A sensitive and emotionally vulnerable girl, still nursing the wounds of a past heartbreak. Her tendency to suppress her feelings indicates a level of self-restraint and and inclination to avoid burdening others with her problems. Despite this, she shows an openness to forming connections, as evidenced by her inviting Rea into her home and ultimately confiding in her. She is attractive. She has hair that can be brushed away from her face and is capable of blushing, implying a light skin tone.

The bond between the angel and the charge was growing, and Rea knew it. Whether it was simply luck or circumstance, the angel was going to take advantage of it. Tei might have cried on her own tonight, and Rea might not have been there yet. But she was now, and she was eternally grateful to whatever fate had given her this easy chance to help a charge, and future angel.

A warm flush came once again to the angel's cheeks at the repeated compliment. "Well, thanks," she replied, batting her sapphire hues softly. Their gazes met, staring into each other's eyes. For a moment, the whole world disappeared. The angel could feel everything her charge felt. Her sadness, her worries, her pain; all of it. And before she knew what was happening, her palm had come to rest on Tei's cheek. Rea leaned closer and closer until her lips was a feather's touch away from Tei's own mouth.

Tei couldn't believe it was really happening... Because inside she suddenly felt a small hint of hope. She had always hoped someone would come to stop her sadness, and now there was Rea there in front of her. She couldn't stop looking at her eyes, feeling her cheeks get really red. She forgot how long they had known each other for... as it seemed like it didn't matter. And only them being there mattered.

She could sense that Rea could feel all the pain inside her heart, as she felt a comfort from the hand on her cheek. The warm skin made her heart feel even warmer, suddenly feeling Rea's lips just in front of hers. She didn't doubt it... and she leaned a bit more, letting her lips press against Rea's. Her eyes closing as their lips pressed softly against each other's.


An adult woman working as a school nurse. She has a voluptuous figure, particularly noted for her large bust. Her personality is complex; she's caring and empathetic towards the students' issues, yet she crosses professional boundaries with Matthew, demonstrating a lack of appropriate judgement. She also shows signs of being flirtatious and sexually assertive. Despite the unexpected situation with Matthew, she remains composed and even seems to derive some personal satisfaction from the encounter. This suggests that Nurse Ivana is adventurous and thrill-seeking in nature.

Ivana had heard Matthew say something, but didn't quite catch it. Knowing what she did about youth- even seniors, things not said loudly enough were best left unsaid. If she pushed him for an answer, she was likely to push him away instead. Ivana was at a loss as to what her next move could be. She reflexively squeezed her hands on the boy's thighs as a method of getting her brain to work as well as trying to calm him. What she found was that it wasn't calming him at all—quite the opposite! Nurse Ivana's brow furrowed as she gripped something odd. The woman looked down to figure out why Matthew had some odd, hard part of his body running down his thigh. She followed the hard, throbbing thing down until it ended somewhere above his knee. Before she was able to surmise what it was, she'd followed it back up with her hand until its beginning at the center of his crotch. Her eyes widened, accompanied by her jaw falling open. She stood, staring at the outline of easily one of the biggest dicks she'd ever encountered. Suddenly the answer to both their problems arose.

Ivana gave a wicked, yet reassuring, smile. She let her hands slip away as she walked around the examination table and behind Matthew. He'd feel her immense bust push up into his back as she leaned forward. Her soft hands flipped around his sides and back over his thighs, this time a little more sensually than before. Her breath came hot in his ear as she asked to confirm a theory of hers. "Matthew... is this what's got you so nervous? Are you having... issues with this in classes?" When she said the word 'this', one of her hands took hold of his cock again outside his pants. She took a firm grip and began to stroke it slowly, giving a quiet moan of need.

Matthew was literally sweating as he tried to think of something, anything that would get rid of the erection that was starting. But it was like nothing could get past the vision of twenty pounds of tits in a ten pound bag. The dress the nurse had on might as well have been a Halloween costume... no, he was pretty sure it was a Halloween costume! None of that mattered at the moment, though, because as the blood forced its way down, his cock filled out to the point where she would start to notice, no matter how much praying he tried!

And right on schedule. He could tell by her wandering hand that the nurse managed to noticed his problem, though instead of screaming in horror or for a principal, she moved around him, and was suddenly at his back. His cock pulsed mightily as his back felt the softness of her breasts behind him. Even with clothes, having her lean against him was amazing! And when she spoke... he could feel himself melt like microwaved butter. As her hands dragged against his covered thighs, then gripped the outline of young dick still trapped in his pants, she asked him if that was his problem with his classes, and he could only reply with a nod as he bit his bottom lip.

Agonizingly slow strokes would torture him as he spoke "I can usually get a moment to... you know, take care of it in the morning, but by time gym comes around I'm back to full sensitivity, and I have gym with half the cheer squad playing volleyball... or running... I'm shot. I can't run around like that without finding a place to... take care of it before gym!" He huffed and leaned back against her more. It was nice to have a feeling like he was being supported, even if she was just using the moment to reach around for him cock. It's not like he had busty nurses falling out of the sky, or something!

"Oh, you poor dear! Well, I wouldn't be doing my job if I let a student walk the school with medical issues like this. Maybe you need some help from more than just your own hands working it off." Ivana reached her other hand around, surrounding Matthew with her lithe arms while her bust pressed further into his back. She let her hot breath wash over his head while she set to work undoing his pants. The woman jumped when Matthew's huge cock suddenly sprang free. It was easily eight or nine inches, and that was just from where she could see over his shoulder! "Oh, my.. You're quite gifted, aren't you, Matthew?" The nurse giggled a big and began sliding her fingers around his girth.

"MMmmmm, how does that feel, sweetie?" She stroked him from base to tip, slowly and firmly. Her other hand sank to gently pull out his huge balls, massaging them and rolling them around in palm. "No wonder you're in such need! Look at the size of these! You must have enough for three guys in here." Ivana dropped her head and began to kiss along Matthew's neck. She stroked a little faster, nibbling his ear as she worked. As long as she kept it up, he'd be relieved in no time! That left other times during school he'd need a hand, though. Or maybe more than a hand...

It was all a little much for the inexperienced Matthew. The biggest pair of tits he'd ever seen suddenly pressed against him while the nurse pulled him free from behind. He was barely hanging on to anything that could be deemed coherent thought, but once she speak into his neck. Once that hot breath danced across the poor boy's skin, he was all but putty in her hands. Well, he was putty, but his cock was like a hot rod with a pulse."F... feels good, m'am. Really good..." He had found himself leaning back against her as she then freed his achingly full balls. "I... I jerked off this morning, but it just... keeps coming back so fast..."

He sounded sad, like it was some curse that he'd never get rid of. But she kept stroking, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for long. "W-wait! I don't wanna, ugh! Oh! Oh god! Hnnnnng!" He was going to say that he didn't want to cum there, because there was a reason he jerked off in the shower. The blast of cum was fired like a bullet, arching a thick stream after it, before another... and another. All the while it dribbled from his head and down the veined shaft, before another few pulses pumped messy spray up and out, getting some on the both of them "Oh god... I'm so sorry!"

To say Nurse Ivana was impressed with the young man's full, erect size would be a vast understatement. She'd been with full grown men over six feet tall bearing smaller dicks than Matthew! It only made her need to satisfy him grow exponentially. She worked his dick up and down, enjoying the smooth shaft and hot, throbbing veins across it. She massaged his balls a bit longer, then moved her hand up and under his shirt. Along with her steadily increasing stroke speed and kisses over his sensitive neck, Ivana ran her fingers up Matthew's young chest. She felt his tight muscles and rubbed them, half wishing they were in a more private space so she could experience all of him for herself.

Ivana's daydream ceased immediately when she heard the young man cry out. She opened her eyes to see a violent eruption of cum fire into the air. She pretty much expected that, but not the volume of seed he was capable of ejecting! Towers of semen were erected and fell again and again. Though he was making an absolute mess of her office, his own chest, and even her face, she refused to stop working his dick. "Oh, my!! Look at that!! Oh, yyyyesssss, Matthew! Cum for Nurse Ivana!" She opened her mouth, taking in a few strands of sperm to taste and drink. She hoped the next time this happened, Matthew would relieve himself over her tongue instead.


A young high school student, in his late teens. He's inexperienced and somewhat naive, yet physically mature for his age, evidenced by the frequent uncontrollable erections he experiences. His personality is shy and awkward, especially around adults or authority figures like Nurse Ivana. Despite this, he shows signs of being responsible and considerate; he is quick to apologize when things get messy and offers to clean up after himself. He also is resourceful and proactive in trying to find solutions for his problem.

To say Nurse Ivana was impressed with the young man's full, erect size would be a vast understatement. She'd been with full grown men over six feet tall bearing smaller dicks than Matthew! It only made her need to satisfy him grow exponentially. She worked his dick up and down, enjoying the smooth shaft and hot, throbbing veins across it. She massaged his balls a bit longer, then moved her hand up and under his shirt. Along with her steadily increasing stroke speed and kisses over his sensitive neck, Ivana ran her fingers up Matthew's young chest. She felt his tight muscles and rubbed them, half wishing they were in a more private space so she could experience all of him for herself.

Ivana's daydream ceased immediately when she heard the young man cry out. She opened her eyes to see a violent eruption of cum fire into the air. She pretty much expected that, but not the volume of seed he was capable of ejecting! Towers of semen were erected and fell again and again. Though he was making an absolute mess of her office, his own chest, and even her face, she refused to stop working his dick. "Oh, my!! Look at that!! Oh, yyyyesssss, Matthew! Cum for Nurse Ivana!" She opened her mouth, taking in a few strands of sperm to taste and drink. She hoped the next time this happened, Matthew would relieve himself over her tongue instead.

Matthew was huffing from the sheer tide of emotions that washed over him from cumming, and he could see the mess he'd made "Oh wow... oh no... I'm sorry nurse, let me help clean this up for you!" He slowly pushed himself off, the softer cock dangling one last drop of cum that fell to the floor before he could cup and put the monster away "That's why I use the shower... I learned the hard way..." He just grabbed paper towels and wet them some before he got to work wiping. He was like a boy possessed, and experienced in the ways of cleaning his own mess. "If... well... I feel a lot better, and I can look at you without immediately catching a raging boner! Thanks so much!"

