A young man who is frustrated and unhappy about the situation he has been thrust into. He has messy bed hair and a disheveled appearance. He is stubborn, resentful, and prefers to keep to himself. He is determined to avoid any interaction with Rose and seeks solace in activities like playing the piano and ordering pizza.

"Um, hey." Jack smiled, "What's up?" His parents looked at each other and approached the bed. "Jack..." His father said, clearing his throat, "There is something we need to discuss... It's about you and that girl, and your stupid relationship with each other." Jack frowned, sighing as he closed his book, "Your point?" Jack asked, wincing. There were many things he owed his parents, and he would pay them back with whatever they asked for... that was something that he had told himself.

"Wednesday... you are going to be leaving with her on a vacation to Greece. For the entire summer." Jack's eyes flashed and he sat up, "Wait-" He tried to say before his parents flashed him a hard glare, "Everything has been arranged with her parents. We have your ticket and your hotel room is booked, but they are separate rooms."

"What the hell..." Jack growled, not like this situation at all. His mother stepped forward, "You need to get rid of this stupid rivalry. It puts a lot of pressure on us, and you need to cool it!" Jack sighed, falling onto his back on his bed. He owed his parents... so he would have to do this... "Damnit... DAMNIT!" He yelled, "I guess I don't have a choice...!" He glared at his parents who were already leaving his room. Spend a whole summer with her? That was going to be hell...

It was Tuesday night, and Rose was truly dreading the coming of tomorrow. She wish it wouldn't come. Wednesday's, for the rest of her remaining life, would surely be the worst day EVER. Still angry and not speaking to her parents, Rose packed her bags, making sure to include everything she needed. How she was going to get through the summer being so close to... him... made her want to die. Growling, she fiercely snapped her suitcase close, pushing it to the floor with her duffel bag, containing more clothes, those having much more value. She turned on her computer, sitting at the desk, and waited for it to come on. Drumming her fingers on the wooden desk, she stared dully at the screen, slowly starting up.

Once it was on, and she entered her password, Rose went to her e-mail and checked her new messages. She had a couple from her friends. They didn't have cell phones, so e-mail was their only way of communication until they got the handheld devices. She read through the e-mails, and sent quick replies. After finishing what she had to do there, she went to YouTube and watched a few music videos and listened to music. Glancing at the time, Rose yawned noticing it was almost eleven. She shut off her computer and took her jeans off, throwing them in the dirty clothes. She pulled her hair down from the ponytail, and shut off her light, snuggling down in bed, dreading tomorrow.

On the same night, Jack was simply practicing fluently on his family's piano that was in one of the guest rooms. He was trying to take his mind off of the whole situation that was taking place tomorrow... that was going to be a terrible thing to him. Being close to a woman like her... isn't something that one would want. He was completely pissed at his parents for making this happen... he was in college! The only reason he was listening to them was because of what he owed them... and that was something he had to pay back. He hated that girl and wanted nothing to do with her.

When he had finished, he simply ordered pizza for the night. He was trying to at least make some good use with what time he had left... he had already packed, and was now just doing what he could at home. When his pizza had arrived, he shut himself into his room, dreading the next day that was going to come... and it would start with her at the airport. He cursed, shaking his head at the thought of it. Why did they have to be on the same plane... the same hotel...

Rose groaned and turned over as sunlight streamed in through her curtains, and her alarm began buzzing. It was time. Sighing in annoyance, she turned off her alarm and threw the blanket off her figure, throwing her legs to the side and sitting up. She stretched her arms and back before standing, holding in a yawn. It was seven, and the flight left at eleven, so she had time to get ready. It was just seeing him that put her in a crabby mood. She grabbed a dark blue dress, black sandals, and clean undergarments as she went into her bathroom and took a hot, relaxing shower. It soothed her mood just a small bit.

Once done, Rose put on her black bra and matching underwear, and brushed through her wet, tangled hair. She then brushed her teeth and got dressed. After her clothes were on, she looked into the mirror in her bathroom and sprayed mousse in her hair, scrunching it. After she stepped back, she put on a small bit of lip-gloss and went downstairs to get a quick bite to eat. It was now almost nine, and in another hour, she would be heading to the airport. Oh joy.

Jack had woken up feeling completely unrefreshed and unhappy. He had gone to bad with bad feelings and hateful memories, so he didn't sleep too well. The sun had beamed across his face as if it was yelling at him to get up, which he quickly did. Tossing off his blankets quickly and yawning loudly, the young man was now slowly getting to his feet. His bed hair was always terrible... it scattered around on his head, pointing off in random directions as it strangely defied gravity. He sighed and ran his hands through it. He needed to clean up.

He had quickly showered and shaved, getting into a pair of jeans and a fresh white T-shirt. His hair was still wet when he rampaged through his fridge, looking for anything to eat. Today wasn't going to go so well... he could just feel it. He glanced at the clock to see that it was eight thirty, not exactly in a rush to get to the airport.

Spending the rest of her happy time alone, she watched a little TV, her cat laying beside her, snuggled up next to her thighs. "Rose, time to grab your stuff and let's go!" Came her mother's voice. Her father wasn't feeling good, so he was in bed and her mother took of work to take care of him, and see her off to the airport. She had her own car, but Rose much preferred her parents taking her, so she wouldn't have to leave her car at the airport. It wasn't much, but she loved that car a lot. Got her to where she needed to go, and it was amazing on gas.

About ten minutes, they were pulling into the airport. "Bye, sweetie. Call us when you land, okay?" Rose just nodded and grabbed her passport and bags from the trunk. "Love you!" Her mother called out, waving. "You too." She blandly replied, going inside and going through security. The flight left in almost five minutes, and Jack still hadn't arrived. Hopefully he won't. She mused in her head, grinning at the pleasant thought.

"What are you smiling about?..." Jack grunted, a person moving in front of him so that he was in full view, "I hope you don't actually think this trip is going to be fun." He had just gotten to the airport and had driven up himself. He wasn't exactly in the mood to see his parents, but he left after he at least said goodbye. He wouldn't exactly forgive them for a while, but they were his parents after all. And here he was, trying not to look at the girl that was standing in front of him.

He walked over and sat down a row behind her, being a pretty good distance away. Sure, the plane ride would probably suck, but maybe he could sleep through it. The vacation might not be so bad as long as he made it clear that he didn't want to see her.

Taking a seat and waiting for her plane number to be called, Rose leaned back and relaxed, then stiffened and sat up when she heard his voice. "Oh, I just thought it was funny you decided to dress up for the trip." She grinned, standing up and grabbing her bags when their plane was called. Bouncing off to the terminal, trying to be in as much of a cheerful mood as possible, Rose pulled out her phone and let everyone know she was about to board, and her phone would be off until they landed.

Not bothering to see if he was behind her, she gave her ticket to the middle-aged man and got onto the plane. They were on coach, but it didn't bother her. She stuffed a bag above her seat and sat down beside the window, chilling back.

"Better then looking like a witch." Jack spat back at her when the plane number was called. He didn't bother telling anyone that he was boarding... he was still in a very upset mood but he wouldn't try to show it. He took out his iPod and set the headphones into his ears as they got onto the plane, not planning on listening or talking to her at all during the ride. He had his laptop in his bag, but didn't feel like taking it out since she would probably try to make fun of anything she would see on there.

Of course, they had to sit next to each other on the plane, but he knew best to ignore her as he turned up his iPod volume. He plopped down beside her and closed his eyes, planning on trying to fall asleep for the entire flight.


A young woman who is displeased with the circumstances. She has a casual yet presentable appearance, wearing a dark blue dress and applying minimal makeup. She exhibits signs of frustration and irritability, particularly when it comes to being in close proximity to Jack.

Taking a seat and waiting for her plane number to be called, Rose leaned back and relaxed, then stiffened and sat up when she heard his voice. "Oh, I just thought it was funny you decided to dress up for the trip." She grinned, standing up and grabbing her bags when their plane was called. Bouncing off to the terminal, trying to be in as much of a cheerful mood as possible, Rose pulled out her phone and let everyone know she was about to board, and her phone would be off until they landed.

Not bothering to see if he was behind her, she gave her ticket to the middle-aged man and got onto the plane. They were on coach, but it didn't bother her. She stuffed a bag above her seat and sat down beside the window, chilling back.


An attractive individual who catches the attention of Simon. He is submissive in nature, finding himself in a vulnerable position as Simon's "pet." Despite his situation, he has aspirations for self-improvement and desires to find something he truly enjoys doing. His resilience and ability to adapt to difficult circumstances hint at an inner strength within him.

Jake's eyes shut tightly as he gasped once more when he felt Simon move deeper into him. He couldn't help the groans that came out of him as he was fucked a bit harder making him rock into the bed under him. "Aaaahhhh..." He moaned out as the pain suddenly mixed with pleasure when Simon hit his sweet spot. He could feel the other's teeth on his skin, which only serve to make him moan once more.

As he heard the other's words he knew that he wasn't lying it made him shiver just thinking of how he would be led to this whenever Simon pleased. "I can't..." He gasped out before his breath hitch when the thrusts went deeper and faster. He dug his fingers into the bed below him as he was left to moan out each and every time he felt him hit the spot. He wasn't sure if the pain was gone or not, but if it wasn't his body didn't seem to care.

He kept his eyes shut tight as he tried to close of one of his sense while all the other's seemed to be going into overload. His back was arched some from the bed as he dug his legs into Simon's shoulders.

"You can't what? Hmn, you must like this." Simon winced as the feet found their way to his shoulders, but he was okay after awhile. He went harder and faster, gripping his hips tighter. Simon was actually enjoying it this time, well, as much as the other did, maybe even more. "I'm so, close Jake..god, so close."

Jake could feel every thrust inside of him and as they became harder and faster he seemed to loose the pain that he had felt before. All he could do was gasps and moan at every thrust sent him into a ride of pleasure whenever his sweet spot was hit. His back arched from the bed as he could feel himself coming close to the edge. "Aaahhh" With a few more thrust he found himself moaning out louder as his seed spilled onto his stomach and chest and his walls closed tightly around Simon's member inside of him.

