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Whatever little hope she'd had of this all being a prank was swiftly smashed as the building around her became a nightmare-scape of writhing tentacles, their slithering shapes appearing from all over. Of course, this was all still impossible, and Jessica watched the tentacles with wide, shocked eyes, mouth open, and heart beating rapidly in her chest. "You... you're kidding... right?" she stammered in disbelief, not understanding what it was that she was seeing. "This can't be real... this is all just a bad dream..."

All around her, the house felt like it had come alive, reaching out towards her with its disgusting appendages, some part of her mind still unwilling to believe this was anything but a trick. "S-stay away! Don't come any closer!" she yelled as they began to close in on her, backing away from the approaching tentacles the best she could. "Don't—don't touch me! You're disgusting!" she screamed angrily at the closest one, kicking out at it with the leg she wore her singular thigh-high on, trying to make whatever it was back off.

If the haunted house heard her, it certainly did not react to it. The moment Jessica kicked after the one tentacle she actually hit, but all that did was give the thing the opportunity to grab her leg, slinging around her slender, sweet ankle and then up and pulling her forward. And that was it; the fleshy, slimy tentacles rushed in now, grabbing after her, wiggling around her arms and legs and torso, sliding under her cheap costume and rubbing, prodding, and feeling her up, all slimy and wiggling and rippling. The single large eyeball was quickly joined by another one, this one actually sprouting from the ceiling, and these two watched Jessica, unblinking and staring at her.


A creature with pastel pink skin, long black hair, and ruby eyes. She has a tail with asymmetrically spiked tip and cloven feet, hinting her magical nature. Her physique includes supple breasts and bronzed nipples that contrast her light skin color. She is dominant, playful, mischievous and enjoys surprising Yasir. She's also resourceful as indicated by her ability to handle magic and Yasir's business affairs. Despite her teasing demeanor, she genuinely cares for Yasir, ensuring his comfort even in their unique scenario.

Brimea rolled her eyes as he hesitated at her 'verbage.' "If you wrote the the whole scenario down to the last detail, then there'd be no mystery, no enjoyment of the uncertainty. Boring." She ended flatly, then flashed a smile but, Yasir couldn't quite tell if it was of mischievous intent or genuine amusement. "Besides the precautionary measures are also there in case things go beyond their initial intent. So relax, and let yourself enjoy it." The smirk growing into a pointed smile.

The moment his hands left the paper Brimea snatched up the parchment before he could react. "Now, ready to begin my precious Jewel? I promise not to crack you... too much." She added just as she snapped her fingers and Yasir's field of vision went white then black into unconsciousness.

Yasir sighed, she was right after all. Too much preparation threatened for predictability. Suspense was an important part of the plan. No matter the intent, that smile flushed him redder than he'd like to admit, shifting where he sat. "I trust you, Brimea." He told her, uncharacteristically earnest. Maybe he was being a bit over dramatic. This should be fun, not the signing of a last will and testament. Her threat and promise quirked an uneasy smile. Before he could form the quippy response on his tongue, everything faded.

*Fuck, I need to pee.* Was the first thought that Yasir consciously formed as he blinked his bleary eyes at the ceiling above. *Brimea's place? I don't remember coming over.* He realized, recognizing the gabled roof and rafters above her bed. His eyes flicked to the time piece on the wall. *Oh, shit. I'm late to open up shop.* He started awake, intent to sit up but held back by the leather straps on Brimea's bed. Had he fallen asleep while they were... He couldn't remember, perhaps, they were drinking. It wasn't that unusual for them to have a few drinks and have a bit of fun.

"Brimea?" Yasir called, urgent. It was an hour past opening. "Brimea!?"

At first there was no response, but after a few moments Yasir watched as Brimea entered the room in one of her usual Craftsman aprons, her long black hair tied back revealing her elongated neck. "You aren't supposed to be awake yet." She said as she looked to the sunlight pouring in through the high window. "The sleep spell should have kept you down at least until close of business." She cocked her head curiously. "Perhaps it's the elven half of your heritage allowing you to resist it more easily. She should have realized that beforehand. Regardless.." She rambled off to herself as she approached his bound form, and placed a chill finger to his temple, sending him back to his slumber.

The next time Yasir awakened, he would no longer see the sun's light but the flicker of several magical torches illuminating the room. Still bound but notably with less pressure upon his bladder, though he didn't feel any wetness upon his legs. The room was once again barren of any other living thing at the moment.

"Brimea..." Yasir murmured as he faded, a bit confused. When he awoke, he took stock of what he remembered. Waking up at Brimea's hungover and bound, did she use a sleep spell? He tugged his wrists as a test to find the situation had changed, though mysteriously he longer had to pee. He didn't wish to think too hard about that. Why would she hold him like this? For someone who scolded him for flippant business practices, this certainly wouldn't be helping. "Brimea?" Yasir called, uncertain. To his dismay, blood was rushing elsewhere in steady flow. Unable to turn over or conceal it, he flushed red. In any other circumstance, it might have been welcome but he had answers to demand.

