic man. He'd seen his fair share of interesting inventions, but humans had definitely made the most mysterious ones. Reaching a hand down to feel the water, he was even more surprised to find it warm, and it made him wonder how many buckets and fires one would need to get so much warm water.

However this invention of the man's worked, it was truly awesome. Besides occasionally treating himself to fire-heated bucket baths in winter, he only remembered one time when he'd actually had a hot bath; it was in some mountains as a child, far away and a detour from their usual path, and he'd wondered away from the bathing spot they'd designated, finding a hot spring all for himself.

Azriel was used to public bathing with all the other men in his village, so he wasn't phased by the man staying rather than giving him privacy—it was a rather foreign concept to him, having shared most things, including his one room shelter and migration tent, all his life. The monster shook his head to the question on needing help. "It's just a bunch of ties—nothing I can't do with one hand." He shrugged off his cape, being rather careful with it as a precious item, having been skinned and hand painted by a beloved father figure. Afterwards, he picked at a few knots at his belt, causing most of the beads and sashes to fall. With a final knot picked apart, the loincloths fell, leaving him nude and exposed. He then carefully took off his shoes and a few accessories before pouting at one golden—though likely not pure gold—bracelet; after attempting to grasp it with his bad hand and finding it too painful, Azriel held out his good arm to accept the man's help. "Well, I guess not all of it..."

Vincent was pleased to see Azriel wasn't shy, sure the context was just bathing right now but it gave him the chance to see all of the deer monster and he was happy with what he saw. While Azriel was distracted undressing himself Vincent checked him out, enjoying his slim and toned body, he was fit and attractive and it made him hungry. After the bath he knew exactly what he was going to do to the creature.

He chuckled and leaned forward to take Azriel's wrist, slipping the bracelet off and pulled him closer resting his hand on Azriel's hip. "You're a good looking boy you know," he purred with a crooked smile, he let go and put the bracelet with the rest of Azriel's stuff. "Do these have meanings behind them?" He asked gesturing at the jewelry before going back to him and help him into the tub. "It's a little slippery, hang on to me so you don't slip," he instructed.


A strong and resilient man, having survived a brutal battle and enduring immense pain from his injuries. His personality seems to be courteous and appreciative, as he expresses gratitude towards Willow for saving his life. Despite the emotional turmoil caused by the loss of his brother, Samuel is determined to regain his strength and find a way to repay Willow for her kindness and care.

Samuel stayed unconscious the entire time Willow worked on him and even after they took him with them. It was probably a good thing with how much pain he was in. The ride began to be too painful for him and he began to wake up. He moved slightly and winced in pain. Every move hurt for him and ever step the horse took caused more pain. He was unfamiliar with the faces who were taking him and was unsure where they were headed. He tried to speak but thought maybe it was better to not speak in case they were the enemy.

It would be the following day before William and other soldiers came back to collect their dead. They were surprised to find he had been gone. They were unsure what happened to him. The felt the rival country took his body out of disrespect and this raged William. He took this information back to his uncle to see what they were to do.

Unbeknownst to the possible trouble they had just caused by helping Samuel, the party traveled until they reached a inn. They were still a half a day's ride from their final destination and would have made it if not for the stop to help the injuries mystery man, but the sun was setting and they could not travel any further this night. Willow insisted that the injured man be placed in her room with her for the night to watch over since it seemed she was the only one that had the skill to care for him. The rest didn't feel it was the best idea, but he was still near to death so could not see the harm in it.

Willow had the mystery man tucked in and a cool cloth at hand to bath his forehead. A both was brought up and she tried her best to feed him as much of the liquid as she could force down his throat. He would need it for the strength to pull through this injury.

Samuel began to slowly wake up again after they all got settled in. He was awake and asleep off and on until then. The feel of the cool cloth was soothing and made his wounds feel better. His stomach was starving so the broth helped but it hurt to get it down.

His eyes opened and he saw her for the first time and thought he was dreaming. He tries to move and speak but nothing came out except whimpers and groans of pain. His world began to spin and he got dizzy. He was wondering if this was heaven but the pain proved it wasn't.

