A 15-year-old girl with a slim and slender physique, with petite breasts that are perfectly proportionate to her frame. She has long hair that tickles against Eric's neck during their intimate moments. Her attire includes tight jeans and bright orange underwear, suggesting a fashion-forward or trendy style. Personality-wise, Jessi is confident, assertive, and somewhat experienced in sexual matters for her age. She takes the lead in their interactions, displaying an adventurous spirit and cheeky sense of humor. Despite this boldness, she also shows signs of vulnerability when confronted with the ethical implications of their actions.

Immediately Jessi's eyes grew huge, and she stared at her brother. Well, as much as she could do in the darkness. "Get out! No!!" A fierce blush once more appeared on her face, and if she could, she would have buried her face in her pillow. As it was, she only buried it in her hands and let out a frustrated and mortified grunting moan. "Uuaaarrrrgh... fuck, no. Seriously? Fuck!"

After a few seconds, she let her hands sink once more and looked into the direction of her brother. "Go on, make your jokes, little brother prerogative; you're allowed to make fun of me in this instance."

Eric could hear the embarrassment in Jessi's voice, and strangely enough, even though she said he could, he didn't want to tease her about this. He pondered for a few moments why, then came up with an answer. Eric awkwardly put his arms around his sister and hugged her, not noticing he was pressing his head into her breasts as he did so. "No, I'm not. Just like you wouldn't make fun of me if I asked Liz out and she said no. Sorry, you had to find out that way."

"Yeah, sure, whatever..." The reply was more or less mumbled into his hair as Jessi tried to get this whole topic done as soon as possible. With that done, at least in her mind, she then changed to another thing. Specifically, it was her turn to ask something again. However, she was also kind of bothered by the fact that her brother's head was pushed against her petite tits. Not that it felt bad, quite the opposite, which made it only the more strange for her. Then again, she did not push him away either.

"Soooooo...," she then drawled slowly. "Have you ever... You know... at least kissed a girl?" Oh god, why... the moment she had asked this, she already regretted it; it was just so... like some alien life form had taken hold of her for a second.

Eric let Jessi go, taking his head away from her chest, but he was still pressed close to her. "No, not really. I mean there was this one time in graduate school when a girl ran up to me and kissed me then ran off. But nothing I'd call a real kiss." Suddenly Eric became very aware of how close they were sitting, and his erection began once again going from semi-erect to ragingly hard. Even in the near dark gloom, he was sure Jessi could see it. He'd never felt more embarrassed in his life.

As much as Jessi was aware of this fact as well, she did not do anything to change it. She was also noticing that he became very uncomfortable beside her and the way his voice slightly changed and could very well put one and one together. The slight outline of his boner against his pants was only the last dead giveaway. She bit her lower lip, and without noticing it, she rubbed her tights against one another once more.

"So... your turn...", she breathed then somewhat huskily. Come on, ask something exciting. Something dirty. Something appropriate for this... she felt her nipples pushing out against her top again. God, it really wasn't needed much to get her going, wasn't it?

"OK, what... What's the farthest you've ever... well, gone with someone?" Erick asked in a shaking lust tinged voice. He had no idea why he asked, it wasn't the kind of question he should have asked, but something about the strange situation they found themselves in was giving everything a dream-like quality. He doubted he would ever have another chance like this, and was sure that once the sun came up, this strange, almost magical night would be over, and this chance would never come again.

A cheekish smile snuckled its way onto Jessi's face as she thought about the answer to that question. This moment, this night, in the dark with her little cute and innocent little brother, somewhat naughty and dirty and at the same time very intimate and pure... It felt good and nice and just right. Usually, she would never do this, but now... she placed her hand on Eric's knee and then slowly stroked her way upwards, very slowly by the way. And while she did this, she then asked him in return, "How far I've gone... with a boy or with a girl?"

Eric's breathing hitched and shuttered at her touch, and his erection began to strain against the fabric of his pants for release, leaking the first trace of lichid.

He was shocked to hear her counter question and briefly wondered if this was some new kind of teasing on her part; leading him on, laughing as she ran away. The thought was fleeting, however, as he started losing himself in her touch and the closeness between them in this moment. "I... I don't know, b-both I guess," came his reply.

Her legs shivering slightly, and her heart beating fast and hard, Jessi's breathing made a small pause as she waited for his reply. Then she couldn't help but smirk like the cat that ate the canary in the darkness, somewhat saucily though. Not that he could see it, but her voice betrayed her as well as she leaned closer and whispered into his ear, "With girls... all the way... and with boys... I lost my V-Card two months ago..."

Her hand reached his raging hard cock, dancing around it, her fingers stroking along the length of it. Slowly, carefully, as if she was afraid she could or would hurt him. Her body pushed against him slightly, her hair tickling against his neck and ear.

Eric's head was swimming; the feeling of Jessi's hand stroking him, the feel of her hair on his neck, the tickling sensation of her whispering in his ear. He wanted to ask her for more details, but he couldn't think clearly enough to ask.

As she leaned into him, he allowed her to slowly push him over, so that her face hung directly over his. The light from the phone left her eyes looking like shiny glass marbles gazing down at him. He wanted to say something, to ask her something, but couldn't think clearly enough to put the words together. Instead, all that came from his mouth was a low moan, as his hands rose from their own accord, sliding along her ribs.

God, this was so wrong, so totally and utterly wrong. First, he was way too young. Second, he was her brother for fuck's sake. But still, her hands kept moving, and her breath danced across his skin as she leaned in. No one would ever know her mind was whispering to her furiously. No one would ever know, and anyway, she wanted it to do so as well. Without another word uttered, she slid her other hand onto his chest and pushed him down on the couch.

"Trust me, yes?" With these words whispered into his ears, she twisted in her position to face him, her hand still gripping his hard cock, dancing, stroking, fondling. "Do you wanna see my tits?"

Eric couldn't answer with words, his mouth had gone too dry all of a sudden. Instead, he simply nodded, though not even he could say for sure which part he was nodding to, trusting her, or seeing her naked tits. He could barely focus beyond the soft, pleasant stroking of her hand across his cloth-covered erection. A deep part of his mind was screaming that his was wrong, but it was all bout drowned out by sensations that felt so right. Another more immediate part of Eric wanted to kiss her; to touch and taste her; to experience every inch of her in every way possible regardless of how wrong others would say this was. A secret, tinny part of him even reveled in the perverseness of the idea, driving him on.

For the moment, Jessi only took delight and pleasure in this forbidden sensation, this thrill, this urge of the moment rush and heat. She pushed him down fully, more forceful now but still with soft pressure, then climbed onto the couch with her knees and was thus now sitting with her knees beside Eric's upper tights and with her loins pushing down on them. Her hand was still only his erection, still fondling and dancing around it, but then she withdrew her hand and instead grabbed the hem of her sweater.

She gave him a smirk in the half darkness, barely visible, her eyes filled with a cheeky glimmer, then she pulled her sweater up and above her head. She wasn't the most developed girl there was, she wasn't very athletic or anything, but she was slim and slender and had these perky little tits now seemingly pointing at Eric, soft and small and just a right handful. Well, a small hand. She threw her sweater aside and looked at Eric's face, saw the admiration written on it, the excitement and the lust; she felt a shiver of pride and satisfaction and somewhat perverted lust run down her spine upon it.

"Nooooowww..." she then drawled, smirking, and smiling down at him, her voice husky and somewhat saucy. "Whatever shall we do with this..." Again, her hand was on his bulging tent, pressing down harder now.

Eric was all but lost to thought, grinding his length up into his sister's hand as he let out a low moan. He brought his hands up, cupping them around Jessi's breasts, firmly kneading them as his thumbs ran in circles around and across her perky nipples. "Oh, god, I can't believe we're doing this," he whispered.

A low, primal moan escaped Jessi's mouth as she felt her brother's hands cupping her small but sensitive breasts, and felt her nipples harden even more. A grin stole its way onto her face, smirking down at Eric, her hands now both at his pelvis and opening his zipper. "Oooops... seems like... I accidentally gave you quite the boner... It would only be fair... If I take care of it, wouldn't it?"

Eric nodded, not trusting his voice that was pron to cracking occasionally in this instance. He looked up at Jessi in the blue tinged light of his cell phone, her face partially hidden in the shadow of her tresses. A compulsion overtook him then; a strange need; Eric briefly leaned up on his elbows, bringing his lips to his sisters, before falling back into a lying position. It was a short, soft, tongueless, and utterly sweet kiss that belied the passion passing between the two at that moment.

As Jessi opened his fly, she could see that the head of his length had pushed it's way free of his boxers. A generous coating of precum, making it glisten in the dim half light of the room.

Just as Jessi had freed the cock of her brother from its confinements inside his pants and was about to say something about it, something kind and sexy actually, when suddenly, out of nowhere, Eric kissed her. For a few moments, Jessi was stunned. She did not really know why, after all that was the most harmless thing they were doing at the moment, but still...

She bit her lip and then ran with her tongue along her lips. Then, slowly and carefully, she asked, "Was... was that your first kiss? Cause..." Now another grin came to her face, and her hand slid into his boxers, grabbing his cock. "Let's train this, yes? Let's train proper kissing."

Eric looked up at her with nervous expectation; he hadn't considered that he was having his first kiss when he did it; he simply acted on instinct, but now he very much wanted to try it again. Jessi's firm stroking was quickly applying a slick, shiny coating to his sensitive cock, as it throbbed and pulsed in her hand. Eric began thrusting into her hand with long, slow movements, his hips moving with a will of their own, as the pleasure she was giving him coursed up to his spine.

"Woaw, slow down there tiger, don't wanna shoot your load too, son, do you?" she asked with a cheekish glint in her eyes and slowly leaned down towards him, her upper body coming closer to him and her hand now grabbing his cock fully, fully pulling it out from its confinement inside the boxer shorts. "Nooooow... why don't we... try kissing again, huh?"