Once again Yasir was forced to wait in several moments of silence before Brimea reappeared, though this time not in one of her workshop aprons; not really in much at all as the towel wrapped snuggly around her torso revealing no further layers beneath. She was dry off her glistening black locks and she entered and saw him awake upon the bed. "Keep it down, I'm here now aren't I?" She asked perturbed at his incessant calls.

How could she be so flippant about this?! Yasir sat up in his elbows with the little slack he had. This wasn't their usual session or set up and he couldn't recall agreeing to... whatever this was.

"You cast sleep on me!" Yasir accused, indignant. "I missed a whole work day. My cat is probably starving. Let me out of this!" He demanded. It felt silly, given his situation but he attempted to remain serious despite his bound state and stock straight erection. He willed it to go down but that soldier stood resolute in his morning formation.

"Technically 'I' didn't do anything, and relax your business is being taken care of." Brimea paused as she finished drying the ends of her hair and hanging the damp towel. "Arguably better than you normally do. Seeing as how it's actually making money and collecting on your long outstanding IOU's and charging customers a fair price for the work you put into your creations." She turned to face him, and looped her thumb into the top fold of the towel that encircled her frame. "The only thing you need to worry about..." She pulled the tuck free and the entire cloth fell to her cloven feet, revealing her supple breasts and bronzed nipples that starkly contrasted her nearly pastel pink skin. Her tail asymmetrically spiked on its tip pulled itself free of the crumpled towel and whipped playfully behind her. "...is me."

Yasir wasn't sure what she meant but he trusted her assurances, despite the suspect nature of their reasoning. He decided to try and relax. It wasn't as though this were an unfortunate circumstance. They had engaged in this sort of play before although never by surprise. Maybe it was just meant to be a pleasant surprise. "Alright," Yasir accepted his circumstance, preparing his next question when his breathe caught as the towel fell. No matter how many times she performed such teases, the reveal never lost its luster. "Oh..." The sound escaped his mouth. "I... can do that." He felt himself throb inadvertently and while he savored the show, urgency made him hope she didn't intend to prolong it.

Brimea climbed her way onto the bed, hunched down on all fours like a stalking predator eyes roaming Yasir's body as his were certainly examining her own. Her supple breasts brushed and slid along the exposed skin of his leg. The thin hairs faintly tickling her nipples as she proceeded up him. She stopped short just before his erect member and shot her captive a sly smirk. "You know after such a long day in the workshop I feel as though I should be the one getting pleasant treatments." She stated as her fingertips caressed him, her nails occasionally giving more of a graze than would likely be desired. Her tail flicked behind her like a displacer beast cornering a lost traveler.

"Well, if you'd prefer I... um, could do the hard-work." Yasir's breathe caught as she moved over him. How was it she could do that so easily? Goose flesh rose along his thighs and arms and he stifled a shudder from the attention and the draft. Her warmth on his lower half made everything else feel chilled. Her hand around his cock however, was more than enough distraction. In truth, he loved her nails. That light discomfort only eliciting the involuntary arc of his back. His eyes however fixated on her tail's flitting and the sway of her pink cheeks.

"Foolish elf, you know I prefer my toys tied down, and... properly secured." Her grip around his cock tightened and she began to slowly work up and down along the shaft. Her tongue nearly forked at it's tip lapped at the head, a thin drizzle of saliva cascading from it began to coat the rim of her grasping hand facilitating her movements into faster strokes. Her other hand reached down and cupped his balls and lightly massaged them as her fingernails again seemed to dig in and slightly tear at the skin at just the right moments.

It was hard to argue with Brimea's grip and insistence. Yasir settled for letting his head fall back against the sheets and bit back a groan as she had her way. His body responded in kind with flinches at the dig of her nails and a shudder as she hit just the right spot. "Brimea," He gasped. "I'm getting close..." Yasir announced, a little embarrassed at how early but it was hard to prevent given the intensity of the situation.

Brimea worked his shaft faster and faster, her eyes bearing down into his, the fervent pumping quickly bringing Yasir to his promised crescendo,. As his back arched the farthest it had yet and his member began to convulse in time to his moans she quickly placed her free hand over the tip and allowed his seed to coat her soft palm and cascade down back over him. "Now that we've gotten that out of the way..." She brought up her index finger; off of which dripped a substantial globule of Yasir's own essence, up to her mouth and savored the dripping mass with a soft moan and a slight gyration of her hips upon the bed. "I believe I owe you a drink." She winked one of her shining ruby eyes at her toy, before scooting up and placing her legs on either side of his head. Her glistening lips quickly finding his parched ones. "Take a breath and drink deep." She commanded.

How could Yasir ever break from that fiery gaze? He watched until he couldn't help squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn't remember the last time he had climaxed so hard. The final throws convulsed into Brimea's hand and he laid there spent as she made he way up. He barely caught breath before she settled herself on top of him. It wasn't the drink he'd hoped for but he certainly couldn't and had no intention of refusing. His tongue traced opening of her labia and parted with practiced precision to search for her clit.