He smiled gratefully at the nurse and got back to wiping "You know... if there's a chance I could come here mid day... after lunch, but before gym. I could come here to just... knock the edge off, and I could go to gym and maybe not feel like a total dork." he wiped and then felt his jaw drop "Uh, uh, wait... I didn't mean for you to do this every time... I could just use the shower here? That would work, right?" He dumped another clump of paper towels in the trash and looked around "Uhhh... speaking of showers... you may want to use one, ma'am..." He'd noticed a good glob hit her square. He bet it was that last shot... that one always tended to spray!


A 15 years old teenage mare of an attractive appearance and fashionable style, as suggested by her careful choice of clothing. She often dresses in a black fleecy sweater, red plaid skirt, torn-up black leggings, and purple winter coat---attire suitable for cold weather. Her rebellious personality is evident through her defiant attitude towards authority figures like her father. She's intelligent and quick-witted, evidenced by her sharp quips and keen awareness of social dynamics. However, she also exhibits a sense of arrogance and manipulative tendencies, using others (such as Zephyr Feather) as tools for asserting herself against her father's control. Despite these traits suggesting a somewhat self-centered nature, she does show care towards some responsibilities like feeding Stardusk.

Mindful barely heard her father call for her over her music blasting in her headphones, Pressing a key combination to pause her music player, and wiggle her headphones down to her neck. At first, She thought he was gonna yell at her for Stardusk being left alone in the living room but was proven to be mistaken.

"Uh... oh! One of her friends came to pick her up, She's totally fucking him, I mean I don't blame her." She rolled her eyes, disliking she was being interrupted while she was reading a case study online.

"I, at least fed Star, that's my only responsibility. Knowing where Mom should be yours right?" She continued her onslaught of sharpened quips.

The young mare would be dressed for the cold weather that seemed to have come early for their town. A black fleecy sweater that hid everything, A red plaid skirt with a white petticoat underneath to help with warmth and torn up black leggings, her purple winter coat on her chair by her desk and her snow boots were downstairs to dry.

"Is that all you wanted? I'm reading something." She snarled, trying to get back to her task.

Shortly after the line 'I don't blame her,' the door to her bedroom would be somewhat sharply opened, to reveal a rather tired and worn out Lance. he deadpanned at his daughter for a second, bags starting to appear under his eyes even as he looked at her. "You're fifteen," he gruffed after a moment. "You shouldn't be talking like that." He paused for a moment, taking a long, deep breath. "Sorry if I can't keep track of everything when I'm out making money so you can have your... music thing, and your toys, and your clothes. You Mom get you that sweater? I'm the one who paid for it you know." His steely blue eyes fell on the teen on the bed. She was just like her mother, in appearance and even a little in attitude. Mindful actually looked a lot right now like Lana had when he'd first met her.

That strange thought lingered in his head for a second or two, before he gave it a small shake. "Hey I'm serious about that. Who taught you to talk that way?"

Mindful blinked unmoved by his outburst, she rolled her eyes and sighed. "I suppose if you wanted me to be an innocent little girl you'd A.) Not have me in public school and B.) not have an Internet connection. Great Job." She said, returning her gaze to her reading material.

"Oh, yeah Mom got me the sweater and, also I have a feeling if I told you this you'd lose your mind. I don't care however, I've already lost my virginity, Zephyr Feather and I have been seeing each other~" She said, intentionally trying to rile her father up, hoping he'd just slammed her door in frustration

Lance was feeling a particular feeling in his gut. It wasn't quite rage, but it was... a deep, seething frustration. It wasn't quite right to call your daughter a bitch, but Mindful definitely was one. He knew her type from high school—popular, good looking, high on herself. She was normally feisty when she spoke to him, but tonight was an entirely different story.

He could tell she'd been talking with her mother. She had made some good points about the internet and the public schools, though. He couldn't refute those, which only added to his frustration.

Her taunting had an opposite effect on him, however. He stepped further into the room and pointed his hoof accusingly at her. "If you get pregnant with that little fucker's kid I'm gonna ground your ass till you're done with college, and I'm gonna beat his into a pulp." He stopped himself, then took a deep, calming breath, trying to bring things back to a normal level while also doing his best not to imagine his daughter having sex in this very room. "Seriously, Mindful, please. Don't get pregnant." His soft tone faded, and he narrowed his brows. "Don't mess with me on this. I will put you on birth control and fuck up your little teenage hormones just to be safe."

"Noted. I'm not one of the brain-dead sluts on the cheer squad dad, You and mom raised me better than that." She snapped at him. "I've been using condoms with Zeph. Calm down dad, don't act like you weren't having sex as a teenager, fucking hell." She bringing her hoof up to lay her face onto it, displaying her boredom with the conversation. "Are we done? and before you ask, I already did homework." She said, looking at him then back to her paper.

Oh, well that was reassuring... in a way. Lance looked back towards the open bedroom door, inhaled slowly, exhaled, then turned his gaze back to Mindful. "Your mother is f—" He stopped himself. "Yes, I was, but with mares its different. You're not supposed to—Look, it's just fucking different." He hunched his shoulders some, then turned halfway back to the door, exposing the profile of his sturdy frame to her. "Yeah, we're done," he finished with a huff. He needed a drink--quite a few drinks actually. "Just so you know, you're not going out tonight. I can see you all dressed up." He paused in the doorway for a second, then pointedly grabbed the handle and slammed the door behind him.

Down to the kitchen he went, rearing up on his hinds to snatch a whiskey bottle from the top of the cupboard. He grabbed a glass from the counter, poured himself a generous helping, then downed it in a couple gulps. Rolling his eyes, he elected instead to just take the whole bottle and lumber his way over to the living room, where he promptly flopped down on the couch and grabbed the remote.

"Heyyyyy," Stardusk whined as Lance flipped the channel. "There's a TV in your room for a reason," he said with a dismissive wave of his hoof. "It's almost your bedtime anyways." There was protest in Stardusk's eyes as he left, leaving Lance alone to continue polishing off that bottle as the night went on.

"Fine, Doesn't stop Zeph from coming over." Mindful said after he left, opening her messenger and sending Zeph to see her, another 15 minutes would go by before Mindful made her way down the stairs, welcoming her beau into the house. The young pegasus was Nervous as he stepped in removing his boots and coat, putting them in their proper place.

"Don't mind my dad, He's harmless C'mon baby~" She sang to him, grabbing his face into a kiss before rushing him upstairs to her room, quietly shutting the door she would pounce on her lover, kissing and biting his neck as he pulls her closer pushing her sweater and shirt up to grab at her breasts as Mindful placed her hooves onto his chest as they continue to lock lips with each other.

Soon the teens couldn't seem to help themselves, withdrawing a condom from her bedside table she helped Zeph undress partially as she removed her petticoat it would only serve to get in the way and she was needy at the moment, biting at his neck as she rubbed his thighs while he got the contraceptive on, craving his girlfriend's touch.

Fuming. That's what he was. He wasn't really even paying attention to whatever stupid reality TV show was on the television as he nursed the bottle of eighty-proof held in the loose grasp of his right hoof. He wasn't expecting to hear hooves on the stairs, nor was he expecting to see Mindful head for the front door. "What the fuck are you d—" He stopped as she opened it, then balked somewhat. Was she...? She was really doing it. Was she insane? Harmless? He was a guard. His daughter couldn't just... call her harmless.

She'd given him enough time to build up a buzz in the back of his skull, brought on by good few swallows of whiskey. To try and distract from the growing rage at hoof, he lifted the bottle and took a short guzzle from it before setting it aside.

They ran away upstairs, and he was left to brood... and brood he did. She couldn't just... invite some colt over here to fuck her. She was acting just like his wife—his bitch fifteen year old daughter was acting just like his wife. What sort of father let their daughter get away with that?

Lance stood suddenly, then lurched some, realizing he was a little bit more than buzzed. Taking one last swig from the bottle, he twisted the cap back on, then tossed it onto the couch and started for the stairs, lumbering up them with a purpose. He could only begin to imagine what could be on the other side of that door. If there was even so much as a hint of funny business he was going to make that little pegasus fly. Sure the guy had seemed nice enough at the door, but his daughter was using him as means of projecting herself, and that just wouldn't do.

By the time he'd get to her door, moans would start leaving her lips as Zeph began to fill her to the hilt, his wings half flapping as he pushed her onto her back, pinning her by the shoulders as he pistoned into her, her moans became louder than muffled as she tried to keep quiet as she didn't want her dad to hear, but fuck if she wasn't gonna have some fun and to spite her father even more. "Zeph, Quiet. Daddy would get really mad if he found out." She said in a mocking tone, as the stallion kept driving himself into her snatch.

The seething rage that was building in his form was almost indescribable. He could hear the sounds through the door, and he knew exactly what was going on in there. They hadn't even been in his house for ten minutes yet and she was already whoring herself to this colt just to make a point. Lance saw red, the alcohol buzzing in the back of his skull fueling it. Without so much as a moment of hesitation, he grabbed the door handle, then strode forward and delivered a firm shoulder to it, slamming the door open.

It swung violently inwards, slamming against the wall and shaking the floor, wafting the room in a slight breeze as Lance took in the sight before him, still not slowing. He approached the bed with a calculated haste, and before Zeph even had time to pull out, he was on the both of him, wrapping his left hoof around the colt's neck as he dragged him right up and off the adolescent mare, a familiar and peculiar wet sound filling the air as his length was yanked free. "Hope you know how to use those wings, kid," Lance gruffed, shifting over to the window and undoing the latch, still dangling the poor colt by his neck. "You're not special to her, trust me. She's just using you to act out."

Mindful jumped up and pulled on her father "You are not dropping him out the fucking window dad, have you lost your damned mind!?" She said, using her magic to try and take the colt from her fathers death grip. "Zeph means more to me that you'll ever know. I'll catch him if you drop him, you can't stop my magic, why are all the mudponies I know so hardheaded?" She said, casually using a racial slur against her father. Looking him dead in the eye.