And with that said, she sealed his lips with her own, softly, slowly, sensually. For a moment, she remained like this, then she really kissed him, like she had learned just two years earlier as well. However, she had trained since then, and she had every intention of showing him the ropes as well. She sucked softly on his lips, then a tad more passionately.

Eric followed Jessi's lead, parting his lips while gently sucking on hers. As he took her lower lip between his own, he boldly allowed his tongue to lightly play across its smooth surface. His arms, now being too close to comfortably touch her breasts, slid around to her back, and began aimlessly running up and down her spine, taking in the softness of her skin. Suddenly Jessi's tongue slipped into his mouth, and he let out a moan, that was almost a purr, or perhaps a deep low growl; it was a sound both primal and passionate.

A low moan, filled with joy and enjoyment and something that could be lust, came from Jessi's throat as she devoured her brother with her kiss. She was growing more passionate by the second, sliding her tongue into his mouth and running her hands down his body, untangling the one on his cock from there and shoving it down under his shirt.

She had some experience with kissing and this stuff, not overly much, but certainly more than Eric, and it showed. She was confident and eager, feeling like she was the one in full control here, the one who was dictating the speed and everything else. Suddenly, she pulled back her head and pushed herself up again, grinning down at her little brother. "Not bad, not bad at all. Get out of that shirt."

And while she said this, she untangled her arms from his body and slid them into her pants, opening the button and sliding down the zipper. Then she made a small pause and then mumbled, "Now I really regret wearing such tight pants... they look great, but are a pain to get out of in such a situation..."

Eric replied readily enough, grabbing the hem of his sweater and rolling it over his head in one fluid motion. His chest was thin without being bony, yet also without any muscle tone, and certainly without any sort of body hair. "Do... do you need me to help?", he asked, not knowing what to do in this situation. He'd so often thought about what would happen after he was naked with a girl that he'd never stopped to consider the various difficulties of getting to that point.

At this point Eric's brain began fully working again. He knew what they were about to do, and while part of him, the part that was raging hard on, wanted this badly, but another more rational part was worried. If his parents or another adult caught him with a girl, any other girl, he knew he'd be swimming in a lake of trouble, but if that girl was Jessi, it would be about a million times worse. He knew that they would both be teased and ostracized at school, and their parents would be furious, they may even send one of them away to live somewhere else. "Jessi, are you sure this is OK?", he asked, suddenly acting more like his true age, needing reassurance.

Despite her being anything but curvy, Jessi had some problem with getting out of her very tight jeans, and she was forced to get up from the couch just as Eric was in the process of getting more naked as well. He wasn't very well developed, what boy that age was, but he was here, he was willing, and he was cute. What more could she hope for? Jessi giggled softly as she slid the jeans down her long slender legs and then stepping out of them, leaving her in only her soft orange hot pants.

And then... Eric had to ask if it was okay, Jessi stopped short. Then, slowly, she slid back onto the couch, however, this time not on top of him but just shy of his feet, somewhere further down the couch. Then she said, "Noo... no, not really. I mean, mum and dad would kill us and everyone would be disgusted and stuff, and I could seriously get in trouble..."

She groaned then, out of slight frustration. As much as she wanted to simply say, sure this is okay, as much as she knew that it wasn't and that Eric wasn't that dumb and she clearly did not want to take advantage of him. Really, she didn't. "Look, we both know this is wrong, right? I know it, you know it, kay? But... you're horny, I'm horny AND on the pill, and no one will ever know. So..." She shrugged. "I'm willing to keep it a secret. You too?"


An 11-year-old boy with a thin frame that lacks notable muscle tone and body hair. He's not particularly athletic or well-developed for his age. Despite his youth, Eric shows signs of maturity and thoughtfulness in the way he considers the potential consequences of his actions. However, he also displays adolescent awkwardness and innocence, especially when it comes to sexual matters. His curiosity and desire are evident in his willingness to explore unfamiliar territory under his sister's guidance.

Immediately Jessi's eyes grew huge, and she stared at her brother. Well, as much as she could do in the darkness. "Get out! No!!" A fierce blush once more appeared on her face, and if she could, she would have buried her face in her pillow. As it was, she only buried it in her hands and let out a frustrated and mortified grunting moan. "Uuaaarrrrgh... fuck, no. Seriously? Fuck!"

After a few seconds, she let her hands sink once more and looked into the direction of her brother. "Go on, make your jokes, little brother prerogative; you're allowed to make fun of me in this instance."

Eric could hear the embarrassment in Jessi's voice, and strangely enough, even though she said he could, he didn't want to tease her about this. He pondered for a few moments why, then came up with an answer. Eric awkwardly put his arms around his sister and hugged her, not noticing he was pressing his head into her breasts as he did so. "No, I'm not. Just like you wouldn't make fun of me if I asked Liz out and she said no. Sorry, you had to find out that way."

"Yeah, sure, whatever..." The reply was more or less mumbled into his hair as Jessi tried to get this whole topic done as soon as possible. With that done, at least in her mind, she then changed to another thing. Specifically, it was her turn to ask something again. However, she was also kind of bothered by the fact that her brother's head was pushed against her petite tits. Not that it felt bad, quite the opposite, which made it only the more strange for her. Then again, she did not push him away either.

"Soooooo...," she then drawled slowly. "Have you ever... You know... at least kissed a girl?" Oh god, why... the moment she had asked this, she already regretted it; it was just so... like some alien life form had taken hold of her for a second.

Eric let Jessi go, taking his head away from her chest, but he was still pressed close to her. "No, not really. I mean there was this one time in graduate school when a girl ran up to me and kissed me then ran off. But nothing I'd call a real kiss." Suddenly Eric became very aware of how close they were sitting, and his erection began once again going from semi-erect to ragingly hard. Even in the near dark gloom, he was sure Jessi could see it. He'd never felt more embarrassed in his life.

As much as Jessi was aware of this fact as well, she did not do anything to change it. She was also noticing that he became very uncomfortable beside her and the way his voice slightly changed and could very well put one and one together. The slight outline of his boner against his pants was only the last dead giveaway. She bit her lower lip, and without noticing it, she rubbed her tights against one another once more.

"So... your turn...", she breathed then somewhat huskily. Come on, ask something exciting. Something dirty. Something appropriate for this... she felt her nipples pushing out against her top again. God, it really wasn't needed much to get her going, wasn't it?

"OK, what... What's the farthest you've ever... well, gone with someone?" Erick asked in a shaking lust tinged voice. He had no idea why he asked, it wasn't the kind of question he should have asked, but something about the strange situation they found themselves in was giving everything a dream-like quality. He doubted he would ever have another chance like this, and was sure that once the sun came up, this strange, almost magical night would be over, and this chance would never come again.

A cheekish smile snuckled its way onto Jessi's face as she thought about the answer to that question. This moment, this night, in the dark with her little cute and innocent little brother, somewhat naughty and dirty and at the same time very intimate and pure... It felt good and nice and just right. Usually, she would never do this, but now... she placed her hand on Eric's knee and then slowly stroked her way upwards, very slowly by the way. And while she did this, she then asked him in return, "How far I've gone... with a boy or with a girl?"

Eric's breathing hitched and shuttered at her touch, and his erection began to strain against the fabric of his pants for release, leaking the first trace of lichid.

He was shocked to hear her counter question and briefly wondered if this was some new kind of teasing on her part; leading him on, laughing as she ran away. The thought was fleeting, however, as he started losing himself in her touch and the closeness between them in this moment. "I... I don't know, b-both I guess," came his reply.

Her legs shivering slightly, and her heart beating fast and hard, Jessi's breathing made a small pause as she waited for his reply. Then she couldn't help but smirk like the cat that ate the canary in the darkness, somewhat saucily though. Not that he could see it, but her voice betrayed her as well as she leaned closer and whispered into his ear, "With girls... all the way... and with boys... I lost my V-Card two months ago..."

Her hand reached his raging hard cock, dancing around it, her fingers stroking along the length of it. Slowly, carefully, as if she was afraid she could or would hurt him. Her body pushed against him slightly, her hair tickling against his neck and ear.

Eric's head was swimming; the feeling of Jessi's hand stroking him, the feel of her hair on his neck, the tickling sensation of her whispering in his ear. He wanted to ask her for more details, but he couldn't think clearly enough to ask.

As she leaned into him, he allowed her to slowly push him over, so that her face hung directly over his. The light from the phone left her eyes looking like shiny glass marbles gazing down at him. He wanted to say something, to ask her something, but couldn't think clearly enough to put the words together. Instead, all that came from his mouth was a low moan, as his hands rose from their own accord, sliding along her ribs.

God, this was so wrong, so totally and utterly wrong. First, he was way too young. Second, he was her brother for fuck's sake. But still, her hands kept moving, and her breath danced across his skin as she leaned in. No one would ever know her mind was whispering to her furiously. No one would ever know, and anyway, she wanted it to do so as well. Without another word uttered, she slid her other hand onto his chest and pushed him down on the couch.

"Trust me, yes?" With these words whispered into his ears, she twisted in her position to face him, her hand still gripping his hard cock, dancing, stroking, fondling. "Do you wanna see my tits?"

Eric couldn't answer with words, his mouth had gone too dry all of a sudden. Instead, he simply nodded, though not even he could say for sure which part he was nodding to, trusting her, or seeing her naked tits. He could barely focus beyond the soft, pleasant stroking of her hand across his cloth-covered erection. A deep part of his mind was screaming that his was wrong, but it was all bout drowned out by sensations that felt so right. Another more immediate part of Eric wanted to kiss her; to touch and taste her; to experience every inch of her in every way possible regardless of how wrong others would say this was. A secret, tinny part of him even reveled in the perverseness of the idea, driving him on.

For the moment, Jessi only took delight and pleasure in this forbidden sensation, this thrill, this urge of the moment rush and heat. She pushed him down fully, more forceful now but still with soft pressure, then climbed onto the couch with her knees and was thus now sitting with her knees beside Eric's upper tights and with her loins pushing down on them. Her hand was still only his erection, still fondling and dancing around it, but then she withdrew her hand and instead grabbed the hem of her sweater.