Brimea's gyrations came in time with the slight intake of air that facilitated her moans. Even through the severe modify memory effect their contract had on him the half-elf obviously hadn't lost his natural skill with his tongue. With each flick against her clit she could feel the electrifying sensation of pleasure course through her whole body. Her nipples hardened into their erect stature, the flesh of her areola tightening and enhancing the cool breeze that filtered through the room.

The stark differences in temperature between her chest and inner thighs brought new waves of sensations that only heightened her pleasure and brought her that much closer to her own release. She ground harder into Yasir cutting off all means of inhaling for several moments before releasing just enough to allow his pointed nose to take in sharp pheromone thick breathes.

Yasir couldn't quite complain even if he wanted to. Catching whatever breath he could when she shifted left him dizzy as he reflexively strained against the binds. "Brimea." He gasped, hoping she would ease up. Questions still raced in his minds as moments of clarity surfaced and were smothered away. He couldn't much complain about the current situation but even still, he wanted to know just how long she intended to keep him here.

Brimea's knuckles whitened as she gripped the headboard even harder; as she began to feel the waves of release bubble up within her body, she let out a series of audible moans. The pulses we're almost tangible on Yasir's lips as moisture trickled over his face. Brimea's grinding was finally slowing as she started to lean back almost rolling off of Yasir like a dead body. "You still know what you're doing." She gasped in languid breaths. "I might have to keep you here even longer."

After a few moments gasping and dazed, Yasir found the wherewithal to answer. "About that..." He took another breath and looked over at her. "Just how long do you intend to keep me here? And what did you mean by my affairs are taken care of—did you plan this?" He asked, simultaneously stressed and touched by the gesture. He had shared some of his fantasies with her but this seemed a bit much.

"You keep asking silly questions and I will put a silence collar on you." Brimea replied back after catching her breath. "Just relax and enjoy your time here or I'll be sure to make it very unenjoyable." She turned her head to face him. "Starting with no pegging." She threatened evenly.


A half-elf with an uncharacteristically earnest demeanor, suggesting he possesses a degree of innocence or naivety. He's generally serious and responsible, as shown by his concern for his work and pet cat. Despite being initially surprised and confused by the unexpected situation, he shows adaptability and trust in Brimea. His reactions suggest he's somewhat shy or easily embarrassed but also open to sexual exploration. He is physically attractive, given Brimea's interest in him.

Brimea rolled her eyes as he hesitated at her 'verbage.' "If you wrote the the whole scenario down to the last detail, then there'd be no mystery, no enjoyment of the uncertainty. Boring." She ended flatly, then flashed a smile but, Yasir couldn't quite tell if it was of mischievous intent or genuine amusement. "Besides the precautionary measures are also there in case things go beyond their initial intent. So relax, and let yourself enjoy it." The smirk growing into a pointed smile.

The moment his hands left the paper Brimea snatched up the parchment before he could react. "Now, ready to begin my precious Jewel? I promise not to crack you... too much." She added just as she snapped her fingers and Yasir's field of vision went white then black into unconsciousness.

Yasir sighed, she was right after all. Too much preparation threatened for predictability. Suspense was an important part of the plan. No matter the intent, that smile flushed him redder than he'd like to admit, shifting where he sat. "I trust you, Brimea." He told her, uncharacteristically earnest. Maybe he was being a bit over dramatic. This should be fun, not the signing of a last will and testament. Her threat and promise quirked an uneasy smile. Before he could form the quippy response on his tongue, everything faded.

*Fuck, I need to pee.* Was the first thought that Yasir consciously formed as he blinked his bleary eyes at the ceiling above. *Brimea's place? I don't remember coming over.* He realized, recognizing the gabled roof and rafters above her bed. His eyes flicked to the time piece on the wall. *Oh, shit. I'm late to open up shop.* He started awake, intent to sit up but held back by the leather straps on Brimea's bed. Had he fallen asleep while they were... He couldn't remember, perhaps, they were drinking. It wasn't that unusual for them to have a few drinks and have a bit of fun.

"Brimea?" Yasir called, urgent. It was an hour past opening. "Brimea!?"

At first there was no response, but after a few moments Yasir watched as Brimea entered the room in one of her usual Craftsman aprons, her long black hair tied back revealing her elongated neck. "You aren't supposed to be awake yet." She said as she looked to the sunlight pouring in through the high window. "The sleep spell should have kept you down at least until close of business." She cocked her head curiously. "Perhaps it's the elven half of your heritage allowing you to resist it more easily. She should have realized that beforehand. Regardless.." She rambled off to herself as she approached his bound form, and placed a chill finger to his temple, sending him back to his slumber.

The next time Yasir awakened, he would no longer see the sun's light but the flicker of several magical torches illuminating the room. Still bound but notably with less pressure upon his bladder, though he didn't feel any wetness upon his legs. The room was once again barren of any other living thing at the moment.