A hardworking, stern father who struggles balancing his parental responsibilities. He displays signs of physical exhaustion and stress, evident from baggy eyes and a need for alcohol. Despite his gruff exterior, he shows concern for Mindful's well-being and future. His frustration over his daughter's behavior suggests traditional values regarding sexuality and responsibility. Physically, he has steely blue eyes and a sturdy frame suggestive of strength; it is also mentioned he was once a guard. His interactions reveal a lack of patience but also an underlying care for his family's welfare.

The seething rage that was building in his form was almost indescribable. He could hear the sounds through the door, and he knew exactly what was going on in there. They hadn't even been in his house for ten minutes yet and she was already whoring herself to this colt just to make a point. Lance saw red, the alcohol buzzing in the back of his skull fueling it. Without so much as a moment of hesitation, he grabbed the door handle, then strode forward and delivered a firm shoulder to it, slamming the door open.

It swung violently inwards, slamming against the wall and shaking the floor, wafting the room in a slight breeze as Lance took in the sight before him, still not slowing. He approached the bed with a calculated haste, and before Zeph even had time to pull out, he was on the both of him, wrapping his left hoof around the colt's neck as he dragged him right up and off the adolescent mare, a familiar and peculiar wet sound filling the air as his length was yanked free. "Hope you know how to use those wings, kid," Lance gruffed, shifting over to the window and undoing the latch, still dangling the poor colt by his neck. "You're not special to her, trust me. She's just using you to act out."


A domineering figure, exuding an aura of power and control. His eyes are of a mesmerizing violet shade that seems to hold an otherworldly allure. He carries himself with a sleek, stylish look and oozes confidence in every move he makes. Lexander is very assertive, not hesitating to go after what he wants once he sets his sights on it. His patience wears thin quickly when things don't go as planned or expected, revealing his impulsive nature. Despite being undead, he shows signs of physical arousal indicating that he's not immune to the desires of the flesh.

Lexander felt a surge when he grabbed the male's arm and they had skin to skin contact. This was the one he needed. A needle in a haystack of submissives. The only one who could send such a sensation through his body and fangs. Then he heard the little lamb speak and even more of the sensation coursed through his cold undead body. He smirked and pulled the male to him.

"You may not be interested in this club, but I am interested in you. We can leave this horrifyingly boring scene and go elsewhere if you would like. You have no idea about the world I could show you. Maybe a coffee or tea. All I am asking for a few mere moments of your time."

Though he was not really asking or begging. If he really cared about this party, he would just do as he pleased with this male right here right now, but he much preferred the comfort of his own privacy. He hated the eyes of others looking at his things. Though, he did like to flash his most prized possessions off at times to draw in the envy of others around him.

He focused back on the male. "My name is Lexander and I would be honored if you allow me to walk you home, away from these people. Some would call it being a knight in shining armor, just minus the shiny. I like my sleek look."

Lexander was becoming impatient with the little lamb, so he decided to up his persuasion a little. He focused on the male's mind and began to manipulate the way he was feeling a little. Not too much, so the little lamb did not become frightened, but just enough to cause some rather delicious reactions whenever Lexander's skin grazed over Edonilhad's. Now, he made it more of his goal to do small strokes over the male's skin.

The Hunters blood he carried was not as powerful as it could have been. His current choice of profession had kept him out of the fray, where many Hunters tended to live lives in some sort of peace enforcement, law or undercover work which had them taking out Vampires coincidentally, teaching in a college had meant he had no blood on his hands yet... but that also meant he was untrained and could be molded to the vampire who captured him...

"While I am flattered..." He started out, feeling those eyes on him had him blushing and looking away, feeling the strangest sense of wanting the attention when he'd never wanted it from anyone before made him nervous, "I have my own car and have not had anything to drink that would make me incapable of driving."

He tried to pull away from that grip but was drawn closer by the stronger males' tug so that he was left squirming slightly in the press of his body. Those lips parted from the sudden surge of embarrassed nervous humiliation, that pretty pale blush darkening. He cleared his throat and tried to pull back again, not even noticing the few doms who had shifted position around them at his refusal being followed by the others insistence.

"Truly, I can find my way out on my own..." He murmured, his voice softer and quieter... that touch only driving him more insane... visions dancing in his mind of those hands going to places he had never experienced... "I am... s-sure... you could f-find someone... else..." He mumbled...

Hunters had a natural attraction to vampires... craving the things that mortals couldn't take... their bodies built to satisfy those darker urges- from being fed off of, to taking the abuse that would kill any others that lacked their ability to heal—which was nearly as powerful as a vampire's on its own. While they could be changed into a vampire, it took either one powerful enough to drain a hundred men to do it—or a deadly wound they couldn't heal fast enough from to make it possible... until such happened they were simply a perfect tool to satisfy in every way- and gain power...

Lexander looked over Edonilhad's body and loved what he saw. Such lean yet fragile body and something about him made him want to have possession of this human so much more. He would have to admit that he was having reactions on his own just from being so close, which was slightly strange for someone like him. He usually did not have these kinds of feelings until after he feeds on and tortures his prey.

He laughed and licked his lips a little. "Well, it would seem that my driver is being held up right now. Maybe you could give me a ride to my home?" He spoke softly, his violet eyes gazing over the human's neck. Oh, he was very hungry and wanted to bite right down right now. Still, he held his composure. He shook his head. "No, there is not a single person other than you here that I found interest in."

He moved even closer to the little lamb that was now within his grasp. He could tell that he was affected by his touch and now his power. He moved his hand up and slowly stroked the soft pale skin that covered the nape of his neck. "I promise you will not regret it."

The smaller male tried to shift away again, too polite for his own good it seemed, or perhaps it was the fact that he had a naturally submissive demeanor which made him not be able to escape as much as he tried to. He didn't want to insult anyone, and what could have been his asset was quickly becoming his downfall.. feeling how many eyes were on him actually had him feeling that desire heating his blood faster than he ever would have admitted to.

"I... I could give you money for a cab?" He offered softly, "I do not feel comfortable with a stranger being alone in my car with me..." He murmured, those eyes dropping to the floor... he was in a veritable panic, but every inch of that scent said the panic was from the fact he was continuing to feel more and more aroused by the attention as well as the strange visions in his head. "I-I am sure... that you could... use the phone to make such a call... i-if you do not have a cell phone..." Of course, the club had strict rules that disallowed the use of phones in the club... and the club itself didn't tend to offer its phone to customers either—but Edonilhad did not know this...

"I-I am sure you aren't... bad... no offense... but I... I am simply..." Uncomfortable with the fact that I can keep picturing you using me the way these doms are toying with the other submissives in the room... and it's making me almost envy them because I have never felt that way... despite he said none of it, and shame washed through him as if he had, "am not looking for this kind of thing..." Or is it I just want you to make it happen? I'm not sure...

Lexander laughed and shook his head no. "Money is not an issue little one. I just simply want more time with you." He watched as the man's eyes lowered to the floor and he repositioned a little so the male could see his own arousal. He smirked a little and chuckled. "This club does not allow the usage of phones and do not provide one either. Perks of being a secretive club. Many see this as a taboo. I see it as a way to enjoy pleasure, don't you?" He asked and pretended to cough a little as his body jolted forward. His hand rubbing against the male's clear erection. He smirked again.

"Well, I have to say that I am tired of giving you a chance to give in to me. I think I will just take what I want." He told him and pulled him close to him, keeping a tight hold. He called to one of the subs and whispered in her ear. She giggled and bowed to him as she began making her way through the crowd down a hallway.

Lexander practically dragged Edonilhad through the room, keeping a strong hold on the male. The others moved clear out of Lexander's way, due to respect. He had pretty much had a go with every single person here both business and pleasure wise. Hell, he taught most of the doms here how to be so. The girl stopped at a door and moved to the side as Lexander pulled out a golden key. "It is time I show you your place." He growled, clearly frustrated. He was a very impatient man, to begin with, but it was worse when he was hungry. He kissed the submissive roughly before dismissing her. "No one is to interrupt." He hissed.


A smaller, lean yet fragile-looking male with a naturally submissive demeanor. His eyes are often lowered in shyness or discomfort, indicating his reserved and introverted nature. Despite the turmoil within him, he tries to maintain politeness and decency even when uncomfortable. He blushes easily, hinting at a certain innocence and naivety. While he seems untrained and inexperienced in this darker side of life, there's an underlying curiosity and hidden desire that surfaces under Lexander's influence.

The smaller male tried to shift away again, too polite for his own good it seemed, or perhaps it was the fact that he had a naturally submissive demeanor which made him not be able to escape as much as he tried to. He didn't want to insult anyone, and what could have been his asset was quickly becoming his downfall.. feeling how many eyes were on him actually had him feeling that desire heating his blood faster than he ever would have admitted to.

"I... I could give you money for a cab?" He offered softly, "I do not feel comfortable with a stranger being alone in my car with me..." He murmured, those eyes dropping to the floor... he was in a veritable panic, but every inch of that scent said the panic was from the fact he was continuing to feel more and more aroused by the attention as well as the strange visions in his head. "I-I am sure... that you could... use the phone to make such a call... i-if you do not have a cell phone..." Of course, the club had strict rules that disallowed the use of phones in the club... and the club itself didn't tend to offer its phone to customers either—but Edonilhad did not know this...

"I-I am sure you aren't... bad... no offense... but I... I am simply..." Uncomfortable with the fact that I can keep picturing you using me the way these doms are toying with the other submissives in the room... and it's making me almost envy them because I have never felt that way... despite he said none of it, and shame washed through him as if he had, "am not looking for this kind of thing..." Or is it I just want you to make it happen? I'm not sure...


A redhead vampiress assassin with an alluring and captivating appearance. She has a leather-clad body, which adds to her seductive charm. Her personality is characterized by a strong sexual appetite and bloodlust, typical of vampires. Despite her initial wariness and concern for safety, Chastity is able to let her guard down in intimate situations and can be both loving and lustful. She is intrigued by the potential for new connections but remains cautious about forming partnerships within her supernatural world.

