A professional lingerie model, known for her stunning looks and attractive physique. She maintains her body in excellent shape, with a tight abdomen and large breasts that she attributes to genetics. In her thirties, she still exudes youthful allure with her well-cared-for skin and clean-shaven body. Beyond physical attractiveness, Irene also has a strong personality; she is blunt and direct in her communication. She sets clear boundaries while also being open about her desires. Despite having encountered many unsatisfactory partners before, she shows patience and understanding towards Taylor, guiding him through their intimate encounter. Her contemplative nature hints at an underlying depth of character as she considers the future possibilities for their relationship after their initial encounter.

Irene looked at him, she couldn't believe how much he had changed since he first walked through her door. "None of this goes back to your mother, I don't want her thinking I'm trying to use you or something." She said as she watched him carefully his attitude was completely new. " Yes, exclusive, monogamous, only me. Understood?" She asked as she uncrossed her legs allowing more room for her to sit on the bed.

"Um, okay is the response. Are you sure you have done this before? You aren't one of those people who talk the big talk but don't walk the walk right. Because your handsome don't get me wrong but I don't think in any right universe I should be your first and only, you know what I mean?" She may have rambled a little but the one thing with Irene was she was blunt and straight to the point.

Taylor's eyes gandered as her legs uncrossed. His mind leapt and bounded as if he was winning the lottery. He had been with a quite a few girls but none nearly as attractive as this woman. His mind bounced the word around. Monogamous. It was like gibberish at this point. Then came the "Only me" suddenly it clicked and he about came out of his skin with excitement his face light up like a Christmas tree. This was actually happening he was about to have sex with a professional lingerie model. This was a fear many men dreamt of but he was lucky enough to live it.

Her next response shook him a bit. Of course she wasn't his first, his first model yes, but not his first time having sex. "N... N..." he stopped himself and cleared his throat. "No... I have been with a few girls but none like... like uh... well, you." He responded slowly but clearly.

Irene looked at him. "I will admit I have certain kinks and things I would like to do with you as well, right now I just need you using that." She said point blank looking at his crotch before looking up at him. "On me. I'm not really thinking here in your bed, even though it's tempting. I have a perfectly good bedroom." With that she leaned in and kissed him, her warms lips on his and not a formal kiss one that was long and extended and filled with lust.

She then stood up and held onto him, "Come with me." She said as she backed up and walked towards her room. "With a dress I'm swift on removing clothes." She said in a sing-song voice behind her. She was waiting for him and was she excited to be with someone who actually seemed like he could give her a good time, compared to the sleazeballs she had previously wasted time on.

When she looked down and then back to him, Taylor nearly melted in her hands. Her kiss sealed the deal in his mind. It was long,warm, and full of passion. He returned the kiss and stood with her as she held onto him. He could feel his dick pressing against his jeans waiting to be unleashed. He was about average, a nice six inches most girls were satisfied with it. He had no idea what he was walking into with this woman though. He followed her into the hall as if mesmerized by every word that came out of her pretty mouth.

His arousal was peaking. He throbbed against his jeans when they entered her room. He followed her inside and stood at the foot of her bed.He felt like he had blinders on not a single aspect of her room registered in his mind it was like it was all a blur. His hands moved to undo his belt but he kept fumbling with it. His nervousness ruled over his swave and collected side. "I can't seem to..." he added as he fumbled with the square buckle on the nylon belt. He cursed himself in his head for not wearing a traditional leather belt. His anticipation made him just want to cut the damned thing off. Why wouldn't his hands work?

Irene looked at him her body was feeling the coiling heat starting to begin. She watched as he fumbled with his jeans and the belt. She moved closer to him and looked up at him. She quickly undid the buckle and wanted to chuckle with her nerves. She moved her hand and gripped his chin, forcing him to look at her.

"I'm not going anywhere, nor are you. This doesn't need to be rushed. Your lust is written all over your face and I see your bulge. I know you want it. My offer isn't closing if you don't hurry. So take your time. Enjoy the moment. 10 seconds ago you couldn't even look at me. So take your time to look now." She said as she pulled off her dress and let herself sit in the lace purple bra and panties. "Now come over here and undress the rest of me. I want you to see everything but actually see."

This was something she knew he needed work on. Maybe she could teach him a lot about women. He seemed like the type who needed all the help, and she might just be his saving grace.

Taylor almost didn't notice that she had stepped in front of him. Her hands reaching down to remove his belt, she moved gracefully and in a fraction a second his belt was undone. He felt her hand grab his chin once again. His eyes met hers as he now listened to everything she had to say. He nodded slowly as he watched her back up and remove her dress revealing her matching lingerie. He heart thumped loudly as he now looked her up and down taking her in like she told him. He took a deep breath and removed his shirt before he walked over to where she sat. She looked like she had just come to life off of one of the magazines. He still didn't believe this was really happening.

Standing in front of her he leaned toward her and used his hands to unclasp her bra. At first fumbling with the clasp before he stopped himself and took a breath and then easily removed the garment revealing her perfectly shaped breasts. He could still feel his nervousness but he felt a bit more in control now. He marveled for a moment before he dropped the bra to the ground and knelt before her. A French Lingerie model sat before him wearing nothing but a pair of panties. The argument from earlier that day fell by the wayside. As he know reached his hand onto her hips to remove the final article of clothing. Her skin was soft and well cared for he could smell her perfume as he moved closer to her now that he'd calmed himself.

She truly was stunning and was of course everything he'd fantasized about. With one smooth pull he removed her panties finally showing her full nakedness. She was smooth everywhere and he couldn't get the feeling of her silky skin out of his mind. "You're, wow!" He added as he marveled at the woman before him.

Irene watched him as he walked over to her and began to unclasp her bra. He fiddled with it just as nervously as he had with his belt. Her eyes watched his keeping an eye on how he revealed her double-D breasts. He seemed in awe by it all. She had always been bigger chested and it seemed to be genetics as her mother had them as well. She watched him as he went to her hips and pulled down her panties.

He seemed surprised by how she looked underneath. She gently went and grabbed his hand moving it to cup her sex. "This is what you have done to me." She looked at him as she helped remove his shirt. With that she went on the bed and spread her legs. "I'm assuming you know what to do? You are clean?" She asked him knowing that she was and that she was on birth control preventing anything to occur. Though maybe one day.

But he was a young lad and even though a prospect of a future she wanted to make sure he actually wanted this. "Everything you envisioned when you masturbated to my images?"

She felt warm and wet in Taylor's hand. She took him by surprise when she placed his hand on her. He finally settled in while she laid down on the bed. Her legs spread open inviting him in. He stepped toward her he started yo in button his jeans while she spoke to him. "I am in fact clean, I've actually only ever had sex with a condom, so this will be a bit different." He added as he stepped out of his jeans. His shoes slipped off along with them. He finally took off his socks and took a deep breath as he removed the pair of black boxers he wore. His cock had sprung free immediately and stood at attention in front of him.

His mind raced hoping he would be able to keep up with this woman and not blow his shot. He nodded when she asked if she was everything he'd imagined "Everything and more." He added as his hand wrapped around the base of his cock as he stepped toward Irene. He lifted her right leg and knelt onto her bed with his left knee he placed her leg overtop of his allowing her to curl it around his back. He lined himself up with her and looked up to see her expression. Looking to see if she did in fact give him the green light.

Irene couldn't help but look at him. It had gone a lot faster than she had imagined. She did know it might not be hard but when she asked him if he knew who she was she enjoyed seeing the same look most did when she asked. To embarrassed to say anything as they fantasized about her. What wasn't there to like even being a bit older in her thirties she in fact kept in good shape. Her abdomen tight and fit, her breasts still were perky and with a clean-shaven and very moist pussy at the moment she indeed felt younger than the number.

She watched as he went on his knees and listed her leg as she curled it around her. She leaned her head up, wrapping her arm around his neck and gave him a kiss before leaning near his ear. "Fuck me, and fuck me good." She said before kissing his earlobe giving it a small pull with her teeth before giving his neck warm and soft kisses.

A cold chill ran down Taylor's spine as he looked Irene over. His cock ready to pounce at a moments notice. He felt he pull him down and salesman into his ear. He teeth pulling at his earlobe he pushed himself forward inside of her. He could now really appreciate just how wet she was as he felt he warmth wrap around his cock. Her legs pulled him tightly toward her. He could feel her satin skin pressing against him while he began to move in and out of her. His hips slowly pulled out and then pushed forward. She felt so good, she felt better than anything else he'd had.

As he pumped himself in and out of her he picked up his pace. His mind in a pure state of bliss. All of his fantasies were culminating into this moment. Everything he has fantasized up till now has become completely true and her body was so much nicer naked his hips thrusted harder causing her beast to bounce a bit as he fucked her. He was feeling on top of the world.

Irene watched as he moved himself in between her legs and felt him move in. As he sunk into her a small gasp fell from her lips, it felt like heaven to be filled and then he started to push in and out the feeling was powerful and she felt herself moaning and groaning. "Taylor!" His name was spoken so easily as she continued to feel him passionately with her. As he felt his hands touch her body she leaned up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I'm close." She muttered under a breath that was having a hard time. She felt her head lean closer to his neck and she held on to him like she would fall over if she didn't his touch made her realize how soft his skin was compared to most men who worked and such. Hands like a woman. She thought as her brain was not getting too distracted with each movement.

Her arms around Taylor's neck brought him closer and even more so when she confirmed she was close. With each thrust he grew closer and closer afterwards until he was on the edge. "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum." He told her as he continued to thrust hard into her. He hoped she was going to cum with him but he was closing faster and faster on his climax. Suddenly he moaned as he erupted inside of her feeling himself throb inside of her without condom was an amazing feeling. A feeling he hadn't felt yet until now.

He rolled off to beside her his cock exiting her in doing so. He laid on his back beside her now his breathing slightly labored from his orgasm. "That was amazing." He told her as he looked up at the ceiling and then over to her. "What did you think?" he asked as he looked her naked body over once again.