She gave him a smirk in the half darkness, barely visible, her eyes filled with a cheeky glimmer, then she pulled her sweater up and above her head. She wasn't the most developed girl there was, she wasn't very athletic or anything, but she was slim and slender and had these perky little tits now seemingly pointing at Eric, soft and small and just a right handful. Well, a small hand. She threw her sweater aside and looked at Eric's face, saw the admiration written on it, the excitement and the lust; she felt a shiver of pride and satisfaction and somewhat perverted lust run down her spine upon it.

"Nooooowww..." she then drawled, smirking, and smiling down at him, her voice husky and somewhat saucy. "Whatever shall we do with this..." Again, her hand was on his bulging tent, pressing down harder now.

Eric was all but lost to thought, grinding his length up into his sister's hand as he let out a low moan. He brought his hands up, cupping them around Jessi's breasts, firmly kneading them as his thumbs ran in circles around and across her perky nipples. "Oh, god, I can't believe we're doing this," he whispered.

A low, primal moan escaped Jessi's mouth as she felt her brother's hands cupping her small but sensitive breasts, and felt her nipples harden even more. A grin stole its way onto her face, smirking down at Eric, her hands now both at his pelvis and opening his zipper. "Oooops... seems like... I accidentally gave you quite the boner... It would only be fair... If I take care of it, wouldn't it?"

Eric nodded, not trusting his voice that was pron to cracking occasionally in this instance. He looked up at Jessi in the blue tinged light of his cell phone, her face partially hidden in the shadow of her tresses. A compulsion overtook him then; a strange need; Eric briefly leaned up on his elbows, bringing his lips to his sisters, before falling back into a lying position. It was a short, soft, tongueless, and utterly sweet kiss that belied the passion passing between the two at that moment.

As Jessi opened his fly, she could see that the head of his length had pushed it's way free of his boxers. A generous coating of precum, making it glisten in the dim half light of the room.

Just as Jessi had freed the cock of her brother from its confinements inside his pants and was about to say something about it, something kind and sexy actually, when suddenly, out of nowhere, Eric kissed her. For a few moments, Jessi was stunned. She did not really know why, after all that was the most harmless thing they were doing at the moment, but still...

She bit her lip and then ran with her tongue along her lips. Then, slowly and carefully, she asked, "Was... was that your first kiss? Cause..." Now another grin came to her face, and her hand slid into his boxers, grabbing his cock. "Let's train this, yes? Let's train proper kissing."

Eric looked up at her with nervous expectation; he hadn't considered that he was having his first kiss when he did it; he simply acted on instinct, but now he very much wanted to try it again. Jessi's firm stroking was quickly applying a slick, shiny coating to his sensitive cock, as it throbbed and pulsed in her hand. Eric began thrusting into her hand with long, slow movements, his hips moving with a will of their own, as the pleasure she was giving him coursed up to his spine.

"Woaw, slow down there tiger, don't wanna shoot your load too, son, do you?" she asked with a cheekish glint in her eyes and slowly leaned down towards him, her upper body coming closer to him and her hand now grabbing his cock fully, fully pulling it out from its confinement inside the boxer shorts. "Nooooow... why don't we... try kissing again, huh?"

And with that said, she sealed his lips with her own, softly, slowly, sensually. For a moment, she remained like this, then she really kissed him, like she had learned just two years earlier as well. However, she had trained since then, and she had every intention of showing him the ropes as well. She sucked softly on his lips, then a tad more passionately.

Eric followed Jessi's lead, parting his lips while gently sucking on hers. As he took her lower lip between his own, he boldly allowed his tongue to lightly play across its smooth surface. His arms, now being too close to comfortably touch her breasts, slid around to her back, and began aimlessly running up and down her spine, taking in the softness of her skin. Suddenly Jessi's tongue slipped into his mouth, and he let out a moan, that was almost a purr, or perhaps a deep low growl; it was a sound both primal and passionate.

A low moan, filled with joy and enjoyment and something that could be lust, came from Jessi's throat as she devoured her brother with her kiss. She was growing more passionate by the second, sliding her tongue into his mouth and running her hands down his body, untangling the one on his cock from there and shoving it down under his shirt.

She had some experience with kissing and this stuff, not overly much, but certainly more than Eric, and it showed. She was confident and eager, feeling like she was the one in full control here, the one who was dictating the speed and everything else. Suddenly, she pulled back her head and pushed herself up again, grinning down at her little brother. "Not bad, not bad at all. Get out of that shirt."

And while she said this, she untangled her arms from his body and slid them into her pants, opening the button and sliding down the zipper. Then she made a small pause and then mumbled, "Now I really regret wearing such tight pants... they look great, but are a pain to get out of in such a situation..."

Eric replied readily enough, grabbing the hem of his sweater and rolling it over his head in one fluid motion. His chest was thin without being bony, yet also without any muscle tone, and certainly without any sort of body hair. "Do... do you need me to help?", he asked, not knowing what to do in this situation. He'd so often thought about what would happen after he was naked with a girl that he'd never stopped to consider the various difficulties of getting to that point.

At this point Eric's brain began fully working again. He knew what they were about to do, and while part of him, the part that was raging hard on, wanted this badly, but another more rational part was worried. If his parents or another adult caught him with a girl, any other girl, he knew he'd be swimming in a lake of trouble, but if that girl was Jessi, it would be about a million times worse. He knew that they would both be teased and ostracized at school, and their parents would be furious, they may even send one of them away to live somewhere else. "Jessi, are you sure this is OK?", he asked, suddenly acting more like his true age, needing reassurance.

Despite her being anything but curvy, Jessi had some problem with getting out of her very tight jeans, and she was forced to get up from the couch just as Eric was in the process of getting more naked as well. He wasn't very well developed, what boy that age was, but he was here, he was willing, and he was cute. What more could she hope for? Jessi giggled softly as she slid the jeans down her long slender legs and then stepping out of them, leaving her in only her soft orange hot pants.

And then... Eric had to ask if it was okay, Jessi stopped short. Then, slowly, she slid back onto the couch, however, this time not on top of him but just shy of his feet, somewhere further down the couch. Then she said, "Noo... no, not really. I mean, mum and dad would kill us and everyone would be disgusted and stuff, and I could seriously get in trouble..."

She groaned then, out of slight frustration. As much as she wanted to simply say, sure this is okay, as much as she knew that it wasn't and that Eric wasn't that dumb and she clearly did not want to take advantage of him. Really, she didn't. "Look, we both know this is wrong, right? I know it, you know it, kay? But... you're horny, I'm horny AND on the pill, and no one will ever know. So..." She shrugged. "I'm willing to keep it a secret. You too?"

Eric looked at Jessi, as she sat, the bright orange underwear taking him by surprise. He stopped to consider her words for a moment, then nodded "OK, I can keep a secret." He slid down the couch, and snuggled close to her then. He wasn't sure if it felt cold because all the activity made him so hot, or if the room was getting colder, and he hadn't noticed because he was wearing a sweater. All he knew is that Jessi was warm, and he wanted to be as close to her as he could. Less timid this time, he once again brought his lips up to her, kissing her in the way that she had taught him.


An 18-year-old girl who has a knack for pushing boundaries and taking risks. She's bold, assertive, and unafraid of expressing her desires. Her appearance is attractive, as she often catches Alex's attention, particularly due her large breasts. She is also resourceful and creative in finding ways around her strict upbringing. However, she exhibits a certain vulnerability when faced with aggressive behavior from Alex, indicating a less experienced side of her personality.

Today was a special day for 18 year old Arya. She had managed to convince her best friend Alex to be her date to a friend's wedding, and she had a lot of plans for the day. Part of it included a hotel room Arya had rented out for a few days as a mini vacation from her strict mother and her rules. Arya's intentions? She was going to get Alex to fuck her for a few days straight, as much as he could handle. Arya had always had a huge crush on Alex, and she knew he felt the same way. When she'd turned 14, Alex had started taking her seriously as a woman, oftentimes she'd caught him staring at her great rack, almost looking like he might drool. Since it was dangerous for an 18 year old to have sex with a 14 year old, Arya had to watch Alex get with a few different girls over the years. Sometimes they looked like her, which had made her wonder if she was the object of Alex's affection.

Arya had turned 18 about a month ago, and almost like he had simply been waiting for her to come of age, Alex broke up with his most recent girlfriend. Arya took a wild chance and asked Alex to be her date, and surprisingly he had said yes. They were going to meet at the wedding, and Arya really did herself up for him. Nice makeup, an overly slutty dress and her hair down. The dress was short, only covering her thighs just barely. She'd put on a skimpy black thong, as well as a bra that didn't hold her cleavage in at all. The top of the dress revealed her cleavage with a nice, plunging neckline. To Arya, this wasn't about the wedding at all. She honestly didn't care that much for the friend involved. This was her chance to look as sexy as possible for Alex.

When Arya showed up to the wedding, she went to the hotel lobby and checked into her room for the next 4 days and 3 nights. It was an over ambitious plan, but even if it didn't go the way she wanted, she'd still get a vacation. Arya had also put some toys in her room before she went back downstairs to the lobby to wait for Alex. His reaction was going to tell her for sure if she'd been right in thinking he wanted her.

Alex knew that Arya had already turned eighteen but he knew how strict her mom was and he didn't want to get caught. He didn't want it be a one time thing and wanted to actually start a relationship with her. He would have to wait until she either moved out or find a way to move in. They were only thoughts that would race through his mind at night. For now he had to meet up with her in the hotel lobby and get to the wedding on time. He didn't know why she wanted him to go with her since he didn't know anyone there but he didn't mind. He purchased a nice tux and some dressing shoes since he wanted to look good for her .