What Chastity did react on though was her oh so neglected clit, now getting the attention it so desperately needed. This must be what Heaven is like. Having a bitchy but gorgeous little vampiress bitch licking and sucking on her delicious mound. For a brief moment, she wondered if she hadn't been slain by Kyrian earlier and had been spirited away to Heaven. A nice, big, rock hard, veiny, throbbing cock was one thing. But the lips of an experienced woman were something entirely different. Every girl knew it was like having a partner who scratched exactly where you itched and no where else. She tensed up again, shuddering every so slightly, no breath of air or sound audible to ears enough to convey her pleasure. Only gasps and squeaks. For the first time, she reacted more loving, rather than lustful, reaching her hands and brushing her fingers softly through Kyrian's hair.

Kyrian loved those gasps and squeaks, they were delicate, so unlike a woman who would shove a dildo of venom into your pussy and threaten your life for pleasure. They were almost submissive in the strangest ways, but boy did she get off on them. They were so goddamn sexy.

When she felt the soft touch of fingers through her hair, she purred, almost like a kitten, nuzzling into the soft moist sex, nipping her lips almost tenderly. But that was short lived, she attacked her clit, sucking hard and shoving tow fingers deep into Chastity's drooling sex, wanting to hear her, feel her scream. Wanting to feel those tight walls clench around her fingers in orgasm

Loving and tender. So warm and gentle. Her hands, her fingertips stroking smoothing through Kyrian's hair. That quickly changed the moment Kyrian assaulted Chastity's clit.

It came on so suddenly, Chastity had to practice extreme restraint not to sink her nails into the other girl's scalp. She left her unharmed, but did push down on her head, trying desperately to get her to go down harder. Her hips too played along, bucking wildly, as though it were possible to shove anymore of her clit into Kyrian's mouth. She was bothered, very bothered. Her insides started to tense up, but she failed to notice it. Kyrian may have some idea what was about to take place though. After all, it wasn't hard to deduce that a girl so fired up was so close to cumming.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! UHHH!! UHHH!! Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"

Chastity's mouth assumed the O shape and a deep, loud, ongoing bellow escaped her throat. One of those orgasms that were so few and far in between. One of those climaxes that made life much more worth while. The kind that let a woman's lover know he or she got the job done in every way, and then some.

She almost collapsed, but tried to hold Kyrian's face in place. "Keep going!" she cried, "I might have... a couple more!"

Kyrian laughed subtly against her sex, sliding another finger into her tight pussy, pumping more stronger as she sucked and licked her way, trying to keep that hard arousal up, keep that high plane of arousal high enough to tip the scales once more and send her through another big-O.

She could taste the cum that seeped out between her fingers and the slick walls of the woman's inside. She turned her attention away from her clit and powered at the sensitive entrance. Her tongue flicked at the gaps between her fingers and the walls, jamming into the space hungrily and taking in the sweet musky taste. Oh, it tasted so good, seriously, the only thing sweeter was blood.

The fingers inside Chastity started to curl, up to her G spot, all applying pressure on that spongy front wall, stroking and prodding, knowing how it'd fee. She pulled her mouth away from her entrance and brought it back to the rosy red, alert clit. She was ready, and the idea of bringing Chastity to more than one orgasm... was too good to pass up

After such a huge orgasm, especially immediately afterward, Chastity's loins became oh so sensitive. Words could not describe. She wouldn't even be surprised if she could take Kyrian's pulse through her pussy alone at this point. Every movement, every breath of Kyrian's sent shudders down the redhead's body. And as Chastity made clear just moments ago, she wasn't finished yet. "Uh! Mmmm! Yes! More! Ah!"

Writhing in pleasure, completely at Kyrian's mercy. She knew it and she just didn't care. Well, she cared enough not to completely let her guard down, but at this point, Kyrian could very well try anything and be able to pull it off. Whether it be a wooden stake to the pussy or knife to the heart, Chastity's eyes were too tightly shut and she was too distracted by truly be aware and alert.

But who could resist making the gorgeous vampiress climax again? Who could turn down the offer of saying they gave her one of the best nights of her life? Hopefully not Kyrian. Chastity certainly hoped Kyrian wouldn't anyway. After all, the familiar sensation snuck up on her again. Like a beast that she tried to run from, only to have cut her off on her escape route and pounce her. Her body was under attack again by it. She started to scream again. Not the low bellow as before, but a high pitched scream. Her second orgasm had arrived. "Yes! Almost! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Kyrian purred in pleasure, contentment sliding through her center as she felt the woman below her buck and jerk in such pleasure. Was anything hotter than a woman in ecstasy? She certainly didn't think so. She sucked hard on the little nub of her clit as she pulled away, just sticking out her tongue for added pleasure as she slowly pulled away her fingers. So slow. She didn't want to shock the woman with a lack of pleasure.

Slowly she pulled away her tongue, dipping to lap at the sweet nectar from her core, moaning softly. She looked up at Chastity with a smile, biting her lip. "Mmm..." She purred. "So sweet... and holy shit... that was so fucking sexy..." She whispered. "Nothing... nothing sexier than a sweaty... screaming woman..." She moaned, leaning over and nipping her inner thigh, just a scrape of teeth, nothing penetrating. She wasn't as hungry as Chastity had been, she'd fed before, when she'd completed her assassin mission.

She slowly crawled up, forcing her lips on the panting, parted lips of the pleased woman, smiling as she pulled away again. "Mmm" She purred. "Fuck... that was so hot..."

Chastity's sexual appetite was rivaled only by her bloodlust. But that was true of most any vampire. Sadly, she only got the chance to satisfy her carnal urges in few and far in between moments. For now, the leather clad vampiress thought better of killing Kyrian and instead figured it'd be best to spare her. She could easily best the rookie when it came to being an assassin, or so she thought. Plus, she had the advantage of being undetectable to other vampires and supernatural beings.

Yes, she's let her live. The decision was made and sealed in unspoken terms as Kyrian planted another kiss on Chastity's red lips. She marveled at the other girl's stubborn and even bitchy nature and yet how easy it was for her to submit and take up the role of pleaser when the time came. "Ya know, this could be the start of a beautiful new friendship."


A vampiress assassin with an attractive and seductive appearance. She has green eyes, full ruby lips, and a strong yet feminine physique. Her personality is a mix of assertiveness and occasional submission, as she can be both dominant and tender during intimate moments. Overall, Kyrian is confident in her abilities as an assassin and enjoys exploring her sensual side with others who share her supernatural nature.

Chastity's sexual appetite was rivaled only by her bloodlust. But that was true of most any vampire. Sadly, she only got the chance to satisfy her carnal urges in few and far in between moments. For now, the leather clad vampiress thought better of killing Kyrian and instead figured it'd be best to spare her. She could easily best the rookie when it came to being an assassin, or so she thought. Plus, she had the advantage of being undetectable to other vampires and supernatural beings.

Yes, she's let her live. The decision was made and sealed in unspoken terms as Kyrian planted another kiss on Chastity's red lips. She marveled at the other girl's stubborn and even bitchy nature and yet how easy it was for her to submit and take up the role of pleaser when the time came. "Ya know, this could be the start of a beautiful new friendship."

Kyrian smiled, nipping the full, ruby lower lip of the girl, growling softly. "I'm glad you changed your mind" She whispered, those green eyes met hers as she rolled back to sit on her heels, still straddling the woman. "I'm going to enjoy this beautiful friendship" She purred. "And I'm sure you will too" She grinned, grinding her pubice down into Chastity's, loving the feel of soft mound, on soft mound.

Part of her wanted to suggest a partnership, working together with the other vampiress assassin. But she knew that vampires were solo creatures, and rarely worked together, unless it was out to bring orgasm. It might be dangerous working with an assassin, but sometimes it worked beautifully. Since Chastity wanted to kill her, she doubted any chance of a partnership. She wasn't bothered, why would she be?


A man and father driven by lust and desire, focusing on physical attributes and the taboo nature of his relationship with his daughter Kelly. He has a strong build since he is able to carry his daughter while having sex with her. Matt appears to be an individual who prioritizes his own perverse desires over the wellbeing of others.

Matt loved his family, they were fantastic. He especially loves the fact that he and his wife could fuck anywhere and anytime. Their daughter would like to watch them sometimes, as they had fucked in essentially every room in the house, and it turned Matt on more.

He recently started to notice his daughter and her features. Even though she was only fifteen, her chest was sizable and he knew they would get bigger if her mother was any indication. Matt thought his daughter was as beautiful as his wife, and she definitely was as arousing as her mother. Sometimes he would picture his wife as his daughter when they had sex. He couldn't believe that she was a still a virgin. He dreamt of his young daughter's pussy taking his cock as its first.

Speaking of sex, Matt was getting horny. His wife, however, was still working. He decided to masturbate instead. He took off his shorts and his underwear and began stroking himself. But when images of his naked daughter started to fill his mind, he stopped. She was still home and he had noticed how she touched herself whenever she watched her parents fucking.

Matt put his underwear back on but not his shorts. The head of his penis stuck out past the waistband of his underwear. He left and his room and made way to his daughter's. Instead of knocking, Matt decides to just open the door. After all, she had seen them fucking countless of times so anything he could see her doing would be of no shock. "Hey baby, daddy wants to do some father/daughter bonding."

Despite being only 15 years old, Kelly was already incredibly stacked. She had breasts that any man would love to motorboat and an ass begging for anal. But every guy who came onto her she rejected. She only had one guy in mind and it was her Dad. Despite him being happily married to her Mother she loved watching him fuck her. And she made no secret of it. She'd let him see her play with herself as he fucked her Mum senseless.

Kelly was minding her own business when her Dad entered the room. He was just in his underwear and she could see the head of cock sticking out. "Mmm hello Daddy. I didn't know Mum was home early. You should have told me. I could have watched you cum inside her as I cummed too."

"Oh, you misunderstand honey. Your mother is still at work." He went over to his daughter, sitting next to her and putting an arm around her. His chest was exposed as he wasn't wearing a shirt. "Daddy sees how you look at him and mommy fuck. It turns daddy on." He turned so that he was directly facing his daughter.

Matt looked Kelly up and down, his cock getting harder and his shaft starting to appear over the waistband. "Daddy thinks his little baby girl is growing into a hot lady." He put a hand on her chest, lightly squeezing one of her boobs. "I think it's time daddy's cock felt his baby's pussy."