Irene watched him and leaned closer to him, her breath becoming heavy and uneasy as it began to come at a faster pace. She held on and leaned her head against him giving kisses to his neck and letting her breath come as it did. She heard his words and knew she was close as well and she did if not exactly with him but in the close moments.

Her moans became loud and frequent her breathing began to slowly calm as he rolled off her and she looked up at the ceiling. She tried to relax her heartbeat for a moment and smiled at him. "I am glad it was amazing for you. I loved it." She said looking towards him for a moment before looking up gently. She was a woman after all and she did get emotionally attached to things easily but what happened between them was powerful.

"I told you we had something in common. We have this and a lot more that can happen." She said looking at him for a moment as she propped her head onto the palm of her hand. "Something like what you fantasized about when you fucked yourself in your bathroom or under the sheets whatever you did?" She asked knowing very well how many people looked at her image and did things to themselves with her in mind. She knew it and it sometimes was an incredible sense of power, but at other times made her feel dirty for what she did.

Her moans echoed in Taylor's mind, in his peripheral he could see her chest move like his was. They'd climaxed together, and both now laid side by side catching their breath. Hearing that she loved it was achievement enough for him. He had done his job and he was thankful he didn't mess it up. The feeling of their skin against each other replayed in his head. Even he had to admit his skin was a bit feminine itself but the feeling of then together was unforgettable. He looked to her and watched as she rolled to her side. He followed in suit and used his elbow to keep himself up. She truly was a dream he hair fell perfectly cascading down onto her bed. This would be an experience he never would forget.

"Yeah, we definitely do have something in common." He added with a cheeky grin. Her next question made him nod thinking about the fantasies he had with her. All the years of fantasizing about the woman on the page and now he finally got the chance to fuck the woman on the page. "Yeah that was definitely a fantasy fulfilled." He told her acknowledging her question. He could feel his eyes begin to close. Tired after the flight and everything it finally culminated and now he felt himself begin to doze off.

Irene watched him, her eyes not moving from his. She smiled when he agreed to having something in common. She laid comfortable on the bed and watched as he began to doze to sleep. He was a sweet lad and she knew this wasn't just a fuck and done, he had a lot of learning to do. It was early for her and seeing him sleep she smiled softly. Standing to her feet she wrapped a blanket over him and got dressed with her silk night coat on.

There was no need to get further dressed as it was just them two and he had seen her naked. She walked downstairs and grabbed some food, she liked knowing that he was in her room. Something perfect about him was he did himself well, his attitude had to be adjusted. She needed him to understand women more and with that her brain clicked an idea. Sissy. It was something she had heard much of but never did much research. She would have to learn how and to introduce him to it, if not force him in a way that he loves it himself.


A young man who, despite his initial nervousness in intimate situations, possesses an underlying excitement and eagerness to explore. He is characterized by his soft skin, which has been compared to that of a woman's. His physical attractiveness is evident from Irene's comments about him being handsome. Despite the youthful innocence that can sometimes lead him to fumble under pressure, he demonstrates adaptability and learning potential in new experiences. While he has been with several girls before Irene, it's clear that none have left as strong an impression on him as she has. He also shows signs of being considerate and communicative, as seen when he ensures Irene was comfortable during their encounter.

Irene watched him, her eyes not moving from his. She smiled when he agreed to having something in common. She laid comfortable on the bed and watched as he began to doze to sleep. He was a sweet lad and she knew this wasn't just a fuck and done, he had a lot of learning to do. It was early for her and seeing him sleep she smiled softly. Standing to her feet she wrapped a blanket over him and got dressed with her silk night coat on.

There was no need to get further dressed as it was just them two and he had seen her naked. She walked downstairs and grabbed some food, she liked knowing that he was in her room. Something perfect about him was he did himself well, his attitude had to be adjusted. She needed him to understand women more and with that her brain clicked an idea. Sissy. It was something she had heard much of but never did much research. She would have to learn how and to introduce him to it, if not force him in a way that he loves it himself.

A deep rest rolled onto Taylor. His body felt relaxed and peaceful as he rested. Her bed cradled his body perfectly where he had lay. For what seemed like seconds of darkness he eventually opened his eyes. He looked down to see her blanket covering him. He smiled as he sat up and wiped his eyes. He looked to his left and checked the clock. Three hours since he first arrived. He curled his toes on the floor and took a deep breath in as he stood up. The blanket fell to his feet which he stepped over and out toward the hall.

As he made his way down the stairs he looked around the house "Irene?" He called out as he walked to the living room. He approached the couch and picked up to television remote and turned the TV on. "I'm gonna be in the living room." He called out as he took a seat on the couch. He then continued to flip through the channels naked on the couch.


A caring and emotional woman who values her relationship with Alec. She works in a nurturing profession, tending to babies and helping new mothers. Although she struggles with the challenges of their situation, she is willing to open up about her feelings and seeks ways to improve their relationship. Simone seems to have a gentle demeanor but also demonstrates determination in both her personal and professional life.

Simone couldn't sit anymore. Simone stood up and crossed their small kitchen to the cabinet over the stove. She could barely reach it, but she reached in for the bottle of tequila she had kept hidden in the back behind the canisters of rice, sugar, and other bulk items. She reached in another cabinet and pulled out a small glass pouring herself a shot, she threw it back like nothing before continuing. "Look I think I still love you, or at least I have very strong feelings for you still, but since you have came back, you don't understand how hard it's been.

When you were away I couldn't wait to see your face, I missed you being here every night holding me, making me laugh, showering with you, I missed it all," tears dripped down her face as she thought about the things she was going to say to Alec. "It was suppose to get easier when you came back, but it's not. Look around we're still struggling, now I have two mouths to feed, and I can't even help you with your nightmares. It's just too much," she poured herself another glass. She wiped the hot tears on her cheek. "I'm sorry if I hurt you, but I do care, no matter how mad I seam," she whispered at the end.

Alec watched her then the moment she started to speak he tried to swallow what she was saying. She thought she still loved him... strong feelings... the words stung him deep. She wasn't one to drink much and the fact she downed a shot and had another poured spoke enough to him within itself. He normally would go to her comfort her. He didn't know what to do. He felt like him coming home just made it all worse. He kind of felt as if he should have died on his deployment.

He got up slamming the chair against the table a little. "Sorry... I guess I should have just died over there and made all this easier for you. You don't think I don't know how hard it's been? You think I don't pay attention to the bills? Or see you crying? Not to mention the fact its been months since we've touched. You kill yourself at work and come home to deal with me... I get I'm not easy to be around. YOU don't understand the hell I went through to get back to you. Things I did... things I saw..." He shook his head.

He closed his eyes and sighed. "Where do we go from here? If anywhere?" He wanted so badly to tell her he was sorry and he would be a better husband. But he didn't know how. "Simone... I love you... being deployed hasn't changed that... I don't know if anything will." He stepped towards her and grabbed the shot glass moving it away. His eyes met hers. "Tell me we can figure this out."

Simone felt bad she hadn't meant to say things the way she did, but she had held it in for too long. Alec never raised his voice at Simone, hearing his anger made her shake no other. It scared her to hear him be so loud, it certainly kept her shaky hands from filling up another glass, she stopped and listen to him, he had done that for her, and that was the least she could have done for him. She couldn't meet his eyes," I didn't mean to hurt you, and I do need you around. I want to make things better, More like how they use to be for us. When every thing seemed perfect," she was unsure of how to go about it. She didn't want to set him off about it again.

"You have to understand my day is spent fixing people every day. Fixing their aches and their pain. When you have nightmares, I feel so helpless, and you never talk about it. Have you ever thought that maybe if you talked about to me that maybe you wouldn't have them anymore. I mean maybe that's where need to start with our individual problems," she pushed the bottle away from her. Laughing to herself," I nominate you to go first. Then you can choose what you want me to talk about. I mean it sounds fair," or at least it had when she thought of it.

Alec stopped and sighed. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to get so loud." He kissed her shoulder. "Babe... you don't want to hear about my nightmares..." His tone changed the minute he started to speak of them. "I understand what you mean about being helpless..." He stared at the floor a moment. "If I knew how to have you help I would. I just don't want to put you through the crap I saw, heard or did." He ran his and hand through his hair and his eyes didn't move from the same spot they were fixed on. Anyone could see the pain and torture behind his eyes. She was probably right though. He just didn't know how to let him in.

"I guess I can at least let you sit with me after one wakes me... it's just that I don't want to wake you when you have work... tell me about... I don't know... work?" He wasn't sure what she wasn't being open to him about. She never kept anything from him

It was like hitting a brick wall, Simone put herself out there and Alec still didn't react to her wanting to help him, and to help the relationship. She decided to not press it. She had her touchy spots too, so she wouldn't poke at his. He wanted to know about work. She smirked. Its not like Simone had this interesting job, she worked the day shift. There were the occasional crazies who came in and caused problems for them. " Now that I got the new position I work with babies all day, changing them, bathing them, showing the mothers how to breast feed. Its definitely rewarding. I mean the only time it will get bad if it ever did, is if I lose one. Which I hope doesn't happen soon, but what do you do..."

Everything kinda hung in the air then. Turning around she hugged him for a moment. Sure he hadn't opened up like she had like, but she would accept that for now. " I want this to work, but if your going to be making money please be careful. I was thinking of all the ways you could get that money, couldn't think of one. Despite what you think I do care, so please if you love me be careful," she hugged him again but this time she just stayed there. Simone just stood there her arms around his waist and her head on his chest.

Alec's eyes closed tight as she wrapped her arms around him. His arms did the same around her and he held her close. He took in her scent and honestly wanted to hang on this moment forever. It had been so long since they've been this close. He kissed her forehead when she mentioned hoping she didn't lose a baby. He knew that would crush her and he kind of knew how that felt. He was in charge of guys in his unit when they were deployed and if anything happened to them it took a toll on him he couldn't describe.