"Oh god yes.." Simon rocked into him as quickly as before, still about to cum. At last he rammed in him as far as he could go, cumming deep inside him, staying there for awhile longer. Gently pulling out he looked down at the man and smiled a small bit, it going away just as quickly as it showed up.

Rolling next to Jake, he untied him, throughing what ever it was to the ground for now. Simon brought him closer, wishing only to fall asleep. "Jack, what if I did let you go, would you ever come back?"

Jake let out another gasp as he felt the other fill him up. His body ached everywhere and as his bounds were taken away he could only let himself stay limply on the bed. He didn't fight against Simon's hold as he let his eyes fall close barely catching the question. "I don't think I should be answering anything at this moment." He said his voice low and shaky as he tried to let the exhaustion take him.

"Yes, I guess so..." Simon smiled briefly and got up. "I'm going to trust you, and hopefully you sill not run. But I still have business to do. Do excuse me will you?" As the young prince had said these things he got dressed, having to do his layers of robes over again. It was worth it for a time to have sex, but to put on clothes after words, was just a pain and torture. He moved his hand through dark hair, smiling lightly, but only for a few. "...Loves..." Simon quickly left the room as he said this, but saying it so quietly that the other probably did not hear.

Jake tried to move onto a sitting position on the bed, but he was grunting in pain before he could get far. He could feel the mess of his orgasm on his chest and abdomen as well as prince's own cum inside of him. He turned to his side once more as he moved to the edge of the bed wanting to grab a hold of anything to clean the mess on his skin. Thoughts of trying to escape were on his mind, but he wasn't attempting anything in this condition; let alone something that would just worsen things.

Simon had wondered what the other thought of him briefly, but then thought of where to find his host and business partner. Moving down an empty hall and going down a flight of stares, he found the man at last. He smiled to him and roared a loud hello. "Did I scare you, or did something rub you the wrong way, to make you jump like that?"

The man jumped at the other's voice before quickly shaking his head. "No not at all. I presume you have everything fixed with your pet?" He asked though from the sound that echoed from the stairs before he guessed there really was no negative answer to his question. "We should discuss what we came here for now shouldn't we?"

"Yes, that would be wise. Now, wear were we? ...Hmn, oh yes the festival, right?" Simon looked at the man who seemed to be a little off. He pushed that aside and thought back to business, not even caring about his pet, not at the moment at least. As he talked on and on about what was possible to happen, whether the either towns would hold it or what not. The decore was another hard choice for the both of them to agree on. As everything was settled, the prince had walked to the room to get his pet, it being past the sunset and well into the night.

"My little pet, it is time to go. I'm sure my bed is more comfortable than these. And you must be starving."

Jake had managed to remove some of the mess on his skin with the bed covers and had then ended up falling asleep while the prince took his time making his deal. When he heard the voice inside the room he begun to stir out of sleep to let his eyes slowly open and fall upon the other. His first reaction was to move back some but his body reacted against the movement making him groan out some. He noticed that the light had mostly gone by now and it seemed it was rather late. He moved out of the bed and stood grabbing for his clothes. "We're returning back tot the castle then?" He asked as he kept his eyes away from the other while he tried to dress as quickly and as best as he could.

"Yeah. We're going back." Simon turned his back and expected the other to follow, leaving the room. He didn't know what was going to happen with this man that was his pet. He was getting bored of him already. There should be some way for him not to get bored, because when he got bored of things, he threw them away, whatever was making him bored. The prince hummed to himself, thinking was the reason behind it.

"What do you want most of all, Jake." Simon had said, a sort of accent coming into play as he talked. It was sort of thick, heavy.

Jake sighed as he stood as best as he could and moved to follow the other feeling the strain that he put on his still sore body. The question took him somewhat by surprise which made him stop for a moment. "I'm guessing besides what I've asked for before." He spoke before shaking his head a bit. "Before being brought to you by the guards I wanted to make something better of myself. To find something that would really enjoy doing. Why do you ask?"


A young prince with dark hair with an air of authority and charm. He enjoys intimate encounters and has a dominant personality. Despite his authoritative position, he shows moments of vulnerability and consideration for others, suggesting that he cares about how he is perceived by his people. His willingness to help Jake achieve his dreams indicates a compassionate side beneath the surface.

Jake sighed as he stood as best as he could and moved to follow the other feeling the strain that he put on his still sore body. The question took him somewhat by surprise which made him stop for a moment. "I'm guessing besides what I've asked for before." He spoke before shaking his head a bit. "Before being brought to you by the guards I wanted to make something better of myself. To find something that would really enjoy doing. Why do you ask?"

"No reason really... What do you like doing? Maybe if you continue to stay, I could possibly make this dream of yours come true. After all, I am the prince. I can do things for my people, whether it be a pet or another one of the people." Simon was just talking to talk, to pass time, but he really did want to know. Something about the man, whether it be his looks or not, or his beautiful eyes, he wanted to help. He didn't want to seem like a bad prince to his people after all.


Matt's mother. An attractive older woman, maintaining a fit and toned body that can elicit desire even from her son. Her personality is complex: outwardly, she displays concern and maternal care but internally, she harbors deep-seated desires and fantasies. She exhibits a manipulative side, expertly playing the innocent while subtly encouraging Matt's actions. Despite being in an uncomfortable situation, she maintains control over it by using her sexuality to guide the events to align with her hidden fantasies. This shows she's adventurous with a penchant for taboo situations.

"And... what is that grinding on me? You aren't... um. Honey you aren't turned on are you? I'm not mad if you are but I'm your mother and it's not at all appropriate. I understand you're a grown man and men have reactions to women, but you need to focus on getting me unstuck, okay?" Crystal's little sexy plea for attention would feel more realistic if she made a half-hearted attempt to refuse—but she hoped Matt would understand that for this no would mean yes please!

Matt was rock hard now, fully erect but constrained by his pants. He listened to her, fingers digging into her hips a little as he pulled back. But he pulled and released, pulled and released—a motion more similar to thrusting into her than a steady tug of war pull. The view was stimulating and the feel of a female body pressing against his hard cock was intoxicating. It didn't matter that it was his own mother!

"I'm sorry... I'm trying." He stammers back. She could feel his hard-on! But she wasn't moving away from it. Her ass just continued to wiggle against him even as he ground against her. His eyes were forever downcast, watching her ass.

So he tried something new. His hands slid down then up over her ass—spreading her cheeks briefly—before gripping onto the band of her thong. For leverage, he told himself. He pulled—pulling her back briefly—but then the tong gave, sliding down over her ass. He even pushed it the rest of the way, so it bunched around her knees. His eyes widened as he stared at her puckered rosebud and pussy lips for the very first time.

His pants felt extremely tight all of a sudden. He had the burning need to free his engorged cock. He'd never pulled his pants down faster than he did right then, letting out a sigh as his cock sprung free. He really wanted to jerk off, looking at her the way she was, but he couldn't. Instead, he resumed his position. His hands slid along her ass, spreading her cheeks as he leaned back in. His long, hard cock slid up between her crack, against her pussy, hands finding their way back to her hips but under her skirt now. He started to grind against her once more.

Crystal gave a little moan. She couldn't help it. She felt him pulling her thong down and that was when she knew that finally this fantasy was going to come to life. She'd been thinking about it ever since she'd watched him jack off that enormous cock into that pair of stolen panties, and she hadn't been able to get the thought of her own son doing her out of her head.

But she loved the little game. She loved the ways he was inching towards fucking her but hadn't yet. "Hey... hey honey... I think you pulled my panties off by mistake when you pulled too hard, okay?"

But then she felt the heat of him on her, skin to skin contact, and a full body shiver overtook her. Oh yes, he felt amazing. He was against her and throbbing, and she felt her pussy give a little gush of excitement. She needed him badly, but she couldn't just come out and say that. Not yet. "Matt... Matt something feels different back there. What are you doing? Are you still trying to get me out?"

She acted like she was trying to brace herself to pull herself out of her prone position on the couch, but this involved spreading her long toned legs a little, locking her knees in place. It meant that Matt would have an excellent view of her pussy and ass as she arched her back a little, acting as though she needed to do that to try to wriggle free. She made sure to rub back against him just a little as she pretended to try to escape...

She made sure to line up her burning hot slit right against the sensitive head of his dick. If he commented on it, she'd play stupid and pretend it was just an accident and surely it wouldn't have happened if he had been sincerely trying to help her, right?

"I'm trying..." Matt moaned again, though what he was 'trying' to do wasn't very clear at this point. Lines were getting blurred and crossed and all he could think about right then was this his naked, hard cock was against her bare sex.

It didn't matter that she was his mother at this point. He was just focused on her lower half. A lower half that could belong to any woman in the world. Those firm ass cheeks, puckered rear passage, and her glistening pussy lips. Her body seemed to move to match his and as he pressed forward, the forbidden happened—the head of his cock slipped along her slick lips, head lodging at her entrance.

He should have stopped at that point. He should have come back to his senses. Should have pulled his pants up and moved away. Should have. She should have stopped him too. Mother and son should never get aroused and naked together. She should have told him it was all wrong. Should have.

He thrust his hips forward, spearing the first inch or two of his cock into her. He moaned, hands gripping into her hips even harder than before.

Crystal felt her breath catch in her throat when the first inch or two of him pushed inside. This was her son. She should feel like this was wrong. She should tell him to stop. She should do a lot of things... but all she could feel was satisfaction that he wanted her, a purring need to be fucked by a man properly, even if that man was her son. "Oh... oh, Matt," she called out weakly, lust making her voice quiver. "M-matt, sweetie, that's... oh god... that's not going to help me get out. C'mon now honey, you can't... possibly... want to..."