Alex had just walked into the lobby and started walking towards her trying to be as quiet as he could be. He quickly made his way behind her as he placed his hands over her eyes. He softly kissed the back of her neck trying to rile her up "Can you guess who is it". He chuckled as he slowly let go and grabbed onto her hand giving her a slow twirl "You look gorgeous baby". If it was up to him he would have just thrown her over his shoulder and fucked her in the nearest closet but he had to wait. They only had a few minutes to spare if they wanted to get to the wedding in time .

Arya let out a gasp of surprise as her eyes were suddenly covered and a kiss was placed on the back of her neck. Alex joked around, asking if she knew who it was, before he gave her a twirl. "Oh look... so sexy, Alex." Arya admitted, a blush coming across her features. Arya had to admit that this was the reaction she had been going for with Alex, but it was different when she got that reaction. Her mind went a million places as she stared at Alex. In her high heels, Arya didn't have to stand on her tip toes to be face to face with Alex. He was taller than her normally, but heels were her friend.

Arya moved in close to Alex and chose to kiss him rather passionately. Hell, this whole thing was about getting a chance to be with Alex. Her mother thought the wedding was out of town, which worked considering Arya wanted to spend the next four days in bed with Alex, if he would have her. Arya wasn't even that interested in being at the wedding, it had just been an excuse to get time alone with Alex. Suddenly, an idea hit her, and Arya was glad that they would be sitting in the back alone. "Think you can be quiet if I give you a handjob while the ceremony goes on? Or, you know... I could give you a blowjob."

Alex was quite a bit taller than Arya but the heels that she was wearing almost left them at the same height. He was just about to say something with she pulled him into a deep kiss. He wasn't going to complain instead he just held onto her waist as he enjoyed the moment. Once it was over he softly licked his lips as he listened to what she had to say. A soft smile grew across his face as he started thinking of what to pick. He softly wrapped his arms around hers as they started walking towards the ballroom "I would love to a blowjob right now but I want your tits out too."

Alex chuckled a bit since that's the only thing he could think about and the dress she was wearing was only making things more interesting. Once inside the ballroom they walked towards the back of the room and sat at the last table. He pulled her chair out so she could sit down and then he pushed her back in. He knew they would have to wait until everyone sat down before they could into it.

Arya was definitely more focused on getting time to give in to all of her desires for Alex. He had kissed her back, and she loved the look on Alex's face at her offer. He slowly led her to the ballroom as he seemed to decide. The last thing Arya had expected was for Alex to come back with a very bold response. She could go down on him, if she was okay with essentially slipping out of the top half of her dress while she did so. This was insanity, but it didn't make Arya any less willing. The reality was, Arya wasn't that close with this friend.

So if they got caught, they could just as easily go up to her room. Once they got into the ballroom, Alex even pulled her chair out and then pushed her back in. The room was mostly ready for a reception, with all the tables placed and with placecards on them. At least everyone walked in quickly. Not to mention, the table had a long enough cover that Arya could slip under the table to give Alex that blowjob topless. Alex would still get a view of her breasts. "Just so you know, I got a room for four days... If you're interested in spending a couple days with me." Arya suggested with a smile. "But while we're here, we should see how much we can get away with during the wedding and reception." Arya said happily, loving the idea of crazy situations where they could be caught. It wasn't like she ever had many chances to give in to what she wanted. And Alex was her deepest desire.

Finally, after what felt like a damn eternity, the lights dimmed except in front of the makeshift alter and a spotlight on the bridesmaids who walked down the aisle slowly until the bride finally came out. As soon as the bride passed them, Arya slipped down onto the floor under the table and got in front of Alex. Arya could hardly believe she was doing this, but within a few moments, she slipped out of the straps in her dress, unveiling her large breasts so Alex could see them. Arya moved the tablecloth up so she could stare up at Alex, a look of lust in her eyes. Then, Arya tried to be as quiet as possible as she slowly undid Alex's pants so she could get to his cock. Arya smiled as she saw he was wearing boxers, and his cock was already starting to get hard and stick out of the hole. She helped so she could see most of Alex's length before she decided to lick over his cock all over.

Before much longer, Arya's mouth was on Alex's cock. She had to be careful, so admittedly, Arya wasn't going quickly. If she sucked Alex the way she really wanted to, Arya would probably bang her head against the table, which would make a lot of noise. She didn't want to get caught, no matter how much she wanted to pleasure her biggest crush. In time, Arya began to pick up speed, taking Alex's cock as deep in her mouth as she could and sucking. Arya was putting all of her very limited abilities into this blowjob, hoping she could make Alex cum with her mouth alone, and in public.

Alex could clearly tell that she wasn't there for the wedding and instead was just there to spend time with him. He knew how strict her mom could be and this was the perfect chance for the two to mess around. He didn't want this to be a one time thing he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. They just had to find a way around her strict mom.

As they patiently waited for everyone to be seated and for the ceremony to begin she brought up the fact that she had a room booked there for four days. Then she mentioned them messing around in the wedding and his mind started to flood with ideas "I saw the janitors closet on our way in I wouldn't mind fucking you over some cardboard boxes". He chuckled just wanting to see what she would say. Then after a while the event finally started and Arya wasted no time getting into position. Alex just got comfortable in his chair as he watched her.

Alex watched in awe as she unveiled her plump supple breasts. He watched as she undid his pants and within a matter of second she was slowly sucking on his thick cock. She started nice and slow at first but quickly started picking up the speed. He just laid back and enjoyed it trying his best to stay quiet. After a few minutes passed he sat up a bit as he grabbed onto her head and started roughly fucking her throat .

"That sounds hot. Definitely do that." Arya agreed, wondering what that would even be like. But she trusted Alex, if he said it would be fun, she figured it would be. Besides, she was a sheltered person. Alex knew best in terms of sex. Well, she figured he did. After all, Alex had dated around, unlike her. Arya blushed, loving the way Alex reacted to seeing her breasts. It seemed like it was going okay, Alex seemed content at least.

But within a few minutes, it became clear she wasn't doing what he wanted her to do. Alex grabbed her head and roughly fucked her throat, each thrust becoming harder as he went even deeper to the point where she was choking on his cock with each thrust. Arya didn't like this, but Alex was literally forcing her to take it. She'd find a way to get back at him for this though. Maybe she would just meet some random guy and fuck him at the reception since Alex was hurting her.


A young man who is taller than Arya, even when she's wearing high heels. He has an assertive, dominant personality and isn't afraid of taking control, especially in intimate situations. He is experienced in romantic affairs, having had several girlfriends before Arya. However, he also exhibits a possessive side and doesn't hesitate from crossing boundaries when he's aroused. Despite his aggressive tendencies, he does appear patient and strategic, waiting for opportune moments before acting on his desires.

Alex could clearly tell that she wasn't there for the wedding and instead was just there to spend time with him. He knew how strict her mom could be and this was the perfect chance for the two to mess around. He didn't want this to be a one time thing he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. They just had to find a way around her strict mom.

As they patiently waited for everyone to be seated and for the ceremony to begin she brought up the fact that she had a room booked there for four days. Then she mentioned them messing around in the wedding and his mind started to flood with ideas "I saw the janitors closet on our way in I wouldn't mind fucking you over some cardboard boxes". He chuckled just wanting to see what she would say. Then after a while the event finally started and Arya wasted no time getting into position. Alex just got comfortable in his chair as he watched her.

Alex watched in awe as she unveiled her plump supple breasts. He watched as she undid his pants and within a matter of second she was slowly sucking on his thick cock. She started nice and slow at first but quickly started picking up the speed. He just laid back and enjoyed it trying his best to stay quiet. After a few minutes passed he sat up a bit as he grabbed onto her head and started roughly fucking her throat .


A complex character with a mercurial nature. He exudes an aura of power and dominance, often seen lounging on his usurped throne. His cold, smug demeanor masks a volatile mix of hope, anger, pride, and fear. Despite his cruel actions and harsh words, he harbors a deep-seated love for Sloan, hinting at some remnants of humanity within him. His manipulative tendencies are evident in his interactions, but underneath this facade lies an undercurrent of desperation and possessiveness.

For a moment, a deafening silence filled the grand chamber. Shadows reached and creeped for Sloan, and even what light was left, felt cold and lack luster. An uneasy foreboding stemmed from the slight man lounging in the Prophet's former throne, a crooked smile upon his lips, as his oily, cold voice broke the eerie quiet. "My dear sister." Harper chuckled." It's been too long."

he threw his head back and laughed, cold and triumphant. It echoed throughout the empty chamber, seemingly emanating not only from Harper himself, but also the various broken, and bloodied masks of defeated Umbrims that were hung in grotesque display for their Imperator. As Harper gained a semblance of control over himself, the last mask to cease its mocking laughter was the Panther mask before her.

Where most might have been unnerved by his theatrics, Sloan's expression was impassive her steely eyes fixed Harper as she awaited his acknowledgment. She told herself it was an act of defiance, to appear boldfaced even with the fear that coiled within her. In truth, it was to avoid the countless empty eyes of the trophies that looked down on her. But even as she tried, her eyes drifted to the golden shimmer of Chryschéli and the arches of Manis and she felt her eyes water as shame and grief cut anew.

Sloan brought her focus back to Harper, focusing on its source instead. This wasn't the time to reconcile the ghosts of her failures. His flair for the dramatic mocked the dead, its gratuitous irreverence an insult to their sacrifice. But if she knew him at all, she shouldn't have expected decency or mercy from him. No, he was a monster. He always had been. She only wished the Divnium Umbram had not made her forget, that her own mercy had not granted him his escape.

"I am not your sister." Sloan hissed as his laughter quieted. "You ceased to be my kin when you abandoned your sacred honor and ran like the seditious curr you are."

Before his victory, Harper would've probably sputtered and huffed, ranting about how Sloan was his sister, couldn't deny that fact, and yadda yadda yadda. However, he just smiled at her now, nodding along.

"Are you sure? Being my sister might be all you can claim now." He hefted himself up from the throne, and began sauntering toward her. When he reached Sloan, he nodded to Pyralis, releasing his captive. He reached out her offering his hand, as he did so long ago on the night he left.