When she hugged him again and told him to be careful it brought flash backs from when he was going to leave her for his deployment. He then placed his hands on her neck as he had always done and told her he would come back to her. He saw that all play out in his head. He looked at her and did the same this time as they stood in the kitchen.

With his hands on her neck, "Babe... I fought my way back to you cause I kept you a promise. I'm not gonna do something stupid and leave you alone now that I'm back. I worked too hard to get here. Too much sweat and blood... If I love you? Simone I've been in love with you since the day I saw you. The distance the war... everything just made that stronger. We can get through this. I know it." He then did something he couldn't remember in how long, and kissed her soft and deeply.

Simone sighed to herself relief washed over her feeling his arms make their way around her. All her shakiness was gone, and now she was calm. Her ears perked up slightly at his words. It was a good thing to hear some mutual feelings between them. He loved her, and she wasn't sure of how deep her feelings were for him. Deep down though she knew she would need him, he was part of the reason she had worked as hard as she did.

"I'm glad to know were on the same page with all her emotions," she rubbed her tear covered face with his shirt," thank you for letting me blubber all over your shirt like that," she wiped the tear stains till they made her cheeks red. Simone pulled away from his grasp. It had been awhile since they've been that close to each other, and it was a little awkward for her. She hated that she was about to admit it to him, but in a soft voice she whispered to him," it was nice having your arms around me like that," she smiled slightly


A military veteran who has recently returned from deployment, which suggests a disciplined and resilient personality. He struggles with nightmares related to his experiences but is hesitant to share these feelings with Simone. Despite this reluctance, he genuinely loves and cares for her. His protective nature extends to both his personal life and his role in the military, where he was responsible for other soldiers in his unit.

Alec's eyes closed tight as she wrapped her arms around him. His arms did the same around her and he held her close. He took in her scent and honestly wanted to hang on this moment forever. It had been so long since they've been this close. He kissed her forehead when she mentioned hoping she didn't lose a baby. He knew that would crush her and he kind of knew how that felt. He was in charge of guys in his unit when they were deployed and if anything happened to them it took a toll on him he couldn't describe.

When she hugged him again and told him to be careful it brought flash backs from when he was going to leave her for his deployment. He then placed his hands on her neck as he had always done and told her he would come back to her. He saw that all play out in his head. He looked at her and did the same this time as they stood in the kitchen.

With his hands on her neck, "Babe... I fought my way back to you cause I kept you a promise. I'm not gonna do something stupid and leave you alone now that I'm back. I worked too hard to get here. Too much sweat and blood... If I love you? Simone I've been in love with you since the day I saw you. The distance the war... everything just made that stronger. We can get through this. I know it." He then did something he couldn't remember in how long, and kissed her soft and deeply.


An elf princess with soft white hair and silver eyes, suggesting a sense of nobility. Her body is smooth and blemish-free, indicating meticulous self-care. She possesses a defiant personality, refusing to submit even in the face of adversity. Despite her royal status, she displays a strong will and determination, continuously struggling against her captors. However, beneath her stubborn exterior lies vulnerability and fear as she finds herself in unfamiliar circumstances.

Luna looked up to see the human man by the desk, seeming to be writing something onto some parchment. She felt wary as he said her name and started to approach her, his words and welcoming tone catching her off guard. She had thought they would be odd with how his crew was made up of all different races but she had thought most pirates, especially Captain's, were hard and unrelenting leaders. She was surprised as he helped her stand up, still uneasy and narrowing her eyes and tensing as he locked a collar around her neck. She was angry that he had just collared her like some beast or pet, pulling against the ropes on her wrists as he removed the rest of the rope except for that. She needed to find a way out of there and off of that ship, wanting to go back home where it was safe and predictable.

"L-Let me go and take this disgusting collar off of me! Just what the hell are you wanting?!" She said with an angry tone as she glared to him, not happy at all with this situation. She could feel the collar suppressing her magic to where she couldn't use it, also feeling weaker from the loss of that ability. She pulled against the rope at her wrists, knowing she couldn't break it but trying to loosen it if at all possible to try and slip out of the bonds at some point. "You know I'm a Princess so what is it you want? Gold? Jewels? Whatever it is my father will pay it," she said as she took a step back from him, some of her white hair falling into her eyes that showed her uneasiness and distrust. She thought the pirates wanted her for ransom, wanted more money like most greedy pirates and would release her back home if that was true. At least she hoped that was what they wanted, not knowing what other use he could have for her as she wasn't a strong fighter or knowledgeable about any cleaning duties of a ship.

"Easy now, your majesty." He chuckled, sending her a boyish smirk. "I am captain Artemis, and I've been contracted to kidnap you and hold you for an uncertain amount of time. We've been promised a lot of gold for that job, and I'm not one to go back on my word, so, here you shall remain." He sat down on the bed, grabbing her arm and forced her to sit down beside him.

"Don't wiggle so much, you ruin your skin." He sighed, reaching over and grabbing what looked like soft black velvet ropes. "I want you to be intact, as you will be working for me from now on. Everyone onboard who is staying for some time has to put in their work, if they don't, they don't eat." He shrugged. "Here, you will be my pretty maid, and you will service me, and entertain me." His hand moved to her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Now, my little elvish flower, are you gonna behave yourself? Or am I gonna have to discipline you?"

Artemis had something in mind for her alright. If she decided to be difficult, he planned to lock her in brig, chained and gagged. That usually softened his captives up. After that, he would start bringing her into his service, which meant some new clothes, and some new duties. He didn't care if she was princess, that meant nothing on his ship. She would have to learn how to behave, or he would need to punish her. Sure, he would tie her up either way, but that was more for his own pleasurer, as he loved to watch them wiggle around, and moan into their gags.

It was too bad they had to leave all those elvish girls behind, they could fetch a pretty ransom, but they were a risk. He knew how loyal elvish warriors were, and if he brought them onboard he would have to keep them chained for months, not to mention sexually tortured, just to get them to stop trying to escape, or kill them. No, Luna was a big enough risk on her own, as he knew full well they would be hunted for a while.

Luna continued to try and free her wrists as he spoke, her silver eyes looking up to him. She was confused on why someone would want her kidnapped and held in the pirates possession, knowing most of them were not fully trustworthy. She was startled as he grabbed her arm and forced her to sit down beside him on the plush bed, finding it quite comfortable to even just sit on but she wasn't about to let herself be distracted. She looked to him as he spoke of her having to work and earn her keep while she was on the ship or suffer not being fed, getting that whole angle as it would work for most people. Getting people to work in exchange for food or risk starving worked well in most cases, especially when you would be living on the vessel you had to work on and couldn't escape out on the open sea. She tensed as he told her that she would be his maid and would service and entertain him, not liking that prospect at all.

She tensed more when he grabbed her chin and forced her to look up to him, his words making her defiance and stubborness flare to life even more inside of her. Being a maid to someone made her sick to her stomach, not liking it one bit. "I am not someone who follows another person's orders or does as I'm told. I know nothing of being a maid or servicing anyone so that's not gonna happen if that's what you're wanting," she said as she continued to struggle against the rope on her wrists, her arms starting to hurt and ache from being bound behind her back for so long. Her wrists were turning a bit red from the friction and irritation against the ropes and her skin, finding it quite frustrating that she couldn't get free. But she wasn't one to just give up on things she put effort into, still pulling on the rope.

He let out a sigh. "Then you will be put in a cell below." Artemis stood up, gave a sharp whistle, and then moved towards his desk again. "I will leave you in the hands of my lovely assistants, they look after our captives. Females mostly, and if it is males by chance, they will usually be busy for weeks."

The door opened, and the first woman to enter was tall, very curvy, a large bust, and large around ass. She was human by the looks of it, but had a fox tail, and fox ears too, which meant one of her parents had been a beast creature. Her large tail swayed from side to side. Her top could barely contain her large bust, which was by design. "Captain, you called?"

Artemis nodded as he sat down. "Please take care of out guest, she is a bit feisty, so please butter her up for me."

The woman smirked, turning her attention to Luna. "Ah yes, I thought you might need our help." She let her partner look over the princess, while she in turn moved closer tot he desk, her hips swaying. "But captain, when do you come down visit us? We haven't been chained and gagged for a while, and we miss your.." She leaned in, placing a tiny peck on his nose. "Sword."

Artemis chuckled. "I'll visit both of you soon enough, for now, you have a guest to tend to."

Luna tensed to his words of being put in a cell, pulling against the rope with renewed vigor as he moved over to his desk and spoke. She shivered at his words as the door opened and a woman came in accompanied shortly by another. The first one seemed to be a beast hybrid with clothing that seemed a size too small to where her breasts could pop out at any moment. The second woman that came in seemed to be a demon of some sort, her spade like tail swishing curiously behind her as her skin has a reddish tint to it. Her hair was to her waist and straight, the color as black as a raven's wing and her eyes were a cat like yellow with slits for pupils.

As the other woman spoke to the captain the demon called Lilith, Lilly for short, reached out and ran her fingers through the elf's soft white hair. "Well this elf will have to suffice until you come and see us Captain," Lilith said with a devilish smile, running a finger down Luna's neck and over the top swells of her breasts. Luna shivered and leaned away from the woman, flustered by the casual touching. "D-Don't you touch me!" She said as Lilith just laughed at her words, a smirk gracing her lips. "You'll be begging us to not stop by the time we're done with you," Lilith said coyly as she grabbed Luna's arm and pulled her up to her feet.

"Come on, lets go," she said to the other woman and to Luna, keeping a firm grip on the elven womans arm as she struggled while being led out of the cabin.