Her back had just been turned for a moment when she heard him moving about and groaning. She turned quickly and pressed her hands to his shoulders, pushing him gently to lay back down once again, "No, don't get up. Don't even more about to much. You've been hurt very badly sir and must rest. The less you move about the less it will hurt." She wet the cloth once again to bath his forehead and face. "Don't even try talking much, alright? You just rest. I'll be here to take care of you until you can care for yourself." Willow did not even know this man yet she smiled at him and promised to be there for him without a second though. She had a truly kind heart.

Samuel looked at her and nodded a little at her instructions. He was perfectly okay with laying back and resting. His body was no where near strong enough to go very far. If he was in danger he could not fight back and he knew that, yet he was not afraid with her near. He instead felt calm and at peace. He knew she would keep her promise and be by his side.

He fell into a deep sleep for an entire day before waking and feeling much better. He looks for the woman and when he sees her all he can get out is. "Thank you my lady..." His stomach growls a bit.

Willow had slept on and off through the night, watching him and making sure he was alright. When she found him still alive the following morning and only seeming to be improving, she smiled and was pleased with her work to save him. Hearing his weak voice, she turned and came to his side, "It's good to see you have made it through the night. You are still rather beat up." Hearing his stomach, she picked up a bowl filled with a portage that the inn keeper's wife had fixed for the party's morning meal. "Here, it's not solid foods like I'm sure you would like but you will keep this down easier. We have to travel a bit further still before reaching our final destination..." she did not mention anything about where they were going or who she was. She also did not ask anything about who he was. Not yet at least.

Samuel began to eat the portage. His stomach continued to growl but she was right there wasn't much else his stomach could handle right now. He wondered where their "Final destination" was and who she was. He had a feeling she was with the enemy but she took care of him, hell she saved his life. He owed his to her. "I... I should probably let you travel on without me." He got out as he tried to breathe. It was an effort to get it out. "Don't want to burden you my lady. You've done so much..." He hoped she would stay by his side. She was the most beautiful image for him to wake up to. He didn't know if reality or heaven would have been more beautiful. Heaven already sent his angel to him.

Willow shook her head, "Nonsense. I don't know who you are sir, but I am not one to leave any person in need behind. Beside, who would take care of you if not me?" She bit her lip a moment, "I mean, I COULD take you to your family if I knew who to take you to..." she said, leaving and opening for him to reveal exactly who he might be to her. "But you are far to weak to travel on your own and I am unable to stay from my path to do so at the moment. I am on the road to my cousin's wedding. I cannot miss it."

He guessed she was right. Samuel didn't want to intrude anymore and make her go out of her way to make sure he was somewhere he needed to be safe. He would feel worse if she missed her cousin's wedding. "I am truly sorry my lady. My family is far from here and I will stay with you till I gain my strength, then I must be on my way." He tried to move a little but winced in pain.

"That is as long as you do not mind?" He planned to go with her to her cousin's wedding and try to find a way to repay her. "I must find a way to repay you for your troubles my lady." Samuel thought she was beautiful and he liked the way she knew how to take care of him. Her hands were gentle and comforting. He was beginning to take a liking to her and he didn't even know her. "My apologizes for my rudeness my lady. My name is Samuel. And yours?"

The name Samuel sparked some kind of recognition deep in the back of her mind, but where she had heard it before did not surface. She would dwell upon it later. "Willow. My name is Willow. It is a pleasure to meet you Samuel." Her face turned a little grim, "I am afraid I must tell you that we found no other survivors among those we found you with. Be they family or friends, it appeared you were the only one to just barely make it. I'm sorry."

Samuel smiled at her name. Her name was as beautiful as she. "The pleasure is mine Willow." He meant every word. Her name sounded nice coming off his tongue and if she hadn't found him he would have surely died.

That was when she spoke of the other soldiers. His heart and face sunk. No one else survived. William. That meant his brother was dead. He wondered how he could be the only one to survive the battle. Why him? What type of curse was on him that he be the only man to walk away from the bloodshed. "My... my brother... he... he was with me." His eyes closed at the thought. He had no one left of his family but his uncle. His parents being going, William was all he had, but now he had no one.


A compassionate and nurturing woman, evident by her willingness to help an injured stranger without hesitation. Her gentle and comforting touch reflects her caring nature. She is also determined and focused on her goals, such as attending her cousin's wedding despite the unexpected responsibility of taking care of Samuel. Her beauty is emphasized through Samuel's perspective, making her appear as an angelic figure in his eyes.

