A dominant and confident individual, with a strong sexual appetite. He enjoys taking control of situations and is not afraid to express his desires. His personality suggests that he values passion and intensity in his encounters, as well as appreciates partners who can match his level of enthusiasm. James has an imposing physical presence.

Chloe smiled up at him, the smile more like a devious little smirk as her hands moved to gently rub up and down his legs. "What? Nothing to say?" she asked before pouting her lip a little bit. She leaned into him to let his cock rub against her cheek a moment before the added to the great tease and just let her tongue brush over the underside of it. She delayed taking him fully into her lips though, loving the act of toying with him at the moment. "How am I suppose to know if you want this or not unless you tell me?" Of course, she knew he wanted it, but perhaps she was the kind of girl that liked to hear it as well as know it.

James almost glared at Chloe as she knelt there in front of him, she was playing with him now? Oh this was not a game that she wanted to start with him. It wasn't above James to cheat after all, and with a girl like Chloe, James was sure he would have to pull out all the stops if he was going to come out on top of all of this. His hands moving to Chloe's head then, a smirk on his face as he looked down at her. "You know how I warned you right?" He asked, the man keeping her head in one place as he brought his dick to her lips.

"Open your mouth." James stated, his eyes almost turning from that playful sort of fun way that they had been to a more serious stare. Now James was never a man to hit a woman but Chloe would definitely feel the grip on her head tighten a little, James waiting till Chloe would do was he said before pushing forwards. He did warn her, one of the main reasons why he was here at this college was the face that he was "sick" in a way. James had a sexual appetite, one that if he didn't fill then he would start to get agitated, frustrated, so much so that it isn't healthy.

In hopes of helping him to find a cure or find a way to manage this problem, he was sent to this college. This of course Chloe would experience first hand as he pushed his thick and long cock into her mouth, and of course there was no way Chloe wasn't going to be able to deep throat a cock if she had gotten herself enrolled here, James not stopping till pretty much his balls touched her chin. The man staying there for a few seconds before pulling back till just the head was in her mouth. "Good girl... Now you can start." James said, letting up on her head as he watched her once more.


A sexually confident man in his late teens, well-built and attractive, given the interest Izumi shows towards him. His sizeable endowment is a significant aspect of his physical description. Personality-wise, Jackson appears dominant and assertive, yet he also demonstrates care in ensuring that Izumi is comfortable with their activities. He exhibits a playful side through his banter with Izumi and enjoys the 'daddy' roleplay. Jackson's character suggests that he enjoys control but also values consent and mutual enjoyment in his sexual encounters.

Jackson smiled when Izumi told him he could basically have his way with the boy. If he only knew what was to await him, he'd run now. But he didn't, and that was exactly what Jackson wanted. He wanted to get Izumi to trust him so he wasn't on edge at all during their fun.

"I'm sure we're going to have plenty of fun." Jackson said as he waited for Izumi to crawl into the back seat, smacking his ass as he wiggled by Jackson's head, before he crawled into the back seat with him. He looked deep into Izumi's eyes before smiling to him. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." He winked.

It wasn't very difficult for Izumi to make his way to the back seat. He felt how Jackson smacked his ass while he crawled through the small space between the two front seats, chuckling softly at Jackson's bold action.

Soon after, Izumi was seated on the soft couch of the back seat. He eyed Jackson for a moment, as the other crawled onto it as well. An excitement grew inside the blonde now that they were both in place. Izumi hoped the sex was going to be good.

"Ahh, you want to see the goods?" Izumi asked, wiggling his perfectly shaped eyebrows. He then began to pull off the pink panties. "Tell me, what are you going to do with me... Big boy?" He asked, looking directly into Jackson's eyes. He now had his panties in his hand and showed them to Jackson with a grin on his face. "Ahh, they're off."

Jackson listened to Izumi's questioning statement and smiled. "Yes babe, I need to see the goods." He stated, almost begging. He then thought of his answer to his next question. What was he going to do with the boy?

"Well, I think first, I'll have you suck my cock to get it nice and wet, and then I'll pound your little asshole into submission until you beg me to stop. And don't worry, you can cum on the seat of the car. It cleans off." He winked as Izumi showed him the panties in his hand.

Jackson looked down and saw Izumi's member. It didn't seem to be more than about three inches in length and wasn't very girthy. It was already hard and looked absolutely adorable. "Your cock is so cute! I love it. I can't wait to see it cream all over the car." He said with a low growl.

"Well I guess it's my turn huh?" He asked as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down with his blue boxers all in one movement, his eight inch hard member popping out to greet Izumi. "What do you think?" He asked before thinking of one other question. "What would you like me to call you?" He asked as he caressed the other man's inner thigh softly.

Well, then Izumi certainly was going to show Jackson the goods that he had to offer. He liked the way that Jackson was basically begging to see him naked. This certainly was going to be a fun little adventure. Maybe even one that lasted through the day and part of the night if they reached the hotel.

Another chuckle left Izumi's lips when he heard that Jackson wanted for him to suck his cock. He arched an blonde eyebrow and leaned a little closer. "Ask for it. Ask for my pretty little lips around your cock, Jackson. I promise I won't be a disappointment." He said, blinking his eyes a few times again.

For a moment, Izumi was expecting Jackson to say something negative about his cock. After all, he wasn't the biggest down there and he knew it. Especially on high school, when you were required to shower together after gym, there had been plenty of comments about it from the other boys. Not Izumi's favorite moments that's for sure.

Finally it was time for Jackson to get naked as well. Izumi watched with eager eyes as those jeans seemed to be stripped away, quickly followed by the blue boxers. "My... That's going to be quite a stuffing. How big is that? 7... 8 inches?" He asked, leaning closer and softly brushing his hand against Jackson's cock. "You can call me whatever you like, handsome."

Jackson watched Izumi's gaze as his cock popped free. He had always been well endowed, but that also came with its set of unique challenges. Girls always swore they couldn't take it all, or refused to take it because it was "big and messy".

When Izumi finally spoke, Jackson gleamed. "Well, it's 7 and a half actually." He said with a bit of a nervous smile. "It's not too big or messy for you is it?" He asked, hoping the boy wouldn't back out.

The comment about asking him to suck Jackson's cock made him laugh lowly. When he got consent to call Izumi anything he wanted, he slowly grabbed the the back of Izumi's head lightly and pressed his forehead to Jackson's. "I want you to suck my cock like a good little boy." He said with a light smirk.

"Oh really?" Izumi purred in amusement as he was told that Jackson's member was 7 and a half inch. He let his fingers brush over the flesh for a few more moments, as if he was contemplating the next comment. When the question arose if it wasn't too big or messy for him, he looked up again. "Are you telling me that you underestimate me, Jackson?" He asked, still talking in that smooth voice he had used all this time.

A shivering breath left Izumi's lips when the back of his head was grabbed, before Jackson pressed their foreheads together. "Are we getting a little feisty?" The blonde asked, obviously amused.

His fingers now wrapped around the cock, slowly pumping up and down. "Now, be a little patient dear. All in it's own time." He said playfully, letting his thumb grace over Jackson's cock head every time he reached it in a rather teasing way.

Jackson groaned a small, low groan as Izumi's fingers explored his shaft and head. "Well what can I say, I get extremely excited when a cutie like you is naked in front of me." He said as precum started to wet the tip of his cock. Jackson laughed at Izumi's accusation. "Of course I don't doubt you. I was just making sure you wanted it. I've seen girls back out because they don't think they can take it all." He said with a smirk. "Kinda leaves me with blue balls you know."

Jackson gripped Izumi's hair lightly when he mentioned being patient. "Now, I'm not very good at being patient. Unless you give me a very good reason to be that is." He growled softly as he took his free hand and fondled Izumi's balls, gripping them lightly.

Izumi could feel Jackson's cock twitch underneath his touch and knew that the other was already more than eager for his mouth to wrap around it. It kinda amused the blonde, knowing that he could instill such desire in someone.

"It is good that you don't doubt me, Jackson. I don't like being doubted." The boy said, his glossy brown eyes looking at Jackson's cock for a few moments. "Well, one thing is for sure. You're not going to leave with blue balls today." He reassured the big guy, a grin playing on his lips.

Then his hair was grabbed. Izumi couldn't help it but be slightly turned on upon this sudden violent act. A groan left his lips as he felt his balls being grabbed. "Ohh~ Daddy's getting impatient." He purred, before gripping his cock a little tighter. "Let's do something about that, shall we?"

With his other hand, he uncurled Jackson's fingers from his hair before he slowly leaned down into the man's lap. At first, he only let his breath ghost over the flesh of Jackson's cock while still toying with it. After a few moments of this teasing, he finally opened his lips and engulfed the appendage into his mouth.