The fox woman, known as Scarlett, picked up a long thick white scarf. She fiddled with it for a few seconds, until she had tied a big knot in the middle of it. It was large, and thick, and when she was satisfied with it's size, the woman turned towards Luna, holding it out in front of her. "Time for the princess to be quiet." When Luna tried to say something, the vixen forced the large fabric ball into her mouth, and let Lilly tie the ends together behind's Luna's head. Once the princess was firmly gagged, the woman smirked, and placed a peck on her forehead. "Shhhh, darling, we knew what we are doing, you are in good hands."

Then she turned, facing the captain who was just getting up to oversee the running of the ship. "Captain, we shall take our leave with our pet. You let us know when yo want her back."

Artemis smirked, walking over tot he group. "You girls have fun." He winked at both his jail masters, grabbing their asses. Then he winked at Luna, then left them to drag her away.

Once Artemis was outside he walked up tot he bridge. "Alright lads and lasses! We're done here, cast off, and make ready to take us tot he sky!" He ordered, and his crew instantly started to run around, pulling ropes, and retracts planks from the ship they had taken Luna. Soon they were on the move, and only a few seconds later the ship started to rise from the water itself, soon enough parting with it, and took to the sky itself.

Luna looked up to the fox woman that had a scarf in hand, parting her lips to speak but the gag was shoved into her mouth before she could. Her words were muffled by the fabric as she tried to speak, becoming frustrated and angry as well as worried about what exactly they were going to do to her down in the cell. Their words had been suggestive and provocative in context but she hoped it was more for show, having only been touched by a man once and never by a woman.

Lilith smiled as Artemis came over, giving a hum of appreciation as he grabbed her ass. "Oh we will Captain, no worries about that," she said with a grin, pulling Luna along with Scarlett as they headed down into the belly of the ship were the holding cells were. Lilith giggled as she opened one of the cells and pulled Luna into it, sitting the elf down onto a raggedy bed as she looked to Scarlett. "Now how should we have some fun first hm? The clothes need to come off first and foremost of course" she asked the fox woman as she looked to Luna, the elf trying to scoot herself farther back on the bed. Lilith grabbed her ankle and pulled her back towards her so she fell back onto the bed on her back, Lilith grabbing her dress and pulling it up over the woman's head to reveal her body as Luna yelled undecipherable words into the gag. Her skin was smooth and blemish free, her breasts a little over a handful at a C cup with darker pink nipples and areolas. The slit between her legs was smooth shaven and no hair anywhere else on her body except on her head and eyebrows.

The ship moved though the air elegantly, leaving the elven ship behind. Luna was theirs now, and there was no sign of rescue any time soon. Scarlett and Lilith let Luna down into their little playroom, which was the cell area of the ship. While Lilith teased the princess, Scarlett took out a knife and cut Luna free from her clothes, tossing the dress to the side. Scarlet chuckled, sitting down next to Luna, boxing the princess in between the two lusty women.

"Hmm, she is very cute, isn't she?" The fox woman hummed, running a hand down Luna's arm, down her side, and finally down to her slit. "The captain wanted to make you ready, to make you more open to be a good girl." She winked at Lilith. "Or bad, both works." She leaned in, kissing her neck, her full lips gentle on her fair skin, and her hand still rubbing her between the thighs.

Luna trembled as she was easily cornered by the two women, wanting to move away as the fox woman's hand trailed down her body and between her thighs. Lilith smirked to Scarlett's words and nodded. "Yes she is quite cute. And her skin is so soft and her body is unspoiled for the most part," she said with a grin, leaning in towards Luna as her tail wrapped gently around the woman's throat. She didn't add any pressure at that moment as it was just a warning to the woman that if she struggled she would tighten her hold.

Luna whimpered as the one woman rubbed between her thighs, shaking her head lightly to their words. Lilith hovered over top the woman as she leaned down, running her hot tongue over the elf's nipples which perked up and hardened when the cool air of the room hit them after being wetted by her saliva. "So where should we start Scarlett? I kind of like her being gagged and helpless," Lilith said with a grin, taking one of Luna's nipples in her mouth and starting to suck on it lightly. That action caused Luna to make a noise into the gag as she shifted and tried to pull away, not wanting to feel the sensations as it would feel good to her and she didn't want them to think she was enjoying it when she wasn't and it was just her body responding to the stimulation.


A pirate captain possessing rugged and hardened features consistent with his role. His personality exudes dominance and authority, yet he also shows a playful side with his frequent smirks and occasional boyish charm. He doesn't shy away from physical contact, suggesting a confident and assertive character. Despite his ruthless profession, Artemis displays an odd sense of honor by sticking to his contracts. However, he has no qualms about exploiting others for personal or professional gain.

The ship moved though the air elegantly, leaving the elven ship behind. Luna was theirs now, and there was no sign of rescue any time soon. Scarlett and Lilith let Luna down into their little playroom, which was the cell area of the ship. While Lilith teased the princess, Scarlett took out a knife and cut Luna free from her clothes, tossing the dress to the side. Scarlet chuckled, sitting down next to Luna, boxing the princess in between the two lusty women.

"Hmm, she is very cute, isn't she?" The fox woman hummed, running a hand down Luna's arm, down her side, and finally down to her slit. "The captain wanted to make you ready, to make you more open to be a good girl." She winked at Lilith. "Or bad, both works." She leaned in, kissing her neck, her full lips gentle on her fair skin, and her hand still rubbing her between the thighs.


A stunningly beautiful woman with long, wavy black hair and shimmering brown eyes. Her hourglass figure, defined by full breasts and hips, makes her the object of many men's desires. Despite being somewhat spoiled due to her royal status, she is remembered for her kindness. She dresses elegantly in garments that signify her royal lineage, such as green dresses adorned with gold trimmings and an expensive emerald pendant shaped like a flower. Tatiana has been sheltered from violence and suffering all her life, living in luxury within the palace walls. Nevertheless, when faced with adversity, she shows courage and determination to protect those she loves. Despite the fear instilled by Nathan, she resolves to maintain dignity and become a beloved figure for their subjects.

Tatiana sat in her room composing a letter when it happened. The screams and sound of panic. Rising from her chair she ran over to the door and threw it open. "Come quickly my lady, you must hide. The invaders have breached the wall!" The siege had been going on for some time now, almost two months. It would seem that they had finally gotten tired of waiting for the people of her city to make a move.

Long black hair fell in gentle waves around her oval face and a pair of brown eyes shimmered when she looked around. Tatiana was beautiful—beyond beautiful—stunning. A pair of full breasts and hips that gave her an hourglass form would make any man drool. But it was the kindness that people remembered about her, even if she was a bit spoiled. Running into the throne room she watched as the guards locked and sealed the doors. The rest of the nobility was in there with the royal family, hiding away and hoping the palace guards—the best trained in the land could stop the attackers.

Afternoon became evening as the sounds of war filtered into the throne room. Tatiana wore a scarf over her head to keep her warm in the autumn day, her lovely hair hidden from view. She wore a green dress with gold trimmings, signifying her place in the royal family. Around her slender neck was an emerald pendant on a gold chair, in the shame of a flower. One of the most expensive pieces of jewelry in the entire kingdom rested on the princess' breast. And as the sounds of battle came closer to the door, Tatiana realized that her way of life was about to end forever.

As the sounds of battle came closer and closer to the throne room, it would be evident as to who was winning the battle if death and carnage just got louder and louder the closer it came. And soon, one of the kingdom's militia men would be sent through the throne room door by a man clad in a scarlet red, full body armor. It was almost impossible to tell if the armor was naturally that color or it was stained with the blood of the many victims throughout the ages of the wearer of that armor. Behind him would be the continuing battle of Tatiana's army fighting off the invading troops, yet the conqueror approached with nothing but a bloodied lance in hand. As Tatiana's royal guards came to defend her, they were easily quelled by the lone warrior who easily dispelled of each and every one of them. Next, Tatiana's father would attempt to protect his kingdom, daughter, and offspring as he drew sword and came to defeat the warrior.

Yet, even he was quelled as he was impaled through the heart and left leaning on a lance that kept him upright as it stuck into the ground. Now that there were no other guards to fight off, the warrior approached the queen and grasped her by the neck and began to choke her, ignoring the daughter. "Your kingdom and lives are mine... pledge your loyalty to me or die by my hand."

Her mother struggled and tried to get him off her. "Let her go!" screamed out Tatiana running over and pulling on his hand that held her mother. Her father laid dead on the floor. This man was a monster, he destroyed her entire life, her way of life... and now threatened the last of her family on this earth. Tatiana's hair fell down around her face in loose strands as she struggled with him, bringing up a hand pushing on his chest. This warrior was much larger than her... she felt fear inside her body, but also rage at his presence.

"I... swear..." Choked out the queen as he cut off her air supply, her crown falling to the floor and rolling over to stop by her dead husband. Outside the sun had almost fully set and a lightening storm pulled over the castle, crashing loudly over the captured home. Tatiana squirmed and said, "Please! You are killing her! Let her go!!"

Upon seeing Tatiana, Nathan the warrior's grip loosened on the queen as he turned to look at her through his visor. 'You are killing her! Let her go!!' Once she said those words, his grip completely let loose and he let the queen go... letting her have the freedom to breathe in his presence once more. Now the warrior's attention was fully brought to the woman who had stopped him from choking her mother, and he reached out to cup her chin with his fingers. "And who are you, my priceless jewel?" He replied as he grasped her by the arm and pulled her close to look at her even closer now.

She would not be able to see him, even though she was so close she would normally be able to see eyes through the visor, but all there was... was darkness. "You. You are the princess of this kingdom are you not?" He grinned, though she would not be able to see this. His other hand went to stroke her temple gently with the knuckles of the back of his fingers. What little blood he had on his hands were now wiping onto her as he did so. "Your name... speak it now... if you wish for your mother and any other family members of the royal throne to live."