But she felt how he gripped her and let out a long moan, despite what she said out loud. She wanted him and needed him. Her breath was coming in soft little gasps, and he hadn't really begun fucking her hard or anything yet. It was the taboo, feeling like she was on fire with want because of her own son. The memory of his big cock when he'd jacked off into her panties came back into her mind—yes, he was going to fuck her with that.

She bit her lower lip and tried to turn to look over her shoulder at him. Maybe he'd enjoy her emphasizing she was his mother... maybe the taboo would get him off, too? "Matt, I'm your mother. You can't—you shouldn't—do this. I know... I know it's difficult to be so turned on and not have a woman around you to help you get what you need, but... I'm sure you're just a little confused—" she said to him, being sure to keep her face that of a stuck and worried mother.

All the while her naughty thoughts whispered, He knows very well I'm his mother, and he's behind me and hard and pressing inside anyways. He loves the idea of banging me. It would just be so hot if he admitted it...


A male teenager. Never had any plans outside playing videogames. Doesn't have any real friends, nor a proper girlfriend either. A bit of a degenerate who jerks off to his sister and mother. Recently he's acquired a sexual interest in her mother.

Crystal felt her breath catch in her throat when the first inch or two of him pushed inside. This was her son. She should feel like this was wrong. She should tell him to stop. She should do a lot of things... but all she could feel was satisfaction that he wanted her, a purring need to be fucked by a man properly, even if that man was her son. "Oh... oh, Matt," she called out weakly, lust making her voice quiver. "M-matt, sweetie, that's... oh god... that's not going to help me get out. C'mon now honey, you can't... possibly... want to..."

But she felt how he gripped her and let out a long moan, despite what she said out loud. She wanted him and needed him. Her breath was coming in soft little gasps, and he hadn't really begun fucking her hard or anything yet. It was the taboo, feeling like she was on fire with want because of her own son. The memory of his big cock when he'd jacked off into her panties came back into her mind—yes, he was going to fuck her with that.

She bit her lower lip and tried to turn to look over her shoulder at him. Maybe he'd enjoy her emphasizing she was his mother... maybe the taboo would get him off, too? "Matt, I'm your mother. You can't—you shouldn't—do this. I know... I know it's difficult to be so turned on and not have a woman around you to help you get what you need, but... I'm sure you're just a little confused—" she said to him, being sure to keep her face that of a stuck and worried mother.

All the while her naughty thoughts whispered, He knows very well I'm his mother, and he's behind me and hard and pressing inside anyways. He loves the idea of banging me. It would just be so hot if he admitted it...

"Maybe... maybe it will? If... if I pull hard enough, maybe you'll get unstuck." Matt's mind was clouded with lust, at the feeling of a pussy squeezing around the head of his cock. She wasn't doing anything to pull away from him, so he thrust into her, a little bit deeper. Pulling back on her hips as he pressed forward with his own, forcing more of his cock into his mothers pussy. Half his cock was in her now. And it felt amazing.

"Yeah... confused... maybe this will help... get me... less... confused." He stammers back, mind completely lost in the moment. He thrust harder and harder, forcing more and more of his impressive length inside of her. His girth starting to stretch her.

He only stopped once he couldn't push any deeper, her ass pressing into his pelvis. He flexed his cock inside of her, basking in the feeling. No longer a virgin by all accounts. His hands dug into her hips as he ground against her. "Is... is that helping?"


A young woman of 23, turned into a vampire a year prior. She's engaged and deeply in love, looking forward for her upcoming wedding. She is trusting, evidenced by her acceptance of drinks from Milord, despite his known interest in her. Her personality seems sweet and friendly; she looks forward for spending time on vacation enjoying company of coworkers. However, she's also resilient and quick-thinking as shown by her plan of using vampiric abilities against Milord. Despite being overworked as personal assistant, she remains loyal and committed towards her job.

23 year old Victoria seemed to be the first of her coworkers to arrive. She had changed into a revealing bikini on the flight, seriously looking forward to this trip. Her boss wasn't usually so kind, especially to pay for all of his staff to join him on a private island for a week long vacation. She couldn't help but explore the island. Every part of it left her in awe. It was so beautiful, she loved the white sand beaches. The whole place looked like an upscale resort, and admittedly, it wasn't exactly somewhere she could have afforded to stay in. Victoria was turned into a vampire only a year prior, and thankfully, for now, she hadn't had to run from her job or friends, or even her fiance. She would never age past 23, but for now, she could stay around doing her favorite things. Eventually, when someone noticed she wasn't aging while they were, Victoria would have to start moving to new places, sticking around until people noticed again.

When she arrived in the front door of the resort, someone asked what she wanted to drink. Victoria ordered a sex on the beach, if only because it felt like the right way to start out this vacation, and was soon handed it. She got to the front desk, drink in hand and went to check in. She sipped on it happily as the person behind the counter gave her a key and told her where her room would be. On the walk over, Victoria kept her eyes out, looking for any of her coworkers. She had a few friends at work she couldn't wait to spend time with, but so far, it felt like she was completely and totally alone aside from the staff.

Her boss had left a note for her, claiming the others were on their way shortly. Victoria went to her room and set down her luggage before staring at the gorgeous room. It almost looked like it was made especially for her. She didn't even unpack before Victoria headed back out, holding on to her drink as she went to the beach side of the resort and ordered a mimosa before laying down on a chair near the beach. For now, Victoria was going to just... relax. Her friends would be here soon enough, and Victoria had needed this vacation. Being her bosses personal assistant, Victoria often found herself overworked.

The day had finally come. After months of planning, specifically finding the sort of staff he required to care for things on the island while simultaneously keeping their thoughts to themselves, the day of his perfectly concocted "staff vacation" was finally upon him. Milord arrived on the island early, taking care to re-vet his staff, before leaving a note for his assistant at the front desk, claiming her co-workers would be joining them shortly. This was, of course, a terrible lie.

The vacation was a ruse, one that would finally allow Milord the time he needed alone with the only woman he could think about, the young woman that joined his company a few short years ago as an intern. He took an immediate interest in her the moment he laid eyes on her, from her long dark hair to the curve of her body, but she constantly, consistently, refused his casual advances. He offered her drinks, dinner, movies, concert tickets—everything!—and yet she always turned away, finding excuses to leave his presence or keep the moment professional. Not anymore.

Milord watched from the security cameras as she entered the building, a drink already in hand, accepting her key and the note without a clue. She was wearing a bikini, the most revealing thing he had ever seen, and it hugged her body perfectly. He watched her walk, admiring the way the fabric moved with her curves, as she made her way through the building; once to put her things in her room, and again to the beach.

After she exited the building, Milord left the security office and followed her to the beach, wearing a pair of black board shorts. He approached her with a bold smile, pushing the sunglasses from his face onto the top of his head.

"Good afternoon, Victoria," he purred, looking down at her. "What do you think of this place?"

The only thing that Victoria noticed while she was relaxing, was that for some reason, she didn't have any cell reception. She had promised her fiance she would call daily, but at this rate, she was going to have to just explain the situation once she got back home. Her fiance was her dream guy in every way, to the point where they had been talking about changing him once they were married, so they could have eternity together. It was bliss, and she would have brought him on this trip with her, but Milord had insisted it was only for his employees, not their families. It was fine, her wedding was coming up in just a few months, and Milord had already approved her two weeks off for her wedding and honeymoon.

So far, no one was showing up, but in the meantime, the staff at this resort were very attentive to her. Before she even finished her first mimosa, they had returned with a second one. Victoria was glad her tolerance was high, it would be very awkward to get drunk and make a fool of herself in front of all of her coworkers. Most of them were already jealous of her because she went from being an intern to Milord's personal assistant. It was weird that she jumped so high to the top so quickly, but obviously, Milord saw something in her, that she could be one of the best.

Victoria opened her eyes when a shadow blocked her sun, only to see her boss standing near her wearing only board shorts. She raised an eyebrow, partially out of shock that this was happening, but also because... she hadn't ever seen him like this. Milord's body was... not what she would have expected. He had quite the chiseled chest, and actually, he was kind of hot. Not that she was going to say that, especially knowing how hard Milord tried to get her to at least go on one date with him over the years. "Oh, hi boss." Victoria finally said with a smile up at him. "It's really relaxing, and this place is beautiful."

"I'm glad you like it." Milord looked out into the ocean for a moment, contemplating the best way to go about what he had planned. It seemed rather simple on paper but now, with her so close and her body on such extreme display, Milord almost couldn't control himself. He took a long breath, just looking at the ocean, before resettling his gaze on her.

"I had them make a special drink for the vacation," he said, his eyes bright with what could only be construed as excitement. "I'd like you to try it, if you don't mind. I'm thinking of selling the recipe, if it's as good as I think it is." Milord waved over one of the attendants and requested his new drink by name, the woman smiling with as much sincerity as he did. Less than a minute later, the woman returned with a pink drink in a mucho glass, a soft orange umbrella peeking out over the rim on one side and a sliced orange hanging on the other side. Milord took the glass, thanked the woman, and presented the drink to his assistant.

"Make sure to tell me what you think," he said after handing the glass over. "In the meantime, I have to set up a few things for tonight. I think the staff could use some team-building." He brought the sunglasses back down over his eyes and walked away, leaving her with the drink and the absence of his shadow on what was shaping up to be a gloriously sunny afternoon.

Victoria smiled as she heard Milord. He seemed very sweet, and it definitely felt like this was something he wanted to do for his employees, even though Victoria had yet to see anyone else. It was early though, maybe she had just taken the first flight and the others would be arriving throughout the afternoon. Victoria raised an eyebrow as she listened to Milord explain he had a special drink made that he wanted her to try. "Okay!" Victoria said, taking the drink from his hand with her left hand, her engagement ring clinking against the glass. "I will." Victoria agreed. Victoria liked to drink, as if that weren't obvious from the fact that she'd probably only been at this resort for maybe 45 minutes and she'd had a sex on the beach, and 2 full mimosas already. Besides, aside from Milord's attempts to get her to go on a date with him, Victoria had never been given a reason not to trust him.