"Well I couldn't ever doubt you. You're a good boy." He said as he noticed Izumi's cock ooze a little bit of precum itself. He took his thumb and ran it over the tip before pulling it off and putting his thumb in his mouth and licking it off seductively. "You taste amazing." He said with a grin.

Jackson groaned as Izumi called him daddy. "I love when you call me that." He said in a sultry tone. He truly did love the way the boy tended to him. Jackson took a sharp gasp as Izumi fully engulfed his cock in his mouth without even inching his way down first. "Oh God baby that feels good. Would you like me to stick my fingers in your ass?" He said as he leaned back and let Izumi go to work.


A blonde, attractive teenage boy who exudes confidence and sexual appeal. He's smaller in stature compared to Jackson, both overall and in terms of his endowment. Despite this, Izumi doesn't exhibit any insecurity about his size but rather embraces it. Personality-wise, he is playful, flirtatious and enjoys teasing his partner. He also demonstrates submission in their role-play scenario while maintaining control over the pace of events---indicating a level of assertiveness within his submissive role. Izumi is comfortable with his sexuality and takes pleasure in provoking desire in others.

Izumi could feel Jackson's cock twitch underneath his touch and knew that the other was already more than eager for his mouth to wrap around it. It kinda amused the blonde, knowing that he could instill such desire in someone.

"It is good that you don't doubt me, Jackson. I don't like being doubted." The boy said, his glossy brown eyes looking at Jackson's cock for a few moments. "Well, one thing is for sure. You're not going to leave with blue balls today." He reassured the big guy, a grin playing on his lips.

Then his hair was grabbed. Izumi couldn't help it but be slightly turned on upon this sudden violent act. A groan left his lips as he felt his balls being grabbed. "Ohh~ Daddy's getting impatient." He purred, before gripping his cock a little tighter. "Let's do something about that, shall we?"

With his other hand, he uncurled Jackson's fingers from his hair before he slowly leaned down into the man's lap. At first, he only let his breath ghost over the flesh of Jackson's cock while still toying with it. After a few moments of this teasing, he finally opened his lips and engulfed the appendage into his mouth.


An adventurous and open-minded teenage girl who enjoys exploring her sensuality. She's not afraid to express her desires and takes pleasure in the intimate attention she receives from Ryan. Her playful banter indicates a sharp intellect, and her willingness to demonstrate self-pleasure shows a bold confidence in her own body. Physically, she has an attractive figure with ample breasts that draw Ryan's attention. Her overall aura is one of magnetic allure, making her irresistible to Ryan.

Elise smiled into the kiss when he made her squeeze her own breasts with her hands. He pulled his lips away from her and she looked up at him as he began to slide off her bra straps. She looked up at him and chuckled when he asked her if that was better. "Yes, quite" she said grinning. She allowed him to guide her hands down to where he wanted them. A light blush crept up on her face when he slid his hands underneath her bra, playing with her breasts. Elise accepted his kiss and chuckled when he spoke again. "Now you imagination is running wild. are you getting caught up in the heat of the moment?" she asked him grinning.

"Is that merely a simply way to push off the topic, there Elise?" The male quickly shot back in reply, grin still resting on his face. Hands still massaging her breasts as he waited for an answer, "but, to answer your question before you push mine off again," Ryan spoke, hands giving her chest a bit of a gently squeeze before letting his thumbs roll over her nubs once more. "I might be, I don't know... I'm fairly... excited... right now, so, it could simply be my lower head thinking for me than the one on my shoulders." Sticking his tongue out at her, hands moving around to Elise's back. Fiddling with the bra hook, it took a few tries... but, the male got it unhooked. Pulling the sides around from her back before sliding it down her arms. Tossing it down to the floor, grin still pressed to his lips. "Now, that is a better look for you, dear."

Ryan moved onto the bed slowly, kicking his shoes off before pulling the girl up from her back. Moving her into his lap, only to have his right hand move to her right breast. Lips, mouth engulf her left. Nipping lightly at her nipple, looking up at her as he pulled back. Flicking her nub with his tongue. Ah, how watching some porn gives you a few pointers.

Elise grinned at his reply. She felt his hand still on her breast as he continued to play, and grope them. She grinned when he said his was rather excited. Oh she imagined he would be. With the massage and the making out, she had expected that he might have been more then a little turned on by everything. She felt him unhooking her bra, not getting it a few times before he managed to get it off. She chuckled when he looked at her and spoke, with her breasts revealed to him. She lay there in front of him as he kicked off his shoes. She didn't expect him to pull her up into his lap. She looked at him and smiled, feeling his lips on her breasts. She blushed and closed her eyes, moaning for him softly. She did have rather sensitive breasts. Elise looked down at him and said "Are you trying to turn me on Ryan?" she breathed out. "Because it's working..."

What was Ryan's goal for all this foreplay? Hell, he didn't know. Just went with the flow, of course it was going to heat both of their bodies. Leaning back some, propping his left elbow on his bed to support himself up. Right hand still grabbing, groping, massaging Elise's chest, "If it is working, I think we may need to... ease the turn on, no?" The male asked lightly dropping his right hand to her side, pulling her a bit forward. Their chests pressing together, pecking lips against lips. "What do you purpose I do to help ease your body, Elise?" Was an interesting question, Ryan was relatively curious to know what she'd like him to do. Sitting up right, legs folding to sit Indian style. Both hands moving back up to her chest, grabbing at the portion that was able to be squeezed. "Or do you want me to stay right here for a little while longer? Seems you are enjoying this... massage a little more then the one I put on your back." Lips still curved into that grin of his.

Elise watched as he lay back on the bed and pulled her down to him, her chest pressing up against his now. She smiled lightly when he spoke, his hans moving down her sides. she chuckled a little when he grabbed onto her breasts again. She looked at him and grinned at his words and said "Well its just that your soooooo good with those hands of yours, I'm not sure if I want you to stop" she said. She smiled and moved down and kissed him again, sliding her tongue into his mouth once more.

Hands continued to rub against the sides of her round mounds, her tongue slipping into his lips. Squeezing her chest lightly, the male quickly played with her own tongue. Pushing her up a bit, hands moving to cup her chest completely. Massaging her breasts gently, "Ah, Elise, you sure there isn't something else you might want me to do?" Ryan... wasn't quite sure how long he could do this for. They were going for a while now, a good five-six minutes. May Ryan remind you, he did give her a good fifteen minute massage not terribly long ago. A light grin appeared on his lips, dropping his hands to his chest. "Why not you give me a demonstration on how you touch yourself, there Elise. You seem to be the expert... amazing at making-out, figure you'd have a lot of experience here, too." Leaning up to place a kiss on her lips, his tongue brushing against her lips before pulling back. "I feel... like I'm doing it wrong. You're more then willing to show me how you do it right?" Ah, of course, it wasn't hard to tell if he was doing it right or wrong. Just by her expression she was giving him, he was doing all sorts of right. Ryan merely had a thing for girls touching themselves, what boy didn't?

Elise groaned into the kiss as he continued to touch her with his hands. Elise looked at him and seemed to grin when he asked her to touch her self. She chuckled and said "Alright". She rolled him over with a cheeky grin on her face, stradeling him. She pulled her hands up to her breasts and began to grope her self. Her fingers lightly teased her nipples, making them hard. She pushed up one of her breasts and licked it with her tongue, much the same way he had. She bit down on her lower lip and began to pinch and pull on her nipples before she groped her self once more, kneading the flesh of her breast.

Ah, yes, Elise was definitely much, much better at what groping, massaging, rubbing, squeezing... hell, even licking herself then Ryan was. She made it look so damn good, too. If the male wasn't excited before with all the touchy-feely, he surely would've been now. "Yeah, yeah," Ryan spoke lightly, shaking his head some, just enjoying the sight above him. "You make it look so much hotter." So, how far could he actually push the situation? Well, Ryan was going to test the waters. Surely, he would enjoy just sitting—laying there, watching Elise play with herself but he needed to feel like he was doing something. Moving his hands to her pants, the male unbuttoned-unzipped her pants before sliding them down enough to slip his hand in between her legs. Left hand moved to her stomach, fingers pressing into her stomach a bit as his right hand slowly rubbed against her underwear; rubbing her womanhood with his index and middle fingers. Of course, if she was to say he was moving a bit too fast, the male would understand and respect her wishes. But, at the moment... anything could happen. Pretty sure they both were a bit wired straight to their hormones.

Elise looked at him when he spoke. She grinned when she said that she made it look much hotter then he could. She grinned and said "I think there would be a problem if I couldn't" she said with a smile on her face. She blushed lightly when he felt his hands moved lower down her stomach and unzipping her pants. She bit down on her lower lip and let out a gasp when he rubbed her womanhood through her underwear with his fingers. Oh how she wanted him so badly. She closed her eyes and closed and bit down on her lower lip. Was it too soon? She didn't know, but they had both done a good job of teasing each other to get to this point.