"I offer you one last chance. It's not too late, everything of the old world is gone, scattered and burned to ash." He looked at her keeping his expression impassive." One last choice, my Dear Sister."

Harper had changed since their last encounter, she determined. But he would be mistaken to believe she had not. Sloan was not the girl he had mistreated in their youth. She was not the untested squad captain who let a deserter free. No, she had earned her rank as Imperator. And even if she had failed in the end, she could greet death with the confidence her kin would still honor her. Sloan held his gaze, unfaltering as she grit her teeth. She would not crumble before him, she would not beg for his clemency.

But some things had not changed, Sloan decided eyes widening in genuine surprise as Pyralis unlocked the manacles and they clattered to the ground behind her. Harper had always underestimated her.

Unfettered to this body she could run, disappear far into the astral realm where even Harper's indentured spirits could not venture. But she knew well enough that the host she would leave behind would be powerful enough to sustain the spirit of Morwenna. No, she could not put herself first. Not when he had make the mistake of vulnerability, of trusting her after all of this time.

"You're right." Sloan's eyes fell to the stone floor as she rubbed her wrist. She let the tears that had welled roll down her cheeks as her shoulders sunk. "Forgive me, Harper." She forced the words. "I was naive to believe this would end any other way." She admitted. "I only wish I had listened then." Her eyes met his again, reflecting what could only read as true guilt. She had after all learned quite well under the tutelage of Spider. She extended a trembling gloved hand to accept his, waiting for the opening.

Harper hesitated for a moment, his eyes roving over her for any hint of deceit, a faint glint of hope smoldering behind the smug overconfidence in his eyes. He grasped her hand and pulled her to her feet and into an embrace.

Sloan pulled herself up on unsteady legs and with the briefest hesitation, returned his embrace. In truth, she hadn't expected this. She had known Harper so long and yet somehow, his mercurial nature still revealed new facets. This naivety, this foolish hope. Perhaps, once she might have pitied it. She buried her face in his shoulder and let her arms wrap around his back as she succumbed to a genuine sob.

But he was a fool to believe it was for him, for some sense of regret. As she lifted her head to catch her breathe, her eyes fell on the throne, on what remained of her comrades. Sloan had reconciled with her weakness, she had renounced him for the Divinium. She had hardened her heart against him and the others who followed him.

As her eyes rested on the mask of her predecessor, her hand drifted to Harper's shoulder for what mimicked an affectionate squeeze. "You burdens will be mine, brother." She murmured as she parted to let her other hand cup his cheek. "I will not falter in my loyalty." Her eyes softened as she looked up to him.

He would feel it first, the thrum of energy in the claws she had inherited from Lorem as it rested on his chest. In a beat change of action, her grip tightened around his arm to steady the plunge of the blades into his chest. She let the facade fall, ruthless and cold.

But they didn't strike tissue, no more than the entry through his clothes. They phased through to their query, his very essence and gripped hard as Sloan began the rip. The resistance didn't surprise her, he had always been strong willed, firm in his sense of self. Still, she put all of the force she had left within her into her attempt to withdraw and crush the soul within.

She would martyr herself if it meant removing him from the throne. She could rest easy. She only prayed the absence of the Stag meant Servo still led their remaining forces. Sloan would honor her loyalties to the very end.

Harper didn't realize that this was the victory he'd truly been waiting and craving for. He was savoring this moment when both he and Sloan stiffened, he felt himself starting to slip, he was being pulled from his body. He struggled to look at Sloan, but when he did lock eyes with her, his eyes narrowed in betrayal and surprise. "How foolish." He grunted out.

Harper knew he didn't have long, maybe a couple of seconds, five at best. He reached for the small of his back, and grasped for the small ritual blade that was mounted there. It was small, about an inch and a half in length, more importantly, coated in a strong paralytic poison. He pushed through her meddling, anger, pride and fear letting him keep Sloan at bay. "Damn you!" He screamed, startling the rest of his entourage.

He grabbed and in swift motion, more by muscle memory, drew it straight into Sloan's chest. Just below her heart, the blade too small to hit it, but close enough for the poison to enter and spread through her body quickly. He just needed to hold on for another five now.

"Foolish of you, perhaps." Sloan smirked up at him, intent to watch him fade from existence. Her expression changed, eyes widening as she felt him manage to wrest back some control. She pushed her claws deeper to compensate but he was receding fast. But she was so close. It may have been the better choice to take this moment to break away but stubborn arrogance was as much her vice as her brother's.

His entourage didn't ascend to help him, a variety of parties keenly watching for the outcome. Was it that his rule was too new, too unstable? Their loyalties too tenuous? Before it could come to question, the blade sunk to its hilt in her chest eliciting a wincing gasp as Sloan's eyes fell to where it was buried.

"We've... been here before." She retaliated by putting all of her strength into crushing the part of his that remained in her grip. The smoke like essence drift from his chest. "Haven't we?" She whispered as the poison began to take hold. It wouldn't kill him but damned if it wouldn't hurt. Perhaps, slowing him down was enough as her grip weakened enough for him to escape. She wavered on buckling knees as her consciousness wavered and she felt herself slip.

Sloan went limp, as the poison finally took hold, dragging herself and Harper to the floor. He barley managed to catch himself on his knees as he felt his sisters claws leave his chest. She must done something to his spirit because the feeling of leaving his body still persisted, he never really had to use his abilities in this manner, but, if he didn't.

*She could still win.* The thought crossed his mind, as his eyes flashed, and the smoke leaving his chest, receded back a little, before stopping completely.

He pulled the knife, and dropped it as he motioned for Pyralis to shackle her again. "Someone find Lilliana, now!" He gasped out. He couldn't let Sloan slip away, he tried reaching for her spirit, but he doubted he could.

This wasn't death but then again, would Sloan as she was be able to tell the difference. No, she still felt the draw of her corporeal body as she ascended shifting to crawl back from Harper's form that had toppled onto hers. The murky forms of the material plane shifted with the iridescent orbs of consciousness at their core. Her own lay empty beneath him but still alive. A nonlethal poison? She surmised.

Pyralis, she recognized, moved swiftly towards her and if only out of reflex she disengaged with weightless grace. Too late. She thought too soon as a familiar feeling encroached. Nononono. The chain caught her arm first, the hook at its end sinking in.

"You bastard!" She shrieked as she struggled to break it. But she could feel her will fading, too tired and too spent from their struggle. "Why won't you ever just let me go?" She forced her thoughts telepathically.

On the corporeal plane, poltergeist violence echoed her anger in a desperate lash out. The shadows which had seemed to compliment Harper encircled the pair insidiously but for whom, who could be certain. A candelabra clattered to the ground the banners through the hall blew and one ripped to land on the floor. Pyralis hesitated with the manacles as a lose mask ripped itself from the throne and sailed past her head.

Within the corporeal plane, Harper could see he had her hooked, and while the pain was debilitating, his absolute fury overruled it and he dragged her to him. Refusing to let her go. "It's because I love you!" He shouted back to her in a manic frenzy. Unsure if he said that aloud or just to her. "You are mine, my Dear Sister!" Harper's eyes aglow glared at the hesitating Pyralis, fury making them glow even brighter. "What are you waiting for you daft bastard!?" He snarled as he dragged Sloan in further." cuff her!"


A determined and resilient woman, hardened by the trials she has faced. She carries an air of authority and fearlessness which is reflected in her steely gaze. Her strength and loyalty are evident in her actions, even when facing formidable foes or dire circumstances. Despite her tough exterior, she harbors deep feelings of guilt and grief over past failures. Underneath it all, Sloan possesses an ability to manipulate emotions convincingly when required, revealing a cunning side to her personality.

Within the corporeal plane, Harper could see he had her hooked, and while the pain was debilitating, his absolute fury overruled it and he dragged her to him. Refusing to let her go. "It's because I love you!" He shouted back to her in a manic frenzy. Unsure if he said that aloud or just to her. "You are mine, my Dear Sister!" Harper's eyes aglow glared at the hesitating Pyralis, fury making them glow even brighter. "What are you waiting for you daft bastard!?" He snarled as he dragged Sloan in further." cuff her!"

"You have no right to call me that, traitor!" Sloan snarled but it was all show, she was losing footing. She staggered forward still towards her body. Its draw pulling her with its own magnetism. What been gusts was now a whirling force anything free standing ran the risk of toppling or being pitched across the room.

Pyralis caught herself with Harper's demand and mobbed forward to manacle Sloan's form. As the second shackle clicked torches and candles were snuffed, the wind died, and what little remained aloft clattered to the ground. A few uneasy beats passed as the shadows recoiled and receded. It was over, it seemed. Sloan's form lie unconscious beneath him breathing steadily, unchanged. But Harper would feel her present within.


An 11-year-old boy, who is likely in the early stages of puberty. He's noticeably shy and a bit awkward, especially when it comes to matters of sexuality. Despite his initial hesitations, he shows a great deal of curiosity and eagerness to explore new experiences with Eliza. His reactions suggest that he finds her attractive and he tends to follow her lead during their encounters. He often displays signs of nervousness but also possesses a sense of humor and openness that allows him to engage in these unusual situations with Eliza.

Sean blushed at being told he was making ''girly'' noises, but he nodded frantically when she told him to relax and enjoy it. He most definitely was doing that! He couldn't believe how this FELT! He had thought it was wonderful when she just rubbed it, but now... ooohhhh... he wasn't going to last much longer! She had told him to relax and enjoy it, and all too soon, his hips bucked a little, and with a loud groan, he unleashed what felt like a gallon of that stuff. It came flooding out of him like it was never going to stop. He hadn't had time to warn her again, but he had once, and she kept sucking so... hopefully it was OK! "Oooooh, Eliza! That feels... soooo... goood! MMmmmhhhh!"