Tatiana made a face of disgust when he touched her, then froze with fear as she stood there. "...Tatiana, high princess of Duthal." She said and looked into the visor nervously, wanting to pull away from him. She felt the blood on her and instantly felt sick. He wasn't suppose to touch her, no one touched her! That was an unspoken rule in the palace—only members of the royal family could touch each other—and servants assisting them-. They were the descendants of the Gods, walking holy beings. If any peasants or low lives touched them it would be a mar on their skin.

"Please... don't touch me." She whispered out and backed away from him, bringing her hand up to her temple and instantly went pale, then looked green. She had never seen violence and death until today. Hidden away in a world of gold, jewels and silk, Tatiana had never know suffering or seen it, but now she was experiencing it. And she did not like it, or this man who had touched her. "Its a sin... to... touch... royalty..." She choked out looking at the blood, "And you have marred me with blood?" A servant walked over holding up a cloth and she took it, wiping her face desperately. "No one has ever..." She looked towards the large imposing figure with a glare, but couldn't hide the trembling, the desire to run away.

Nathan approached her as she stepped away, and shooed off the servant with his evil aura and a blank stare towards him. "To me, you are nothing. There is no Royalty... only power and conquerors. You. Tatiana... are to be my wife." He held his hand out toward her, as if asking for her hand. "Take me as your husband, and allow me to take you as my wife... Or you, and your family will die. You will be last. And I will make certain your mother dies a slow, painful death in front of you. After I have my way with her. You would not want that to happen to her, do you?" He reached up and removed his helmet to reveal a man with blue hair and piercing black eyes. The helmet dropped to the ground and rolled toward the crown that the queen had dropped while the warrior was choking her. "My name is Nathan... Take me as your husband or see all that you know and love burned down before you in a fiery hellfire."

Tatiana backed away from with a look of pure horror upon her face at his threat. No one had ever spoken to her in such a manner... like she was nothing more than a burden to him. "H-how dare you. How dare you speak to me as if I was some peasant girl!" She glared at him and looked deep into those black eyes. She knew what he was threatening... death and destruction. "V-very well. I will marry you." She looked up at her mother and her two sisters. The man who had slaughtered her father was now demanding that she wed him and do it fast.

She gracefully moved out of his reach and sat down next to her mother who was recovering from the attack. "It would seem our reign of power has ended and a new tyrant will take the place." She looked up at him calmly and stated, "Let my family retreat to their country home, I will remain with you, my husband."

Nathan walked over to the fallen crown next to the king's dead body, and picked it up. He dusted it off with his hands as he heard Tatiana make her demands about her family, and he walked back over to her and placed the crown upon her head. "My queen." He said simply and looked to the old queen and her two other daughters. "Wear this crest upon your body and my men will not strike you down." He tossed them two crests. "One of you... will not make it out of here alive. Choose. I would have spared all of you, had Tatiana not been so feisty and your king having tried to kill me." With that, he grasped Tatiana's hand and forced her out of the throne room to let the three survivors choose who would take the fall. Tatiana would be led out to a large chariot outside, where he lifted her onto the seat and joined her before the driver took them out of the desecrated city.

Tatiana screamed and struggled as he said this, pushing against him sobbing as he held her. "Ss-stop it! Please! Spare all of them, I will do anything you demand or want of me if you let me live." She sobbed and looked up into his eyes. "Please..." She suddenly pulled him against her and whispered into his ear, "If you spare the three of them, then I will be hot upon you in bed tonight.." She looked into his eyes and bit her lower lip, bringing his hand up to one of her breasts and let him feel it. "A willing woman in your bed is more fun than a disobedient one... besides it will be hard for you to explain killing my family to any children we have... and if the people hear about you killing women and children..." She sighed looking away, "They would be disgusted and you would loose favor..."

"Silence you fool. All three will be spared. There is more to my motives than simple murder when it came to the three of them." Nathan said coldly and looked her in the eyes as he spoke. "Three of them... with two salvation cards. The true nature of a beast will show when it is staring death in the face and will do anything for salvation. My men know I have spared them and know better than to kill what I have spared unless I have ordered it. But they do not know that... I wanted them to squabble over the crests, to fight one another and show their true nature just to live out another day. Should one of them kill each other in the process, so be it. Should one willing sacrifice themselves, then so be it. It was merely for my amusement to know they had the fear of death and one of them would die."

He put a hand on her head and slowly rubbed her head, hand going to the back of her head before he tightly grasped a clump of hair and pulled her close to look him in the eye. "And so what if I lose favor? This is not a democracy, dear wife. I rule them out of force and they obey me out of fear. I am the next Alexander, the next Caesar... My name will be etched into history as the God of Kings, even Gilgamesh would be jealous! And you have the luxury of being my sole wife. How do you feel?"

Tatiana looked into his eyes and tears appeared in her eyes at his cruel words. "Afraid... sad. Please let me go... I need to sit down, I feel light headed." She pulled away from him and sat in the carriage, her dark hair falling around her face as the night wind blew it around. She put a hand to her head and tried to think about what he'd just said. "The next Alexander and Ceasar... even they wanted the people's love. You can not rule with out it. If your people fear you they will not be willing to die for you in battle. If they love you, they shall fight to the death for you." She looked him over slowly and then sat up straight. "But I am a woman... I will not bother you over my opinions, my lord... after all I am assuming you believe my place in life is to attend to your home and children."

She turned away from him slightly and reaching out, pulled her hair over one shoulder and gently began to braid it. He may be violent and cold, but she would be one the people would love, she would make sure of that.


An imposing figure, clad in scarlet red armor that may have been stained by the blood of his many victims. His physical prowess is demonstrated by his ability to single-handedly defeat multiple opponents. Behind his helmet's visor, he has piercing black eyes and blue hair. Nathan is a ruthless conqueror who values power over all else, showing little regard for royalty or tradition. He exerts control through fear and intimidation, displaying a cruel sense of amusement when forcing others into dire situations. Despite this harsh exterior, he seems to value loyalty and obedience from those around him, as seen in his demand for Tatiana's hand in marriage and allegiance. His ultimate ambition appears to be etching his name into history as a god-like king.

"Silence you fool. All three will be spared. There is more to my motives than simple murder when it came to the three of them." Nathan said coldly and looked her in the eyes as he spoke. "Three of them... with two salvation cards. The true nature of a beast will show when it is staring death in the face and will do anything for salvation. My men know I have spared them and know better than to kill what I have spared unless I have ordered it. But they do not know that... I wanted them to squabble over the crests, to fight one another and show their true nature just to live out another day. Should one of them kill each other in the process, so be it. Should one willing sacrifice themselves, then so be it. It was merely for my amusement to know they had the fear of death and one of them would die."

He put a hand on her head and slowly rubbed her head, hand going to the back of her head before he tightly grasped a clump of hair and pulled her close to look him in the eye. "And so what if I lose favor? This is not a democracy, dear wife. I rule them out of force and they obey me out of fear. I am the next Alexander, the next Caesar... My name will be etched into history as the God of Kings, even Gilgamesh would be jealous! And you have the luxury of being my sole wife. How do you feel?"


A 25 years old woman of noticeable beauty, given Jackson's intense attraction towards her. She's physically weaker than Jackson, but this doesn't hinder her determination and defiance. Her personality is marked by a strong will and stubbornness. Despite being held captive, she resists Jackson's advances fiercely and refuses to submit to his control. She possesses courage, resilience, and a sharp tongue which she uses effectively to express her anger and disdain. In spite of her situation, she shows signs of intelligence and ambition when discussing her dreams of becoming a marine biologist.

Jackson was getting on Carrie's last nerve, and if she'd had the ability to move, she might have punched him by now. "Fucking take the damn hint you idiot! You're not my type! I don't want you!" Carrie pointed out coldly. His grip on her tightened so much so that Carrie expected to wind up with bruises. "I don't want you!" Carrie said a second time. Jackson seemed like a baby, unable to accept the word no.

Before she knew it, Carrie was shoved back into that small room and locked in. She simply screamed out in annoyance. Carrie screamed for as long as she possibly could. Hopefully, at the very least, she was annoying the hell out of Jackson. Screaming might be pointless because no one would save her, but at least it might annoy Jackson. God, she really didn't like him. One way or another, Carrie was going to have to kill herself or Jackson. That was the only escape she could see here.

Jackson couldn't take it anymore and he didn't want to hurt her anymore. He brought her to her room and closed the door in front of her. He didn't want to slam his fists at her. So he went to the workout room and began to hit the boxing bag that he worked hard on when he was upset. He came inside with dents in his knuckles and a bit of blood trickling down. He came to hear her screaming again and he felt a twinge at his heart.

He hated that she wouldn't even try, she hadn't given him a chance then and she wasn't giving him a chance now either. He grabbed a big red ball gag and walked over to her. Opening the door and closing behind him the blood on his hands more noticeable now he looked at her. "Woman, I am going to gag you, if you don't stop. More and more of your freedom will be taken away to the point I will have you hogtied and hanging in every room i am in. Eventually, you will become a docile thing if you don't understand, I am trying, but you are not."

Carrie was still screaming when Jackson came back in with a big ball gag in his hands. Those hands were bloody, and Carrie had the feeling that Jackson would probably start to hit her because he seemed so violent to her. Carrie kept screaming, even as Jackson threatened her and told her she would lose all of her freedom if she kept this up. Carrie scoffed and stared at him. "Fuck you!" Carrie hissed out.

"You've already taken away all of my fucking freedom. You might as well hogtie me, because I'm not fucking you. I hate you Jackson! No amount of your bullshit or intimidation and mean attitude is going to change that. You're going to have to release me eventually, and I will have you arrested and sent to jail for this." Carrie said coldly, before she went right back to screaming at the top of her lungs. No one could hear her or save her, but it was pissing Jackson off. He deserved to be reminded how much she hated him every damn day.