A confident and playful teenage boy who enjoys taking the lead in intimate situations. He's comfortable with his own sexuality and has no qualms about expressing his desires. His quick wit and flirtatious banter reveal an intelligent mind beneath his sensual demeanor. Physically, he's strong enough to easily maneuver Elise during their encounter, hinting at a well-built physique. His hands are skilled, suggesting a certain level of dexterity that may extend beyond this context. His overall demeanor exudes charm and self-assuredness, making him an enticing partner for Elise.

Elise looked at him when he spoke. She grinned when she said that she made it look much hotter then he could. She grinned and said "I think there would be a problem if I couldn't" she said with a smile on her face. She blushed lightly when he felt his hands moved lower down her stomach and unzipping her pants. She bit down on her lower lip and let out a gasp when he rubbed her womanhood through her underwear with his fingers. Oh how she wanted him so badly. She closed her eyes and closed and bit down on her lower lip. Was it too soon? She didn't know, but they had both done a good job of teasing each other to get to this point.

Ryan's two fingers continued to rub the moistening piece of clothing, directly over her womanhood. She didn't let out too many moans, but, it wasn't hard to tell by her biting her bottom lip that she wasn't enjoying herself. Both, actually. Herself rubbing her and him rubbing her. A light laugh passed through Ryan's lips, his sudden surprise down inside her pants caused her to lose track of what she was doing, simply straddled over him with her hands on her chest. Such a beautiful sight, running his left hand up from her stomach, the male placed his own hand over hers. Groping her chest with her, "You can stop, if you want... I think I have you preoccupied as it is right now." Grin continuing to go away then come back, switching between playful teasing banter and a serious 'I'm gonna do this the best I can' look on his face. Pulling her hand off her chest, Ryan placed it down on his stomach, "Of course, I think... you would believe its unfair if you can't do the same to me." Guiding her hand down to his crotch, "Go ahead, I give you permission."


A teenage girl, with a body that's beginning to mature into womanhood. She has budding breasts and athletic thighs, indicative of an active lifestyle. Her hair is long enough for Nathan to run his hands through it. Personality-wise, she is determined, adventurous and somewhat impulsive. Despite her inexperience in certain situations, she shows courage and takes the lead when necessary. She also displays empathy towards Nathan's feelings and hesitations, suggesting a kind-hearted nature beneath her bold exterior.

The problem was, Ashley had just about the same amount of handyman experience as Nathan had, but she was determined to make this work. She was old enough to take care of this; she could show her parents that she was nearly an adult. And she did not want to look stupid in front of Nathan, for whatever reason.

Still, together with Nathan, she tried to get this to work, more fumbling and having no idea what she was doing than anything else, learning while doing it. Twenty minutes later, the floor was even wetter, the shower seemed to work again, and Ashley was just as wet as the floor. In other words, dripping. "Well... remind me to never do that again..."

"Wow! I can't believe we fixed it!" Nathan could hardly suppress his excitement at their little achievement. He noticed his reaction and dialed back his expressiveness, wanting to seem cool and stoic. In his mind, that was what girls liked, especially older girls like Ashley. "I didn't think I'd get so wet. I need to go back home and change," Nathan said as he prepared to head back to his house. He really wanted something to happen between them, but he was too shy, timid, and inexperienced to try anything. And even if he did, he was certain Ashley would politely shoot him down. Oh well, at least he had something to look forward to when he was older... right?

"Yeah, me neither," said Ashley with a sigh and then a small giggle, proud of their achievement as well. It was the first time she had ever done such a thing, and though she imagined that her dad would be furious if he saw the messy bathroom, it was a nice feeling. Noticing Nathan's gaze and then his reaction and words, she waited for a second, swallowing heavy. Should she? Should she really? She bit her lip, grinning more to herself than to him, before making a decision. Just screw it, live in the moment, that kind of thing.

"Well... I can't really let you go outside soaking wet, you'll catch the death, right? And we have to test the shower if it really works, don't we? Soooo..." She did not finish the sentence, blushing now, but her hands had already gone to the hem of her top and slowly, as if teasing but actually simply nervous, she began to pull it over her head.

No way... no way this was actually happening! Nathan couldn't believe what he was seeing! It felt like a lightning bolt had just struck him and left him completely paralyzed. He felt a hostage to his own body, unable to move his limbs or even work out a facial expression. He didn't look, but he could feel a bulge beginning to develop in his shorts. Ashley! She was actually undressing right in front of him! Nathan began smirking to himself, it was purely out of nervousness. If his throat hadn't lost all of its lubrication, he would have let out a nervous chuckle too. *Test out the shower?* Nathan thought, *Does she mean what I think she means?*

As Nathan did not move and jump to action like Ashley had thought he would, she too stopped. Then she blushed red as a tomato as she realized that she had assumed he was already at that age while he was, in fact, not yet fully there. Judging by the way he stared at her, like she was a lit Christmas tree and he saw it for the first time, like she was the most precious and wonderful thing in the world, he was aware of what she had proposed to do and what that entailed, but he was not...

Well, he seemed to be a bit overwhelmed by it. She bit her lip now, nervous and a bit embarrassed, but then she swallowed and pulled her wet top over her head, revealing her budding breasts, crowned with pink nipples, smiling nervously at Nathan. Her hands then went to the hem of her yoga pants and hooked her thumbs into them. "So, you don't have to, but if you want..."

"I want to!" exclaimed Nathan. He had said it without thinking and barely had time to react to his outburst before he began to lift his shirt off of his prepubescent body. There was very little body fat on him, and you could see his abs on his thin frame. It made Nathan feel a little self-conscious about his body, that he wasn't muscly like older guys. Next, he unbuttoned his shorts and unzipped them. He realized he was wearing briefs and hesitated for a minute. Only little boys wore briefs... right?

This was the point of no return, and if Nathan backed out now, it would be the biggest slap in the face to Ashley. He lowered his shorts and revealed his briefs. He could feel himself turning beet red, and this time it wasn't just his face but his chest too. But he did it; this was as far as Ashley wanted to go. Or was it not?

Seeing how eager, and also nervous, Nathan was brought an impish smile to Ashley's lips, realizing that he was very eager but also afraid and a bit intimidated. Well, what boy wouldn't be, right? She had to admit, she liked how shy he was and how he looked at her. And, even if she was finding it strange to realize, she also liked the way he was build. He was thin but not frail, had little body fat, and was fit but not overly athletic. He had this youthful build to him without being childish. It was nice, she found that she liked it.

Watching him undress, she realized that she had stopped doing so herself, and she blushed as if she were caught, and with one fell motion, she rolled down her yoga pants, revealing her thin, coltish legs and her athletic thighs. Stepping out of her clothing, she then hooked her thumbs into her simple black panties, nothing fancy or anything, and then slid them down as well, offering Nathan a glimpse of her smooth shaven privates. With a smirk, she let her underwear fall down as well and then stepped into the shower. "Come on, you wouldn't wanna shower in underwear, do you?"

It was now or never for Nathan. Ashley had been so kind as to take the lead for him and get completely undressed. He was gonna do it... he was gonna get naked right in front of her! He slid his tightey whiteys down, meeting some slight resistance due to his ever hardening boner. He pushed them down, and his boyish cock popped up as if to draw maximum attention to itself. There was no sign of any pubic hair on his penis or testicles. He was as smooth as a boy could come.

He was uncut, his pink glans was hidden under his smooth foreskin almost as if tempting Ashley to uncover it. After some hesitation, Nathan stepped inside the shower. Seeing Ashley's naked body up close allowed him to truly admire her. He knew she was pretty, but now he thought she must've been an angel. Every curve of her body was where it needed to be, Nathan could swear he was starting to salivate. For the first time in his young life, he was lusting after the female form.

At first Ashley did not look at Nathan, having stepped into the shower and begun to turn the water to the right temperature, wanting to let him have his privacy, sort of, so that he could decide on his own to pull off his underpants or not. As he stepped into the shower after her, however, and she heard the door close, she couldn't help but to turn around and smile at him, taking in his whole form and body. He wasn't some buff football player or some awesome cool broody emo boy; he was a cute, nice, dependable, and young boy, with adoration in his eyes and a cute, smooth, young cock between his legs.

Could he even get hard... Yes, he could, obviously, which made her smile turn wider. She had to admit she was really tempted by him, for whatever strange reason she couldn't really explain. Having found a good temperature, not too hot but certainly warm, she grabbed a loofa and soap and then went down to her knees in front of Nathan. The shower wasn't so big but barely big enough for the two of them. "Here, let me help you soap you up, okay?"