Eliza knew Sean wouldn't last long. She knew the boy was close when he gave a few gentle thrusts. Then it happened. She felt Sean's boyhood spasm against her warm lips and felt as he emptied his load into her mouth. It seemed like he spurted 4 or 5 times and let out quite a bit, to the point where some of it leaked out of her mouth. Still, when the boy had finished with his moment of sexual ecstasy and his body had calmed, she took her mouth off of his cock.

She swished the cum around in her mouth to taste it. To her surprise, it didn't taste bitter. The taste was difficult to describe, but it was a very subtle, strange flavor unlike any food she'd ever had. His kiddiecum had a warm, thick texture and a faint hint of saltiness. She swallowed his spunk and looked at him with a mischievous smile as Sean lay there, clearly exhausted but also clearly in a state of post-orgasmic bliss.

"Sounds like my sister was right about boys liking it when girls put their mouths on their penises. You sure were moaning a lot, and you spurted out a whole bunch of that stuff into my mouth. It... it kinda tastes weird." She said as she stood up. There was a glob of Sean's cum on her cheek. Eliza reached forward and ran her hand across Sean's forehead. It felt a little clammy, like the boy had been sweating. "How're you feeling? What did it feel like inside my mouth when I sucked on it?"

Sean looked at her just as she swallowed, "Holy crap! Girls do that?" He couldn't avoid a goofy grin when she asked how it was, though. "That was awesome! It was so... soft and warm, and... wet. It's hard to describe how the suction felt, but it was great." He reached up to scoop the glob of his cum off of her cheek and held up his sticky finger between them, "Weird good, or weird bad? You gulped it down like you kinda liked it."

Eliza giggled. "I'm glad you liked it. I might play with your boy part some more tomorrow. I think I know of some other fun stuff we could do with it."

She smiled as she saw him playing with the little bit of cum on his fingers. "I mean, it wasn't bad. Try it. I kinda liked the taste." She then grabbed Sean's hand and guided it towards his mouth, hoping that he'd at least be willing to taste it himself. She hadn't minded his cum, but she wondered if he would be brave enough to actually try it for himself.

Sean looked at her with a dazed and stupid grin. More tomorrow? Knows something else to try? He was a little less enthusiastic about trying his own spunk, but it was hard to argue with the girl who just gulped it down by the mouthful. He tentatively licked it off his finger, shuddering at the taste... well, more the texture than the taste... yeah, the taste wasn't great either. "Uhhh... if you like it, I think I'll leave it for you," he admitted with a chuckle.

Eliza giggled. "Hey, at least you tried it." She shrugged. "I think part of the reason I liked it was because I knew making you let it out meant that I was making you feel good. Knowing how much you were enjoying my mouth made me want to do it. Those moans you were letting out were so cute! Hey, uh, if we're ever alone together and you want to feel good, just tell me and I'll help suck that stuff right out of you. Of course, tomorrow I'm gonna do something with you that should be even better. For now, do you want to get dressed and go home?" She asked.

Sean slowly pulled on his clothes, wondering what they'd do together that was better. "You really like doing it that much?" He knew girls were different, but actually liking that taste? Then again, people were all different. Some liked tomatoes or watermelon, and he didn't like either of those. He grinned at her, "Well... for the record, you can do that anytime you want. Even if I don't ask for it, I doubt I'll say no if you want to." Once he was dressed, he headed out, "See you tomorrow!" Wow, what a day.

"I just like having fun with you," Eliza said as she made a fist and noogied Sean's head teasingly. The next day in school, Eliza kept glancing at Sean in class, giving him teasing, flirty looks. She could tell Sean was probably thinking about what they would do later. She sat next to him for the final class of the day. "Psst! Wanna walk home together?" She whispered to him.

Sean didn't really know what to make of Eliza's new behavior. It was weird, but... he kind of liked it, too. Finally, she asked him to walk home together, and he nodded. He'd brought his skateboard as usual, but it was no big deal to just carry it home. He did wonder why she suddenly wanted to go together, though. After the last bell, he collected his things, strapped his board to his backpack, and headed outside to find her. "You ready to head out?"

"Yeah, I'm ready," Eliza said in a playful voice. She started walking home with Sean. "So today I was thinking about the kinds of things we could do together, you know, in the cellar." She giggled a little. "So you showed me what a boy's thing is like, I was wondering, have you ever seen a girl's parts before?"

Sean gulped and admitted, "Ryan Jacobs showed me a magazine he stole from his dad's trash. It had naked girls in it. I've never seen a real one, though." His heart was beating a tattoo against his chest as he pondered the question and where she might be going with this. It was one thing for her to ask to see him down there, but... was she willing to let him see her, too?

Eliza chuckled. "Somehow I'm not surprised Ryan looks like that. I'm just kind of surprised his dad still uses magazines and not the internet." She playfully gave Sean a gentle punch on the shoulder and giggled. "So when he showed you those pictures, what did you think of them? Did you like looking at naked girls?"

As they began to approach where the two of them lived, she threw in another question. "Would you like to see me naked like the girl in the magazine?" She snickered when she asked the question.

Sean shrugged, "It looked kinda old, like stuff from storage or something when they cleaned out the garage or attic." He blushed, "W-well... yeah. I mean... it was naked girls, so of course I liked it." She seemed to think about that, but her next question nearly had Sean tripping over air as he stopped to stare at her wide-eyed. With everything they'd done so far, it was always her looking at him, not the other way around. Slack jawed, he could only nod; yes indeed he would like that very much. The girls in the magazine were older and better developed, but this would be live and in person!

Eliza giggled teasingly. "I guess it's only fair. I've made you get naked several times. I guess it's only natural for you to want to see me." They made their way to where their two houses were. She gently ribbed Sean. "We didn't have any homework today. Go ahead and go into the cellar and get naked. I'll get us some food."

After a few minutes, Eliza descended down into the cellar, holding a plate with microwaved chicken nuggets and a couple of juice boxes. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light. She glanced around, knowing that if Sean had followed her directions, she'd spot a nervous, nude boy waiting for her.

They split up, and Sean breezed through his house, just long enough to drop off his stuff. No one seemed to be home, but they knew by now that if he wasn't home, then he would be with Eliza. Leaving his backpack at the foot of the stairs, they'd know he had made it home, and that was as good as leaving a note. Not that he was that concerned with it at the moment.

He headed straight to the cellar, their not-so-secret ''clubhouse'', and paused. She wanted him to go ahead and take his clothes off... while he waited for her. After that brief hesitation, he figured she'd seen him naked already, so it wasn't that big of a deal, right? He soon stripped down, and stood around awkwardly while he waited. He was oddly more nervous than getting naked in front of her.

A bolt of fear shot through him when he heard someone coming, and he figured it was not knowing who would catch him like that that had him freaking out a little. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw it was his best friend, and not someone like... her sister or something. He stood there, still awkward, for some reason embarrassed by how hard he was.

Eliza came down the stairs with a couple of turkey sandwiches on a plate. She grinned at the naked, nervous boy who was there to welcome her. "You sure follow directions well. Boys are funny like that, I guess. I guess you're motivated." She laughed.

She then stripped down to just her training bra and panties, pulling her shirt and skirt off in front of Sean. "Say, I'm a bit hungry. Let's eat first. I'll finish undressing when we're done." She said playfully. She knew Sean was eager, but she also liked making him wait.

She reached out and ran her index finger against Sean's stiff little rod. "I might have to take care of that for you when we're done eating too. It looks like you really need me to help you out down there."

Seeing her in her bra and panties wasn't all that different from seeing her in a bikini. Maybe it was just the knowledge that it was underwear instead that made it extra exciting. Or maybe it was knowing that soon, that would come off, too?

Sean groaned with disappointment at having to wait and at having to be naked while waiting. Still, he grabbed a nugget and chomped down on it. Of course, he nearly choked on it when she rubbed him with her fingertip. He cleared his throat, his voice cracked a little as he answered, "Well... that would be awesome, thanks!" He was still too embarrassed to ask her to do it, but if she volunteered, well... that was different.

As Eliza ate her sandwich, she turned and faced her back away from Sean. "Say, do me a favor and unhook my bra, would you? There's a little hook in the back." She asked playfully.

Sean popped the rest of his chicken nugget in his mouth and stepped up behind her. He shivered a little, touching her bare skin like this for the first time. It took him a few seconds to figure out the hooks, but he soon had it popped loose and dangling. He fumbled with the plate, looking for another piece of chicken, but unable to take his eyes off of her, waiting for ''the reveal''.

Eliza felt her bra loosen and reached up, grabbed it, and pulled it off, still facing away from Sean. "Whew. It's just a training bra, but bras are so stuffy," she said casually.

She then turned around and faced Sean. She had her arms in the way at first, but after looking at the wide-eyed boy for a moment, enjoying his curious expression, she lowered her arms and casually took another bite of her food. Doing this revealed two small breasts that were just barely beginning to develop.

Eliza blushed, "Sorry they're not bigger, but I, uh, I hope you like them. They should get all big and pretty someday... I hope."

Sean waited with baited breath. She turned and finally, lowered her arms. He stared in awe, with a smile on his face. He looked up to see her watching him and grinned before looking at her chest again, blindly groping for another chicken nugget. He needed to give his hands something to do since he was naked with a rock hard cock.

Shaking his head, he vehemently disagreed with her. "I love 'em! I don't care if they're small right now; I still love seeing them!" With a sigh, he looked at her in the eye, "You're beautiful."

As Eliza finished the last of her food, she blushed bright red at being called beautiful. She was quite happy Sean had said that, but it still made her blush. She stood up and took a few steps towards Sean, standing right in front of him.

"I don't know how much you know about girl's private parts or if you've even seen girl's privates before but, uh, I guess since we're so close you can see mine." She offered. "Eat that last bite of your food and then, uh, if you want to see m-my girl parts you can, umm, you can pull my panties down." She also offered.

Sean nearly choked on his eagerness, gobbling his food down so fast. Dusting his hands off, he barely finished swallowing before he knelt in front of her and took hold of the waistband over her hips.