"Brimea..." Yasir murmured as he faded, a bit confused. When he awoke, he took stock of what he remembered. Waking up at Brimea's hungover and bound, did she use a sleep spell? He tugged his wrists as a test to find the situation had changed, though mysteriously he longer had to pee. He didn't wish to think too hard about that. Why would she hold him like this? For someone who scolded him for flippant business practices, this certainly wouldn't be helping. "Brimea?" Yasir called, uncertain. To his dismay, blood was rushing elsewhere in steady flow. Unable to turn over or conceal it, he flushed red. In any other circumstance, it might have been welcome but he had answers to demand.

Once again Yasir was forced to wait in several moments of silence before Brimea reappeared, though this time not in one of her workshop aprons; not really in much at all as the towel wrapped snuggly around her torso revealing no further layers beneath. She was dry off her glistening black locks and she entered and saw him awake upon the bed. "Keep it down, I'm here now aren't I?" She asked perturbed at his incessant calls.

How could she be so flippant about this?! Yasir sat up in his elbows with the little slack he had. This wasn't their usual session or set up and he couldn't recall agreeing to... whatever this was.

"You cast sleep on me!" Yasir accused, indignant. "I missed a whole work day. My cat is probably starving. Let me out of this!" He demanded. It felt silly, given his situation but he attempted to remain serious despite his bound state and stock straight erection. He willed it to go down but that soldier stood resolute in his morning formation.

"Technically 'I' didn't do anything, and relax your business is being taken care of." Brimea paused as she finished drying the ends of her hair and hanging the damp towel. "Arguably better than you normally do. Seeing as how it's actually making money and collecting on your long outstanding IOU's and charging customers a fair price for the work you put into your creations." She turned to face him, and looped her thumb into the top fold of the towel that encircled her frame. "The only thing you need to worry about..." She pulled the tuck free and the entire cloth fell to her cloven feet, revealing her supple breasts and bronzed nipples that starkly contrasted her nearly pastel pink skin. Her tail asymmetrically spiked on its tip pulled itself free of the crumpled towel and whipped playfully behind her. "...is me."

Yasir wasn't sure what she meant but he trusted her assurances, despite the suspect nature of their reasoning. He decided to try and relax. It wasn't as though this were an unfortunate circumstance. They had engaged in this sort of play before although never by surprise. Maybe it was just meant to be a pleasant surprise. "Alright," Yasir accepted his circumstance, preparing his next question when his breathe caught as the towel fell. No matter how many times she performed such teases, the reveal never lost its luster. "Oh..." The sound escaped his mouth. "I... can do that." He felt himself throb inadvertently and while he savored the show, urgency made him hope she didn't intend to prolong it.

Brimea climbed her way onto the bed, hunched down on all fours like a stalking predator eyes roaming Yasir's body as his were certainly examining her own. Her supple breasts brushed and slid along the exposed skin of his leg. The thin hairs faintly tickling her nipples as she proceeded up him. She stopped short just before his erect member and shot her captive a sly smirk. "You know after such a long day in the workshop I feel as though I should be the one getting pleasant treatments." She stated as her fingertips caressed him, her nails occasionally giving more of a graze than would likely be desired. Her tail flicked behind her like a displacer beast cornering a lost traveler.

"Well, if you'd prefer I... um, could do the hard-work." Yasir's breathe caught as she moved over him. How was it she could do that so easily? Goose flesh rose along his thighs and arms and he stifled a shudder from the attention and the draft. Her warmth on his lower half made everything else feel chilled. Her hand around his cock however, was more than enough distraction. In truth, he loved her nails. That light discomfort only eliciting the involuntary arc of his back. His eyes however fixated on her tail's flitting and the sway of her pink cheeks.

"Foolish elf, you know I prefer my toys tied down, and... properly secured." Her grip around his cock tightened and she began to slowly work up and down along the shaft. Her tongue nearly forked at it's tip lapped at the head, a thin drizzle of saliva cascading from it began to coat the rim of her grasping hand facilitating her movements into faster strokes. Her other hand reached down and cupped his balls and lightly massaged them as her fingernails again seemed to dig in and slightly tear at the skin at just the right moments.

It was hard to argue with Brimea's grip and insistence. Yasir settled for letting his head fall back against the sheets and bit back a groan as she had her way. His body responded in kind with flinches at the dig of her nails and a shudder as she hit just the right spot. "Brimea," He gasped. "I'm getting close..." Yasir announced, a little embarrassed at how early but it was hard to prevent given the intensity of the situation.

Brimea worked his shaft faster and faster, her eyes bearing down into his, the fervent pumping quickly bringing Yasir to his promised crescendo,. As his back arched the farthest it had yet and his member began to convulse in time to his moans she quickly placed her free hand over the tip and allowed his seed to coat her soft palm and cascade down back over him. "Now that we've gotten that out of the way..." She brought up her index finger; off of which dripped a substantial globule of Yasir's own essence, up to her mouth and savored the dripping mass with a soft moan and a slight gyration of her hips upon the bed. "I believe I owe you a drink." She winked one of her shining ruby eyes at her toy, before scooting up and placing her legs on either side of his head. Her glistening lips quickly finding his parched ones. "Take a breath and drink deep." She commanded.