"Hehe OK." Nathan let out a little chuckle. The sight of Ashley kneeling down in front of him got him really excited. It was something he'd never seen before but something he could get used to. He trembled a little bit once the water splashed down on his immature body. Once his body acclimated to the warm temperature, he began to relax. He was more than willing to let Ashley touch his body; he wanted that to happen, in fact. He wanted to touch Ashley but worried if he'd be out of line if he did. His small hands moved up past her face and towards her hair. He ran his hands through her hair, his eyes completely hypnotized by Ashley's beauty. "You're... really pretty."

It wasn't like the touch of Nathan sent shivers up Ashley's spine or anything, not really, but it felt... nice. And combined with the taboo of what she was doing, the sheer lewdness, and naughtiness of it all, it was actually kind of more. She found that she liked it, his innocent, hungry yet unsure touch, as if he was afraid she would turn to dust or anything. At least that's what she found. Also, she liked having her hair touched in such a fashion; she had just never told anyone.

"Thank you," she replied with a smile and shuffled a bit closer to him, now practically touching him with her whole body but just barely not. Blushing a bit, she then added, "I'd say you are really cute, but... Are you at that age already where being told being cute is not good, or can I still say that? Because you are..."

"Well... I don't mind if it's you... saying I'm cute." With anyone else, Nathan would be bothered. In his mind, when people called him cute, it made him feel like a puppy, like they didn't take him seriously. But with Ashley, at this moment, it was different. She wasn't dismissing him or brushing him off, she was actually being receptive to his actions, so Nathan knew she was acknowledging him as a sexual presence. At this point, Nathan's cock was as hard as it ever was; it started to hurt a little bit even.

Kiss her. Kiss her. Kiss her. Kiss her! Nathan wanted to kiss her so badly! Every fiber of his being urged him to do it. His heart was beating a million beats a minute. He put his hands around Ashley's face and raised her head so her eyes could meet his gaze. If he could see his face, Nathan would hardly believe he was the same kid. He was so determined, so serious. He was going for it...

...and was promptly met with the lips of Ashley who, swept up in the moment, had the same thought. She pushed forward, her hands sliding around his form, still holding the loofa but all but forgotten about it, and leaned into the smaller form of Nathan, meeting his lips with her. She couldn't even say why and what was going on, and something inside of her was screaming bloody murder but she didn't care, she just... acted on instinct. Even if she was older than Nathan, it wasn't by that much and she still was sometimes very stupid and prone to make decisions in the moment. Like now. And god, she loved it. She moaned into the sweet kiss, now shivers running down her spine, couldn't keep the smile from her face.


A 10 years old boy, still in the early stages of puberty. He has a thin frame with little body fat and visible abs, hinting at an active lifestyle. His physique isn't overly muscular yet, reflecting his youthfulness. He's shy and timid but also eager to learn and experience new things. Despite his age, he shows signs of maturity in how he handles unexpected situations with calmness and respect for others' boundaries. His overall demeanor show someone dependable, respectful and considerate beyond his years.

...and was promptly met with the lips of Ashley who, swept up in the moment, had the same thought. She pushed forward, her hands sliding around his form, still holding the loofa but all but forgotten about it, and leaned into the smaller form of Nathan, meeting his lips with her. She couldn't even say why and what was going on, and something inside of her was screaming bloody murder but she didn't care, she just... acted on instinct. Even if she was older than Nathan, it wasn't by that much and she still was sometimes very stupid and prone to make decisions in the moment. Like now. And god, she loved it. She moaned into the sweet kiss, now shivers running down her spine, couldn't keep the smile from her face.

Nathan began to breathe heavier as he kissed Ashley and also let out a few moans himself. As soon as his lips had touched Ashley's, he felt as if he was light as a feather and was at the mercy of the wind. The only part of his body that had any importance at that moment were his lips, for they connected him to the lovely teenage girl in front of him. Ashley's lips felt so nice, so soft, and Nathan could taste the smallest amount of her saliva through their kiss. It was the sweetest nectar to Nathan; he wanted to taste even more of it.


A sensual and attractive individual, often seen in comfortable yet provocative clothing. His long legs and the ease with which he wears revealing robes suggest a confidence in his physicality. He possesses a pet, Nug, indicating a nurturing side to him. Angel has an inviting personality; he is warm, friendly and shows empathy towards others' struggles. His playful demeanor comes across in his flirtatious interactions with Vital, while his soft smiles reveal a gentle nature underneath the flirty exterior. Despite having been favored by someone powerful in Hell before, Angel's disdain for overlords demonstrates that he values kindness over power. Moreover, his willingness to break rules for companionship indicates a rebellious streak and desire for genuine connection beyond transactional relationships.

"You'd better," Angel purred when Vital said he'd catch up with him later. "I'm in room 204, don't be a stranger now~" He patted the captains hand and got up from the bar, going to talk to Rose and the people who'd already been here but probably needed some reassurance that he wasn't going to fuck things up for Vital on the whole 'getting to heaven' front of things.

He left the party before Vital did because it was time for Nug's dinner. He went back up to his room and left the door unlocked for now so that the new man could let himself in if he wanted to. He scratched the little pig's back while he ate and then got up, going to sit on his bed, stretching out with a sigh. When Nuggets was done he came over as well and Angel picked him up, cuddling him close and petting him gently.

He was nervous if he was honest with himself, he wasn't supposed to give anyone 'freebies'. It was one of Val's rules that he shouldn't fuck anyone for free but it wasn't the first time he had and it wasn't like the moth had eyes within the hotel right? There was no reason for him to find out so it should be fine, Angel just wanted a little bit of company after all.

Vital tucked the gun under his flat pillow and drew the covers of the bed back up overtop it. He fanned out the blanket he was laying on hiding the blade that was nestled against the wall as well. He paced the room

His head swam with new faces and the many drinks he'd taken while meeting them all. The dizzying affair had left him tired, and the weight of their expectations for him made him want to lay there forever staring up through the murk of the darkening room at the ceiling. If being good would wash away the blood that stained his hands he'd be forever grateful to the hotel.

A pit of guilt formed in his stomach as he mentally replayed the events of the day. Back to the first person to leave their welcoming party... He'd promised Angel he wouldn't be a stranger, and yet here he was considering locking himself in his room for the remainder of the evening. How pathetic...

Vital rolled to the edge of his bed, then up to his knees, and finally with some effort his feet. He met another resident on the stairs. Their name escaped him at the moment but their ram-like horns curled close to their skull. He very nearly stepped on the small man. "My apologies." Vital murmured stepping to the side and helping the stranger with their balance before moving on. Vital knocked at Angel's door resting his forehead on the door frame next to it while he waited. He cleared his throat before speaking up. "Room-service... Did you order the Calamari?" He asked in a cheeky tone.

Angel had changed out of his day clothes and put on a comfortable robe though he was still wearing panties and long socks underneath, yes it was comfortable but it was also for easy access if it came to that, and the short black robe still looked pretty good. He was sitting on the floor playing with playing with Nugs when the knock at his door finally came and he heard Vital's voice, making him smile. "Indeed I did~" he agreed as he went to open the door.

His more sensual smile turned soft when he saw the look on Vital's face. "Come on in," he offered, stepping back to invite the other demon into his room. He closed the door after them and picked Fat Nuggets up. "Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" He asked turning back to the other man, sitting on the edge of his bed and crossing his legs. "You look.. tired," he said, Vital looked sleepy too but it looked like a deeper kind of tired.

He wouldn't pressure Vital to talk if he didn't want to, Angel could easily put his pet down on the floor if the captain came to join him on the bed. Still he wanted Vital to know he could speak to Angel if he wanted to, he wouldn't offer this to a client but Vital wasn't a client, they could be friends.

Vital lingered in the doorway smiling back at Angel that pointed, flirty smile making him feel warm in spite of his worry. The high hemline of the slinky robe did not escape his notice he followed the long line of Angel's shapely legs as he scooped up his pet and sat on the bed. "Wrong?"

The captain closed the door and leaned against it for a moment. "Just a lot on my mind. And too many people. Far too many reminded me of my old crew." He found a seat on Angel's bed. He let out a sad chuckle. "I've managed to let doubt get the best of me. " His eyes looked like he was very far away when he reached across to pat the head of his host's pet. "Is it fair that I try to leave Hell if I've brought a couple dozen good men down here with me? What of the people I might leave behind?"

Angel watched with a little smile as Nuggets snuffled curiously at Vital's hand, also making sure that the other demon was appropriately gentle with the little creature. "More people are coming now," Angel agreed. "But the hotel is still made for about six times the amount of people that are currently here, it's not hard to find quiet places when you want them. The roof is my favorite place."

He leaned against Vital's shoulder, he found comfort in closeness so it was what he ended up offering, he hoped it helped. "They could come here too if they wanted to. If you lead'em here, maybe you could lead them somewhere better. Not sure it's possible personally, but if someone can prove that we can, then that's a good thing itself right?"