"Mmm... will mummy be upset if you take my virginity?" Kelly began to moan as her Dad lightly squeezed her boob. She decided to join in on the fun and pulled her Father's cock out and began stroking it. "My first handjob. Soon to be followed by my first blowjob." And with that Kelly wrapped her mouth round her father's large cock and began to deep throat it. It was clear she had been practicing for this moment for along time. The noise of her gagging on his cock began to feel the room.

"She won't be upset. She'll love it." He moved his hand from her tit to the back of her head as she began sucking on his cock. It was lengthy, so it didn't take much time for Kelly to gag on it. He loved the feeling of his daughter's mouth around his cock. Matt used is other hand to smack his daughter's ass. "Why don't you get naked baby? Let daddy see your beautiful pussy."

Kelly pulled her mouth off his cock and gave him a smile. "OK, Daddy. Just remember I'm not on the pill as I'm still a virgin. I've been saving myself for you." She began to strip away her clothes until she was fully naked. He had party seen her pussy but he had never seen his daughter fully naked before. "Do I look pretty Daddy or do you still prefer Mum?" As she asked she ran her fingers up and down her pussy before slowly beginning to finger herself. "I'm so horny for you Daddy!"

"You won't you worry about that baby." He saw her undress herself, licking his lips. His daughter's ass looked damn fine and so did her tits. He watched her start to finger herself. "You've been saving yourself for daddy?"

Her question made him smile. "You are both beautiful. But I think I prefer you more. Your young body is going to be daddy's and only daddy's." He grabbed his cock and began stroking it. "Watching my baby girl stroke her pussy is making daddy horny." He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist. "Daddy is going to pick you up. Daddy is going to fuck you all over the house. Does that get you excited?"

"Oh yes Daddy! Put your cock inside my tight virgin pussy. I want you to cum inside me so bad. I want to be your little cum dump Princess. Fill me up Daddy!" Kelly was so excited to finally lose her virginity to her Dad. All of her dreams were finally coming true. And best yet he wasn't going to bother using a condom.

Matt smiled and grabbed his daughter's arms, putting them on his shoulders. He put his arms under his daughter's waist and lifted her up. His cock just under her virgin pussy., the head rubbing her folds. He carried her out of her room.

"Don't worry baby. Daddy is going to make you his personal princess cum slut." He carries her over to the stairs before stopping. "Daddy is going to put his whole dick in you. It's going to hurt, but daddy will fuck you long enough to make it good." and just as he said, he lowered her onto his dick until it was all the way inside her.

"Fuck Daddy I can feel your cock inside me!" Kelly moaned as her Dad entered her pussy. She had been waiting for this day for some time now. Luckily she had been preparing for it. Her parents had brought her a massive dildo for her 13th birthday and she had been practicing with it to get ready for her Dad's cock. "Am I tight enough for you Dad? Is my pussy good enough for you?"

"Your pussy is just perfect, baby girl. Daddy loves it." Matt walked down a step, moving her up on his dick. Then he went down another step, moving her down on his dick. He did this until they were down the stairs. He looked at his daughter's face. "Give daddy a kiss, baby." One of his fingers found her ass, sliding itself in. He placed her against a wall, furiously fingering her ass. Next came his dick, moving in and out of her vagina rapidly.

Everything Kelly was doing with her Dad was wrong but for her that's what made it better. The man that raised her and groomed her was balls deep in her pussy and she was loving it! To top it off he was fingering her ass which no one had did before.

She locked lips with her Dad as he began to pound away at his young daughters pussy. Her moans traveling into her Father's mouth as they kissed. At the rate he was there would be nothing left of Kelly's pussy. He was fucking her at the rate of a pornstar!

His cock was thrusting deep into his virgin daughter's pussy, his waist and her thighs clapping with each thrust inward. Matt kissed his daughter, adding a second finger to her ass and then a third. His free hand slapped one of her cheeks hard, the sound echoing throughout the house and leaving a red print of his hand on the cheek. "Daddy loves fucking his baby girl. Daddy wants to stay in his baby's pussy all day long and fill her up like the cum bitch she is."


A 15-year-old girl with an attractive body, with large breasts and a desirable figure. Despite her young age, she seems to be sexually curious and has been fantasizing about her father for some time. Her personality is submissive and eager to please her father, willingly engaging in the inappropriate sexual acts with him. She even prepares herself for this encounter by practicing with a dildo beforehand. Overall, Kelly is young girl who actively participates in the taboo relationship with her father, driven by her own desires and fantasies.

Everything Kelly was doing with her Dad was wrong but for her that's what made it better. The man that raised her and groomed her was balls deep in her pussy and she was loving it! To top it off he was fingering her ass which no one had did before.

She locked lips with her Dad as he began to pound away at his young daughters pussy. Her moans traveling into her Father's mouth as they kissed. At the rate he was there would be nothing left of Kelly's pussy. He was fucking her at the rate of a pornstar!


A tall man, standing at 6'1", with an athletic and powerful physique. He appears comfortable in underground circles and knows how to ensure he gets what he wants. Johnny has a dominant personality, seeking control over others, particularly in the context of his new submissive pet, Mione.

As he sat in his home, Johnny paced the living room waiting for his special delivery. He had waited a long time for this, saving the money had been an easy thing, it was finding a service such as the one he sought that was harder, it was something that could only be found in most underground circles. He seemed at home in underground circles though much to his advantage. He stood at 6'1, was well built and had an athletic, powerful physique. Once he had found the people to give the service that he required, it had been a simple matter to ensure they did not take him for a ride. The money being wired across when the delivery man got a code for on the successful delivery of his product. Has he paced his front room he heard a van pull up and a knock at the door. His heart started thudding as he opened the door.

Sure enough the package was there. A woman who was quickly walked into the house, dressed up for him. He handed the man a code and the man left as quickly as he had come, not wanting to make a scene. He knew that the man would be killed if the code was fake, so he didn't worry and left immediately. Has Johnny stared at his new pet he decided to test her for obedience. Some of these girls were famed for being eager, some famed for being fighters, he wanted to see which he had. He hoped madly for a eager slave. "I want you to crawl to me pet, crawl and kneel at my feet and preset me the leash to your collar." He said as he had seen she was delivered wearing a collar her leash in her own hand, ready for her to symbolically hand control over to him.

Mione quickly nodded, calm on the outside, but her insides twisted every which-way. This was it! This was the day she'd been trained her entire life for. She quickly got on her knees, picking up the end of the leash that delivery man had held and bit it, crawling slowly towards her new master, letting each stride show off her body and strength. She shivered lightly, nervously from a draft from the door being opened and closed and tried her hardest not to picture her scantily clad body that she'd checked once more before she was yanked out of the van.

She made sure to keep her head tilted just slightly up so the man could view his slave, but she kept her head low enough in respect and kept her eyes down. She reached his feet and sat back on her knees, careful not to let her heels poke into her behind too hard and tilted her head up a little, closing her eyes so her new master could take the leash.

"That's a good pet." Johnny said, taking the leash from her and wrapping it in his hands meaning she couldn't run away. "I am your Master and you must do as I say. Lets see how well they have trained you shall we." He said looking down at her, he liked what they had dressed her in, the stockings a great turn on for him, the heels and the underwear completing the look.

"Hmm where shall we start with you." He murmured. Looking down at her he noticed how close her mouth was to his cock. "I know, take my trousers and boxers down, once they are down. Stroke my cock and get it big and hard, then show me what your mouth can do." He said smiling down at his pet, wanting to see how eager she was.

"Yes, Master." Mione responded without fault and quickly glanced up at him, a little nervously about to get to her first task and shifted a little uncomfortably, already yearning to please him. "Am I allowed to use my hands, sir? Or do you just wish for me to use my mouth, master?" She kept her eyes down, not wanting to appear to bold. She twisted her hands a little, hoping not to disappoint him with her questions and looked up at him again, blushing lightly and looked back down at his feet.

She shivered lightly and tugged her corset up a little and daringly looked down at her body, smirking a little, proud at picking a sexy, revealing first outfit and mentally noted that her 5'6 frame was complemented by the stockings, elongating her shorter legs.

"You may use your hands to take my trousers and boxers down, once down, you can use your hands to get me big and hard. However if you want to use your mouth right away then you are free to do so. However once I am hard you must use your mouth on me." Johnny said making sure his instructions were clear.

He looked down as she looked at her body, he could tell she was proud of herself and the way she looked. He had to admit he loved the way she looked, the stockings adding attraction to her already great legs, the corset, allowing her ample breasts to be seen, the thong she wore, laced the thin string in between her big well rounded ass cheeks. He loved the look of her, as he waited for her to respond to his instruction.

Mione nodded understandingly and licked her lips, smirking to herself and sat up to reach her master's waistband. She leaned in closer and bit the top of his pants, tugging so the button pops out. She followed by biting the zipper and tugged it down. Proud of herself even more, she bit his waistband, pulling them down and helped him step out of them. She kissed lightly above his boxers and bit those, pulling them down in the same fashion as his pants and kissed slowly back up his legs, rubbing her hands on his hips and slides them across his waist lightly, trailing them down a little and rubbed gently around the base of his dick, cupping his balls and massaging them gently.

She leaned forward a little, pushing her ass out a little for better viewing and wrapped her other hand around his dick, slowly stroking to the tip and leans in, flicking her tongue on the head, kissing it lightly and pulls away, looking up at him for approval, pumping her hand wrapped around his dick a little faster.

Johnny moaned as she seductively took his pants and boxers down with her teeth. His moans growing as she kissed up his legs. Stroking his cock and cupping his balls. He moaned deeply as she kissed his head expecting her to go down on it. His cock started to grow, it was already big, but it grew towards its full size and thickness. At full length it stood at 10 inch a thickness at least the size of her wrist if not more. She pulled away clearly seeking some sort of encouragement from him.

He took some of her hair in hand pulling at it slightly he pushed her towards his still growing cock. "I want you to take in your mouth and be a good pet. Suck on it and show me just how well you can please a master with your mouth." He said, a devious smile on his mouth. His hand firm pushing her towards his ever growing cock.


A 5'6" woman with an attractive body, accentuated by her choice of revealing outfit. She has long legs, ample breasts, and a well-rounded backside. Mione takes pride in her appearance and seems eager to please her new master. Her submissive nature is apparent through her actions and demeanor as she follows Johnny's instructions without hesitation.