How could Yasir ever break from that fiery gaze? He watched until he couldn't help squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn't remember the last time he had climaxed so hard. The final throws convulsed into Brimea's hand and he laid there spent as she made he way up. He barely caught breath before she settled herself on top of him. It wasn't the drink he'd hoped for but he certainly couldn't and had no intention of refusing. His tongue traced opening of her labia and parted with practiced precision to search for her clit.

Brimea's gyrations came in time with the slight intake of air that facilitated her moans. Even through the severe modify memory effect their contract had on him the half-elf obviously hadn't lost his natural skill with his tongue. With each flick against her clit she could feel the electrifying sensation of pleasure course through her whole body. Her nipples hardened into their erect stature, the flesh of her areola tightening and enhancing the cool breeze that filtered through the room.

The stark differences in temperature between her chest and inner thighs brought new waves of sensations that only heightened her pleasure and brought her that much closer to her own release. She ground harder into Yasir cutting off all means of inhaling for several moments before releasing just enough to allow his pointed nose to take in sharp pheromone thick breathes.

Yasir couldn't quite complain even if he wanted to. Catching whatever breath he could when she shifted left him dizzy as he reflexively strained against the binds. "Brimea." He gasped, hoping she would ease up. Questions still raced in his minds as moments of clarity surfaced and were smothered away. He couldn't much complain about the current situation but even still, he wanted to know just how long she intended to keep him here.

Brimea's knuckles whitened as she gripped the headboard even harder; as she began to feel the waves of release bubble up within her body, she let out a series of audible moans. The pulses we're almost tangible on Yasir's lips as moisture trickled over his face. Brimea's grinding was finally slowing as she started to lean back almost rolling off of Yasir like a dead body. "You still know what you're doing." She gasped in languid breaths. "I might have to keep you here even longer."

After a few moments gasping and dazed, Yasir found the wherewithal to answer. "About that..." He took another breath and looked over at her. "Just how long do you intend to keep me here? And what did you mean by my affairs are taken care of—did you plan this?" He asked, simultaneously stressed and touched by the gesture. He had shared some of his fantasies with her but this seemed a bit much.

"You keep asking silly questions and I will put a silence collar on you." Brimea replied back after catching her breath. "Just relax and enjoy your time here or I'll be sure to make it very unenjoyable." She turned her head to face him. "Starting with no pegging." She threatened evenly.

"Hey now," Yasir backpedaled. "I-I didn't mean to sound like I was complaining." Yasir assured her. "I needed a vacation." He said honestly, the memories of the month before fresh in his mind. He relaxed visibly. "I trust you. And this was really nice. I was just a little... surprised."


A young girl of about the same age of Emile who goes to his same school. A Pokemon trainer. An early riser, which suggests she's energetic and proactive. She exhibits curiosity and concern for others as shown by her actions towards Emile. Her adventurous spirit is evident in her willingness to explore unfamiliar situations. Despite being caught off guard, she quickly adapts to the situation, showing resilience and adaptability. She also possesses a playful side, teasing Emile during their intimate interaction. Sophie has a petite build. Her choice of attire---tan shorts and a red blouse with yellow trim---implies a casual and colorful style.

*pop* Sophie bolted upright in bed. Early morning light was streaming through the window, and Sophie's breath was a little ragged. Her whole body felt like it was on fire from the dream she had just had; every inch of her felt like someone had just run a small electric current through her. What was that dream? It was too vivid! Peering over towards Emile, Sophie could see he was still sleeping soundly. His mouth was a little bit open, and the air from his lungs went in and out with the small rise and fall of his chest. The girl's own chest seized up, and she realized the buds of her chest were just a little unusually hard, like it had been very cold just then for some reason. Why did she feel so strange all of us suddenly? What had happened?

Getting out of bed, Sophie quickly put on a fresh change of clothes, being a pair of tan shorts and red blouse with yellow trim. Her chest still felt unusually sensitive though, and giving her small nubs of flesh a little push didn't seem to help. Well, hopefully it'll go away with breakfast. Walking over to Emile's bed, Sophie climbed up on top and gently started to shake him, after kneeling down low next to him. "Hey Emile, good morning!"

Emile was a deep sleeper and wouldn't wake up easily. Since he was asleep and was unable to hide it, he had a visible tent in his pajama pants. He was also having a very good dream about their journey. They were traveling around the region, catching Pokemon and making friends with them and making other friends along the way as well. He heard her voice trying to wake him up, but it just blended into the dream he was having.