"I may have..." Vital coughed awkwardly and ruffled Nugget's ears gently. "Might have gotten them killed more than once. When I first arrived I had a go at grabbing power down in hell. Not entirely sure the ones leftover want anything to do with me. I learned right quick I'm not overlord material." He retracted his hand and placed them both behind his head to lounge against the wall.

"Ah well, what can you do?" Vital smirked in spite of himself. He stretched out his long legs. "Enough of my sob story though. What have those girls got you up to with this whole redemption program. Vaggie mentioned 'Planned Activities' and well... that sounds like literal hell. Are they as bad as they seem Angel?"

Angel wrinkled his nose, he didn't care about Vital having gotten his crewmates killed, as long as it wasn't permadeath it happened all the time in hell. No, what he was upset about was the idea of the other man as an overlord, Angel hated overlords, they were powerful but everyone he'd met was.. well. They were in hell so the people who got power were always terrible and used it very selfishly, he would know, he had been Val's favorite at one point.

"No, the only ones who are suited to be overlords are ones who don't give a shit about literally anyone else, and I certainly hope that's not what you're like." He agreed, narrowing his eyes at Vital a little before he shrugged, and let the conversation move on. "They're not to bad, I convinced them to let me teach dance classes, and some of the activities are fun, you just have to go though a little trial and error to find out what."


A tall and robust demon with an imposing presence. His eyes, often faraway, hint at a depth of experience and inner turmoil. He has a tendency to smile even when worried or anxious, demonstrating his resilience and ability to maintain composure in difficult situations. Despite his past misdeeds, he exhibits guilt and doubt which shows his capacity for introspection and remorse. He is thoughtful, caring about those he might leave behind if he escapes Hell. Vital's sociable nature comes through in his interactions with others, yet he also appreciates quiet solitude indicating a balanced personality. His sense of humor remains intact despite the grim circumstances, revealing an optimistic side to him.

Angel wrinkled his nose, he didn't care about Vital having gotten his crewmates killed, as long as it wasn't permadeath it happened all the time in hell. No, what he was upset about was the idea of the other man as an overlord, Angel hated overlords, they were powerful but everyone he'd met was.. well. They were in hell so the people who got power were always terrible and used it very selfishly, he would know, he had been Val's favorite at one point.

"No, the only ones who are suited to be overlords are ones who don't give a shit about literally anyone else, and I certainly hope that's not what you're like." He agreed, narrowing his eyes at Vital a little before he shrugged, and let the conversation move on. "They're not to bad, I convinced them to let me teach dance classes, and some of the activities are fun, you just have to go though a little trial and error to find out what."

Vital gave Angel a guilty look his pointed teeth peeking out in an anxious smile. "I've had my selfish moments. I think everyone here has, but I'd like to think I give a shit and had I become an overlord I'd like to think that I'd keep caring. Charlie and Al have power and I feel like they wouldn't be running this little experiment if they didn't care... well maybe Charlie at least." He chuckled darkly giving Angel's pet another soft pat with his palm.

"I wouldn't mind learning some new dances" He stared up at the ceiling, his expression shifting as he grew more distant recalling the wild dancing of the public houses of Tortuga and the sweeping grand balls of the royal family. "If we run into an especially bad activity would you sneak out with me? Maybe catch a bite to eat?" He asked, snapping back to the present his tone warm and friendly.


A grey-skinned demoness with yellow eyes that sometimes flare like the setting sun. She possesses an air of elegance and refinement in her movements, giving her a sense of control and dominance. Olivia is confident and playful, often teasing Orla while also expressing genuine interest in her well-being. Her personality has a seductive quality, as she easily engages in intimate conversations and physical touch with Orla.

Olivia looked over her as she took off her beautifully tailored jacket and rolled up her sleeves slowly. She began to work in the kitchen, her hands moving to eggs and bacon, and soon the pan was sizzling and spitting out little bits of oil, with the smell of cooking meat and egg wafting over. "Oh as long as you behave, of course. You are my slave, my property but as long as you do what I ask, and do not disobey me. I see no reason why I should demean you to that of a dog... unless you beg me for it." She said with a wicked smile. Her gray skin didn't seem to burn under the hot oil that leapt up and spat on her skin.

She flipped the eggs over quickly before sliding it onto a plate and placed the meal on the table. "Being mine is not a sentence to the life of a pig, you understand." She said before looking over her. "I'm sure though someone would definitely drag you down that road. But do not let my kindness confuse you." She said and squeezed her cheeks between her fingers and thumb to turn the human's head to her. "I am your mistress and you are my slave... your training will be tough. But I believe that once you emerge on the other end you will be a better person, fit for this new world." She said with a soft smile, before leaning in to kiss her on her lips gently. "Then if you have behaved... I will give you a choice."

The young human watched carefully, more where Olivia was taking all the things from since it would make cooking on her own more easy if she had not to search for everything, while staying a bit away. Unlike the gray demoness, she knew her skin was not taking lightly to hot oil landing on it, quite the contrary it did tend to hurt quite a bit. Her cheeks though turned a bit red, had Olivia seen her looking around the floor or had it been something she would have said anyway? Orla did not plan on begging for being treated like an animal, not more than she already was.

Keeping up with listening and watching, the young redhead was waiting, making a face as her cheeks were squeezed and her attention pulled from the plate up to Olivia's face. "Whaammh..." with at first wide open eyes which quickly closed Orla knew better than fighting the short kiss which made her cheeks almost burn despite it being such a short and gentle one. "What kind of... training? I mean, like, what will be tough and... new world? Will there be even more changes? Having creatures like you around is already changing so much for humans like me." she wondered and asked, her eyes darting over to the plate every now and then though and maybe it was the scent of the freshly made food that was distracting her so much she did not even wonder about the choice.

Olivia gave a small chuckle as she slipped sat into the stool, smiling a little as she eyed up her prize. She certainly seemed to be enjoying the view of the naked human as she stared at the food and around. "The new world you have found yourself in, with us here." She said and gestured to the plate, "Dear, I'm sure you can eat and listen, so eat before you do start acting like a dog." She said with a small smile as she lazily rested her head in her hand, it seemed as though anything she did was refined to perfection, and any movement was elegant and deliberate.

"Training in the art of a slave, my slave. You will be learning how to please me, how to appease my own appetites... I don't make do with sloppy service... I will also begin trying to aid in the study of the magical arts occasionally. You may have but a tiny whiff, a fume of potential but it can't help to learn to recognize when you are being messed with." She mused to her with her yellow eyes flashing. "Unless you enjoy being manipulated in such a way." She said and crossed her legs a little, as she sat in a chair. He tail swishing from side to side.

She did just want to leap onto that woman and take her now, but that wouldn't be effective. Building a bit of trust was vital for this, otherwise she'd have a rebellious slave which she would have to break... Olivia was not looking for a mindless doll, not a permanent one at least. "Of course the rules of the contract are also active, but I can also offer other lessons to you, for you to better yourself. But... they will not come cheap." She added a small snake like tongue moving over her darker grey, almost black lips.

Orla was either feeling a bit less conscious about being eyed by Olivia or was to busy thinking about everything else and not tried so much to hide her body since some time and now, being told to eat, she quickly sat down in front of the plate and began to dig in. Like Olivia had said, she was quite able to listen while she was eating and while thinking about the possible meanings at least some pictures coming to her mind must be of the more lewd kind, going by the color of her face.

The talk about learning magic though, got her off guard. Even Orla knew that humans might possess magic and some even have used magic for quite some time out in the open, hiding on stages with magic tricks. Some of them might not have known that they were doing real magic, until non-human creatures like Olivia made their appearance. All Orla knew about herself was, nothing. She never had been tested as the chance of a human who was able to cast magic was such a slim one. But if she could... maybe she could learn something like levitating ingredients while she was cooking, that would be fun and helpful.

"I... do not enjoy being manipulated. Like, the contract... I hate it. But... I don't know if I have any magical power at all. Getting tested, if it is not obvious or very likely, costs a lot of money among humans." the young redhead told Olivia. "And for lessons..." she lowered her cutlery after the last bites. "if you say they are not cheap... how... you know I do not have anything left to pay with."

Olivia gave a soft laugh, though everything about it just seemed to hint to the opposite of the fact. She lightly tapped her fingers on her chin as she gave a small smile to her and leaned in towards Orla, her yellow eyes flaring for a moment, like the setting sun before dimming down. "Well my dear, that is where you are wrong, you have plenty to pay with... and well the contract may have been manipulative but I was looking for someone new... and you have such wonderful hair." She said as her fingers moved over the strands, taking them in before she sniffed it lightly and kissed her cheek.