Mione nodded understandingly and licked her lips, smirking to herself and sat up to reach her master's waistband. She leaned in closer and bit the top of his pants, tugging so the button pops out. She followed by biting the zipper and tugged it down. Proud of herself even more, she bit his waistband, pulling them down and helped him step out of them. She kissed lightly above his boxers and bit those, pulling them down in the same fashion as his pants and kissed slowly back up his legs, rubbing her hands on his hips and slides them across his waist lightly, trailing them down a little and rubbed gently around the base of his dick, cupping his balls and massaging them gently.

She leaned forward a little, pushing her ass out a little for better viewing and wrapped her other hand around his dick, slowly stroking to the tip and leans in, flicking her tongue on the head, kissing it lightly and pulls away, looking up at him for approval, pumping her hand wrapped around his dick a little faster.


A catboy with striking red fur, embodying the vibrant energy and curiosity that he exhibits. He looks like a 10 years old human. He has keen eyes that sparkle with mischief and intelligence, always on the hunt for something interesting or tasty. Despite his young age, there's an air of wisdom about him---perhaps a testament to his feline instincts. He is playful yet cautious, unafraid to express his needs but wary of unfamiliar situations. His personality is marked by a strong sense of independence mixed with a desire for affection, especially in the form of petting. Even though he can be stubborn at times, particularly when it comes to wearing clothes or revealing his 'private parts', he shows an ability to adapt when necessary---like donning underwear when feeling cold.

A certain red neko was playing with the others his age, enjoying himself, before the shopkeeper walked past with some new person. The neko tensed, wondering which friend or sibling would be taken away this time. It was the life of a pet store kitten, but one they didn't always enjoy. Sure, they had toys, but losing friends and family wasn't fun. The neko was shocked when he was the one being taken by the stranger. He mewed in surprise as he was picked up, squirming up until they put him in the carrier. He whined and curled up in the carrier, hearing the other kittens mewing and expressing distress over losing yet another friend and sibling.

Conor sat in his room. He was almost finished with his studies for the day, having only an hour left before dinner. He wanted to play his video games, so he rushed through the last bit. Not that he was careless; he saved math for last because of the fact that rushing through it was too easy. Once he was finished, he placed his notebooks and texts back into his backpack and took out his handheld game. He smiled as he relaxed on his bed, enjoying his free time.

The neko clung to the floor of his carrier as he was put into something that kept shaking and bumping as he was taken somewhere, freaking out. Why was the ground moving?! Was he going to die?! He was terrified by the time they reached their destination, and he was carried into a place. Where was he?

Conor heard his father pull up and drop his game to go greet him. He'd been away for a week on business, and the boy missed him dearly. He ran downstairs and gave him a hug as he entered. "Okaeri, To-san! I missed you." He then saw the small crate in his father's hand and looked inside. A tiny red kitten was clinging frightened to the floor of it. "Awww, kawaii koneko-chan! To-san, is it for me?" he asked excitedly. The man nodded and handed the carrier to him. Conor was happy and hugged his father tighter before taking the kitten to his room. He closed the door and opened the carrier after placing it on the bed, forgetting all about his game.

The kitten let out a small mew of fear and relief as he was actually set down, getting out of the carrier as fast as he could. He looked down at the soft bed that he was on, testing how firm it was with one curious paw, then looked around. He spotted the boy and continued to look around at everything else.

Conor smiled. "Hey there, koneko-chan... such a cute one you are." He petted the kitten tentatively. "I think I'll call you Akai, due to your red fur. Do you like that, Akai-chan?" He spoke to the kitten as if he were female, though he didn't know the gender. Realizing this, Conor lifted the kitten and checked his sex. "Gomen, Akai-kun, I didn't know you were a boy." He placed the kitten back down and recommenced the petting.

Akai relaxed as he was petted, soon nuzzling into the touches and enjoying himself. Maybe this wasn't so ba-hey! He mewed as he was picked up, trying to get out of his grip. Who gave the petter permission to look at his private parts?! He gave a disgruntled mew when he was set back down, swiping at the offending hand that picked him up. He bit at it too, but his teeth weren't big enough to cause any pain. This made him feel a little more forgiving of the petter.

Conor laughed as the kitten played with his hand. "I guess you don't like to be held, eh? OK, Akai-kun, I'll just pet you for now." And he did. He sat there stroking the kitten for what seemed like hours, only a few minutes in reality, before speaking again. "We're going to be best friends, Akai-kun. I'm going to feed you and care for you and play with you, provided my homework is done, of course." Normally, he'd feel silly talking to an animal like this, but for some reason, since this was his kitten, it felt natural, as if Akai could understand him.

Akai soon forgave him and was stretched out on his leg, enjoying the treatment. So, whether or not he got food was dependent upon this 'homework'... He must find a way to destroy the homework and make sure that his human paid attention to his needs. Especially his petting needs and eating needs. His human was very good at petting him. Just then, he spotted something fluttering around. He immediately got up, thoughts of petting gone, and batted at it, pouncing when it was within range.

"You sure are playful, Akai-kun." Conor giggled and waved his hand in front of the kitten to continue playing with him. He sighed. "I just wish you could talk back to me though... we could really have fun then... like friends." He smiled and kept up his teasing hand motion.

Akai was getting frustrated with how he couldn't catch the hand, shifting and pouncing on it. Holding it under his two hands, he grinned. "Ha! Gotcha!" He blinked and looked at him curiously. "What were you saying?" He asked, the hand still secure beneath his two. He let it up and crouched, his tail waving from side to side as he watched it.

"Ah!" Conor screamed and scrambled away from Akai. "Y-y-you c-can t-t-t-talk..." He pointed a shaky finger at the kitten from the other end of the bed. "H-how did you d-d-d do that?"

Akai yelped in pain at the scream, glaring. "That hurt! stupid human, hurting my ears..." He caught his tail and licked it to smooth the fur back down. "Do what?" He asked disinterestedly, focusing on his tail. It wasn't like the human was going to groom him or anything. He was angry at his human for yelling anyway. "I'm hungry. You have to feed me."

"Talk! How can you talk? You're a cat!" Conor exclaimed, still very shaken. "Y-y-you're not a B-bakeneko, are you?" He defended himself with a pillow. "Please don't eat me, Akai-kun, I won't pick you up again, I promise." The boy shook in terror.

Akai raised an eyebrow. "About that... who said you could look at my boy's parts?" He pounced, pinning him down. "And what do you mean by 'eat you'? Humans probably taste weird. You're weird. I want tuna. Or salmon. Or chicken." He licked his lips. "Or maybe bass. Something yummy. The fish in the fishtanks at the pet store always looked yummy. "He looked down at him. "And you stopped petting me too. You're my human. You have to pet me and feed me."

Conor cowered under the tall neko boy. "I... I... I was just checking to see what you were..." He tried to wrap his head around the fact that his kitten had transformed into a witty-tongued nekomimi. "Um... OK food... well... umm" He looked down and saw Akai's naked form and his little member dangling above him. "Uh... Akai-kun... you're kind of exposed..." Conor blushed a deeper red.

Blinking, "Expected?" Akai looked down, then frowned in distaste as he poked at his pants. "You mean you want me to wear these things? They look silly." He huffed and got off of the boy, lying down and clearly waiting for his food to be brought to him.

Conor took a moment then slowly slipped off the bed. He stood there for a few seconds, still blushing, before he ran downstairs to fetch Akai some food. He saw a bag on the counter that he hadn't noticed earlier when his father arrived. Looking inside, he found a few cans of food, some toys, and a thing of catnip. Smiling, he practically skipped back upstairs and grinned at his new pet. "OK, so which do you want, Akai-kun? Tuna or chicken?" He held up both cans for the neko-boy to see.

Akai waited impatiently for his food, lunging for the chicken one. "I want this one!" He held the can and paused, turning it over in his hands before biting the edges. "It won't open!" He whined, pouting as he looked at his human. "Open it!" He demanded, holding it out to him. He wanted the chicken, dammit!

Conor squeaked as he was lunged at and giggled at the little catboy as he tried to bite the can open. "Here," he said, taking the can, "it pops open like this." He demonstrated how to open the can with the tab, though it was a bit harder than he expected. Once open, he handed the can back to Akai. "Oh, I should have gotten you a fork... sorry"

As the can opened, the smell of chicken reached his nose, and Akai grabbed the can from Conor. He didn't pay any mind to the fork comment, tilting the can sideways to eat. He used his tongue and teeth to pry the bits of chicken out, eating it loudly. He had quite a mess on his face by the end of it, and licked around his lips to get any stray chicken. He wiped his face with his hands, then licked at his hands to get any last remaining bits of the meal. He was still hungry, though, since he wasn't in his tiny kitten form.

The young boy watched in awe and slightly disgust as Akai tore into the can. Such unkempt manners the neko had. Conor petted his head and smiled when Akai finished. "So cute... Akai-kun" His eyes trailed down slightly, and he blushed again as he noticed the boy was still naked.

Akai blinked, looking up at him. "Why do you keep staring down there?" He asked, then bristled after a moment. "You're not going to try anything, are you?" He did NOT want to be doing any of that, especially with someone he'd just met. His human or not, he wasn't ready for that. Seeing the spiked penis of his mother's mate that one time when he accidentally peeped was more than enough to keep him from wanting anything like that near him.

"What? n-no... it's just strange... seeing a naked boy in my room..." Conor went over to his underwear drawer and pulled out a new pair of briefs. "Here, at least wear these if you won't wear pants."

Akai paused, eyeing the briefs distastefully. "... will I get more food if I do?" He asked after a moment, looking at him seriously. He really didn't want to wear them, but he was bought before they were fed for the day. Not only that, but his stomach was bigger in this form.

"Of course, Akai-kun. If you're hungry, just say so, and you can have more food." Conor said smiling. "And you don't have to wear them... I just thought you might want to cover your boy parts up." He then realized he was talking to a cat, a creature who spends his whole life naked with no sense of shame or modesty, or at least he thought.

Akai blinked. "So I can have food, and I won't have to wear that thing?" He asked. He didn't understand why humans wore those things all over their bodies. The stuff was so ugly! It was much better to go around in their fur! Less restriction, it was comfortable, and then they wouldn't have to wear stuff that was so ugly!