Jackson looked at her, he was glad that she didn't seem scared by the blood. He was getting frustrated with her and what to do. He watched her carefully and wondered what she was going to do. He was trying everything he could think of. He wanted her more than anything he ever wanted, yet she denied him and denied till his ears bled. Walking over to her, hearing the screams in his ear he kissed her head and looked. "I will bring food in soon, lacking utensils for fear of your suicidal talk you do." He said leaving the room. He would take her noise, he would take what she tried to give him. Soon someone would have to give in and he wouldn't.

Leaving the room he went and made the pasta she had wanted and brought it to him. She placed it on the table and left it for her, it was a paper plate, no utensils and a paper cup, the injury she could do with that would be interesting.

Carrie was absolutely livid. Jackson was a horrible person. He didn't end up gagging her, choosing to kiss her head, making Carrie flinch and back away from him. Then, Jackson left her alone, still screaming her heart out. Carrie never wanted this crap, and she was a strong willed woman. She was never going to give in to Jackson's will. As soon as Jackson came back, Carrie glared, and continued to scream. She hated him and was miserable. Jackson deserved to be miserable too for what he had done to her. How could he have thought she would want him if he kidnapped her? The man was absolutely insane! Carrie scoffed at the food, and the general lack of respect Jackson had. What kind of asshole would make her eat with her hands?

Hell no. As soon as Jackson left the room, she was going to throw the plate of food out the window. Her window had bars on them, but enough space she could make this meal disappear. Right now, this was the only way Carrie could avoid eating. Starvation would kill her slowly, but it was the best option she had unless Jackson let her out again. Really, Carrie just wanted to escape and get the hell away from him forever, but she had no idea how to do that. She could swim, but the cold water would probably kill her before she got to another land mass.

Jackson looked at Carrie, his heart aching with how to help her. A rational part of him told him to let her go but he couldn't do that, he loved her. But seeing her so hurt was breaking him. He got up slowly and gave her a small smile before leaving the room. He hated that room and it was more of a defense if something happened it was a protection room. Nothing could come in, and nothing could go out.

He wanted her in the master bedroom with him. But the way it was going he didn't know how he was going to help her. The way her mind was he didn't know if he could ever get through to her.

Every day for three weeks, Jackson brought her food three times a day. He would stick around to make sure she ate, and spent the entire time talking to her. For the most part, Carrie was silent. She listened, but she was stubborn. But by the third straight week of this, Carrie finally caved, and they actually had conversations that weren't bad. They found things they had in common, even. Her whole deal seemed to soften, and Jackson was sort of growing on her a little bit, not that Carrie would admit it. Honestly, she had only really started responding to him because she was so damn bored. With it, Jackson was slowly open to more freedom, and now, she was on the beach, having a picnic in a bikini with Jackson.

Jackson continued to bring her food and he should sit with her, at times the silence was unbearable, other times he brought his laptop and worked while she screamed or cried or grew angry with him. Finally she spoke and they talked which gave him a sense of calm, one he was too nervous to trust.

Finally he decided a picnic on the island couldn't be so bad. It had been more than a month and they both needed a well deserved break. "Are you a beach person?"

"Yeah, I guess." Carrie finally said to Jackson. She had softened up a lot with Jackson now, if only because she was so bored without even being able to talk to him. Besides, at this point, she was aching to leave this stupid small room. "I like the water." Carrie said. "I always planned on going to school for marine biology, when I had enough money."

He listened to her, this was something new, an actual conversation and each little one marked up his excitement. With joy he clapped his hands and smiled. "I can give you that. If you like you can tell me which school you want to try to attend and we can get applications for you. I know you want it so you can have it." He said knowing he had more than enough money to help her.

Carrie couldn't help but giggle as Jackson clapped his hands together. She raised an eyebrow as she listened to him as he said he could make it happen, and that she could have it. She couldn't help thinking that he couldn't mean it, if only because it would mean they would have to move to a beach city, and he would have to give her actual freedom. Carrie finally sighed and moved in closer to Jackson as if wanting to cuddle. It had been a month since she'd had any intimacy, and she really missed just being in someone's lap with their arms wrapped around her.

"It's not that feasible." Carrie mentioned softly. "First of all, I would need actual freedom to go to school. We would need to move to wherever the university is, obviously a beach town." Carrie pointed out. "Besides, I couldn't let you pay for it." Carrie said. "I don't have a passport anyway, which would mean I would lose a lot of the hands on learning I would need." It never really hit her how impossible this dream was, not until that moment. Carrie had barely been surviving and making rent and a little bit of food. There was no way she would have been able to follow her dreams.

Jackson looked at her laugh and it made him laugh. "I like to see you smile." Watching her crawl over to him and climb in his lap was making his body stir. Getting a taste of her once was barely enough. When she spoke about it not being feasible he couldn't help but laugh. He listened to all of her points and watched her carefully. She seemed disappointed by it. Placing a hand on her cheek he lifted her chin up to face him.

"We may not have gotten off to a great start, but I can give you that. Passport is as easy as snapping my fingers, and for fuck sake. You are my woman if you want this and a thousand dresses made of gold and diamonds I would buy it for you. Damn, I would buy the university for you."

He took a deep breath. "You pick the university, I can buy a house there, move stuff I like and have it within a week. You want this, you would get it. I think you know by now the efforts of my feelings for you."

Carrie sighed as she heard Jackson laugh. He lifted her chin and made her look up at him, before declaring that he'd get her everything she wanted. "Don't you think we should... work on actually having a relationship?" Carrie pointed out with a smile. "After all, how could you be sure I'm not going to take off?" Carrie pointed out softly. "I could just as easily leave you. You can't exactly let me out and not expect me to." Carrie pointed out. "Uhm, okay, Jackson, cool it a bit." Carrie pointed out softly. "First of all, you do realize that if I were to become a marine biologist, it would mean a lot of traveling for me?" Carrie said. "Besides, let's not just... jump into this. We have like, most of the year to wait. And besides, there's no guarantee I get in. You know how that works, kinda have to apply to a bunch of places and hope for the best." Carrie said softly.

Jackson looked at her, his eyes filled with hope and admiration. "I work in the tech world is that not explain that where I do my work doesn't matter. You taking off I am not concerned. I will find you and get you again." He said with a playful smirk but he knew he wasn't lying. "I think you may not see it but I do love you. Maybe I suck at showing it but I want you more than I have wanted anything or anyone my entire life."

He looked at her and smiled. "As for you getting in, well honey I just make a call. Pick the school. You get to go. You want it you will be in by the fall semester." He said snapping his finger showing how quick. "Money talks wonders and when the day you tell me you are ready it will all be yours too."

Carrie smirked as she heard Jackson. "Oh, yeah, because you know, having me kidnapped worked out so well for you the first time." Carrie pointed out. "I don't see this as love. Someone who loved me wouldn't have held me captive like this." Carrie pointed out bluntly. Jackson was becoming tolerable, as like a friend, but she wasn't exactly anywhere near wanting to reward him for kidnapping her. Carrie scoffed as Jackson basically said he would make it happen because he had money. "Jackson... no." Carrie said to him softly. "It's not fair to anyone if you use your money to influence decisions." Carrie said.

Jackson looked at her and was saddened by the fact that he had done something she wouldn't move past. It had only been a short time and he knew that. He looked at her and kissed her forehead. "There isn't a ring on your finger but I want you to know your mine. When I can say that you will say I do. I will marry you. You were meant just for me, I know it. You just have to see it yet." He explained as he liked how soft she was in his arms.

"You want a school you get in the school. I worked my ass off well my father did and that money can be put to use. To pay for something you, my love wants."

Carrie sighed as she heard Jackson. He was very adamant about his choice, even though Carrie didn't see it that way. "Come on, Jackson. You have to know that holding me captive was a very bad idea." Carrie pointed out. "How am I supposed to see past it and learn to love you, huh?" Carrie said.

"That's not fair to people who are definitely smarter than me and worked a lot harder than me."


A physically imposing figure, given his ability to subdue and restrain Carrie. He's unafraid of physical exertion or violence. He is attractive in a conventional sense, considering his confidence in pursuing Carrie. His personality is stubbornly persistent and possessive, with a proclivity towards controlling behavior. He has an intense infatuation with Carrie, which drives him to extremes such as kidnapping. Despite this, he displays moments of kindness and generosity that hint at potential depth beyond his initial harsh demeanor. However, these traits are overshadowed by his domineering nature and refusal to accept rejection.

Carrie sighed as she heard Jackson. He was very adamant about his choice, even though Carrie didn't see it that way. "Come on, Jackson. You have to know that holding me captive was a very bad idea." Carrie pointed out. "How am I supposed to see past it and learn to love you, huh?" Carrie said.

"That's not fair to people who are definitely smarter than me and worked a lot harder than me."

Jackson looked at her, placing his hand on her cheek he caressed her. "I had no other options, it may have been a bad idea but it really was the only way I could think of to get you alone. Think of the progress we made already. A while ago you were out to kill me. But listen.. Just give it a chance." He nudged her gently and pressed his head to her neck. "There are not people smarter than you, they may have worked harder but you have done a lot in your life too. Would you have ever been enough to save up for the courses? Just let me get you in. Pick the school. It's yours."


A vampire with a strong sense of loyalty and protectiveness, especially towards Tessriel. He isn't afraid to challenge those who pose threats, showing his courage and determination. He also displays affection for Tessriel, hinting at a softer side beneath his tough exterior. His ability to use magic suggests that he is resourceful and intelligent. Despite being initially dismissive about the idea of fighting Gilbert, he steps up when it matters most, showcasing his bravery and willingness to risk himself for others.

No sooner had Damien stepped forward, however, than Gilbert took a retaliatory swipe. His claws brushed across Tessriel's arm, making a long gash. "I won't say this again." He looked as if he really didn't want to make it hard for her. "Get out of the way and I might let you live. I admire your bravery, but you just can't win against me. Don't endanger your life, human. Get out of the way. I'm only interested in finishing off Barlowe."