Slowly, he pulled them down, giving her every opportunity to stop him. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her bald slit even as he pushed the ''offending'' garment down past her knees. "Woowww," he breathed in awe. He glanced up to make sure his focus on her girl parts weren't upsetting her.


A young girl of 11 years old who, while not fully matured, has started to show early signs of adolescence. She possesses a playful and mischievous personality, often teasing Sean and taking the lead in their explorations. Her open-mindedness and curiosity about sexuality are quite pronounced for her age. Despite her bold nature, she also shows moments of shyness and blushes easily when complimented or exposed. She's caring towards Sean, always considering his feelings during their encounters.

Sean blushed at being told he was making ''girly'' noises, but he nodded frantically when she told him to relax and enjoy it. He most definitely was doing that! He couldn't believe how this FELT! He had thought it was wonderful when she just rubbed it, but now... ooohhhh... he wasn't going to last much longer! She had told him to relax and enjoy it, and all too soon, his hips bucked a little, and with a loud groan, he unleashed what felt like a gallon of that stuff. It came flooding out of him like it was never going to stop. He hadn't had time to warn her again, but he had once, and she kept sucking so... hopefully it was OK! "Oooooh, Eliza! That feels... soooo... goood! MMmmmhhhh!"

Eliza knew Sean wouldn't last long. She knew the boy was close when he gave a few gentle thrusts. Then it happened. She felt Sean's boyhood spasm against her warm lips and felt as he emptied his load into her mouth. It seemed like he spurted 4 or 5 times and let out quite a bit, to the point where some of it leaked out of her mouth. Still, when the boy had finished with his moment of sexual ecstasy and his body had calmed, she took her mouth off of his cock.

She swished the cum around in her mouth to taste it. To her surprise, it didn't taste bitter. The taste was difficult to describe, but it was a very subtle, strange flavor unlike any food she'd ever had. His kiddiecum had a warm, thick texture and a faint hint of saltiness. She swallowed his spunk and looked at him with a mischievous smile as Sean lay there, clearly exhausted but also clearly in a state of post-orgasmic bliss.

"Sounds like my sister was right about boys liking it when girls put their mouths on their penises. You sure were moaning a lot, and you spurted out a whole bunch of that stuff into my mouth. It... it kinda tastes weird." She said as she stood up. There was a glob of Sean's cum on her cheek. Eliza reached forward and ran her hand across Sean's forehead. It felt a little clammy, like the boy had been sweating. "How're you feeling? What did it feel like inside my mouth when I sucked on it?"

Sean looked at her just as she swallowed, "Holy crap! Girls do that?" He couldn't avoid a goofy grin when she asked how it was, though. "That was awesome! It was so... soft and warm, and... wet. It's hard to describe how the suction felt, but it was great." He reached up to scoop the glob of his cum off of her cheek and held up his sticky finger between them, "Weird good, or weird bad? You gulped it down like you kinda liked it."

Eliza giggled. "I'm glad you liked it. I might play with your boy part some more tomorrow. I think I know of some other fun stuff we could do with it."

She smiled as she saw him playing with the little bit of cum on his fingers. "I mean, it wasn't bad. Try it. I kinda liked the taste." She then grabbed Sean's hand and guided it towards his mouth, hoping that he'd at least be willing to taste it himself. She hadn't minded his cum, but she wondered if he would be brave enough to actually try it for himself.

Sean looked at her with a dazed and stupid grin. More tomorrow? Knows something else to try? He was a little less enthusiastic about trying his own spunk, but it was hard to argue with the girl who just gulped it down by the mouthful. He tentatively licked it off his finger, shuddering at the taste... well, more the texture than the taste... yeah, the taste wasn't great either. "Uhhh... if you like it, I think I'll leave it for you," he admitted with a chuckle.

Eliza giggled. "Hey, at least you tried it." She shrugged. "I think part of the reason I liked it was because I knew making you let it out meant that I was making you feel good. Knowing how much you were enjoying my mouth made me want to do it. Those moans you were letting out were so cute! Hey, uh, if we're ever alone together and you want to feel good, just tell me and I'll help suck that stuff right out of you. Of course, tomorrow I'm gonna do something with you that should be even better. For now, do you want to get dressed and go home?" She asked.

Sean slowly pulled on his clothes, wondering what they'd do together that was better. "You really like doing it that much?" He knew girls were different, but actually liking that taste? Then again, people were all different. Some liked tomatoes or watermelon, and he didn't like either of those. He grinned at her, "Well... for the record, you can do that anytime you want. Even if I don't ask for it, I doubt I'll say no if you want to." Once he was dressed, he headed out, "See you tomorrow!" Wow, what a day.

"I just like having fun with you," Eliza said as she made a fist and noogied Sean's head teasingly. The next day in school, Eliza kept glancing at Sean in class, giving him teasing, flirty looks. She could tell Sean was probably thinking about what they would do later. She sat next to him for the final class of the day. "Psst! Wanna walk home together?" She whispered to him.

Sean didn't really know what to make of Eliza's new behavior. It was weird, but... he kind of liked it, too. Finally, she asked him to walk home together, and he nodded. He'd brought his skateboard as usual, but it was no big deal to just carry it home. He did wonder why she suddenly wanted to go together, though. After the last bell, he collected his things, strapped his board to his backpack, and headed outside to find her. "You ready to head out?"

"Yeah, I'm ready," Eliza said in a playful voice. She started walking home with Sean. "So today I was thinking about the kinds of things we could do together, you know, in the cellar." She giggled a little. "So you showed me what a boy's thing is like, I was wondering, have you ever seen a girl's parts before?"

Sean gulped and admitted, "Ryan Jacobs showed me a magazine he stole from his dad's trash. It had naked girls in it. I've never seen a real one, though." His heart was beating a tattoo against his chest as he pondered the question and where she might be going with this. It was one thing for her to ask to see him down there, but... was she willing to let him see her, too?

Eliza chuckled. "Somehow I'm not surprised Ryan looks like that. I'm just kind of surprised his dad still uses magazines and not the internet." She playfully gave Sean a gentle punch on the shoulder and giggled. "So when he showed you those pictures, what did you think of them? Did you like looking at naked girls?"

As they began to approach where the two of them lived, she threw in another question. "Would you like to see me naked like the girl in the magazine?" She snickered when she asked the question.

Sean shrugged, "It looked kinda old, like stuff from storage or something when they cleaned out the garage or attic." He blushed, "W-well... yeah. I mean... it was naked girls, so of course I liked it." She seemed to think about that, but her next question nearly had Sean tripping over air as he stopped to stare at her wide-eyed. With everything they'd done so far, it was always her looking at him, not the other way around. Slack jawed, he could only nod; yes indeed he would like that very much. The girls in the magazine were older and better developed, but this would be live and in person!

Eliza giggled teasingly. "I guess it's only fair. I've made you get naked several times. I guess it's only natural for you to want to see me." They made their way to where their two houses were. She gently ribbed Sean. "We didn't have any homework today. Go ahead and go into the cellar and get naked. I'll get us some food."

After a few minutes, Eliza descended down into the cellar, holding a plate with microwaved chicken nuggets and a couple of juice boxes. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light. She glanced around, knowing that if Sean had followed her directions, she'd spot a nervous, nude boy waiting for her.

They split up, and Sean breezed through his house, just long enough to drop off his stuff. No one seemed to be home, but they knew by now that if he wasn't home, then he would be with Eliza. Leaving his backpack at the foot of the stairs, they'd know he had made it home, and that was as good as leaving a note. Not that he was that concerned with it at the moment.

He headed straight to the cellar, their not-so-secret ''clubhouse'', and paused. She wanted him to go ahead and take his clothes off... while he waited for her. After that brief hesitation, he figured she'd seen him naked already, so it wasn't that big of a deal, right? He soon stripped down, and stood around awkwardly while he waited. He was oddly more nervous than getting naked in front of her.

A bolt of fear shot through him when he heard someone coming, and he figured it was not knowing who would catch him like that that had him freaking out a little. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw it was his best friend, and not someone like... her sister or something. He stood there, still awkward, for some reason embarrassed by how hard he was.

Eliza came down the stairs with a couple of turkey sandwiches on a plate. She grinned at the naked, nervous boy who was there to welcome her. "You sure follow directions well. Boys are funny like that, I guess. I guess you're motivated." She laughed.

She then stripped down to just her training bra and panties, pulling her shirt and skirt off in front of Sean. "Say, I'm a bit hungry. Let's eat first. I'll finish undressing when we're done." She said playfully. She knew Sean was eager, but she also liked making him wait.

She reached out and ran her index finger against Sean's stiff little rod. "I might have to take care of that for you when we're done eating too. It looks like you really need me to help you out down there."

Seeing her in her bra and panties wasn't all that different from seeing her in a bikini. Maybe it was just the knowledge that it was underwear instead that made it extra exciting. Or maybe it was knowing that soon, that would come off, too?

Sean groaned with disappointment at having to wait and at having to be naked while waiting. Still, he grabbed a nugget and chomped down on it. Of course, he nearly choked on it when she rubbed him with her fingertip. He cleared his throat, his voice cracked a little as he answered, "Well... that would be awesome, thanks!" He was still too embarrassed to ask her to do it, but if she volunteered, well... that was different.

As Eliza ate her sandwich, she turned and faced her back away from Sean. "Say, do me a favor and unhook my bra, would you? There's a little hook in the back." She asked playfully.

Sean popped the rest of his chicken nugget in his mouth and stepped up behind her. He shivered a little, touching her bare skin like this for the first time. It took him a few seconds to figure out the hooks, but he soon had it popped loose and dangling. He fumbled with the plate, looking for another piece of chicken, but unable to take his eyes off of her, waiting for ''the reveal''.

Eliza felt her bra loosen and reached up, grabbed it, and pulled it off, still facing away from Sean. "Whew. It's just a training bra, but bras are so stuffy," she said casually.