"If I had wanted a simple doll I would have bought one. But I do like you, you have a personality even if you have been down in the luck pool for a while." She said as she slipped into a chair with elegance that could only be mustered by one of her race. "In short money won't be an issue, but I am interested in seeing what I have procured. And then once our time is done, if you decide to leave then you'll be on an upper foot to avoid something like this... provided you don't want to stay." She mused as she rested her head in her hand and drummed her fingers on the table lightly.

Olivia let out a soft breath as she began again, "Remind me, what is your love life like Orla? Tried anything spicy? Exciting?"


A young human woman with beautiful red hair that catches Olivia's attention. She is somewhat shy and easily flustered, as her cheeks frequently turn red when discussing intimate topics or being touched by Olivia. Despite her submissive position, she displays curiosity and the ability to ask questions about her situation. Her love life has been uneventful, showing a lack of experience or confidence in romantic situations.

Olivia gave a soft laugh, though everything about it just seemed to hint to the opposite of the fact. She lightly tapped her fingers on her chin as she gave a small smile to her and leaned in towards Orla, her yellow eyes flaring for a moment, like the setting sun before dimming down. "Well my dear, that is where you are wrong, you have plenty to pay with... and well the contract may have been manipulative but I was looking for someone new... and you have such wonderful hair." She said as her fingers moved over the strands, taking them in before she sniffed it lightly and kissed her cheek.

"If I had wanted a simple doll I would have bought one. But I do like you, you have a personality even if you have been down in the luck pool for a while." She said as she slipped into a chair with elegance that could only be mustered by one of her race. "In short money won't be an issue, but I am interested in seeing what I have procured. And then once our time is done, if you decide to leave then you'll be on an upper foot to avoid something like this... provided you don't want to stay." She mused as she rested her head in her hand and drummed her fingers on the table lightly.

Olivia let out a soft breath as she began again, "Remind me, what is your love life like Orla? Tried anything spicy? Exciting?"

The young human was blushing, feeling the hand on her hair and then having Olivia getting so close to her face. Finally, her cheeks flushed deep red after the kiss and her eyes lowered down onto the table while she reached up and played wit ha strand of hair herself, curling it around her finger.

"But... even if it is not about money... I... don't understand. Like... what is there I could pay anyone with? And, I am naked... you see everything of me, what you... procured." Orla had to think a bit about what she just learned and then blinked, looking up again. "My time done? What do you mean? Did I miss somet..." and there the human shut up. She had definitely missed a lot of things in the contract, no need to ask if she missed something else, surely there would be lots more that would be revealed to her in time.

"My love life? Mh... well... I doubt... someone like you... would call a vibrator... spicy or exciting?" Orla asked, her cheeks still nicely blushed, maybe even more so than before. Being down on her luck that much had even creeped into her so called love-life which had not been existing


A man of power and wealth, emanating an aura of authority and dominance. His handsome features are complemented by his well-maintained physique, making him irresistibly attractive. He exudes confidence and determination, traits often associated with successful individuals. However, beneath this polished exterior lies a dark obsession and an unyielding desire for control, especially over Victoria. He is manipulative and cunning, willing go great lengths for his desires even if it means crossing ethical boundaries. Despite his domineering personality, he possesses a certain charm which he uses effectively in his interactions. Nevertheless, when confronted or challenged, he displays a ruthless side reflective of his true nature.

The sound of her moan was an encouraging start. Milord returned to trailing his finger over her body, down between her breasts and across her abdomen, threatening her center before drifting away to caress her inner thigh.

"That's not going to happen," he said, his tone suggesting that he was positive of the eventual outcome. "I'm going to make you feel so good, your fiance will pale in comparison."

Milord tore his eyes from her body to find her watching him as if she was thinking about something. He offered another easy smile, his finger moving to rub across her nipples along the outside of her bikini top. He was determined to find all her buttons and press every single one until she couldn't think straight. When she was screaming his name... then, and only then, would she find release.

Victoria was kind of pissed off with herself right now, if only because Milord was touching her very softly, but she was still moaning each time, no matter how much of a tease it was. "And then what? You propose and I marry you?" Victorian said, hoping to help him see how crazy this was. "I'm not going to forget that you came up with an insane ruse just to drug me and be able to do what you want to me." Victoria pointed out. It seemed like no matter how mean she was to him, Milord was undeterred. He just... kept teasing and touching her gently, making her moan at the sensations. Her breasts were sensitive, and Milord was learning that quickly. Even though Victoria didn't want to be moaning because of her damn boss, it wasn't like she could help herself. She was completely at Milord's mercy, and he knew it as well as she did.

"Marriage will come in time," he promised before moving away to rummage through a nearby drawer. Inside, he found a pair of scissors that he brought back to the table. Careful of her skin, he ran the cold blade up to the string between her two bikini cups that held the entire top in place. With one clean snip, he cut the fabric and the cups fell away, exposing her chest to his hungry eyes.

"Mm, isn't that better?" Milord cupped one of her bare breasts and squeezed lightly, pleased at the feel of the soft, warm flesh between his fingers. She was so soft, so perfect, and the reaction he was getting from merely brushing against her nipples was encouraging his behavior as much as it was turning him on.

"Moan for me again," he said under a heavy breath as he took her right nipple between his finger and thumb, squeezing and twisting the soft nub.

So that was Milord's plan. He was absolutely determined to get what he wanted, which happened to be her. What was it with powerful men and insisting on getting whatever they wanted? Victoria wasn't particularly attracted to Milord, not that he wasn't handsome. She just, didn't let her eyes wander. Victoria was faithful to the man she loved. Victoria frowned as Milord returned with metal scissors. She wished this wasn't happening, but it wasn't like she could do much to stop Milord. He had made sure of that fact. Milord knew she would have fought him off if need be, which was why she was tied down. She didn't much like the fact that her decent sized breasts were quickly exposed to Milord, who immediately cupped one and squeezed, making Victoria moan even louder.

The worst thing? Milord was turning her on. It wasn't that she was attracted to him, but more that he was playing with her breasts. Victoria was starting to get wet, and realized she was thankful that she still had her bikini bottoms on. Milord was handsome, and Victoria would be lying if she said she wasn't somewhat attracted to him, but he was forcing her into this, and she wasn't a fan of that. But, Milord was an experienced man. He knew what he was doing. Victoria soon moaned yet again as he played with her nipple. Fuck. Victoria was also realizing one other important thing. At this rate, Milord was going to think she actually wanted this.

"That's a good girl," he murmured at the sound of her moan, brushing his thumb across the nipple he had pinched, attempting to relieve the sharpness of his pinch. It was hard to ignore how quickly her soft sounds had made him needy and he wanted to take her in a wild expression of passion, but he needed to move slowly, to savor her, to worship her body with his hands and his mouth before ever allowing her anything close to an orgasm. He wanted her juices to be dripping down her legs, her muscles twitching, her pussy throbbing for his cock. She'd beg eventually, she had to, or she would find herself tied to this table for far longer than was comfortable, or safe.

With the thought of her juices, he moved the scissors to the string at her hip and cut that as well, pulling the small square of fabric from her body, exposing everything. He merely stood over her then, standing at the end of the table between her legs, admiring her body as well as patting himself on the back for such an impressive plan. Finally, finally, she was his.

Victoria closed her eyes, but kept moaning for Milord. It was almost like he had stalked her, learned over the course of a few nights, all the things she liked in bed. It wouldn't even surprise her if that was true, at this point. When she opened her eyes, Victoria glanced over, seeing immediately how hard Milord already was. It seemed like she wasn't going to get any choice in this, and Victoria had to wonder if that was the answer in itself. To pretend that Milord was everything she had ever wanted. It probably wouldn't work, considering Milord had made it clear that everyone working on this resort knew what he was doing, and would not help her.

Granted, she could... drain someone in front of them to make them bend to her will, but Milord was probably paying them exceptionally well to pretend this was normal. Before much longer, Milord cut off her bikini bottom and pulled it off of her, no doubt immediately noticing she was wet. "You are handsome, you know." Victoria said softly. "Come here and show my why I should be yours...?" Victoria suggested in a bit of a purr. Hey, if giving in would at least prevent her from being tied up to this table, she would do so.

"Look how wet you are, I've barely touched you..." Milord trailed off, brushing his fingers along her inner thighs as he basked in the glory of her body. Her words made his hands stop, and he pulled them away, looking at her face.

"...cute, but that isn't going to work with me, Victoria. You forget, I know you. How many years has it been now? I know your mischievous mind." As if to emphasis his words, he pinched both of her nipples in sync, pulling up on them until her breasts strained with the violence of it. When he released them, her breasts jiggled as they settled back to their typical position. He smirked, pressing a warm hand against her abdomen as he continued. "Mind games aren't going to work on me, darling, how about you try a different tactic?"