The name Samuel sparked some kind of recognition deep in the back of her mind, but where she had heard it before did not surface. She would dwell upon it later. "Willow. My name is Willow. It is a pleasure to meet you Samuel." Her face turned a little grim, "I am afraid I must tell you that we found no other survivors among those we found you with. Be they family or friends, it appeared you were the only one to just barely make it. I'm sorry."


A young man in his late teens. He has an athletic build, conditioned by the rigors of the academy's physical training regimen. His eyes are sharp and observant, always scanning his environment for potential threats or opportunities. Despite his serious demeanor on the battlefield, he possesses a playful side that often manifests itself in bouts of flirtatious behavior towards his female counterparts. However, beneath this exterior lies a determined spirit and an iron will to succeed; he is not one to back down from a challenge no matter how daunting it may seem. His competitive nature combined with his inherent stubbornness makes him a formidable opponent in any situation.

Despite knowing the stakes, Alex just couldn't help himself as his eyes locked with Nia's spandex-clad feminine area. He could already feel himself starting to get aroused simply by looking at her in those spandex shorts. He had to admit, one of the boons of coming to this academy was the female uniforms in general, but it certainly did make it hard to focus on the tasks at hand. He shook his mind out of it as his eyes went back up to meet his opponent's, it seemed like they were both waiting for the other to make the first move. Unfortunately, they didn't have all day and someone had to strike first. He decided to try and catch her in a moment of surprise and suddenly rushed toward her.

He arced his foot in a side-kick, wondering if she would block. He anticipated that if she did, he would get her with a reversal kick, using his own momentum and the platform of her block to propel his other foot up and over, hoping to catch her in the side by surprise if she did block. Unfortunately, this move was a bit risky as, if she chose to catch his kick rather than simply block it, it would leave his groin area exposed for a counter-attack. He just hoped that this girl wasn't that good to do that.

Nia frowned as Alex rushed towards her with a strike, using his foot to get her from the side. Instead of blocking it she let herself drown forward all the way onto her stomach. So his foot would pass her overhead and she used this moment to bring her right arm up and clenched her hand in a fist and struck him in his exposed groin before rolling away to the left to quickly push herself up and stand up.

Hope filled Nia in a prayer that he wouldn't recover too fast and rushed her as she took this time to stand up properly and get back into a waiting position. Part of her did feel terrible for striking at a very, vulnerable, location for a man. But she knew her goal was to win. And that she would. She would show Alex and her commander that she was the best. Panting she pushed herself up off the floor and watched him as carefully as she could in that moment.

For the briefest of moments, Nia would likely have been able to feel his soft genitals against her clenched fist. She probably could have that his testicles were on the smaller side, likely having hit his lower-hanging one dead one while his cock was uncircumcised and soft. The boy, never having been struck so hard in such a sensitive spot, immediately collapsed to the mat clutching at his manhood, curling up into a ball as he began to groan in pain.

He desperately wanted to recover and keep going but the agony in his baby-makers made that impossible. Instead, he tried to crawl away from Nia to try and buy himself some more time, still remaining curled up. Unfortunately for him, the nature of having external sex organs would allow for Nia to press her advantage if she wished it, likely giving her a window to reach behind and between his legs to grab at the part he wasn't able to protect if she chose to.

Nia let out a heavy breath as she watched him try to crawl away. And press her advantage she did. She decided to do a low kick with a sweep to his backside that would knock him flat on his back. It was hard but she accomplished her plan and he was gripping his tender spot now breathless on the mat.

In moments she was on top of him, straddling him, her bent knee pressed into his junk and she got in a read position. One hand pressed down with her full weight as gaunt his chest at the base of his throat. The other ready to punch at the slightest movement. Her knee pressing harder and harder into his groin.

Feeling completely pinned and helpless, the male's mind tried to think of ways to try and get out of this position. Every instinct he had said that any amount of struggling would likely put his tender bits in an even more precarious position but he wasn't willing to give up just yet. As she pressed her knee into his groin, she could feel his two testicles in their sack, probably no larger than the size of plump cherry tomatoes pressing against her knee bone. She could likely also feel his cock twitching, getting slightly stiffer as a small mound begins to form larger between his legs.

"I-I'm not done yet!" He cries out as he wraps one of his legs around her knee and tries to pull a reversal on her. He scrambles to move his legs around in such a way that he can trap her torso between his own legs and start to squeeze, unknowingly placing her head near his unprotected sack if he did succeed in doing so.