"That's a wonderful idea!" Victoria said happily. This trip was going to be very good, she couldn't help thinking. Things had been tense for everyone, especially since she had gotten to be Milord's assistant over some of the other, experienced employees. It wasn't like Victoria had slept her way to the top, but it was the rumor that had been going around for the entire year that she had been his assistant. Milord was handsome, sure, but she had been in a committed relationship since before she started at the company as an intern at 18, and Milord knew that. Or, he had to know that, since she'd been wearing the simple, ornate engagement ring for over two years now. Neither her nor Tyler made all that much, so planning a wedding meant they'd been saving all of their money for the past two years, and soon, their ceremony was going to happen. Oh, it made her so excited. Victoria was the type of woman who loved being in love, and wanted to marry whoever she loved.

Milord left her alone in the sun, and Victoria laid, sipping on her new drink. It almost seemed like it was made for her, the way it consisted of her favorite fruits but was still sweet and very alcoholic. Before long, Victoria had drank the whole thing. She loved it! This was her new favorite drink. Every sip had her craving more of it, which had resulted in her getting rid of it quickly. Not to mention, it was pink, which was one of her favorite colors. She would have ordered another one, but before she had the chance, whatever was in it began to work. Victoria felt weak, and so drugged up that she couldn't move. If one had to guess, it was probably like a date rape drug. But Victoria wouldn't know much about it, as she had never fallen victim to something like this before. For all she knew, this was happening because she had drank so much in such a short period of time.

"Victoria, poor Victoria." Milord looked down at his assistant, shaking his head as he tutted softly at her. She was long gone, lost to the drug in her drink, and he itched to touch her in all the ways he had dreamed. It took everything in his self-control to stay his hand, instead choosing to lift her from the chair and carry her into the building. The staff at the bar watched the two of them disappear with little in terms of reaction or expression, turning back to cleaning the glasses and bar.

Once inside, Milord turned down a long corridor to a room he contracted, the second reason for such a long planning phase for this little vacation. The room was on the second floor, around a corner from the elevator, tucked in its own wing of the building. Inside, Milord laid his prize out on the plush table, tying her hands up above her head and her legs to each table leg, spread out for his enjoyment. At first, he considered removing the bathing suit, but he later decided against it—it would be more fun this way, he concluded. Once the job was done he sat in a nearby chair, waiting ever so patiently for his Victoria to wake up and accept him.

Victoria awoke around 45 minutes later, her mind still sort of foggy. She tried to sit up, only to find she couldn't move. Her hands were tied above her head and she wasn't on a beach chair anymore. Had she fallen asleep like this? No, that would be insane. Victoria wouldn't have tied herself up and tied her legs up before she went to sleep. It was uncomfortable, she could not have fallen asleep like this. Which meant... Something had happened to her.

She scanned the room until her eyes landed on... Milord? Her boss? What was going on here? At least she wasn't naked. "What's going on? Why am I tied up like this?" Victoria asked. For some reason, it didn't click in her brain that this was Milord's doing. He was the only other person in the room, but maybe he had found her like this? No, probably not, he seemed to be waiting for her to wake up. But this was crazy, Victoria trusted Milord for years. She couldn't imagine he had been the one to do this to her.

"Oh, good morning to you too, sleepy head." Milord stood up in his chair and clasped his hands together, watching Victoria come to as he stood over her. She was attempting to move, her body working against the restraints, but it only managed to make her body twist and turn to his absolute delight. He pressed a soft finger to the space between her collarbone, tapping lightly as he considered her question.

"Well, you're tied up for a number of reasons," he murmured, clearly thinking through all the possibilities. "First and absolute foremost, you would attempt to run. Not as if it would do you any good, considering the guards and the fact that this is an island, but I'm so sick of chasing you." When he said the last few words, his expression grew stern and he grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Years. For years you denied me. I have everything, could give you everything, and yet you turned your nose up at me. Not anymore."

Victoria was... confused. Milord wasn't helping her at all. Instead, he seemed to loom over her, before he touched the space between her collarbone. Normally, if Milord had even tried to touch her, she would have moved away. But right now, she didn't have that option and he knew it. He then began to explain that she was tied up for a few different reasons, and it suddenly dawned on her that Milord had definitely been the one to tie her up. Wait, had he drugged her? Really, she hadn't seen anyone else, and nothing had happened to her prior to drinking whatever he had given her. Then, it hit her. Milord had drugged her and then tied her up here.

Milord said that she would try to run from him if she weren't tied up, but then said he was sick of chasing her? Wait... what was all of this? He grabbed her by her chin and forced her to look at him, Victoria had tried to struggle, but Milord was a lot stronger than her. Victoria raised an eyebrow as Milord suddenly said that she had been denying him, as if he were bitter about it. It wasn't personal to Victoria... She had a boyfriend and then a fiance way before she had met Milord. What worried her was the fact that he had said she wouldn't deny him again. "Milord, come on, this is insane." Victoria tried to reason with him, but it really seemed like she wasn't going to be able to. "I'm engaged to someone else! My wedding is like a month away!" Victoria pointed out.

Milord could only smile when she called the situation insane. Of course it was insane! Nothing shy of this exact situation would get her close to him, get her under his touch, allow him to keep her all to himself. He hummed softly as his finger moved from her collarbone to the edge of her bikini top, his finger dipping underneath the edge, teasing lightly over the nipple there. He sucked in a breath, terribly pleased to have her body open and only his to touch.

"It's not insane," he murmured, pulling his finger back to touch her lightly on the nose. "It's necessary to show you that your fiancé is nothing compared to me. I give it... a week, tops, and you'll be begging to marry me."

Victoria had to admit that she didn't much like how Milord just smiled at her at her mention of this being insane. Why didn't Milord realize she was not attainable to him? Maybe this was her own fault, actually. Victoria couldn't help thinking that as she realized that she had known Milord wanted her all this time she'd been working for him. It was so obvious, which was where the rumors that she had slept her way to the top came from. It wasn't true, but she should have quit. If she hadn't kept working for Milord, maybe he wouldn't be doing this to her.

Victoria's body was... extremely sensitive by nature, and even though Milord had only teased her lightly at her nipple, Victoria let out a soft moan. "What happens when I decide you're not better than my fiance? Will you let me go?" Emily asked. She knew the answer was going to be no, but it had been worth a shot. Milord seemed determined to ensure that she was his wife, one way or another. "You can't just keep me tied up!" Victoria said, before she stopped herself and made an insane decision. Milord was going to find out what she was when her bloodlust inevitably took over, and he was the only human in her sights. Yes, that would work. She couldn't kill him, but she could still drink from him.


A man of power and wealth, as demonstrated by his position as a boss and ownership of a private island. He has a well-built physique, attractive enough for Victoria herself acknowledging him as 'hot'. However, he's also manipulative and obsessive. His interest in Victoria borders on infatuation, driving him into planning an elaborate ruse just for her. He does not respect boundaries or consent, shown by his decision of drugging Victoria and tying her up in order for him alone. Despite constant rejections from Victoria, he remains persistent in pursuing her romantically, believing she will eventually reciprocate his feelings.

Milord could only smile when she called the situation insane. Of course it was insane! Nothing shy of this exact situation would get her close to him, get her under his touch, allow him to keep her all to himself. He hummed softly as his finger moved from her collarbone to the edge of her bikini top, his finger dipping underneath the edge, teasing lightly over the nipple there. He sucked in a breath, terribly pleased to have her body open and only his to touch.

"It's not insane," he murmured, pulling his finger back to touch her lightly on the nose. "It's necessary to show you that your fiancé is nothing compared to me. I give it... a week, tops, and you'll be begging to marry me."


A striking figure, often dressed in provocative attire such as a mini skirt, crop top, and garter belt. She has an alluring physicality accentuated by her fishnet stockings and white fingerless gloves. Her eyes are notably big and she speaks in a thick accent, an intriguing mix of German and Russian tones. Despite being tired due her dual life as a medical student and brothel worker, she maintains a certain vibrancy. Love Bites is resilient, undeterred by societal disapproval or personal adversity. She's also adept at handling clients, using her charm and understanding of human nature for their satisfaction while maintaining control over interactions.

Love Bites sat in the brothel, arriving for her shift. She quickly changed into her outfit, a black mini skirt that barely covered her buttocks let alone any of her leg and white crop top with red letting spelling the word "Kink" that went just past her bust. Underneath all that was a dark blue, white and black garter belt, panties and bra, she also wore fish net stockings and white finger-less gloves, She began to pole dance one of her many duties as a brothel worker.

She wasn't especially happy with how she got here, but she needed to pay off her student loans somehow, and if that means selling her soul, mind and... body in most cases to pay them off so be it. The bat pone didn't come from a rich background, not helped by her parents disapproval of her employment, so much so that they ceased speaking with her over it, but Love wasn't one to be easily beaten down, she'd do anything to get by.

after about thirty minutes her boss called her over to serve a client, which usually meant giving them booze, food and listening to their problems that she really didn't care about, but she knew if they thought she did, she made a big tip, all going to pay off her deal with the devil.

Dusty Tomes had known about the brothel's existence, of course. It was one of the worst kept secrets, it existed, and it was there. He'd never worked up the urge to go there, though. Sure, he was a lonely stallion, but that was okay, there'd be somepony for him. At least, that's what he kept telling himself. But now he was out of college, working happily at a museum, and still no luck. He'd tried dating, even going online for it, and nothing. He had a feeling why; he was a big stallion. He'd tried to lose weight, so that he wasn't as rotund, but he was just big in general, standing over most others. He wasn't the greatest looking stallion either, and to compound it, he was a wimp, a nerd. The sort of stallion who preferred working in the museum and spending time reading to anything else.

Maybe that was why it had taken him so long to give up and head to the brothel. He'd brought a good amount of money with him, unsure of what to do. He was wearing what he usually wore; just comfortable clothes. A large, loose t-shirt which made him look rounder than he was, some comfortable pants, and similarly comfortable shoes. Dusty Tomes wasn't picky with what he wore or looked like. He was clean, though, and was scared as he stepped in. He quickly found out how to order time with a girl, and picked at random from the list of names and pictures; Love Bites seemed cute enough, and a struggling student could use the money. He had no idea of what was going to happen, but waited patiently, fidgeting in place and adjusting his glasses.