"Hey hey. Emile..." Sophie tried shaking him a little bit more, but despite all that, nothing seemed to stir the boy to the realm of waking. Looking back out the window, the young girl gave a small sigh. It was still kind of early; she shouldn't wake him just yet. It was okay if they got a later start. It was just then that she noticed a very visible projection in his pajama pants, almost like a stick or something was stuck in them. Thinking that it must be rather uncomfortable to have something stuck in one's pajama pants, Sophie brought it upon herself to try and remove whatever it was without waking Emile. She pushed gently on it at first, thinking it would fall over but was rather surprised to find it just shifts with her weight and is warm to the touch. Strange, maybe she should take a peak.

Lifting the hem of his pajama pants and underwear down, Sophie let out a very slight gasp when she found that the hard thing was, in fact, Emile's penis. Her face instantly went red hot, but then the worry came back. It wasn't that big last night when they were in the baths! Isn't that terribly uncomfortable?! Ever so carefully, Sophie reached over and grasped the end of his pecker between her fingers. Feeling it just a little, the hard shaft of skin seemed to pulse a little, almost like it was inflamed and was very hard and warm to the touch. Did Emile have a fever? "Hey hey Emile, do you have a fever? This doesn't look good." She gently said, stating to move her hand a little to inspect everything. "I've been in baths a lot, this isn't normal."

Emile started to slowly come out of his dream as he felt something touching his penis. He'd never felt something like this before. No one had ever touched his penis but him. It felt strangely... good? As he awoke, he realized that this feeling was real. His eyes opened very slightly, and he saw Sophie touching him. In his head, he was freaking out, but he didn't say anything so he wouldn't scare her. He let her continue touching him since it felt good. After a while though, he opened his eyes all the way and said, "Sophie, what are you doing?" He finally started to wonder why she was touching him. And for some reason, he wasn't feeling embarrassed. Could it be because it felt good? He wasn't sure.

At first, Sophie didn't know what she was doing. Despite her cry, Emile didn't seem to get up, and as she continued to prod, his penis only seemed to get harder. With direction, the girl continued to rub the tip with her fingers until a small bit of clear liquid started to leak out of the end and get on her hands. Was he peeing on her? n-no, this wasn't pee. She knew what pee was... With her hand a little slick now, she started being able to move quite a bit smoother over the surface of his member. As she did so, it seemed to twitch, which was... interesting. "Sophie, what are you doing?"

The poor girl froze like a Stantler in the headlights. Her grip tightened a bit, and her whole hand enveloped the boys dick... or well as much of Emile as she could; her hand was still rather small. "Uuum... I-I don't know. I thought it was weird when I woke you up and then... I don't know."

Emile quickly realized that she was just as clueless as he was about these things. "I... I've never had someone else touch me there before, especially when it's like that," he says quietly. "A... and for some reason... it feels good." He was sure why he mentioned that it felt good. Maybe it was him hoping she would keep doing it, but he doubted she would. The moment she knew she was caught, she froze. So he doubted she was okay with continuing. And from all the stimulus, he was incredibly hard. And for some reason, he still wasn't super embarrassed about all this.

"It feels good? Really?" Sophie said incredulously. Her gaze quickly went between Emile's eyes and his very hard member, currently with her hand wrapping almost all the way around it. "It honestly looks like this would hurt..." Despite saying that, Sophie starts to bring her hand up and down around her fingers, having the tip of his penis poke out around them each time she pushed all the way down to the bottom of his shaft. "Like it's really hot and warm and hard and big! None of which sound like it feels good?" Continuing as she was, Sophie couldn't help but watch rather entranced. She moved her head a little bit closer so she could see and moved some of her fingers off so it was just a few fingers pushing up and down his member so she could get a better view. To make matters worse, her own body felt rather hot, like she was sweating or outside for a very long time, even the small amount of clothes she had on was feeling rather like it was choking her.

"Well, it usually does hurt, especially when it's like this for a while. And it's usually really embarrassing." Emile said. He then moaned softly as she moved her hand more. Why did this feel so good? It didn't feel like this when he touched it to use the bathroom. Was it because Sophie was touching it? He was very confused by all this. One thing he knew though was that it felt really good and he didn't want her to stop. "Sophie, why did you start touching me?" He asked out of curiosity. "It feels good and for some reason I don't want you to stop, but why did you start doing this?"

"It usually hurts when it's like this?" Sophie said rather not surprised. "But it doesn't hurt now... Is it because I'm touching it?" She said, not really slowing down or showing any signs of stopping. Honestly, this was kind of fun. It was like teasing, and Emile was doing what she said at the moment. It was like she had found a weakness! "I dunno why I started, it looked strange and painful. Soooo I wanted to see what would happen. If you don't want me to stop, I won't. Plus." She giggled brightly and smiled a little devilishly towards him. "You're super weak to this, did you hear that moan just now! Hehehe. I'll torture you more! Take this!" She pinched his dick just a little before releasing the pressure, moving from gentle strokes to a little bit harder pinches involving her wrapping her hand all the way around. "Imma bully you till you tell me to stop!"