It worked. Before she knew it, Nia was laying on her stomach her head near his sack. She let out a large breath and sighed. But in a rush she threw her head back hitting someone soft before doing a curl up to get herself free. Pushing out her elbows in a jabbing gesture to hit his softly points that would help her get free.

Hurriedly she did a somersault away and got a few feet from him before standing up weakly and turning around to face him. "I will win. If I have to hit every soft spot I will win." She seethed and glared at him. Frustrated she hadn't won already.

Feeling his baby-makers getting battered again by her headbutt made him recoil immediately as he released the girl from his hold, once again clutching at his malehood as he found himself gasping for air. At this point, he was starting to feel slightly ill from the amount of abuse the sensitive organs were taking. Groaning, he couldn't even get the strength to stand up once more and feebly kicked out at her to try and get her to stay away from him.

Even so, he wasn't about to give up, even if he was mewling about his balls. However, he could feel his strength waning in this fight with the more hits he received to his cock and balls. "F-fight fair." He choked out, his voice slightly higher-pitched than normal. He couldn't help but wonder if the girl was getting some sort of satisfaction out of this though and that was why she was targeting him down there. Admittedly, he would have enjoyed it if she had if it didn't affect the fact that he'd have to do yet another remedial match if he lost this one.

Nia easily dodged his kick. Panting she looked at him as he moaned about his balls and glared at her. "There is no fairness in war. And I wouldn't be hitting that area so often if you hadn't put me in positions to easily do so." Nia stated with a sharp breath afterwards. None of this had been her intention to say the least. She knew of the male sensitivity of that location. And it was a little unfair. But she hadn't been aiming specifically to keep striking him at his groin. It mostly just happened because of coincidence.

Letting out a sigh, Nia mentally planned on how she would win. She'd settle, for now, not aiming for his beloved balls. But she had to win. She had only ever had to do one remedial fight and she wanted to keep it that way.

In moments she sprinted towards Alex but instead of striking, she leaped instead over his curled frame. Twisting her body, she landed facing him and did a swift kick at his back with the heel of her foot directly on the upper half of his spine so to temporarily shock him and also cause the breath to be forced out of his lungs.

Finally able to recover slightly, Alex watched as the girl rushed over to him to try and take him down. He immediately rolled to the side to avoid her kick, managing to do so by only centimeters it felt like as he felt the rush of air against his spine. With that moment of surprise, he forced his body to go into overdrive and try to catch the girl unaware as he swept his leg underneath her to try and knock her down. If she wanted to fight dirty then he would to.

He wasn't about to let himself get subjected to another one of these remedial fights because of some ball-busting girl! Worse yet, he was concerned that if word got out to the other female cadets about how effective the tactic was, other girls would start to do the same and he may be caught in an endless cycle of getting his cock and balls busted. Which would not speak well to his ability to reproduce later in life if he wanted to ever have kids with any of these girls.

Trying to take advantage of the moment as well, he tried to lash his other foot out to catch her in the side if she chose to dodge his leg sweep. He wasn't out of this fight yet!


A formidable young woman, perhaps in her late teens or early twenties. She possesses an athletic physique, honed through relentless training at the academy. Her eyes are focused and determined, always alert to the movements of her opponent. She carries herself with a sense of discipline and seriousness that commands respect from those around her. However, beneath this tough exterior lies a fiery spirit and fierce determination; she will stop at nothing to achieve victory, even if it means resorting to unconventional tactics. Her competitive nature combined with her unwavering resolve makes her a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.. Wears spandex shorts as part of her uniform.

Nia easily dodged his kick. Panting she looked at him as he moaned about his balls and glared at her. "There is no fairness in war. And I wouldn't be hitting that area so often if you hadn't put me in positions to easily do so." Nia stated with a sharp breath afterwards. None of this had been her intention to say the least. She knew of the male sensitivity of that location. And it was a little unfair. But she hadn't been aiming specifically to keep striking him at his groin. It mostly just happened because of coincidence.

Letting out a sigh, Nia mentally planned on how she would win. She'd settle, for now, not aiming for his beloved balls. But she had to win. She had only ever had to do one remedial fight and she wanted to keep it that way.