Love Bites, did look a lot better than some other girls, maybe slightly tired dealing with medical school things, and working at the brothel, but didn't seem strung out like a lot of the others seemed to be, only working there to pay off drug debts and get their next hit, Love Bites seemed semi popular among all the girls non the less.

Coming out of the more private rooms, cum dripping from her lips, she counted her pay as she went to her locker to keep it safe, she liked the days when customers didn't want much more than talk sessions, handjobs and blowjobs, gave her often sore backside a break from the constant, rough and often kinky play sessions she partook in, despite the kinkier sessions made much more.

"...Nine Hundred Dollars, going into my loans. That's great for midday earnings." She said to herself, her boss tapping on her shoulder, her head swiveling to meet his gaze she smiled

"New Client, boss?" She asked him. The boss motioned with his head in response.

Wiping the cum off her lip and chin, she nodded, straightening her clothes and hair she made her way over to Dusty Tomes and smiled, with a thick accent, not indicative to a certain place but sounding like a mix between Germany and Russia, her big eyes gazed at him.

"And what can this little bat do for you big guy~?" She said in a sultry tone

Dusty Tomes had been waiting patiently, tapping a foot out of nervous energy. He couldn't believe that he was really doing this, and the thought scared him slightly. He didn't think he was a desperate stallion, but he at least wanted to experience this once. He took a deep breath as the mare approached him, recognizing her as Love Bites, the mare he'd picked out. Dusty Tomes listened to her carefully, and loved her accent; it was adorable, and it fit the image she had. He blushed adorably and looked away, trying to find the right words to propose stuff to the mare. He knew, logically, that she had likely done everything and anything for her clients, and would be willing to do things for him if only he could find the right words.

After another deep breath, he spoke in a gentle, soft tone, entirely separate from the large stallion that he was. "H-Hi, Miss Love Bites. I, umm... I-I'm not sure. Everything, I guess? I'm kind of inexperienced when it comes to this kind of thing. Zero experience, actually." He confessed, deciding to come clean. It would be easier for both of them if Dusty Tomes was rather blunt about what he wanted. He wasn't sure how else to say it, if there was some code he should have said. He tapped his foot idly and couldn't meet Love's eyes, embarrassed as he was.

Love Bites giggled and grabbed his hands. "Dusty Tomes dear, We can take it niiiiice and slow. Sounds like fun to me." She teased, bringing him in a more secluded spot, somewhere where she could be that little tease and not distract others, her gait smooth and floaty almost as she took a seat, and patted the one next to her. "Need something to eat or drink hon? Maybe it'd help loosen you up~" She said leaning in and licking at his neck, before pulling away to judge his reaction.

Dusty Tomes squeaked audibly when his hands were grabbed, but nodded quickly, happily going along with Love. She knew more than him, after all. "A-Alrighty then, l-let's just take it slow, yeah." He said quickly, sitting with her once they were more secluded. He calmed down a little, managing to breathe slower now that nopony could watch them or mock him or anything. He answered her carefully, thinking about it. "I-I don't think I need any food right now, a-and I don't drink much. If you want something like that, I-I can pay for it..." He offered, before she licked him. At the lick, his eyes went wide and his whole body went stiff from embarrassment. He shivered and eventually managed to squeak out the rest of his sentence. "...if you want..."

Love Bites laughed, shaking her head. "Oh wow, Dusty Tomes darling, it's my job to make you happy~ Truth be told I don't drink on the job or, much at all really now that I think about it." She said, placing her hand on his thigh. Clients usually didn't take long to start getting sexual so, she was preparing for it. "But you do tell me it's your first time, I'm honored." She giggled, she took his hand with her free one and put it on her thigh, trying to show that it was okay to touch her. "Touching can be sexy all on it's own~" She mewled.

Dusty Tomes took a deep breath and tried his best to relax, getting into things. She was right, this was something that she did all the time. This was her job to make him happy and feel good, no matter how nervous he was. He idly stroked her thigh once his hand was on it, still a bit nervous. "Umm... h-honest truth, I have no idea what to do. Like, I-I know from a scientific position, but not from actually doing it." He gently squeezed her thigh, judging her reaction. He certainly didn't want to upset her or anything. At least he figured he wasn't the worst client she'd had. He was very respectful, looking to her for guidance and taking her lessons well, and he was clean. He wiggled a bit in his seat, continuing to stroke her soft thighs.

Love Bites laughed and smiled, her fangs poking out from her lips as she leaned in to bite at his neck, now her fangs were not long enough to hurt him hard, or even puncture his vital blood supply, she'd just make it feel a little sharper than usual. She pushed his hand further up to her hip, hooking her fingers into skirt's waistband and smiled. "Do you wanna help me get undressed?" She asked, running her fingers over her leg and thigh, ending with a teasing touch between her legs

Dusty Tomes went along with it quietly, his hands actually shaking with nervous excitement. He was definitely new to this, but he was eager to please, following her guiding hands quickly. At the bite, he squeaked and blushed, biting his lip to muffle other noises that he could have made. His hand rested on her hip gently, and he followed her grip, hooking his fingers into her skirt's waistband as well. He gave up on trying to be logical; he was here for one reason, and to pretend otherwise was foolish. "Y-Yeah, I can do that." He said, watching her hands move. She was certainly skilled at this, being able to tempt men, and it was showing on his own body. Under his pink fur, his cheeks were flushed, and there was a noticeable bulge growing between his own legs. Following guidance, he helped her undress. First went the skirt, slowly sliding down her legs to the floor. This did put him at eye level with her genitals, and he did look away from that one; he was still far too shy.

Once her skirt was off, he sat back up with her, his hands in his lap. "R-Right, shirt next, right?"

Love Bites nodded, running her fingers along his ears as she turned to sit on his lap her snatch pressing on his crotch as she lifted her arms up. "Good guess, big guy." She said, as the garment fell off her frame, showing her respectable sized chest to him, she grabbed his hands as ran up her slightly pudgy stomach to her breasts, squeezing them with her hands on his and giggled "Don't be afraid to touch me~" She teased


A larger, rotund stallion who stands over most others. He's not conventionally attractive and self-identifies as a nerd, preferring intellectual pursuits such as working in a museum and reading. He typically dresses casually in comfortable clothes like loose t-shirts and pants, along without much concern for his appearance beyond cleanliness. Dusty Tomes is also quite shy and nervous, especially in unfamiliar situations or when dealing directly with others. Despite this, he has an inherent kindness about him; he's respectful and willing learn from those around him.

Love Bites nodded, running her fingers along his ears as she turned to sit on his lap her snatch pressing on his crotch as she lifted her arms up. "Good guess, big guy." She said, as the garment fell off her frame, showing her respectable sized chest to him, she grabbed his hands as ran up her slightly pudgy stomach to her breasts, squeezing them with her hands on his and giggled "Don't be afraid to touch me~" She teased

Dusty Tomes shivered visibly once she grabbed his hands, and he didn't resist. He squeezed her stomach gently, finding it just as attractive as the rest of her, until his hands rested on her breasts. He was gentle with them, squeezing and fondling them ever so warmly. He thumbed her nipples, pressing on them and hoping he wasn't hurting her. "Right, t-that's what I'm here for. Sorry about that." He mumbled, looking at her body. He was fascinated by it to the point that he almost forgot that her crotch was pressed right against his bulge. Fortunately, his body didn't forget about the beautiful mare on top of him.

Dusty Tomes's body was starting to heat up, and his breathing was deepening already. Ever so slowly, he began to grind his crotch against Love, hoping that he wasn't offending her by doing so.


An aquatic monster with a fascinating blend of human and creature-like attributes. She has light purple hair, which might mirror the color of her skin or scales, and tentacles instead of legs---a unique feature that adds to her exotic appearance. Her upper body is feminine, with curves akin to a human woman. As for her personality, Serana is to be curious and eager to learn about the world around her, as shown by her interest in human customs and food. She's also emotionally open and honest; she doesn't hide her feelings for Alex, even though they belong to different species. Furthermore, she shows courage when facing unfamiliar situations like trying human food or initiating intimacy with Alex.

Serana heard Alex's words and felt his honesty in the way he spoke. He didn't hesitate or think about it. He simply answered her honestly. That made her happy. Really happy for some reason. There was also one more thing she wanted to ask though. "And... do you... do you like me? Alex?" She asked shyly.

He hasn't known her for very long but to say he was enjoying her company was an understatement. "I like you." He replied back, his body subtly leaning back in against her, his hand resting against her hip. He wasn't sure why he was being so honest, but at the same time he knew there was no reason to lie to her or make her mistrust him. She was new to the human world, and he wanted to make sure that she would enjoy her time in it. "I know this must all be a little odd or new to you up here... but I'm happy to help you any way I can."

Alex words once again sent shivers of glee through Serana's body. She opened her mouth to reply again but instead pulled him closer and kissed his lips just like she saw in the movie. Her hands and tentacles wrapped around his naked body as she let her emotions take over.

Once she moved to kiss him he made no attempt to stop her... In fact, he did the opposite of. his lips pressed back into hers as he gave out a muffled sigh, and his hand wrapped around to the small of her back as the other moved for her upper body as he embraced the kiss with her fully. Giving out a sound of pleasure that vibrated against her lips, his chest smooshed back into hers, flattening her breasts against him as he threw himself fully into the kiss!

She was happy. Oh so happy. She had no idea what love was, or being in a relationship, or anything similar. But her family and friends back home always told her that when she met the right guy she would feel that he was the guy. She was pretty sure this is what they meant. Alex was her guy. Her love. She wanted him now that she found him and she would let nothing stand between them.