Victoria glared at Milord as he talked about her being wet. It wasn't like she wanted to be wet for him, but he was teasing her and causing it with his touches alone. She was... admittedly, weak to a man's touch. It didn't matter who it was. She groaned as she heard Milord, if only because she was kind of hoping he wouldn't know she had ulterior motives. He pinched her nipples and pulled, making Victoria scream in pain. Was this how it was going to be? If she tried to play him and escape, he would hurt her? How could anyone want her but still want to hurt her?

"Do you really know me though?" Victoria pointed out, wondering how determined Milord had been. "What's my favorite restaurant?" If Milord knew which one it was, it definitely meant he had either stalked her, or had someone watching her. She had done her best to keep her private life private, to the extent that Victoria had only shown Milord her engagement ring in hopes it would get him to stop chasing her. At least her ring was still on her finger for now. Victoria suspected Milord would get rid of it soon enough, considering how jealous he was about it. "Can't. I don't have another idea yet." Victoria admitted, feeling frustrated that she couldn't seem to come up with any way to get out of this situation Milord had put her in. "You're such an ass, you do know that right?" Victoria said coldly. "You begged me to come on this stupid trip, just so you could tie me up and force yourself on me?"

"Now, see, that's more like the Victoria I know," Milord said, returning to his soft caresses of her body. As she asked her silly questions, he leaned over her body, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked at her nipple gently, flicking his tongue in practiced circles around it as she complained about her predicament again. As he worked his mouth on her nipple, his hand moved down her body, separating the lips of her pussy with his fingers to expose her clit. He pressed his thumb directly on the soft spot, moving in slow circles that matched the movement of his tongue. He continued like this until she stopped asking questions, completely focused on the warmth of her body.


A 23-year-old vampire woman of enticing beauty. Her youthful appearance masks an underlying strength and a ruthless survival instinct, characteristic traits of her vampiric nature. She possesses an alluring body and is aware of its effect on others, sometimes using it for manipulation. Despite being bound by a powerful man's obsessions, she remains defiant and resourceful in face of adversity. She has a strong sense of loyalty towards her fiancé which reinforces her determination not only against Milord's advances but also in maintaining control over her bloodlust as much as possible. However, when pushed beyond limits, she becomes a fearsome predator, unafraid of unleashing her true nature upon those who cross her path.

"Now, see, that's more like the Victoria I know," Milord said, returning to his soft caresses of her body. As she asked her silly questions, he leaned over her body, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked at her nipple gently, flicking his tongue in practiced circles around it as she complained about her predicament again. As he worked his mouth on her nipple, his hand moved down her body, separating the lips of her pussy with his fingers to expose her clit. He pressed his thumb directly on the soft spot, moving in slow circles that matched the movement of his tongue. He continued like this until she stopped asking questions, completely focused on the warmth of her body.

Victoria moaned as Milord took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked while also flicking his tongue around. He was skilled, and obviously knew how to make her moan and give in to his whims. Especially once he began to play with her clit with his finger. Victoria's moans got even louder, and her hips bucked up to make it even easier for Milord to continue. She noted he didn't answer any of her questions, which made her wonder if Milord loved the person he thought he knew, and not her at all. Maybe that would be his downfall. She could try harder to get him to dislike her, assuming she ever got free of this stupid table. There was also another problem for her, one that Milord didn't know about. It was beginning to present itself, and Victoria realized she hadn't planned this out that well. Well, she certainly hadn't planned to be tied down. Blood lust was soon her entire focus, Victoria wasn't even moaning for Milord anymore. Her eyes had gone completely red, and she craned her neck and head almost desperately towards Milord.

It had been a long time since Victoria had ever let herself get to this point because she was careful to seem normal around the humans she worked with. But in this moment, the brute strength that came with blood lust took over. Victoria yanked her arms and the rope from the table, breaking it in the process. Milord was no longer her boss, he was prey. Victoria pulled her feet free with ease as well, before she pushed Milord off of her. She stalked up to him and shoved him against the wall before she suddenly bit into his neck and sucked his blood until it got to the point where Milord was about to pass out and she deemed she was satisfied enough for now.

"Hope you don't care about your staff much." Victoria said darkly, glaring at Milord. "I'm going to leave a trail of bodies in my wake." Victoria said, opening the door, stalking out of the room naked as she searched for her next victim. Luckily, she came across a maid, and Victoria immediately bit the woman's neck and sucked, almost animalistically, to the point where her mouth was blood covered as she greedily sucked. It wasn't a short process to drain a person, but Victoria had time, not to mention, she was desperate. Milord hadn't been enough to satiate her.


A 15-year-old girl with distinctive green hair. She is comfortable in her own skin and has a strong, confident presence. Her personality is multifaceted; she can switch from being a caring friend to playing the role of a seductive temptress seamlessly. Jessi is also quite intuitive, quickly picking up on Liza's insecurities and trying to help her overcome them. She enjoys teasing and pushing boundaries but knows when to pull back as well. Despite her outward confidence, she admits to having moments of insecurity and fear herself, making her more relatable and human.

Inspecting what Liza had pulled out and held out for Jessi to see, the teenage girl with green hair tried to imagine Liza in it and slowly nodded. Yes, she had the right idea, however... She wanted to reply something, but then she realized that the girl kept looking at something else. Following her gaze, she saw the corsets and immediately made the connection. "Hmmm... perhaps, buuut..."

Guiding Liza, she forced her to put away the babydoll again and instead led her over to the lace corsets. "Perhaps we'll find something here that is for a slender girl like you... And if not, I might have an idea where we can find something that would, however, be a bit more... well, raunchy. If you want."

"I can't deny that wearing something slutty sounds kind of exciting, but let's be real; I'm a 'Little Miss Innocent'; if I try to pull something like that off, I'd just look like I was wearing a Halloween costume. And don't change the subject; are you saying that this kind of stuff really does get you flustered and blushing deep down, and you're just good at faking it?"

"Well, someone once said: 'fake it till you make it'. Or something like that," replied Jessi with a small smile as she already began to sort through the corsets and search for something that could actually fit Liza. Sadly, most, if not all, seemed to be made for someone with a larger bust than she possessed and mostly for more than what Jessi herself had; no big surprise there. Throwing a glance at Liza, she then smirked and turned to face her fully. "Of course, I'm a bit afraid and flustered; what if someone who knows me sees me, what if I try to be sexy and then I stumble and oh my gosh, that would be so embarrassing..."

Suddenly she made another step forward and practically lunged forward, sauntering up to Liza with a sensual motion, far closer than she perhaps should have been. Biting her lower lip and with her best bedroom eyes, she then seductively practically moaned, "But you know... that's half the fun. The excitement... the beating of the heart... the wobbling knees... I put on a cloak and I make it my own. I play the rebellious child, and I become the rebellious child... I play the hot teenage girl, and I become the hot teenage girl... I play the horny, sexy, craaaazy... "

She had now come even closer and was practically on top of Liza, close enough to be smelled and for her to feel her body heat, yet still not touching her, Jessi's fingers slowly crawling up Liza's arm. "...slut that loves to be fucked in the ass like a dirty bitch and you... believe it, don't you?" She then winked at Liza with a playful grin and stepped back again. "I really should go into drama, don't you think?"

Liza was stunned and secretly a bit excited by Jessi's sudden display. "Yeah, um... well... wow!" she said with a sudden shuddering hitch in her voice. "The way you just turn it on and off like that, I'll... I'll never be able to act that well."

Suddenly a troubling thought occurred to Liza, "Hey, if you're that good at acting, how can anyone tell if you're... I don't know... being the real you, I guess? For all I know, you could be acting now; just pretending to be my friend as a favor to Eric; or maybe as a setup for a big prank, that ends with everyone pointing and laughing at the gullible nerd, and 'oh my god, I can't believe she fell for it'?" Liza gazed at the older girl, with troubled eyes that almost begged for any kind of sigh that she was just being paranoid. "I mean you just went from best friends, to vamping super slut, and back again so fast I think I have whiplash. So which one is the real you?"

For a moment Jessi stared at Liza, struck by just how smart this girl really was. She had grasped such a strange foreign concept in a matter of seconds and ran with it and come to a logical, but also frightening conclusion and all that in a time in which everyone else would most likely still try to sort themselves out. Wow, Eric, your girlfriend is so definitely smarter than you. So much more so, if also sometimes, perhaps a bit naive.

She needed a moment to comprehend that, and by the time she was done, her face and her posture had settled, and she seemed much more relaxed, now once again the cool older friend of Liza, not that seductive vamp. She opened her mouth, said nothing, then closed it again, and then shrugged. "I guess... well, all of them are really the real me. I mean, parts of me. I am a bitch sometimes. And a strong, confident young woman. And an insecure girl. And a friend. And a teasing older sister. I mean... it's not like we are made up of, like, just one thing or stuff. We are a lot of, um, well, parts and oh my God, that's complicated..."