In moments she sprinted towards Alex but instead of striking, she leaped instead over his curled frame. Twisting her body, she landed facing him and did a swift kick at his back with the heel of her foot directly on the upper half of his spine so to temporarily shock him and also cause the breath to be forced out of his lungs.


A man of strong build and rugged charm, bearing the marks of numerous battles. His eyes are keen and observant, reflecting his profession as a witch hunter. He possesses an assertive personality, often taking the initiative in situations despite his physical condition. While he shows signs of affection towards Alanna, he also harbors deep-seated suspicions about her true nature. Despite this, there's an element of kindness to him that extends beyond mere duty or obligation. His stubbornness becomes evident when he insists on leaving for the village despite not being fully healed yet, showing a determination and resilience characteristic of his profession.

Jack was quite aware of how disoriented she appeared with dirt and leaves in her hair. It was not his place to question it. It was more that if he did he would not like the answer. He really found her to be a lovely angel and his efforts was blindly to simply make her smile.

"Yes I did!" He beamed at her proudly. "I am feeling a bit better already, not the best but better!" He kept his smile. "Would you like me to warm some water so you can have a bath?" He motioned his hand into his hair to show her there was things in hers.

"No it's alright I can handle my own bathing" Alanna said softly "I just thought you'd be resting..."

She smiled it was nice but she didn't like him moving around too much though she needed to bathe before she ate anything. She set the basket down and went to heat some water so she could clean the dirt and leaves off of her. At least he hadn't asked what she had been doing that morning she wasn't sure she could tell a convincing enough lie as tired as she was. "Thank you for preparing breakfast" She said to him "But you really shouldn't strain yourself."

Jack smiled as he did feel like he made a good impression on her. It quickly changed as she refused his offer for fetching the water for her bath. He did like the thought of her bathing though he knew she didn't think much of him. He set aside a plate for both of them as she went to bath.

He was quite impressed by her clean glow, it reminded him of the angel he dreamt off. "It was my pleasure and I promise to take it easy if you would just smile. You are quite a lovely maiden!" He had to be direct.

Once Alanna was clean she let out a light sigh it was nice to be clean but it had done nothing to wake her up instead it had relaxed her. She hadn't gotten to sleep at all last night it had been her fault but she'd had no choice. She walked out in a clean dress with some linen tying her wait hair off of her face.

"I do smile" She said softly sitting down to eat "You just aren't paying attention." She was too worried to smile there was still a chance he'd find her out as a witch but she tried to push it into the back of her mind.

Jack took offense by her comment. He had been watching her carefully from the start. He never saw a smile, it was always a concerned look wanting to make sure he was safe. "Really, when did you last smile!" He smiled at his question and took a more focus gaze at her. Just in case she does smile he wouldn't miss it. "Common, just one big bright smile and I will stay in bed all day!" He tried to blackmail her for a smile

"Okay I haven't smiled... but that's because you can rip your stitches open" Alanna said to him "Speaking of which... I'll have to change your bandages after you're done eating."

She didn't want an infection to set in that could potentially cripple him or much worse. It took very little time for her to finish her food living in the woods hadn't left much time for social graces. She took her bowl to clean it out while she waited for him to finish eating. Glancing out the window she spotted her familiar. It was a wild cat that had twin tails and piercing green eyes. He was worried about her but she knew what she was doing.

Jack frowned at her response. "Don't worry about my stitches. I am fine!" He was suspecting the reason she was alone in the woods was probably because she was always that serious. "Don't you know how to lighten up. If you don't smile you may end up looking like an old ugly witch!" He was speaking freely now assuming she feared witches as well. He lifted his arms and offered them for her to change the bandages.

"There is not much to be joyous for in the world today" Alanna said softly as she slowly removed his bandages "You should know that yourself..."

She wasn't sure where that statement came from but she meant it there wasn't much happiness left in the world especially for those like her. The constant razor's edge she always walked if a hunter could reach her through the forest's danger then that didn't bode well for the village. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to say such a grave thing" She said forcing a genuine smile on her face.

Jack could sense there was something that prevented her from being happy. He took a practical approach to her problem as he adjusted his arm for her to change the bandages. He didn't take her words as being graved, he assumed being out here all alone with feed ones mind with such hopeless ideas.

"You are here. You are a reason that I can smile. Can breathe also." He added jokingly. She had the lovely green eyes and fiery red hair, every time he glanced at her he felt spell bound by her beauty. "If these woods don't give you a reason to smile, then maybe the lovely maiden should go to a place where she can smile!"