On a sudden burst of inspiration, Damien held her hand in a vice grip. They could do it together. That was the whole point of the ancient ritual she'd evoked by allowing him to drink her blood. "Are you ready?" There was a determined glint in his eyes.

As the Count's sharp claws raked across her skin, Tessriel yelped in pain, though the adrenaline rushing through her veins quickly turned the pain into pulsating anger. She growled lowly as her blood fell to the ground. She wasn't going to back down, especially not at the behest of Lord Gilbert. Her mouth opened to say something of that sort, a snarky retort on the tip of her tongue no doubt. Then, she felt Damien's strong grip in her hand.

Tessriel looked over at the vampire who had somehow stolen her heart. Notwithstanding the horrible gash on her arm, the bruises all over her body, and enough action to last a lifetime, the moment felt perfect. Surreal. Epic.

Despite not having a supernatural bone in her body, she knew that something special was happening. Her eyes met Damien's, and the glint in his gaze sent a tingle of pure anticipation down her spine. "Always." She breathed the word as if speaking directly to Damien's heart. She didn't even know what she was ready for, but she knew that she would do anything so long as he was by her side.

For a split second, the Count looked quite taken aback at the sudden spark of understanding that'd sprung between them. A sense of power radiating from the duo that made him take a step back. In that moment he looked—if it were possible—almost frightened. Human.

He raced his fingers in a meaningful gesture, struggling to think of something. But the next moment, Damien had bolted forwards, clutching Tessriel's fingers in his hands. He collapsed onto the floor, flinging open an arm to parry the blow.

Damien hefted Lord Gilbert to his feet, thrusting him against the wall. "You're wrong," he snarled. "We all were. Humans are much more powerful than we give them credit for." Barlowe brandished a claw at the vampire's chest. Blood rushed out in torrents, splattering the ground. The Count grunted.

Everything went by so quickly. Before Tessriel could figure out what was happening, the Count was bleeding out on the ground, evidently dying. How had they done that? It was as if he had been rendered mortal just by the act of being united with Damien.

In a matter of minutes, Lord Gilbert was nothing but ash. It was just like the other vampire deaths she had seen due to sunlight, only it had been caused by Damien's single swipe. Tessriel looked over at Damien in shock and disbelief. Her chest was heaving with all of the chaos.

Would they finally be safe now? What did this mean for the government? For Damien? Her mind was racing with questions, but her focus was torn away from that when a searing pain shot through her arm.

Tessriel cried out, looking down to fully see the damage Lord Gilbert had left behind. The gash traced the entire length of her arm from elbow to wrist. It was still bleeding heavily. With the adrenaline fading and the sight of her crimson blood falling rapidly to the ground, the pain grew worse and her head grew light. Then, in an instant, everything was black.

It had worked. Damien gaped almost open-mouthed at the pile of ashes next to his feet. They'd achieved what the humans (even those before Tessriel's time, who'd been tortured when they were caught by the vampires) had been trying for millennia. The Count was gone. He felt almost weak-kneed with relief, and glanced at her to exchange a smile. And that's when she collapsed to the floor in one fell swoop.

"What the-" He gave her arm a once-over, cursing under his breath as he noticed the wound. It was quite unlikely that she was poisoned, though he couldn't rule the possibility out. "I've got to get her somewhere..." Or maybe that would be too late.

He paused for a moment. Perhaps the power that'd helped them destroy Lord Gilbert might also help her recover. He crouched down on the floor, tracing a soft line across her forehead. "Please don't be dead," he heard himself whispering. "Wake up, Tessriel!" He gave her a little shake.

Tessriel's eyes fluttered. She could hear Damien's pleading voice, begging her to wake up. It sounded distant. She wanted to stay awake, to hold onto his voice, but the urge to close her eyes and let go of everything was powerful. She could feel darkness swirling around her, almost pulling her into its nothingness.

"Damien," her weak voice called out to him as she fought to remain conscious. Her arm was burning, but so was the love she had for the vampire who had saved her. "It's an all you can eat buffet," she joked in her typical sarcastic way as she forced a strained smile. The comment took a lot of energy though, and she could feel herself beginning to slip closer to the darkness. She was bleeding out. Fast.

Allowing herself a moment of surrender, she closed her eyes. The relief of nearly letting go was great. It was taking so much effort to fight it, and yet, it was worth it. As much as she wanted to surrender to relieve her pain, she couldn't surrender Damien. She forced her eyes open once more.

"Can... can you stop it?" she slurred, trying her best to push out the words. "Aren't vampires supposed to be like superheroes or something...?" Her voice was barely audible as her head grew increasingly light from the blood loss.

"I don't know," Damien whispered softly. "I suppose I can try." The words probably sounded ridiculous, but he couldn't think of anything in the heat of the moment. He closed his eyes, however, and cudgeled his mind to think of a solution. There was a healing spell he'd never mastered (Barlowe was more skilled in warfare) but knew the gist of. Well, he supposed doing something was better than remaining idle.

Throwing caution to the winds, he slowly moved a hand over her hand, muttering a spell under his breath. There was a flash of blue light, and when he looked at Tessriel next, it had healed quite a bit. Well, almost.

He performed it a few more times, assuming that it should be enough for her to at least sit up straight. "Are you all right?" The vampire didn't want to continue in case his efforts proved counter-productive and hurt her.


A strong and resilient woman with an indomitable spirit. Despite being human, she does not back down in the face of danger and proves herself to be both brave and determined. Her sarcastic humor even in dire situations suggests a quick wit and ability to stay positive under pressure. She also demonstrates affection for Damien, indicating a capacity for deep emotional connections. Based on her actions during the confrontation with Lord Gilbert, it's clear that she's not easily intimidated and possesses great courage.

"I don't know," Damien whispered softly. "I suppose I can try." The words probably sounded ridiculous, but he couldn't think of anything in the heat of the moment. He closed his eyes, however, and cudgeled his mind to think of a solution. There was a healing spell he'd never mastered (Barlowe was more skilled in warfare) but knew the gist of. Well, he supposed doing something was better than remaining idle.

Throwing caution to the winds, he slowly moved a hand over her hand, muttering a spell under his breath. There was a flash of blue light, and when he looked at Tessriel next, it had healed quite a bit. Well, almost.

He performed it a few more times, assuming that it should be enough for her to at least sit up straight. "Are you all right?" The vampire didn't want to continue in case his efforts proved counter-productive and hurt her.

Tessriel's energy was rapidly depleting, not only due to the blood loss but also due to her exorbitant effort to speak. Then, after what felt like years but was probably only a few seconds, the flash of blue light replaced the swirling darkness. It was only for a moment, but she knew it was real. It was then accompanied with a wave of relief crashing over her. The searing pain in her arm subsided so quickly that it felt like she had been given a new arm. In reality, she was still significantly wounded and the pain had merely been dulled to more of a sting rather than a sear, but the difference was enormous in the moment.

She was about to thank Damien for whatever he had done when another flash of light appeared around them. With the bleeding stopped, Tessriel was able to keep her eyes focused on what was actually happening. She studied Damien as indistinct words escaped his lips and light seemed to erupt from his hands. Each time, the light was bright enough to prevent her from actually seeing her injury heal, but she felt it. A warmth spread through her arm and up into her body. A slight tingle made the hairs upon her body bristle. The darkness that surrounded her retreated.


A attractive woman who feels a strong desire and attraction towards Thor. She has some supernatural abilities, as she can manipulate the heat in his blood to encourage their intimate encounter. Her personality is adventurous and bold, as she willingly engages with Thor while teasing him about heating him up again. She also shows trust in Thor's judgment during their passionate moments together.

Kyrie wrapped her legs around Thor's waist as he picked her up. She tangled her fingers in his hair as he kissed down her neck. It felt good. It all felt so good. She closed her eyes and put her head back, not thinking about anything but his grip, his touch, his lips on hers and then in her neck. She felt as if he was swallowing her neck and it made her grip on him tighter

Thor settled on the stack of mats as suitable, and tipped onto it on his back, causing her to land on him, pressing her deliciously into him. "How would you have me?" he found breath to ask, between fervent exploration of her neck and lips. "I would have you any way that you would take me."

Kyrie licked her lips and bit her bottom one. She pushed herself up, hands in his chest. "I trust your judgment." She leaned down and kissed him. She started to grind her butt into his crotch, feeling how hard he was, she smiled down at him.

"I think you need to show me how the Asgardians do it." She whispered as she leaned down to him and gave his neck a gentle bite. She was excited and she could tell she was wet. His excitement was beaming into her and she couldn't help herself. She wanted this so bad.

Thor rocked up against her, and his hands settled on her hips, grinding them together. "Well, and often," he said. "That is how Asgardians do it—well, and often." Thor let one hand slip underneath her t-shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her back, letting his fingers trail tantalizingly close to the waistline of her pants. "You taste of endless possibilities," he said, nipping at her shoulder.

Kyrie smiled at him when he told her they do it well and often. She wanted that. She bit her lip as he nipped her shoulder and ran his hands up her back under her shirt. She slid her hands under his, running them up his stomach and chest. She felt all the muscles 10 times more now. They were so defined and hard. She wanted to actually see them.

"Then show me." She teased, eyeing him, a flicker in her eye. "Or I can heat you up again."

Thor chuckled, making his body vibrate beneath hers. "I shall not be held responsible for my actions, were you to do so again—though I feel as though my blood is hot enough for you already." He sat up, keeping her in his lap, and reached for the neck of his shirt to pull it off. Once he'd tossed it to the side, he put his hands on the hem of her shirt, a question in his eyes. He knew she was aroused—he could feel the heat of her, even through her pants—but was too much of a gentleman to assume her willingness at any point.

Kyrie looked down at his body and bit her lip, heart racing in excitement. It was even better than it felt. She ran her hands up and down his torso and leaned against him, kissing him hard. That was to be his cue to take her shirt off, but she was impatient. She pulled it off herself and pressed herself against him again.