She groaned, turned around in what seemed to be frustration, and struck a somewhat dramatic pose before stopping in her turn with her facing the lace corsets. Pulling one out made out of baby blue fabric and made for slender, smaller women, the smallest size there actually, she held it up and in front of Liza, while saying, in a tone that was obviously teasing as she was overacting, "Gosh, why do you have to be so smart? That's sooooo... ugh, can you please stop asking intelligent questions, I'm so not prepared for that..."

She giggled and pushed the corset into the arms of Liza. "Here, try that out. Oh and if you can trust me... well, it will always be a leap of faith. With everyone and everything. You just have to... trust, I guess. As do I."

"Easy to say," Liza replied, taking the satin and lace garment and turning toward the changing room, "But I don't trust people easily; years of hard work and experience have taught me it's a bad idea. On a different subject, see if you can find some matching panties and stockings for this. If I'm going this far, I might as well take it to the extreme."

"Well, I can say anything I want to you, in the end, it always comes down to you believing me, no matter what I like to say," replied Jessi with what could have become a real shrug if she had cared for it, while she had already begun to look for the items Liza had requested. It wasn't like she hadn't thought that she should get them anyway, only the top without the rest would be kinda stupid. All the way or not at all, that's what she thought. She needed a moment, but she actually managed to find matching stockings, no panties though. "Hmmm, gimme a moment..."

"Gee thanks, you make me sound like one of those suckers who fall for those scam emails from a Nigerian prince." As she made her quip over the changing room door, Liza found herself pleasantly surprised by the garment as she put it on. She'd been expecting something with multiple panels and laces everywhere; something that required a second or third set of hands to get into. In contrast, this corset was barely more complicated than a bra, just a hidden stretch panel and rows of eyehooks. She had to use the furthest row of eyes, but she managed to get the thing to sit snugly around her middle.

"Well, you're the one who said that you don't have much experience with people," commented and replied Jessi as she pushed herself, more slipped actually, into the large changing room, closing the door behind her, a blue piece of fabric in hand. She had actually found matching panties and was about to say something about that as she realized that Liza actually wore the sensual undergarments. And thus her eyes nearly boggled, looking at Liza, nearly licking her lips. Finally, after a second, she smiled and it seemed as if she wanted to to whistle but did barely catch herself in time. "Wow... This is... wow... you look great."

With most of her clothes removed, it became clear to Jessi that Liza's lack of breasts was at least partially an illusion caused by her choice of clothes, which leaned toward loose fitting or thick and bulky. With those layers stripped away, she could see that the younger girl was developing, what would one day soon, become a small B-cup. Already, they were a pair of small, fleshy cones, crowned by pointy nipples that were, at the moment, so hard they could be seen even through the fabric of the corset.

"Thanks," Liza replied to her friend, as she gestured to herself, "I can't exactly go running around the store like this." It was only then that Jessi noticed that other than the corset and a pair of ankle socks, Liza had stripped completely nude. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the thin, downy, patch of coppery curls covering her mound.

Jessi had to admit, the girl was rocking it. She didn't had much, but what she had was smokin' if she was allowed to say so. Slim, slender, and nubile, her body downright elfin in looks. For a moment, her eyes hovered on the small, thin patch of coppery curls over her most intimate parts before she pulled her eyes away and gave Liza a once-over. "You know... let's try something."

She stepped up to Liza and then around her, handing her the panties. "Here, try them on. And then... Do me a favor, okay? Look at the mirror and tell me what you see." She herself positioned herself behind Liza, allowing her to fully see herself in the mirror. Time to give her some confidence.

Taking the panties and stockings, Liza began to bend and shift in the confined space of the changing room, pressing and brushing against Jessi as she slipped the panties on, then began rolling the stockings up to her thighs before fastening them in place with the clips of the corset.

Taking a deep breath, Liza finally stood straight, her eyes closed, then turned to the mirror, and opened her eyes. Jessi could see a play of conflicting emotions on her friend's face; on the one hand, she saw suppressed and hopeful wonder; on the other, cold, clinical cynicism, and most of all, unfailingly critical of everything, especially herself. As the younger girl seemed to collapse in on herself, Jessi knew which had won before she'd even spoken. "A stupid little girl, playing dress up!" she replied with a whispered sigh.

Hmmm, that was what Jessi had feared she might hear, but that wasn't everything. Standing behind Liza, she stepped closer, a lot closer really, and slung her arms slowly and carefully around the younger girl's midsection, her fingers crawling forward, slowly and sensually. A smile danced across her lips as she looked into the mirrored face of Liza, making eye contact with her. With a tone that was barely louder than that of Liza, she asked, "Okay... and what else?"

"Eep!!" came a tiny, high pitched yelp, as Jessi's fingers played across Liza's ribs. "Don't, I'm ticklish!" she giggled, as she jumped slightly and began to squirm. That, in turn, led Jessi's hand to slip forward and brush across her budding breast, which turned her giggles into a gasp of surprise. "Umm, Jessi......" she said haltingly as a bright pink flush began to creep up her chest and neck.

Jessi did notice what was happening, and for a second she was shocked about this development, but then she nearly smirked pleased as she realized that this was perhaps just perfect. With a smile, she kept looking at Liza's face in the mirror, keeping eye contact while whispering into her ear, her hands retreating slightly from her budding breasts and more to her sides. "Ssshhh... don't think about that... just... Look at the mirror, look at that slender girl in those seductive blue dreams come true... tell me, what do you see?"

Liza took a long, deep breath to calm her suddenly racing heart. "Well... I don't know? This stuff does kind of make me look sexy, I guess. But come on, it's like cheating; a five-year old would look hot in this getup! Take that away, and it's still just me. Same pimply, freckled face, same small tits, same flat butt, same knobby knees, and spindly, stork legs I see every day. The only standout thing about me is my hair; it's really red, not strawberry blond or rosewood brown; and it has a little bit of wavy curls, but not so much that I look like a clown."

As the young girl continued to study herself, she hit upon another feature: "Oh, yeah, my eyes! I don't need glasses... and their not green like the stereotype, their blue. Not quite the same shade of blue as this, but almost," she said, indicating the underwear she was modeling. "More like an old, faded, really soft, comfy pair of jeans."

For a while Jessi let Liza ramble on, while standing behind her, before shifting forward and pushing her own body against that of the younger girl. Even through her own clothing, she could feel the heat of her protege, could feel her slight trembling as she softly all but rubbed against her, her slender hands crawling up and down Liza's sides. Cradling her face into the neck of Liza, she let her breath dance over her skin, shifting slightly and pushing her head next to that of the younger girl. "You know what I see?", she whispered in a tone that wouldn't be out of place coming from a sensual femme fatal in a dingy, lit backroom, seducing the strapping young hero. "I see a confident, strong, devilish smart young woman wanting to break out of this body... I see freckles a certain boy would love to kiss, every single one of them... I see cute swellings of tender, soft, enticing flesh in the right places, indicating that soon they will grow into something that will make every boy and man go crazy with lust..."

Before Liza could reply, even if she didn't even want to say something, she suddenly placed a finger on her mouth. "Ssshhh, don't speak... just listen... listen and see... you see this sexy young minx before you? You see the way her lips sensually turn slightly upwards, the way her eyes are cute and innocent and yet so powerful and deep? Now... don't tell me you don't see this angel-like face, this hot yet cute body... and speaking of knees, I bet a certain boy, a lot of boys actually, would love to see you on them." She just couldn't resist that last tease before pulling away her finger from Liza's lips.

Liza had managed to detach herself from the sensations Jessi's fingers sent coursing through her body for a time, but as the older girl whispered in her ear, with her hot, sensual breath, she couldn't maintain that detachment. As Jessi continued to speak, her mind went blank; no not blank, rather it swam with erotic, half-formed fantasies. Images of others doing a plethora of sexual things to her, things she'd only read about in books; and the things she would do in kind.

Liza would never fully remember all the things Jessi had whispered to her; only one word in three would penetrate the sudden storm of lust the older girl had caused; the rest was lost in the torrent of sudden heat of her trembling body. "Oh God, you're going to get me into soooooo much trouble," she replied at last, in a low voice, heavy with her excitement.

Recognizing the shiver in Liza's voice and the way her smaller body shuddered and shook, her skin heated up, and her breath came faster, Jessi nearly groaned in excitement herself. The small thing was just too precious, too enticing, a sexy little thing. Damn Eric, you lucky bastard. With a cheeky grin on her features, Jessi pushed her body against that of her red-head, freckled protege, her hands running up and down her sides, her hot breath dancing over her skin. "You know... good girls go to heaven... but the bad girls..." And now she kissed Liza's neck, softly biting her even. "...go everywhere."