"Then who would help the Game hunters" Alanna asked him "I am here because I am needed..." It was only one of her reasons this forest kept her safe from harm it fed her. The only place she could truly feel safe was here but with him around that wasn't true anymore. If he found out he would just kill her like any other witch hunter in existence.

"You're wounds are healing well" She said as she finished "You'll be able to leave before you know it." That made her feel relieved she hoped he'd actually leave when he was well enough too. She could relax then but what would she do afterward he knew where she was and it wouldn't be long before others found her home.

"I'm not saying you aren't needed here!" Jack offered a smile as he glanced at his healing wounds. "I just feel you should be happy, smiling at time!" He looked back at her eyes, her lips. God they were tempting. "Maybe I should stay until you smile a bit more!" He teased wanting to see her reaction. He suspected she didn't want that and he held her hands ensuring she stayed there before him for a little more.

He felt his hands caressing her arms as he stood there. "You are so pretty, you know that, don't you?" He leaned closer, so she can feel his breath against her cheeks after his comment.

"Please stop insisting I be happy" Alanna said softly "I am perfectly content." When he mentioned staying she felt cold and tried to move away from him but he gripped her hands. She didn't meet his eyes what was doing why couldn't he just heal and leave. As his hands moved to her arms she glanced at him. A shiver ran through her as he leaned closer she wasn't sure how to react. "What are you doing?" She asked him softly.

"Have you never felt the touch of a man?" She was acting extremely nervous. Jack thought it was a sweet innocent look. His smile widen, something he would have loved to seen in her face. He leaned forward to offer her lips a kiss. He knew she didn't show any affection towards him so his plan was simple, to show her that he had affection for her. He had hoped that would change her attitude towards him. He tried to kiss her on the lips.

"Please... stop" Alanna said softly. She tried to step back when he leaned forward to kiss her she didn't feel comfortable being touched like this. He was acting strange and it made her even more nervous. When he tried to kiss her she turned her head and his lips brushed her cheek. She wasn't innocent she knew about being with a man even if she'd never been with one herself. "Just stop... please Jack" She told him.

It was a soft tone and Jack knew no woman would easily give away their honor. He softly tasted her cheek, his nose blessed with her natural odor. It was intoxicating. His hands still holding hers, he took what was offered to him. His nose playfully rubbed on her cheeks. It was a moment of heaven, much like the dreams he had of her. Far better than the dream.

It quickly changed when there was another no. It was like a sharp blade stabbing him back to reality. She didn't want his affection. Rejection wad brutal. He glimpsed at her face and only saw her distaste in him. Nothing else entered his mind. He sat their feeling lost and confused wondering how he let his mind lead him astray.

Alanna bit her bottom lips feeling his nose rubbing her cheek not sure if he was going to stop. When she felt his grip slacken she stepped away her hands shaking. "I..." She looked away and let out a sigh.

She clasped her shaking hands to herself to hide her fear hoping he wouldn't react with anger. He wasn't reacting but then again she couldn't tell.

Jack had always thought of himself as a good person. Why else would he fight those evil witches, but he realized he had crossed a line. In this story he wasn't the good guy. His eyes quickly noticing her trembling hands seeking comfort in each other. Only his eyes moved as the revelation was hard for him to swallow. He was possessed by her beauty to do more than he normally would have. He felt that was a good thing, to be so interested in her. But she didn't see it that way.

"I'm sorry, I have crossed the line!" He lifted himself off the bed. He knew he could managed now with his wounds. She had done a lot and it was healing far faster than he would have anticipated. "I'll seek shelter in this village you spoke off!" His words clear that it wasn't comfortable for both of them to be alone together. He needed one more thing from her though. "Which direction is the village?" He was already at the door.

Alanna tried to tell herself she wanted to stop him that he was still wounded but she wanted him gone. If he was well enough to leave that would be for the best. Though he wouldn't survive a trip to the village even if it were a short trip the forest would wound him and he would probably end up right back here.

"You cannot make the trip..." She said "I'll have to guide you..." She hoped he'd think she just didn't want him getting lost but she didn't want him getting attacked by the forest. "If I let you get hurt I would never forgive myself" She added.