A young boy who just turned 11 years old; he lives in the Kanto region of Japan and he is a Pokemon trainer. He is a deep sleeper, indicating he's relaxed and possibly a bit laid-back in nature. He is open-minded and adaptable, given his calm reaction to an unexpected situation. Despite his initial confusion, he communicates clearly about his feelings and experiences without showing any embarrassment or discomfort. This shows that Emile is honest, straightforward, and not easily flustered.

"It usually hurts when it's like this?" Sophie said rather not surprised. "But it doesn't hurt now... Is it because I'm touching it?" She said, not really slowing down or showing any signs of stopping. Honestly, this was kind of fun. It was like teasing, and Emile was doing what she said at the moment. It was like she had found a weakness! "I dunno why I started, it looked strange and painful. Soooo I wanted to see what would happen. If you don't want me to stop, I won't. Plus." She giggled brightly and smiled a little devilishly towards him. "You're super weak to this, did you hear that moan just now! Hehehe. I'll torture you more! Take this!" She pinched his dick just a little before releasing the pressure, moving from gentle strokes to a little bit harder pinches involving her wrapping her hand all the way around. "Imma bully you till you tell me to stop!"

"I don't know. It doesn't feel like this when I touch it, so I don't know why it feels so good when you touch it." Emile told her. He let out another moan as she pinched him and picked up speed. He grabbed onto the bed sheets as his body tensed from the increase in pleasure. Tell her to stop? Why would he do that when it felt so good? He didn't want her to stop. After a little while, he felt something strange. It kind of felt like he was about to pee, but it seemed different somehow. "Sophie wait... something's happening." He said. Right after that, he reached his orgasm, and a strange liquid started to come out of his penis. He had just had his first ejaculation. It was mostly clear and didn't squirt out. It sort of just dribbled out.


An Egyptian Min priest. He's 12 years older than Nefret. He is a man of imposing presence, with raven black hair that shines as if oiled. His deep blue eyes are capable of intense scrutiny and often reveal his inner thoughts. He was initially trained as a warrior before becoming a priest, indicating physical strength and discipline. Althaksas is also a cunning individual, who takes calculated risks and uses his intellect to navigate complex situations. However, he has signs of obsessive desire and rage when things don't go his way, suggesting an unstable temperament under certain circumstances.

Althaksas lingered for a few moments, until most of the priests and courtiers had engaged in petty conversation with each other. Grabbing the opportunity by the neck he disappeared through the same door Nefret had. The Min-priest encountered the assaulted servant and grimaced. Though he did have his arcane arts to count on he was a man to avoid risks when possible. The princess was most surely still safe while in the custody of the big feline predator. Therefore, Althaksas decided to roam the hallways, stalk Nefret until she was alone and he could have a 'word' with her.

Nefret just laughed as she fed the lion and then headed out to the area where the Nile water came right up to the palace steps. She sat down as a servant fanned her. "Go ahead Mria, go talk to your husband. I know you're pregnant. You should spend time with him thinking up baby names." Nefret said and waved her servant off who thanked her.

Nefret sighed and leaned back in her seat again laying out to soak up the Egyptian sun's heat. "What a heavenly day, thank you Ra for rising again." she whispered and smiled more to herself as she shut her eyes. She said nothing more her mind on other things unaware the High Priest happened to be stalking her.

After the lion had vanished, Nefret made her way to the bank of the River, the artery of Egypt, the source of life. After a short while the servant accompanying her was sent off by the young blonde and finally she remained alone.

Althaksas made his way down to the waterfront, observing as she laid there spread out like a lazy cat. She thanked Ra and Althaksas saw his opening. "Maybe it's time to turn to Min for a change, the bringer of life and pleasure," he said while descending to where she laid.

Nefret blinked and lifted her head and stared at him. "I praise all the gods Priest. You mustn't tell me to to worship for I worship them all." Nefret said and then sat up as she stared up at the man. "What do you want Priest? My father has already spoken to you. Shouldn't you be getting back to your temple?" Nefret muttered.

She was known to have a bad temper and even her father was scared of her wrath. "You do know why me I was given the name Sekhmet-Nefret right?" she asked narrowing her eyes and glared at him. "I have my grandfathers temper and I was trained by my father to take his place one day if he never has a male heir. I know I need to marry if that happens but I was taught to be a warrior as well as a Queen." Nefret growled not looking very pleased.

She stood up her dagger was hidden on her inner thigh of her left leg but you couldn't see it through the dress she was wearing this time. Nefret preferred to wear more see through and lighter dresses but her father wouldn't allow it with a lot of males wondering the palace. He didn't like wondering eyes as Seti put it.

Nefret was a smarty mouth Althaksas noticed. He liked that and thus he grinned. "I have as much right to be here as yourself, your Highness. You may not know it but I too am distant royalty." Althaksas had known her grandfather when he was a youth and he could see the resemblance. She also showed surprising insight in politics.

But maybe she had forgotten he too had been trained as a warrior; before he had been a priest he had been a sworn guard to some regent at the coast.