"You don't have to wear it, though I would prefer it, at least while you're in this form..." Conor replied. He handed the underwear to Akai and picked up another can of food. He popped the top and handed it over. "Here, you can eat and then decide if you want to wear them."

Akai wrinkled his nose at the clothing, but was soon distracted by the smell of tuna, eating it in the same way that he'd decimated the canned chicken. Once he was finished, he licked his lips, hands, and rubbed his face to get everything. Ah, he was cold. "I hafta wear them..." He awkwardly put the clothes on, pouting.

Conor smiled and hugged Akai. "See, not all bad. Humans don't have fur, so we get cold... and our parts show..." he replied, blushing. "So, um... since you can talk, I guess you're smart, huh? Want to do something fun?" Conor beamed, glad that he could finally have a friend.

Akai huffed. "Of course, I'm smart. I'm a cat." He stated, as though it were obvious. He spotted a light and lunged for it, putting his hand over the light only to see it on top of his hand. He pouted and covered his hand with his other, and it still remained on top. He growled and kept trying, over and over, to catch the light.

Conor couldn't help but laugh at the cute neko as he tried to catch the light dancing across the room. "Akai~, come here kitty~" he called, "Didn't you want to be petted?" He grinned and waited for the kitten to respond.

Akai paused, looking back and forth between Conor and the light, then frowned. "I will catch you next time." He hissed at the unresponsive dot of light, bounding back over to Conor to await being petted. He would choose petting over catching the stupid dot any day. Besides, his human was good at petting him.


A 12-year-old boy of mixed Japanese and French heritage, possessing features from both cultures. He has delicate Asian facial structure from his father's side, softened by the European influences from his mother. His personality is on the shy and introverted side; he's not very socially outgoing, which could be why he doesn't have many friends. Despite this, he exhibits a caring nature and an eagerness to form connections, as seen in his interactions with Akai. He has a playful side that comes out when he feels comfortable and safe, like when he's at home or interacting with his new pet. Although initially scared by unexpected situations (like discovering Akai can talk), Conor shows adaptability and acceptance once he overcomes his initial fear.

A certain red neko was playing with the others his age, enjoying himself, before the shopkeeper walked past with some new person. The neko tensed, wondering which friend or sibling would be taken away this time. It was the life of a pet store kitten, but one they didn't always enjoy. Sure, they had toys, but losing friends and family wasn't fun. The neko was shocked when he was the one being taken by the stranger. He mewed in surprise as he was picked up, squirming up until they put him in the carrier. He whined and curled up in the carrier, hearing the other kittens mewing and expressing distress over losing yet another friend and sibling.

Conor sat in his room. He was almost finished with his studies for the day, having only an hour left before dinner. He wanted to play his video games, so he rushed through the last bit. Not that he was careless; he saved math for last because of the fact that rushing through it was too easy. Once he was finished, he placed his notebooks and texts back into his backpack and took out his handheld game. He smiled as he relaxed on his bed, enjoying his free time.

The neko clung to the floor of his carrier as he was put into something that kept shaking and bumping as he was taken somewhere, freaking out. Why was the ground moving?! Was he going to die?! He was terrified by the time they reached their destination, and he was carried into a place. Where was he?

Conor heard his father pull up and drop his game to go greet him. He'd been away for a week on business, and the boy missed him dearly. He ran downstairs and gave him a hug as he entered. "Okaeri, To-san! I missed you." He then saw the small crate in his father's hand and looked inside. A tiny red kitten was clinging frightened to the floor of it. "Awww, kawaii koneko-chan! To-san, is it for me?" he asked excitedly. The man nodded and handed the carrier to him. Conor was happy and hugged his father tighter before taking the kitten to his room. He closed the door and opened the carrier after placing it on the bed, forgetting all about his game.

The kitten let out a small mew of fear and relief as he was actually set down, getting out of the carrier as fast as he could. He looked down at the soft bed that he was on, testing how firm it was with one curious paw, then looked around. He spotted the boy and continued to look around at everything else.

Conor smiled. "Hey there, koneko-chan... such a cute one you are." He petted the kitten tentatively. "I think I'll call you Akai, due to your red fur. Do you like that, Akai-chan?" He spoke to the kitten as if he were female, though he didn't know the gender. Realizing this, Conor lifted the kitten and checked his sex. "Gomen, Akai-kun, I didn't know you were a boy." He placed the kitten back down and recommenced the petting.

Akai relaxed as he was petted, soon nuzzling into the touches and enjoying himself. Maybe this wasn't so ba-hey! He mewed as he was picked up, trying to get out of his grip. Who gave the petter permission to look at his private parts?! He gave a disgruntled mew when he was set back down, swiping at the offending hand that picked him up. He bit at it too, but his teeth weren't big enough to cause any pain. This made him feel a little more forgiving of the petter.

Conor laughed as the kitten played with his hand. "I guess you don't like to be held, eh? OK, Akai-kun, I'll just pet you for now." And he did. He sat there stroking the kitten for what seemed like hours, only a few minutes in reality, before speaking again. "We're going to be best friends, Akai-kun. I'm going to feed you and care for you and play with you, provided my homework is done, of course." Normally, he'd feel silly talking to an animal like this, but for some reason, since this was his kitten, it felt natural, as if Akai could understand him.

Akai soon forgave him and was stretched out on his leg, enjoying the treatment. So, whether or not he got food was dependent upon this 'homework'... He must find a way to destroy the homework and make sure that his human paid attention to his needs. Especially his petting needs and eating needs. His human was very good at petting him. Just then, he spotted something fluttering around. He immediately got up, thoughts of petting gone, and batted at it, pouncing when it was within range.

"You sure are playful, Akai-kun." Conor giggled and waved his hand in front of the kitten to continue playing with him. He sighed. "I just wish you could talk back to me though... we could really have fun then... like friends." He smiled and kept up his teasing hand motion.

Akai was getting frustrated with how he couldn't catch the hand, shifting and pouncing on it. Holding it under his two hands, he grinned. "Ha! Gotcha!" He blinked and looked at him curiously. "What were you saying?" He asked, the hand still secure beneath his two. He let it up and crouched, his tail waving from side to side as he watched it.

"Ah!" Conor screamed and scrambled away from Akai. "Y-y-you c-can t-t-t-talk..." He pointed a shaky finger at the kitten from the other end of the bed. "H-how did you d-d-d do that?"

Akai yelped in pain at the scream, glaring. "That hurt! stupid human, hurting my ears..." He caught his tail and licked it to smooth the fur back down. "Do what?" He asked disinterestedly, focusing on his tail. It wasn't like the human was going to groom him or anything. He was angry at his human for yelling anyway. "I'm hungry. You have to feed me."

"Talk! How can you talk? You're a cat!" Conor exclaimed, still very shaken. "Y-y-you're not a B-bakeneko, are you?" He defended himself with a pillow. "Please don't eat me, Akai-kun, I won't pick you up again, I promise." The boy shook in terror.

Akai raised an eyebrow. "About that... who said you could look at my boy's parts?" He pounced, pinning him down. "And what do you mean by 'eat you'? Humans probably taste weird. You're weird. I want tuna. Or salmon. Or chicken." He licked his lips. "Or maybe bass. Something yummy. The fish in the fishtanks at the pet store always looked yummy. "He looked down at him. "And you stopped petting me too. You're my human. You have to pet me and feed me."

Conor cowered under the tall neko boy. "I... I... I was just checking to see what you were..." He tried to wrap his head around the fact that his kitten had transformed into a witty-tongued nekomimi. "Um... OK food... well... umm" He looked down and saw Akai's naked form and his little member dangling above him. "Uh... Akai-kun... you're kind of exposed..." Conor blushed a deeper red.

Blinking, "Expected?" Akai looked down, then frowned in distaste as he poked at his pants. "You mean you want me to wear these things? They look silly." He huffed and got off of the boy, lying down and clearly waiting for his food to be brought to him.

Conor took a moment then slowly slipped off the bed. He stood there for a few seconds, still blushing, before he ran downstairs to fetch Akai some food. He saw a bag on the counter that he hadn't noticed earlier when his father arrived. Looking inside, he found a few cans of food, some toys, and a thing of catnip. Smiling, he practically skipped back upstairs and grinned at his new pet. "OK, so which do you want, Akai-kun? Tuna or chicken?" He held up both cans for the neko-boy to see.

Akai waited impatiently for his food, lunging for the chicken one. "I want this one!" He held the can and paused, turning it over in his hands before biting the edges. "It won't open!" He whined, pouting as he looked at his human. "Open it!" He demanded, holding it out to him. He wanted the chicken, dammit!

Conor squeaked as he was lunged at and giggled at the little catboy as he tried to bite the can open. "Here," he said, taking the can, "it pops open like this." He demonstrated how to open the can with the tab, though it was a bit harder than he expected. Once open, he handed the can back to Akai. "Oh, I should have gotten you a fork... sorry"

As the can opened, the smell of chicken reached his nose, and Akai grabbed the can from Conor. He didn't pay any mind to the fork comment, tilting the can sideways to eat. He used his tongue and teeth to pry the bits of chicken out, eating it loudly. He had quite a mess on his face by the end of it, and licked around his lips to get any stray chicken. He wiped his face with his hands, then licked at his hands to get any last remaining bits of the meal. He was still hungry, though, since he wasn't in his tiny kitten form.

The young boy watched in awe and slightly disgust as Akai tore into the can. Such unkempt manners the neko had. Conor petted his head and smiled when Akai finished. "So cute... Akai-kun" His eyes trailed down slightly, and he blushed again as he noticed the boy was still naked.

Akai blinked, looking up at him. "Why do you keep staring down there?" He asked, then bristled after a moment. "You're not going to try anything, are you?" He did NOT want to be doing any of that, especially with someone he'd just met. His human or not, he wasn't ready for that. Seeing the spiked penis of his mother's mate that one time when he accidentally peeped was more than enough to keep him from wanting anything like that near him.

"What? n-no... it's just strange... seeing a naked boy in my room..." Conor went over to his underwear drawer and pulled out a new pair of briefs. "Here, at least wear these if you won't wear pants."