As he kissed her back, her tentacles moved more around him, pressing him close to her as she slowly raised her waist. Just between her two front tentacles was her flower. Her pussy. And she wanted to give it to him. She felt his hard throbbing cock pressed against her, and it's tip teasing her entrance. Just one move and she could go down and impale herself on him.

Alex made no attempt to stop Serana, he had no desire to in the end. He could feel his body warming up with excitement, his arousal growing by the moment as he breathed out steadily during the kiss. Just feeling her tentacles around him caused him to shiver out in full, his body trembling for a precious moment before he steadied himself. As his fully erect shaft pressed back into her slit, he felt the immediate warmth from her body,his breathing hitching for just a moment as the thick tip of his shaft dragged against her, slightly angling back into her as he felt her softly resting against him. He could feel she wanted him, but for now, he wanted to make sure ti was her decision to take him into her.

Seeing as how Alex wasn't fighting against her, she smiled happily and started going down, letting his manhood penetrate her precious flower and take her virginity. Slowly it went deeper and deeper inside her until it couldn't no more. She could feel his tip poking at her womb, his erect cock was bigger than she anticipated. It hurt, feeling her inner walls stretch to let him fit inside, but as she stood still, letting the pain go away, slowly it started feeling good. Her body started going up and down slowly on his shaft, her tentacles helping her keep balance. Her eyes closed and mouth slightly open, she couldn't understand the feeling, but it was good. A thin line of blood came out from her pussy and went down his cock and his thigh.

Feeling her warmth enveloping his shaft, Alex couldn't help but moan out as his eyes lilted from the pleasure. "Nnnh..." He moaned out a little more audibly with the hand on her waist reaching for the small of her back as he pushed her closer to him, his other hand soon reaching out for one of hers to hold against his own. Guiding her to rest against the wall of the shower, his hips began to roll deeper into her own, sliding more of Alex's length further into Serana as he eased her into things, looking to take it gently and slowly until he was able to reach a more steady and intense pace—not wanting to bring harm to her since he knew it was likely to be her first time.

Serana didn't try to stop Alex as he softly pressed her against the wall. Truth be told, he barely did anything actually, from the way she was holding him with her tentacles, she could easily had raised him and moved them around. But she simply focused on how good she was starting to feel. She felt him move his hips as his long rod went inside her so she moved her own body matching his pace.

"It's so... big... Alex..." she spoke softly in his ear as she embraced him. Her voice soft and sultry, very seductive, almost hypnotizing. She held him firmly against her body as their speed started increasing. "Give it... to me... all..." She once again spoke, this time adding soft moans into his ear.

He'd been with a girl or two before, but nothing serious. Heavy petting, dry humping, just general intimacy but this was the real deal. When she spoke about him being large, it did send a surge of confidence running down his spine as his hand held firmly against her hip. Once she began to match his speed, he gave out a soft sigh of pleasure, his hips wetly smacking back into hers as heated water cascaded down their body, making his breathing a little more labored in the humid air around them but it felt oh so worth it as he began to fuck her in earnest.

This is love, isn't it? Was all that was going through Serana's mind as Alex fucked her against the bathroom wall. She never felt so good before. It hurt right as they started, but then it quickly started feeling amazing and she could only crave more and more. "Yes... yes Alex... this feels... so good. Don't stop." she kept moaning in his ears as her tentacles kept squeezing him against her soft body. Her breasts pressed against him, rubbing him as she moved up and down on his manhood.

Just hearing her intent for him to keep going would have been more than enough to make him not stop. Breathing out a bit more rapidly as he felt the shiver of pleasure run down his spine and his hips continuing to smack wetly into hers—he was building towards a climax, and as his other hand moved for the nape of her neck his lips pressed back into hers, giving the Kraken woman a powerful and intimate kiss.

"Yes... oh Alex... yes... keep... going... faster..." Serana's pussy kept squeezing Alex's cock as he roughly slammed his hips against hers. Her body was in pure bliss right now and she could feel something was approaching. He kept hitting just her perfect sensitive spot and soon it was too much for her to handle. Serana's entire body went stiff and her tentacles squeezed Alex even harder as she reached her peak. Her juices squirted out of her flower as she orgasmed and moaned loudly against Alex's ear. "Ahhhh!!" Her pussy tightened up and her tentacle's grip around Alex was too much for him to back out or pull out before his own orgasm.

Feeling her inner walls clamping down against him, Alex gave out a sudden and intense gasp of pleasure, his lips parting as his eyes closed and the rest of his body responded to her—it took only a moment for the first and rather intense spurt of his seed to fill the violet skinned woman as he thrust deep into her, his climax a particularly pleasurable one as his hand squeezed against her ass and the other ran through her hair and down against her nape, his body clinging close to hers as he half supported her and himself through his climax!

Serana felt Alex's seed shooting directly into her womb as he also came with her. That seemed to only make her pleasure grow stronger as her entire body shivered feeling his warm seed flowing inside her. Moments later, her tentacles slowly went limp and let go of the boy. Her back was still against the walls and she was holding herself up with only two tentacles which were almost giving out. Her breathing was heavy and her face red. She looked at Alex, realizing what they had just done and blushed a bit. "What... was that?" She asked. Having been her first time having sex, she had no idea what an orgasm was.

He felt the lingering sensation from her tentacles suckling against him, the light welts more like kisses of pleasure rather than anything else. As the heated water around them finally began to cool down a little, Alex gave out a light sigh and then a quiet laugh... had he overdone it? She felt weak,but enjoyably so in his arms as he supported her. "That was... I came inn you." he admitted after a moment, the light pause afterwards being him trying to figure out how to best word it in his mind so he could explain it to her if necessary.

"That felt... so good." Serana said, smiling exhausted. She pulled him close and kissed his lips again, ignoring any second thoughts and just letting her emotions guide her. "I think... you're the on, Alex" she told him, expecting him to understand what she meant but not remembering human's culture was different from her own.

It was amazing in Alex's words... if he could speak at the moment. Instead, his breathing was a little rapid and tense before he finally began to slow down, when she called him 'the one' however, his brow raised briefly. "The one?" He knew only what she'd told him about her culture so far, so he had to admit he was a bit curious.

Only once she saw Alex's confused expression did she realize he had no idea what she was talking about. "Oh... sorry. I... I forgot you don't know much about Krakens. Well, I used to hear tales back home about what happens when a Kraken falls in love. We can only love a human male and once we do, that love is forever. A loving Kraken will stop at nothing to be with the man she loves and once by his side, she'll never leave him."

She blushed a lot while explaining to him but then looked at his face again." I think... maybe you... are the one I was destined to love..."

Listening to her explanation, Alex gave a quiet nod, looking her over once he had a moment to fully catch his breath. "I... I see, so you think I'm the one destined to be with you?" That was partially a heavy thought, but was that how her kind worked? They were certainly quite different from humans but... still similar in so many ways! "Is there any way to make sure?" He asked after a moment, his hand moving for hers, offering a soft but firm squeeze.

"I... I don't know." She answered his question but didn't take her eyes off of him. "My sisters used to say it should be something we simply... felt." She paused for a second and closed her eyes, one of her hands traced the side of his arm. "I know very little about this thing called love... but I gave myself to you. And I regret nothing of it."


A half-Japanese, half-American man who carries a blend of his dual heritage in his appearance. He's has features that harmonize the characteristics of both ethnicities, resulting in an exotic and attractive look. His physique shows he takes care of himself physically, indicative of discipline and self-care. Alex displays patience, open-mindedness and kindness; he teaches Serana about human customs without showing any sign of impatience or discomfort. His calm reaction to her tentacle wrapping around him shows adaptability and understanding towards cultural differences. Moreover, his honest confession about his feelings towards Serana reflects sincerity and bravery in expressing emotions.

Serana heard Alex's words and felt his honesty in the way he spoke. He didn't hesitate or think about it. He simply answered her honestly. That made her happy. Really happy for some reason. There was also one more thing she wanted to ask though. "And... do you... do you like me? Alex?" She asked shyly.

He hasn't known her for very long but to say he was enjoying her company was an understatement. "I like you." He replied back, his body subtly leaning back in against her, his hand resting against her hip. He wasn't sure why he was being so honest, but at the same time he knew there was no reason to lie to her or make her mistrust him. She was new to the human world, and he wanted to make sure that she would enjoy her time in it. "I know this must all be a little odd or new to you up here... but I'm happy to help you any way I can."

Alex words once again sent shivers of glee through Serana's body. She opened her mouth to reply again but instead pulled him closer and kissed his lips just like she saw in the movie. Her hands and tentacles wrapped around his naked body as she let her emotions take over.

Once she moved to kiss him he made no attempt to stop her... In fact, he did the opposite of. his lips pressed back into hers as he gave out a muffled sigh, and his hand wrapped around to the small of her back as the other moved for her upper body as he embraced the kiss with her fully. Giving out a sound of pleasure that vibrated against her lips, his chest smooshed back into hers, flattening her breasts against him as he threw himself fully into the kiss!

She was happy. Oh so happy. She had no idea what love was, or being in a relationship, or anything similar. But her family and friends back home always told her that when she met the right guy she would feel that he was the guy. She was pretty sure this is what they meant. Alex was her guy. Her love. She wanted him now that she found him and she would let nothing stand between them.

As he kissed her back, her tentacles moved more around him, pressing him close to her as she slowly raised her waist. Just between her two front tentacles was her flower. Her pussy. And she wanted to give it to him. She felt his hard throbbing cock pressed against her, and it's tip teasing her entrance. Just one move and she could go down and impale herself on him.

Alex made no attempt to stop Serana, he had no desire to in the end. He could feel his body warming up with excitement, his arousal growing by the moment as he breathed out steadily during the kiss. Just feeling her tentacles around him caused him to shiver out in full, his body trembling for a precious moment before he steadied himself. As his fully erect shaft pressed back into her slit, he felt the immediate warmth from her body,his breathing hitching for just a moment as the thick tip of his shaft dragged against her, slightly angling back into her as he felt her softly resting against him. He could feel she wanted him, but for now, he wanted to make sure ti was her decision to take him into her.