She looked up at him, looking him in the eye and made his blood hotter, a slight simmer. Her eyes had a slight red tinted glow to them again. She didn't mind what his actions would be. She already had him wanting her, he wouldn't go attacking her now.

She never meant for this to happen, she had no idea his boiling blood would cause him to want this. As she made it simmer again, it was intentional. She knew she wasn't making him do anything he didn't want to do, she was just giving him more encouragement.

Thor groaned when he felt the heat surge, but he didn't restrain himself this time. Smoothly he rolled them until she was on her back on the mats. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her pants and pulled them and her underwear down in one move, until she was bare for him. He'd meant to finish undressing himself as well, but the sight and smell of her pussy distracted him entirely, and before he could remove his pants, his face was buried between her legs, licking and sucking, nipping lightly, feeling drunk off the taste of her.

Kyrie's head tilted back and she moaned. "Oh my god." Her hands made their way down his body and tangled in his hair. Her knees up, spread apart as he licked and sucked on her. She let out a whine.

After a few minutes she let go of his hair and grabbed his arms, tugging him up to her again. "Please." She whispered to him. It was all she could manage as he took her breath away. She took in a breath to get the rest out. "I want you. Fuck me. Please." She looked into his eyes, letting the heat fade from him as she felt the heat in her own blood now.

"Yes, your god," Thor whispered between her thighs... but he didn't resist when she tugged at his hair. He struggled to remove his pants now, too aroused for his usual grace, and groaned with relief when he'd finally freed his cock from their confines. He wasn't a behemoth—not the cartoonishly large member that might be expected—but it was proportionate to his size, and he was not a small man elsewhere in stature. He grasped himself once, tightly, at the base, groaning at the sight of her spread out beneath him.

"Since you ask so sweetly," he growled, and nudged between her legs until he could seat just the head of his cock against her... and then he leaned forward, and surged into her. He didn't go so fast as to hurt her, but he was not slow—and he did not stop until he was buried as deep within her as he could reach, feeling her tremble beneath him.

Kyrie tilted her head back again and closed her eyes as she felt him move inside her. He was harder than she imagined. Harder than what his muscles felt when she touched him. Her body rocked with his and she dug her nails into his back, holding him close. She let out a loud moan and then a pleasurable whine. This was even better than she had ever imagined he was already so good, much better than any human she had been with.

She looked up at his face, which showed pleasure. A smile crossed her face and she pulled his head down to her with a hand, laying a hard kiss on his lips, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Thor braced his arms on either side of her head, bending down to return her kiss fiercely. He pulled back—almost entirely—before thrusting forward again, letting out a deep groan as he did so. It had been too long, and she was so tight—so hot. The feel of her nails on his back made him arch against her and growl again, his lips moving from hers to her neck, biting—trying to keep from marking her, but at the same time, so dizzy with lust that he couldn't be sure how effective that was.

"Oh God, Thor!" She nearly yelled. She felt his lips and teeth on her neck and she moved her head to the side, enough to give him more room to do as he pleased.

Her nails dug deeper in his back, she was wondering if she had started to draw blood. If she had, it wasn't bothering him. As she clenched him to her tighter and gripped harder, she felt her breath begin to get heavy. She was close, she could feel it. She didn't want it to end already, but she knew it was going to be an amazing finish.

"Shit. Oh my God. Fuck!" It was almost a scream this time as she tried to hold herself back from releasing already


A physically fit and attractive god of Asgardian origins, with a well-defined, muscular body. His is confident and passionate, yet he maintains a gentlemanly demeanor by seeking consent during the intimate encounter. He also has a playful side, teasing Kyrie about how Asgardians engage in lovemaking.

"Oh God, Thor!" She nearly yelled. She felt his lips and teeth on her neck and she moved her head to the side, enough to give him more room to do as he pleased.

Her nails dug deeper in his back, she was wondering if she had started to draw blood. If she had, it wasn't bothering him. As she clenched him to her tighter and gripped harder, she felt her breath begin to get heavy. She was close, she could feel it. She didn't want it to end already, but she knew it was going to be an amazing finish.

"Shit. Oh my God. Fuck!" It was almost a scream this time as she tried to hold herself back from releasing already

Thor let out a deep chuckle at her exclamations, but it turned into a pant as he felt her rippling around him. By the Fates, she was glorious, and he was struggling not to reach orgasm before he brought her to her peak. He sank his teeth into the muscle of her shoulder and slid one hand between them, seeking that small nub of flesh that would send her farther into ecstasy. The angle was awkward, but he managed to locate her clit with his thumb, and began to rub it in circles as he thrust, grunting with the effort of holding back. "Come for me, Kyrie—let me feel you," he urged, his thumb flicking against her clit.


A handsome and well-dressed man, wearing a black button-down shirt, khaki slacks, and a camel sport jacket. As a private investigator with 25 years of experience, he is skilled at blending in and adapting to situations quickly. He exudes confidence and charm while interacting with Elizabeth, making him an attractive companion for her during their unexpected encounter.

Robert ducked into the bar. His pursuer was just a few steps behind him but around a corner. He smoothed his and tried to blend in. The greeter approached him. "Right this way sir. Your table is ready and the lady said you would be along in 5 minutes. She is already waiting at the table." Robert tried not to look confused... This was a stroke of luck. He followed the greeter back to the table and wondered who he was meeting and what they would say when he showed up. He figured that at very worst he could blame the misunderstanding on the greeter, she had, after all, found him and brought him to the table.

In his 25 years as a PI, Robert had many times had to duck and cover from a suspicious subject, but none before had threatened violence on this level. His client was an elderly woman, and this was the least likely job to go sour in his opinion, but he had been wrong. Security had made him at the subjects residence, and apparently had no sense of humor about it. They had been tailing him ever since.

The server approached the table. "Your guest is here, Miss. Thank you for letting us serve you today. Your server will be along in a moment." Robert approached the table innocently and smiled. He was wearing a black button down shirt Khaki slacks and a Camel sport jacket. "My name is Robert," he said extending his hand.

Elizabeth was sitting at the small square restaurant table, scrolling idly on her phone. She had recently had her nails done and though they were short and tasteful, the acrylic tips were making it difficult to use the touch screen. She normally wouldn't have bothered. But her best friend has set her up on this blind date and had spent the last week forcing her to primp and get ready. She had gone to the tanning salon (though she chose the lowest setting—and didn't think she looked any different except maybe a little poorer), gone to have... well, everything waxed it seemed, a new dress, new panties and bras, and a new haircut with highlights.

She thought she looked, well, not bad. But that had been a lot of effort and it made her feel like some kind of china doll. She wear wearing a sleeveless black dress with a deep v-neck that showed off much more of her cleavage than she would normally show. (Her friend's pick, again.) She had a navy blue scarf to cover her shoulders and she wore a pair of black high heels. Her chin length brunette hair was in a stylish bob with just hints of light brown highlights.

She hadn't been given lots of details about her date. It was an older man and he was really nice. Just her type, her friend had told her. Actually, she hadn't even been given a picture. Or a name. The server, a friend of her friend, had been told what to look out for and was on guard to guide the man to her table. But Elizabeth was getting restless. Her date was supposed to have arrived 20 minutes ago and she was sure she had been stood up. A few pervy men at the bar had offered their services but she was about to leave for a movie marathon at home with her cat when the server walked up with a man.

Elizabeth was surprised at how handsome she was. Jessie had been telling her all about this guy's personality, but nothing about his looks. And that had worried her at first. But now, she was so glad she came. The server gave her a wink and spoke about coming back in a few minutes to take their orders. Elizabeth reached out to put her hand in his and smiled, "Hi... Robert. I'm Elizabeth. Jessica has told me a lot about you."

"She has?" Robert asked, his surprise not entirely fake. He had no idea who Jessica was, but played along. "what did she have to say? All good I hope." He sat down at the table and looked in her eyes. The girl was attractive, and obviously took care of herself. She was definitely easy on the eyes. This evening wasn't turning out bad after all. They made idle chat for several minutes until the waitress took their drink orders.

"Well, somethings might be embarrassing." Elizabeth laughed a little and sat, looking over the drink menu. She knew what she was going to order already but it helped to put something in her hands. "Um, she said you had a good job and you were a nice man. And that you had a very nice smile." She blushed a little and looked up. "Which is true." She told the lady she would have a glass of white wine and a water. "But she didn't tell me what you did for a living though."

"She probably didn't know. I'm pretty closed mouthed about that" he said. "Let me just say that in my profession you have to keep a low profile, and no, what I do isn't illegal." he smiled at her. "What does a pretty girl like you do?" he asked. He held out his large hand across the table to her, inviting her to put hers in it in the process. He caught his pursuers passing by the windows of the restaurant out of the corner of his eye. His training prevented him from flinching, but he was relieved that they were thrown off the track. Now he could relax and concentrate on the beautiful young woman in front of him.

"Well, not illegal is good." Elizabeth was a little surprised when the man stretched out his hand. It was such a friendly gesture for someone she had just met. But she had promised Jessica she wouldn't over analyze everything and that she would just "go with it" and see where the date would take her. Well, Jessie had a few more choice, raunchy ideas for what she should do on the date. But she wouldn't go there, in thought or action. "Me?" She set her hand in his hand and felt a shiver roll down his spine. "Oh, I don't do anything special. I am a secretary at a local medical complex. I don't do any of the coding or work with patients, just work at the front desk and direct people."

"No wonder you have such a nice smile!" Robert said. As he scanned her with his eyes, he found plenty to be interested in besides her smile. She was a very attractive woman, and obviously took good care of herself. He gently ran his fingers over her hand as he cradled it. The waitress returned with their drinks, and then took their dinner order. The band started playing a slow sultry tune from across the room. "Do you dance?" he asked. "If you're willing I'd love to" he said. He found her very attractive, and the thought of holding her in his arms raised desire within him.