Akai paused, eyeing the briefs distastefully. "... will I get more food if I do?" He asked after a moment, looking at him seriously. He really didn't want to wear them, but he was bought before they were fed for the day. Not only that, but his stomach was bigger in this form.

"Of course, Akai-kun. If you're hungry, just say so, and you can have more food." Conor said smiling. "And you don't have to wear them... I just thought you might want to cover your boy parts up." He then realized he was talking to a cat, a creature who spends his whole life naked with no sense of shame or modesty, or at least he thought.

Akai blinked. "So I can have food, and I won't have to wear that thing?" He asked. He didn't understand why humans wore those things all over their bodies. The stuff was so ugly! It was much better to go around in their fur! Less restriction, it was comfortable, and then they wouldn't have to wear stuff that was so ugly!

"You don't have to wear it, though I would prefer it, at least while you're in this form..." Conor replied. He handed the underwear to Akai and picked up another can of food. He popped the top and handed it over. "Here, you can eat and then decide if you want to wear them."

Akai wrinkled his nose at the clothing, but was soon distracted by the smell of tuna, eating it in the same way that he'd decimated the canned chicken. Once he was finished, he licked his lips, hands, and rubbed his face to get everything. Ah, he was cold. "I hafta wear them..." He awkwardly put the clothes on, pouting.

Conor smiled and hugged Akai. "See, not all bad. Humans don't have fur, so we get cold... and our parts show..." he replied, blushing. "So, um... since you can talk, I guess you're smart, huh? Want to do something fun?" Conor beamed, glad that he could finally have a friend.

Akai huffed. "Of course, I'm smart. I'm a cat." He stated, as though it were obvious. He spotted a light and lunged for it, putting his hand over the light only to see it on top of his hand. He pouted and covered his hand with his other, and it still remained on top. He growled and kept trying, over and over, to catch the light.

Conor couldn't help but laugh at the cute neko as he tried to catch the light dancing across the room. "Akai~, come here kitty~" he called, "Didn't you want to be petted?" He grinned and waited for the kitten to respond.


A man with long, soft dark hair and a week's worth of stubble. He has a lean, warm chest and strong hands used for exploring his partner's body. He exudes confidence and dominance in intimate situations, taking charge of the pace and actions. His experience from working in a brothel allows him to skillfully pleasure his partner, indicating that he is adaptable and keen on using his past experiences for present benefits. Alekso also shows an appreciation for sounds during sexual encounters, suggesting he is sensory-oriented. Despite this dominant side, he also exhibits tenderness by showing concern about hurting Roran, demonstrating empathy towards his partner's comfort.

Alekso broke the kiss, his lips and tongue trailing a burning path down Roran's neck while his free hand quested downward. His fingers teased along the waistline of his trousers before slipping under and around, ignoring Roran's cock in favor of digging his nails into the man's ass cheek. At the same time, he nipped at the hollow of Roran's throat and a deep, rumbling purr emanated from Alekso's chest. "Has anyone ever told you that your ass is perfect?" he asked, digging his fingers in just a little harder.

Roran felt goosebumps rise on his skin as Alekso's fingers brushed up his stomach and chest to finally rest on his chest and push him down. He felt so sensitive, and yet he wasn't feeling enough. He needed more. Until he couldn't think about anything else but what they were doing. He nipped rather sharply at Alekso's bottom lip before the kiss was broken, looking at him with half lidded eyes, lips slick and already bruising. His long hair tickled his face for a moment, and then Alekso was moving down, his mouth feeling like fire on Roran's skin, drawing out a moan as he tilted his head back to give him better access.

As Alekso's hand slipped under his pants, but didn't touch where he really wanted it, Roran whined, the sound oh so sweet and needy. The prick of nails on the soft skin there had his back arching, and he gasped at the feeling. "Not like-like this... no," Roran managed to get out, a soft whimper leaving his lips as the grip tightened, though in this situation, it wasn't a tell of anything bad.

"Fuck, even the noises you make are pretty. You're too good to be true," Alekso murmured, nipping a bit harder this time, almost as a reprimand. "Make that sound again. Maybe if you do, you'll get a prize." He sat up for just a moment, withdrawing his hands so he could yank Roran's shirt off and toss it to the side, and then one hand returned to grope at Roran's ass while the other tangled in that lovely, soft blond hair.

Alekso leaned in and claimed Roran's mouth in a deep, bruising kiss, his purring intensifying. "You smell like summer," Alekso said, sliding a knee through Roran's thighs to widen them. His thigh pressed close, nudging between Roran's legs in a gentle promise of what would soon come. The bulge in Alekso's trousers was already obscene, the fabric straining to be removed. "Let's see if I can make you whine for me some more," Alekso said with a slow grin, one hand yanking down Roran's trousers while the one in his hair slid down Roran's chest to the hard cock he'd just freed.

Alekso didn't quite get the sound he wanted as he nipped at Roran's throat again, instead, he got a soft cry at the pleasurable abuse to Roran's sensitive skin there. If anything, that sound was better, loud enough to faintly echo in the otherwise quiet room, and it was quickly followed by another soft whimper as Alekso pulled away. He helped pull off his shirt, then fell back against the bed once more as Alekso claimed his mouth in another, wonderful that was too much and not enough.

Roran spread his legs willingly as Alekso slid his thigh between them, his back arching as he got friction on his growing cock, the light pressure more than enough to finish getting him hard. When the kiss was broken, he gasped for breath and let it out in a whining sigh. His hands finally came up from where they were curled in the sheets, finally daring to touch Alekso back, lacing in the long, soft dark hair that curtained their faces.

As his pants were removed, Roran fought the urge to cover himself, feeling especially vulnerable like this, spread and bare under Alekso while the man above him was still clothed. Alekso's hand ran over a light dusting of blonde hair on Roran's lower stomach before it reached his destination, and when Roran was finally touched there, he whined the loudest yet, twisting a little bit and bucking his hips up. "More, please," he begged, oh so sweet, oh so needy, the words falling from his lips like the most prized jewels.

"You beg beautifully, darling. I think I'll give you that prize I promised." Alekso kissed Roran again once, then twice, and started raining kisses down his throat and chest. Alekso nipped his way down Roran's stomach, his tongue soothing each bite, until his mouth reached Roran's waiting cock.

Working in a brothel for over a year, he had learned a few things. One of many being how to ignore his gag reflex.

After taking a second to loosely tie his hair back from his face, Alekso circled the warm tip of Roran's cock with his tongue once, then swallowed the man with one easy dip of his head, nearly to the base. After a long moment, he came back up for air with only a soft cough to rid himself of the discomfort, then went back down. His purring continued until he could no longer expend the air for it with each pass.

Roran's skin jumped and trembled under each kiss, and the the sharp nips followed by that sinful tongue made Roran's hands tighten harder in Alekso's hair, sharp gasps and little moans working their way out as a punctuation to each pinch of teeth.

He felt Alekso's breath on the heated skin of his cock before anything else, he sat up a bit to watch him pull his hair back, only to fall back in a limp puddle as Alekso started using his mouth in they way he did. "Fuuuck..." he moaned out, his hands coming back up to rest on Alekso's head, not pushing or even guiding, he just needed something to hold on to. Whatever brothel taught Alekso to do this did a wonderful job, Roran was nothing more than a puddle of moans and whimpers, especially when he slipped down his throat. The vibrations of the purrs made him shudder, and when ever they stopped he missed them until they started back up again.

His cock was starting to leak, the slightly bitter taste of his pre becoming more apparent as Alekso continued, and Roran briefly wondered if he was just going to make him cum like this and then stopped. He hoped not, he still wanted more, and he voiced that want in breathy moan.

Roran's noises were their own sort of pleasure for Alekso. Each whimper and sigh sent a thrill down his spine, and Roran's begging for more had his ears twitching. He planned on giving more. Much, much more. Hard as stone, Alekso was dying for some relief. With his hips pressed to the blankets, Alekso ground his cock against the mattress, practically rutting himself against it as he brought Roran to the edge of climax with his mouth.

Abruptly, he pulled up and took a breath, his mouth wet and slightly swollen from his attentions, and slowly ran his tongue along the underside of Roran's cock. "Prepping you is probably going to take some time," Alekso warned, reaching for the oil on the bedside table. "I'm big. And that's not boasting." His voice was low and rasping from overuse. "Can you be patient for me, darling?"


A man with long blond hair and a lean, well-built physique. His skin is sensitive and lightly dusted with blonde hair on his lower abdomen. He exudes vulnerability, yet there's an underlying strength in him. He has an intense need for physical pleasure which he isn't afraid to voice out, indicating his boldness. Despite this assertiveness, he tends to be passive in intimate situations, preferring his partner to take the lead. Interestingly, he shows a preference for pain during sexual encounters, suggesting an inclination towards masochism or perhaps using pain as a coping mechanism for other emotional issues.

Roran's noises were their own sort of pleasure for Alekso. Each whimper and sigh sent a thrill down his spine, and Roran's begging for more had his ears twitching. He planned on giving more. Much, much more. Hard as stone, Alekso was dying for some relief. With his hips pressed to the blankets, Alekso ground his cock against the mattress, practically rutting himself against it as he brought Roran to the edge of climax with his mouth.

Abruptly, he pulled up and took a breath, his mouth wet and slightly swollen from his attentions, and slowly ran his tongue along the underside of Roran's cock. "Prepping you is probably going to take some time," Alekso warned, reaching for the oil on the bedside table. "I'm big. And that's not boasting." His voice was low and rasping from overuse. "Can you be patient for me, darling?"

Roran's sounds got higher and more breathy the closer he got to the edge, his nails starting to prick into Alekso's scalp and his hips rolling up into his mouth, forcing himself down his throat just a little while longer, and he was close, so close and—Alekso stopped, pulling his mouth off him, causing Roran to actually sob in need, aching so bad for release, he had been so close, and Alekso ripped it away from him. He twitched against Alekso's tongue as it ran over the underside of his cock, and he bucked his hips up before settling back on the mattress again as he pulled away.

"No," Roran replied to the question, almost petulantly. He took a deep breath before elaborating further. "I... I want it to hurt." He became slightly stiff underneath of Alekso, almost ashamed to admit that, but he hoped that Alekso would understand, would give him his wish, or at the very least, not slight him for voicing it.