She then turned around and faced Sean. She had her arms in the way at first, but after looking at the wide-eyed boy for a moment, enjoying his curious expression, she lowered her arms and casually took another bite of her food. Doing this revealed two small breasts that were just barely beginning to develop.

Eliza blushed, "Sorry they're not bigger, but I, uh, I hope you like them. They should get all big and pretty someday... I hope."

Sean waited with baited breath. She turned and finally, lowered her arms. He stared in awe, with a smile on his face. He looked up to see her watching him and grinned before looking at her chest again, blindly groping for another chicken nugget. He needed to give his hands something to do since he was naked with a rock hard cock.

Shaking his head, he vehemently disagreed with her. "I love 'em! I don't care if they're small right now; I still love seeing them!" With a sigh, he looked at her in the eye, "You're beautiful."

As Eliza finished the last of her food, she blushed bright red at being called beautiful. She was quite happy Sean had said that, but it still made her blush. She stood up and took a few steps towards Sean, standing right in front of him.

"I don't know how much you know about girl's private parts or if you've even seen girl's privates before but, uh, I guess since we're so close you can see mine." She offered. "Eat that last bite of your food and then, uh, if you want to see m-my girl parts you can, umm, you can pull my panties down." She also offered.

Sean nearly choked on his eagerness, gobbling his food down so fast. Dusting his hands off, he barely finished swallowing before he knelt in front of her and took hold of the waistband over her hips.

Slowly, he pulled them down, giving her every opportunity to stop him. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her bald slit even as he pushed the ''offending'' garment down past her knees. "Woowww," he breathed in awe. He glanced up to make sure his focus on her girl parts weren't upsetting her.

Eliza blushed beat red but stepped back. Squatting on the hard, cold floor, she spread herself open, making certain Sean could see her clearly. "These lip-y things are called ''labia'', I think and, uh... She began to point out things."

"This tiny little hole is my pee hole. I, uh, it's why girls have to sit when they pee." She explained. "This bigger hole is my v-vagina. It's where I'll have babies from someday, hopefully." She said, not yet ready to state the other use for that orifice.

"Then this little bumpy spot is, uh, it's my feel-good bump. Sometimes I touch it to feel good, kinda like how I can touch your stiff thing to make it feel good, but, uh, it's very sensitive, so we can't be too rough." She explained.

"Do you want to touch it?" She offered. "Don't put your finger inside the vagina part though. I'm not ready for that, but, uh, I would let you touch the rest of it. Then there's an idea I had on how we could both feel good."


A smaller, submissive individual with an attractive and delicate appearance. He has pretty hands, pale skin, and clothes that are loose on him. His personality is initially hesitant and unsure, yet he finds himself irresistibly drawn into the situation. Despite his confusion, there's an underlying desire for pleasure and submission within him. He is innocent and naive about his own responses to Lexander's actions.

Edonilhad was moaning loudly, his eyes only open to slits as that blessed feeding had him grow weak... though not in the way a human would have... no... this was the trembling of one caught in the throes of ecstasy. His heart was racing and his clothes felt like they were suddenly much to tight despite how loose they were... every brush against the skin reminded him of just how much he was covered... how little the one holding him could actually touch of his skin... and how desperately he wanted to feel those hands running over every inch... He pressed his hips against Lexander's as if pleading with his movements.

"Ahh..." He gasped as the other ended the bite and he was left at the heights of pleasure... and he shook his head... though he no longer knew if it was in an effort to clear it or to beg that Lexander not stop... his morals.. those warnings that went off in his head silenced... He didn't just want more... he needed it.

"P-please..." He murmured softly... "Do it again..." begging for Lexander to return to feeding... not even sure himself why... but knowing he had to have it... whatever 'it' was...

Lexander frowned and grabbed the male's face again. He growled deeply and showed his fangs. "I do not know what you are, but I can see we are going to have a lot of fun." He moaned slightly and roughly released the male's face. "Bed... now." He demanded once again. "You will not get the bite if you do not obey and do what I require of you." He threatened. He smirked a little and turned his back to walk towards the closet. Oh, the fun indeed he was going to have with this male. The bite always usually gave pleasure to his victims but not like Edonilhad was experiencing.

He opened the closet door to reveal an arsenal of devices that promised many sexual tortures. For now, he would go easy on the male. He grabbed rope made of silk from the closet and closed the door. After all, you had to show your possessions the pleasure they could receive if they behaved.

He shrank back... that small feeling of insecurity causing him to question the sanity of asking... but he swallowed hard as he was released... those cheeks a pale pink blush from having acted the way he had... and he moved towards the bed... He was still not sure why he was doing so... but the feeling of that bite was echoing loudly in his mind and keeping him from fighting the urge... it was just a bite... and those fangs looked frightening... but surely he couldn't end up dead from a bite... why was it so important to him now though? He knew if asked only an hour ago he would have thought the person asking needed some form of mental help...

He didn't lay down, though, rather he simply sat on the edge, eyes on his lap as he questioned himself and what was happening to him... he even lifted one of those pretty hands and swept it up through his hair, giving easy view to the one behind him of that pale neck and the vein beneath without even realizing how much it called to Lexander... that the other might want it as much as he did. His hips moved uncomfortably on the bed, that throbbing length between his legs making normal thought not easy to come by...

Lexander turned to look at Edonilhad just sitting there so perfect on the bed. Then he moved his hair from his neck revealing the key to the sweet blood of life. The blood flow to his member below was making it really hard to concentrate on keeping his composure. The bloodlust was making is very sharp fangs throb with pain as they wanted to be buried deep into Little Lamb's neck. He shook his head and quickly moved to suddenly be in front of Edonilhad. He grinned and swiftly wrapped the silk material around each of his wrists. He swiftly moved to roughly drag Edonilhad up the bed. He tied the two ropes on each post tightly and chuckled.

He smirked and moved to do the same with his feet. "Now what should I do with you, hmm? I could bite you here or..." He kissed from the neck down to his chest.

Edonilhad was not expecting such swift movement from the other, so when he suddenly appeared in front, the smaller male nearly jumped and did let out a small surprised sound, nearly falling back... only to be stunned into struggling again as Lexander bound each of his wrists and dragged him up the bed to be tied to the headboard... "What are you...?" But he didn't get more than that out before he was feeling his ankles tugged into place... he was still dressed, however... and as Leg began to tease his flesh he continued to fight... that cloth both a blessing and a curse when it came to the growing desires he felt.

"M-my... my name... is... Edonilhad..." He stumbled through the light and nigh adorable protest... likely the least authoritative reply he could give towards finding himself tormented... and that trail of kisses left what felt like a trail of fire as his blood continued to stir from the desire to be bitten... to be touched and used... even as he pulled on those silk bindings he wanted to feel more...

Lexander caught the neck of his shirt with his teeth and growled lowly as he ripped the material from Edonilhad's body. "Now that is out of the way." He purred and touched the soft pale skin with his lips, kissing slowly all over the male's chest. "I am the thing of nightmares, Little Lamb. What do you think I am? Think HARD about it." He emphasized the word hard as his other hand seemed to find the bulge in the male's pants. He smirked and teasingly rubbed it as he continued kiss soft kisses along his chest.

He grinned. "No your name when you are with me is Little Lamb, understood?" He growled as he nipped his chest a little roughly, but not piercing the skin. He licked his lips slowly and took a finger from his other hand, running it down from where his lips previously bit, following the vein down to the perfect place on his chest. "You want me to bite you again yes? Then tell me what I am." He growled when he roughly gripped the bulge in his hand.

Edonilhad let out a cry as that shirt was torn open and thicker, more needy moans as his flesh was covered by those kisses, making him writhe and pull at those silk bindings. His mind spun as those words came... he knew... deep down... he knew... he just did not want to admit to it... such things did not... could not... exist... could they?

He whimpered as that hand caressed his throbbing cock... his hips lifted off the bed and pressed into that hand... "Ahhh... nn... can't..." His voice shook... "Don't... exist..." if only he realized his kind were a much less remembered mythos... that even vampires questioned if they had ever been real...

He shook his head, no... he couldn't just accept such a name... it made him feel small... pitiful even... but those fingers.. that mouth... another whimper escaped as Lexander traced to the perfect spot... and tormented him with the echo if his desires... "I... you can't... b-be... vampires... are... are just..." He struggled with the thought... but he knew... he truly knew...


A dominant figure, exuding an aura of power and authority. He's tall and muscular. He possesses sharp fangs, hinting at a vampire-like nature. Lexander takes pleasure in control and derives satisfaction from the submission of others. His personality leans toward the sadistic side, relishing in the anticipation and fear of his partners. He's also cunning and manipulative, using both threats and promises to get what he wants.

Edonilhad let out a cry as that shirt was torn open and thicker, more needy moans as his flesh was covered by those kisses, making him writhe and pull at those silk bindings. His mind spun as those words came... he knew... deep down... he knew... he just did not want to admit to it... such things did not... could not... exist... could they?

He whimpered as that hand caressed his throbbing cock... his hips lifted off the bed and pressed into that hand... "Ahhh... nn... can't..." His voice shook... "Don't... exist..." if only he realized his kind were a much less remembered mythos... that even vampires questioned if they had ever been real...

He shook his head, no... he couldn't just accept such a name... it made him feel small... pitiful even... but those fingers.. that mouth... another whimper escaped as Lexander traced to the perfect spot... and tormented him with the echo if his desires... "I... you can't... b-be... vampires... are... are just..." He struggled with the thought... but he knew... he truly knew...

Lexander growled lowly when his command was not obeyed fully. He nipped Edonilhad's chest again and rougher this time. Then he moved away completely. Not touching the male at all to see how he squirmed and begged for him to come back to him. "Tell me or you will remain as you are." He growled lowly, flashing his fangs.

He licked the sharp edge of his fang and sighed as he wanted, repositioning his own erection from discomfort. "Say what I am and tell me your name." He demanded with a growl. He moved to where Edonilhad could see him and his massive bulge to entice the male even more.