Jack words only confirmed to Jack that she really don't want to be around him. She was interested in his safety, but not his feelings. He questioned himself what about him that really made her reject him. Vividly her change of attitude when he mentioned he was a witch hunter. He knew that was the case, but he had suppressed that thought thinking it was a minor detail. Where did she go early in the morning. Knowing his chances with her had vanished. He looked at her more differently now. Maybe she knew the witch that he battled with.

"Yes, I would be very grateful!" His tone had changed to a flat monolytic sound. He was just saying the right words. "I wouldn't want to encounter the witch on our way to the town!" Maybe she plotted with the witch in the early morning and leading him onto a trap. He had to plan for such an event.

"I doubt you will" Alanna said going to the kitchen "It'll take us the day to get there... so I'll pack a meal..." She packed bread, cheese, and dried Deer meat and grabbed a jar of her salve his change in attitude had jarred her.

"Take this with you" She said handing him the jar "It's the salve I put on your wounds... next time you change your bandages apply this..."

She grabbed her bag she'd have to retrieve her things when she returned but that would wait for now. Going to the door she waited for him to gather his things keeping her thoughts to herself and only saying what she thought was important. Hopefully he wouldn't find out about her until he was far away and she had left.

Jack had very little to gather. He just had his clothes. Most of his weapons was lost in the battle. He stared at her kitchen and seeing a large knife. He looked at her. "Do you mind if I borrow this. Maybe in the town, I can trade something and buy a proper weapon!" He took it up as she had no reason to object. Off course he didn't want to be defenseless in the event the witch did attack. The gleaming blade went to the side of his belt and he moved passed her at the door.

The outside of her home was very humble, a nice peaceful setting. Part of him wanting his thoughts about her colluding with witches to be wrong. He couldn't take the chance though. He had no idea where he came from, but he could see the trail of dry blood on some of the rubble on the ground to the East. He didn't say anything and prayed she was going to lead him in any direction but East.

Alanna suppressed a shiver when he went to grab the knife but she nodded at his question. Gulping hard she let him pass her before walking outside and looking around. The village was to the East a trek that she could handle on her own. It would go through the darkest parts of the forest but she hoped they could through without much trouble.

"Come on... it would be best to arrive there by nightfall" She told him eyeing her knife in his belt.

She headed towards the East knowing he'd follow her they would reach the village by sunset and she'd leave him to walk back on her own. Glancing at the blood stained stones it was a wonder he'd survived he'd passed through the darkest parts of the forest a place not even the bravest of game hunters would go.

Jack felt his heart race a bit as she moved toward the East. He felt sure now it was a trap. He prepared himself mentally to defend himself when the time came. The sweat building on the palm of his hand which was dabbed onto his pants repeatedly to keep them dry. She was just as silent giving him the dreaded feeling of fear. His adrenaline was also building in anticipation. He watched the pretty form that walked before him and still couldn't accept that she would lead him to his death.

The question of why she would save him in the first place was obvious in his mind. Maybe she was a cruel witch that love to see people suffer. Maybe she wanted to bring him close to death and then heal him and repeat the process indefinitely. "So do you help anyone in need?" It was a question to break the silence in the gloomy forest. "I mean, if it was someone that wanted to harm you, would you save them?" He words hinting to the fact that he was probably someone she regretted saving.

Alanna was walking in silence deeply afraid of what he would do with her back to him but she didn't break her stride to not appear nervous. Her hands shook slightly as she walked keeping her eyes ahead. The thought that he could stab her in the back at any second kept her from stopping. When he broke the silence of the walk she stopped for just a second before going back into her stride.

"I help anyone that comes to me wounded," She stated "Regardless of their standing... I suppose it is dangerous... but how could I turn away someone in need."

There were shadows moving through the trees the spirits of the forest were watching them closely. She felt safer with them around but if they attacked she didn't think she could let them kill a wounded man. He hadn't shown aggression towards her but he wasn't out of her life yet.

It was an odd response that she would help regardless the person. Jack was hesitant to believe someone could be that naive. He kept the paste behind the red haired woman but was far from accepting her answer. With his past he could never help anyone that posed a threat to himself.

"What if they have hurt you in the past?" He wanted to know if it was just words. No one can be that forgiving, especially if she was indeed a witch. His questions seem to add a chill to the air. He could feel a dark presence in the woods, maybe they were closer to the place where he battled the witch and he was feeling very uneasy.