Seeing as how Alex wasn't fighting against her, she smiled happily and started going down, letting his manhood penetrate her precious flower and take her virginity. Slowly it went deeper and deeper inside her until it couldn't no more. She could feel his tip poking at her womb, his erect cock was bigger than she anticipated. It hurt, feeling her inner walls stretch to let him fit inside, but as she stood still, letting the pain go away, slowly it started feeling good. Her body started going up and down slowly on his shaft, her tentacles helping her keep balance. Her eyes closed and mouth slightly open, she couldn't understand the feeling, but it was good. A thin line of blood came out from her pussy and went down his cock and his thigh.

Feeling her warmth enveloping his shaft, Alex couldn't help but moan out as his eyes lilted from the pleasure. "Nnnh..." He moaned out a little more audibly with the hand on her waist reaching for the small of her back as he pushed her closer to him, his other hand soon reaching out for one of hers to hold against his own. Guiding her to rest against the wall of the shower, his hips began to roll deeper into her own, sliding more of Alex's length further into Serana as he eased her into things, looking to take it gently and slowly until he was able to reach a more steady and intense pace—not wanting to bring harm to her since he knew it was likely to be her first time.

Serana didn't try to stop Alex as he softly pressed her against the wall. Truth be told, he barely did anything actually, from the way she was holding him with her tentacles, she could easily had raised him and moved them around. But she simply focused on how good she was starting to feel. She felt him move his hips as his long rod went inside her so she moved her own body matching his pace.

"It's so... big... Alex..." she spoke softly in his ear as she embraced him. Her voice soft and sultry, very seductive, almost hypnotizing. She held him firmly against her body as their speed started increasing. "Give it... to me... all..." She once again spoke, this time adding soft moans into his ear.

He'd been with a girl or two before, but nothing serious. Heavy petting, dry humping, just general intimacy but this was the real deal. When she spoke about him being large, it did send a surge of confidence running down his spine as his hand held firmly against her hip. Once she began to match his speed, he gave out a soft sigh of pleasure, his hips wetly smacking back into hers as heated water cascaded down their body, making his breathing a little more labored in the humid air around them but it felt oh so worth it as he began to fuck her in earnest.

This is love, isn't it? Was all that was going through Serana's mind as Alex fucked her against the bathroom wall. She never felt so good before. It hurt right as they started, but then it quickly started feeling amazing and she could only crave more and more. "Yes... yes Alex... this feels... so good. Don't stop." she kept moaning in his ears as her tentacles kept squeezing him against her soft body. Her breasts pressed against him, rubbing him as she moved up and down on his manhood.

Just hearing her intent for him to keep going would have been more than enough to make him not stop. Breathing out a bit more rapidly as he felt the shiver of pleasure run down his spine and his hips continuing to smack wetly into hers—he was building towards a climax, and as his other hand moved for the nape of her neck his lips pressed back into hers, giving the Kraken woman a powerful and intimate kiss.

"Yes... oh Alex... yes... keep... going... faster..." Serana's pussy kept squeezing Alex's cock as he roughly slammed his hips against hers. Her body was in pure bliss right now and she could feel something was approaching. He kept hitting just her perfect sensitive spot and soon it was too much for her to handle. Serana's entire body went stiff and her tentacles squeezed Alex even harder as she reached her peak. Her juices squirted out of her flower as she orgasmed and moaned loudly against Alex's ear. "Ahhhh!!" Her pussy tightened up and her tentacle's grip around Alex was too much for him to back out or pull out before his own orgasm.

Feeling her inner walls clamping down against him, Alex gave out a sudden and intense gasp of pleasure, his lips parting as his eyes closed and the rest of his body responded to her—it took only a moment for the first and rather intense spurt of his seed to fill the violet skinned woman as he thrust deep into her, his climax a particularly pleasurable one as his hand squeezed against her ass and the other ran through her hair and down against her nape, his body clinging close to hers as he half supported her and himself through his climax!

Serana felt Alex's seed shooting directly into her womb as he also came with her. That seemed to only make her pleasure grow stronger as her entire body shivered feeling his warm seed flowing inside her. Moments later, her tentacles slowly went limp and let go of the boy. Her back was still against the walls and she was holding herself up with only two tentacles which were almost giving out. Her breathing was heavy and her face red. She looked at Alex, realizing what they had just done and blushed a bit. "What... was that?" She asked. Having been her first time having sex, she had no idea what an orgasm was.

He felt the lingering sensation from her tentacles suckling against him, the light welts more like kisses of pleasure rather than anything else. As the heated water around them finally began to cool down a little, Alex gave out a light sigh and then a quiet laugh... had he overdone it? She felt weak,but enjoyably so in his arms as he supported her. "That was... I came inn you." he admitted after a moment, the light pause afterwards being him trying to figure out how to best word it in his mind so he could explain it to her if necessary.

"That felt... so good." Serana said, smiling exhausted. She pulled him close and kissed his lips again, ignoring any second thoughts and just letting her emotions guide her. "I think... you're the on, Alex" she told him, expecting him to understand what she meant but not remembering human's culture was different from her own.

It was amazing in Alex's words... if he could speak at the moment. Instead, his breathing was a little rapid and tense before he finally began to slow down, when she called him 'the one' however, his brow raised briefly. "The one?" He knew only what she'd told him about her culture so far, so he had to admit he was a bit curious.

Only once she saw Alex's confused expression did she realize he had no idea what she was talking about. "Oh... sorry. I... I forgot you don't know much about Krakens. Well, I used to hear tales back home about what happens when a Kraken falls in love. We can only love a human male and once we do, that love is forever. A loving Kraken will stop at nothing to be with the man she loves and once by his side, she'll never leave him."

She blushed a lot while explaining to him but then looked at his face again." I think... maybe you... are the one I was destined to love..."

Listening to her explanation, Alex gave a quiet nod, looking her over once he had a moment to fully catch his breath. "I... I see, so you think I'm the one destined to be with you?" That was partially a heavy thought, but was that how her kind worked? They were certainly quite different from humans but... still similar in so many ways! "Is there any way to make sure?" He asked after a moment, his hand moving for hers, offering a soft but firm squeeze.

"I... I don't know." She answered his question but didn't take her eyes off of him. "My sisters used to say it should be something we simply... felt." She paused for a second and closed her eyes, one of her hands traced the side of his arm. "I know very little about this thing called love... but I gave myself to you. And I regret nothing of it."

His eyes remained on her, slowly making his way back to her eyes. "...I see, this is something deep for your kind, isn't it?" His arm was a little rough and rather firm, but still warm all the same. "But if you want to be with me, if you feel that's where you belong... then who am I to say no?" he said with a smile back at her.


A powerful, tall elven woman with magical abilities. She has a cruel and sadistic personality, taking pleasure in causing pain and torment to her opponents. Her confidence in her skills is evident as she taunts Kia throughout the battle, and she displays a complete lack of empathy or concern for the suffering she inflicts on others.

Ilvatha struggled for a moment to get her arm free, finally conjuring another ball of flame in her other hand. Before she could burn the vine however, Kia had rushed at her, much faster than Ilvatha was expecting. She tried to duck out of the way, too late realizing that all she managed to do was give Kia an easy target to attack. She howled in sudden pain as her arm was cut, her fingers reflexively opening and dropping her sword to the ground, though luckily the wound wasn't deep enough to completely cut her hand off.

Glaring at Kia, she finally burned the vine and yanked her arm free. "I thought I would have to go easy on you to keep this interesting, girl. Looks like I was wrong," she said, wincing only a little as she moved her arm. She gestured at her sword, and immediately it sprang out of the sand, hovering in front of her.

With a wave of her hand, her blade started spinning in place. A sweeping gesture, and the blade shot out, going wide around Kia before slicing at her back. The wound was deep, but not a drop of blood hit the arena floor - the cut was instantly cauterized by the searing heat of the blade.

Acute pain arced across Kia's back as the whirling blade danced its vicious waltz around her, simultaneously cutting and burning. The pain was so intense she couldn't even scream.

She managed to duck and roll away before it could come back and paint a second deep, pink wound across her back. Coming up into a crouch she smelt the burning fabric of her shirt and further pain as more of the garment caught light. She ripped off the article and, much to the enjoyment of the crowd, was now crouched in nothing but a pair of tiny shorts, her breasts bare shuddering as she caught her breath.

Kia bared her teeth at the elven "Bitch..." She hissed, before launching herself into a run at the woman...

Her fury clouded her judgment however, and she failed to notice the thin glinting wire that stretched across her path. She felt her toes tug on something, heard the soft *snick* of the trap being triggered then went wide eyed with panic as either side of her, two long sections of the floor sprang up and clapped together simultaneously, pulverizing Kia who was between them. She dislocated her shoulder and a bloody graze was opened on her forehead. She had just enough sense left to stagger out of the way before they sprang up and slammed together again.

Ilvatha, meanwhile, had taken a moment to rush behind one of the rocky outcroppings, ripping part of her sleeve off to make a makeshift bandage. She knew the dangers of bleeding out during a fight, and didn't intend for Kia's lucky strike to get the better of her. Because of that, she missed the sudden slam of the trap Kia had rushed into, though she was quick enough to see the aftermath and take advantage of it, sending her sword flying through the air at the catgirl...

Kia didn't have any time to react. The sword spun through the air behind her, straightening just as it was about to strike. It sliced clean through her belly, impaling the poor catgirl, the searing flames sealing the wound before much blood could spill, the blade landing in the sand a few feet in front of her.

Ilvatha walked up behind the catgirl, knowing that she wouldn't be able to fight any more. The would was definitely fatal, though not instantly so; it would probably take at least a few hours of suffering before Kia finally perished. "Looks like I win this round," Ilvatha taunted, walking up to the girl.

Kia was still dazed from the thick slabs of flooring that'd pounded her like a chef tenderizing a steak. She caught the sound of rushing flame, battling with the air to see which was the stronger element as it flew towards her and then her eyes bulged and her jaw dropped, the blade searing through her middle as if she were merely air herself.

Her breathing was halted by the sudden shock of intense pain that speared through her body, her hands instinctively closed over the spot where the blade had just been. There was no blood, not until the pained choke fought its way from her throat, carrying with it a spray of blood that spattered the sandy floor in front of her.

She didn't even hear Ilvatha's words but would've been powerless to challenge the tall elven's sentiments anyway.

Ilvatha chuckled as she walked up behind the catgirl. With a wave of her hand, the flaming sword vanished, the weapon no longer necessary. "Too bad, kitty. Now, how should I play with you, hmm?" she asked, her voice still mocking. She grabbed the girl's shorts and yanked, easily ripping them free and exposing her sex. "How about I warm you up a bit?" she said, stepping up behind the girl and wrapping her arms around Kia. One hand went to the neko's breast, massaging it, while her other hand went straight for Kia's sex, two fingers slipping inside her pussy, a messy red trail left along Kia's stomach from the elf's wrist.

She continued to pleasure the girl for a few moments, though with such serious wounds it wasn't clear how much pleasure Kia could get from such an act. Eventually, Ilvatha's skin began to warm up. At first it was barely noticeable, perhaps a little soothing, but it began to get warmer, and warmer... hotter, and hotter...

Soon, Kia would start to feel uncomfortable, then painful, as Ilvatha continued to get hotter. Even when she would have wanted to jerk away from the heat, Ilvatha kept the catgirl close, her grip too strong for Kia to break free from. Even then, Ilvatha's skin continued to heat up. The spectators seemed to be confused, a few low whispers between them, trying to figure out what was happening.

Their questions were answered by a distinctive sizzling sound, followed by the smell of burnt meat, as Ilvatha continued to hold the catgirl close. A few moments later, Ilvatha released the girl, shoving her forward. Everywhere that Kia had been touching Ilvatha, all along her back, as well as across her front, on the breast Ilvatha was groping, and even around her sex, Kia's skin was severely burnt, blackened and bleeding in a few places.

If Kia thought she couldn't possibly hurt anymore she was wrong. The mage's white hot skin elicited screams so piercing that even the bloodthirsty crowd were in two minds over applauding. Of course they did, after a brief moment, but more for Ilvatha's wickedness than for Kia's agony.

When Ilvatha released her, the cat girl somehow managed to regain her feet and stumbled towards the band of water that surrounded the arena, seeking some quarter from the intense pain she felt. Each wobbling step sent fresh spears of pain through her, her blackened skin and the half cooked flesh beneath splitting, cascading fresh blood over her that obscured the charred surface of her previously soft and supple body.

She nearly made it to the water, to blessed relief from the agony of the burns, but ended up falling face first onto the rocky ground about three feet from her goal. Kia lay still, her breathing a mere whisper, yet somehow she still clung to life.

Ilvatha smiled as the catgirl stumbled towards the water, an even crueler idea coming to mind. She dismissed the spell that made her flesh searing hot, and picked up the catgirl. She carried Kia to the water, finding a deep spot that would let most of her body sit underwater, and propped her head up against a rock. The water around her body quickly turned red, as more of her blood leaked from her wounds.

If any of the crowd thought Ilvatha was being merciful, however, they were in for a surprise. The elf retreated to dry ground, then knelt down next to the water and placed her hand in it. Almost instantly, the water around her hand began to bubble and boil, and it wasn't long before the superheated boiling water spread to the catgirl. Clouds of steam rose from the water, partially obscuring the two combatants, but it would do nothing to hide any screams Kia was still capable of making.

After a few minutes, Ilvatha stood and turned to walk back towards the entrance to the arena. The water continued to boil, but it soon settled, the heat slowly beginning to dissipate. Ilvatha had no idea if Kia still somehow managed to live, or if sitting in boiling water was enough to make the catgirl's battered, bloody, and burned body finally expire, but she didn't care. She knew the catgirl was finished either way.


A catgirl (neko) with feline features and agility. She is determined and resilient, continuing to fight despite the severe injuries she sustains during the battle. Her personality is headstrong and somewhat impulsive, as her fury clouds her judgment at times. However, she also demonstrates vulnerability in the face of extreme pain and torment inflicted by Ilvatha.

If Kia thought she couldn't possibly hurt anymore she was wrong. The mage's white hot skin elicited screams so piercing that even the bloodthirsty crowd were in two minds over applauding. Of course they did, after a brief moment, but more for Ilvatha's wickedness than for Kia's agony.

When Ilvatha released her, the cat girl somehow managed to regain her feet and stumbled towards the band of water that surrounded the arena, seeking some quarter from the intense pain she felt. Each wobbling step sent fresh spears of pain through her, her blackened skin and the half cooked flesh beneath splitting, cascading fresh blood over her that obscured the charred surface of her previously soft and supple body.

She nearly made it to the water, to blessed relief from the agony of the burns, but ended up falling face first onto the rocky ground about three feet from her goal. Kia lay still, her breathing a mere whisper, yet somehow she still clung to life.


A brunette who has spent the summer perfecting herself. She is confident in her abilities and takes pride in her accomplishments. However, she also cares deeply about Lucy and wants her to come back to the team. Despite their past conflicts, Rachel wants to stand by Lucy through whatever she may be going through and offers comfort when they are alone together. Rachel can be impulsive at times.

While Lucy may have spent the summer trying to find herself, Rachel had spent the summer perfecting who she already was. Fewer classes ultimately meant more lessons for her and she'd spent all of her free time taking lessons. She was now either a quintuple or Pentuple threat and she was proud of it.

When she came back and heard that Lucy had decided not to come back though, she felt like all that work had been for nothing. She hadn't realized how integral to the team Lucy had become and now that she was missing it felt like all that work had been for nothing. She had to seek her out and convince her to come back, or maybe... maybe just convince her how important she really was.

Rachel cleared her throat after the horrid girl had introduced her and she said hurriedly, "You're not coming back at all? After all the time you spent with us?" She stepped forward and her skirt swished against her legs as she stepped within arms length of Lucy. "Please come back Lucy. We need you."

Rachel's fingers clutched behind her back. It was all she could do to keep them busy. She wanted to get down on her knees and beg. She couldn't stand the idea of not seeing Lucy after school every day.

She couldn't help but add to the words though as she took in the cotton candy hair, "Oh, what did you do your hair, Lucy? It looks..." There was something about Lucy's tough new look that made her sway a little. Lucy looked tougher and rougher and it plucked some string deep inside her. "It looks pretty cute, actually." She said in a tone of surprised honesty.

The former cheerio chuckled and took on a look of indifference at Rachel's request. "Why? it's not like you need me swaying in the back with my ooo's abs aah's. I'm sure you have enough what with my forgettable alto." She gave her a self deprecating smile. It was something coach sue had told her in the bathrooms earlier in the day. Thin and forgettable alto. We're her exact words. and truth be told Lucy agreed with her. She clearly wasn't needed all around. Puck wanted the image of her as a cheerio. told her this look wasn't her. Tina looked at Lucy as if she had grown an extra head over the summer as opposed to just dying her hair and such. She was used to the disappoint.

And yet here was the brunette that made her heart skip a beat when she sang, the one that the former blonde would bully asking Lucy to come back. No she practically beg. Lucy flicked her cigarette took another drag, but her lip and fidgeted a moment with her bottom lip, feeling naked suddenly at the way the brunette was staring at her. Rachel's next words caused Lucy's perfectly sculpted tawny eyebrow, a move that Lucy Fabray could only master it seemed. Surprised at Rachel complimenting her. And out of all the compliments she had ever gotten from everyone for some reason Rachel's was the only one she believed. "Why are you being nice to me? I've tortured you, drawn pornographic pictures of you in the bathroom (granted they had hearts all over of course), made your relationship hell with Finn. why are you being nice to me, Rachel Berry?"

Lucy caught herself and almost whimpered out Rachel's last name. the Skanks could overhear everything, the mack then asked, "Want me to beat her up for you q?" Lucy visible paled. She didn't want any physical harm come to Rachel. the pinked haired skank shook her head a fraction not answering before she flicked the cigarette. growled a little as she dropped it on the ground scuffing it with her doc martin boot. grabbed the brunette by her upper arm and lead her safely away to the other set of bleachers. where the Skanks couldn't overhear or see them, "you're gonna get yourself killed the mack is..." she didn't have a word for what the mack was. but the mack was one hell of a touchy feely drunk and had kissed a very drunk Lucy on more than one occasion. Lucy let go of Rachel's arm and crossed her arms waiting as her hazel almost cat like eyes gazed at the beautiful brunette.

Rachel leaned away from the ferocious Mack, unsure whether she was going to bite her or kiss her and not wanting either. When Lucy pulled her away she said unsurely, "Thanks. Wait, was she serious?" She shook her head and her long brown hair made waves as she dismissed the question. "Never mind, doesn't matter."

"Sure, you've tortured me, but I've done the same to you, haven't I? I stole your boyfriend after all." She felt a queeziness in the bottom of her stomach. She'd been feeling that for a while now. At this point, she couldn't think about Finn without feeling knots... and not the good time. "None of that matters anyway."

Rachel turned to look at the Skanks and said, "Are these really the kinds of people you want to be friends with? Are they going to stand by you when trouble comes like we will?" Rachel became more adamant the more she spoke. She looked Lucy square in the eyes as she stepped a little bit closer, "Lucy, I can tell you're going through something. This is what this looks like. I want to stand by you."

Ronnie, one of the Skanks decided she was going to help Lucy out whether she wanted or not. While Rachel was making hear heartfelt plea, she slowly stepped up behind her, chewing bubble gum. Suddenly and without warning she blew a bubble and popped it just over her shoulder, causing the gum to get all over Rachel's shoulder and hair.

Rachel let out a shocked squeal and the Skanks all laughed at her distress. Rachel just looked at Lucy imploringly with her eyes darting at the Skanks so as not to be surprised by them again.