The priest sat down beside her and looked out over the flowing Nile. "Nefret, I have a confession to make." He said, clearing his throat and running his hand through his raven black hair, shining as if oiled. "You haunt my dreams as if Min himself sends them to me, the omens favor a union between us, Princess." Althaksas beamed of confidence but feigned a little insecurity. He turned to her to look into her deep brown eyes with his deep blue ones. "I want you, Nefret..." he said as he placed one of his hands on the princess's far smaller ones.

Nefret stared at the High Priest wide eyed and her face flushed a bit before she backed up. "Well you can't have me. I am already promised to someone else as well... I am my father's only heir for now." Nefret muttered and looked away feeling her anger rising inside her but she knew better then to strike the priest. "You may be related to the family but your never going to have as much power as my father. Your blood isn't as pure as mine or my father's is. I know about you... you're a bastard child. Born from a concubine." she grunted and pulled herself away.

"You shan't ever have me... you're... you're just not good enough." Nefret snapped and backed away from him and gritted her teeth together as the Medji hurried over. "Escort this priest, outside of the palace, the royal family part. I swear priest, Father will hear about this. You should know your damn place. My Ra punish you for your sins." Nefret growled and ran out of sight heading down a path and into the palace. She ran into her room and shut the door and sat down on her bed wondering what was happening.

"How could he... I'm only a girl... I just can't... I am father's heir... he might even have me marry my brother if he ever has a male heir." Nefret muttered to herself and then sighed standing up walking past the open door that lead to her balcony. "I need to bath and a good night sleep. Then I might feel better tomorrow." Nefret said to herself as she walked into the bathroom and dropped her dress to the stone floor and kicked her candles off. She then slipped into the warm bath that was carved into the floor for the royal family of the house hold to bath in.

Her words made him angry and lit a seething fire within Althaksas. Not pure?! A bastard?! He would have her no matter the cost. While he was being escorted from the royal grounds, a place he rightfully belonged to as well, he pondered his next move. However his mind was clouded by desire and hate and as such he found himself stalking the hallways. Then before he knew it he was in Nefret's personal chambers.

She was sitting in the bath, steam swirling upward. Her blonde hair wet with warm water... He just stood there, watching her as she sank away in relaxation of the bath. How long till she'd notice him. And what would he do then? It was clear Althaksas had lost most of his inhibitions and would not listen to the voice of reason at this point. A dangerous state for a priest and known sorcerer to be in...

Nefret had her mind on other things and she smiled thinking about the the solider might be married off to when her father died. She yawned and went under the water for awhile before she popped back up and swam across the bath and leaned against the smooth marble and stared at the wall smiling at the massive picture of her father that had been painted there. Her back was to the Priest and she hadn't seen the poor bastard as she would call him nor did she care.

"I wonder if Thutmosis will be a strong man like father someday?" Nefret asked herself as a smile came to her face as she thought about her the handsome solider. She closed her eyes and dreamed of the handsome and strong man she met a few hours before. He would be king if he married someone of Royal Blood like Nefret.

Nefret sighed softly and kept her eyes shut still thinking about her solider man just wishing life would move a long so she could be Queen one day and rule beside solider when he become Pharaoh after marrying her when her father died. She couldn't believe she was already falling in love with Thutmosis the solder. Yet Nefret still hadn't seen the priest who she hated more then the other because he was so damn creepy.

Althaksas listened to the princess talking out loud concerning her potential future husband. Apparently she had her head full with that obnoxious warrior, Thutmosis. It made him even more angry and caused him to appear from the shadows. "Nefret. Thutmosis is not the man for you." He said, shaking his fist at her. "I am! Can't you see that, you spoiled little princess!?" He bridged the distance to the bath and taking advantage of the surprise he grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her out of the marble tub.

Water splashed around and Althaksas had decided he'd convince her he was indeed the right match for her. "Together we'll rule this kingdom," he hissed. She needed someone with brains and muscles, not just muscles.


An Egyptian young girl and second daughter of Pharaoh Seti the first. She has blonde hair and deep brown eyes, often seen in the splendor of royal attire. She carries herself with the confidence and authority of her royal lineage. Known for her quick wit and fiery temper, she's not afraid to speak her mind even when it risks offending those around her. Despite being a princess, she has been trained as a warrior and is prepared to take up the mantle of queen one day. While she can be stubborn and headstrong, Nefret also shows moments of vulnerability, dreaming about love and longing for a future where she can rule alongside someone she truly cares for.

Nefret had her mind on other things and she smiled thinking about the the solider might be married off to when her father died. She yawned and went under the water for awhile before she popped back up and swam across the bath and leaned against the smooth marble and stared at the wall smiling at the massive picture of her father that had been painted there. Her back was to the Priest and she hadn't seen the poor bastard as she would call him nor did she care.

"I wonder if Thutmosis will be a strong man like father someday?" Nefret asked herself as a smile came to her face as she thought about her the handsome solider. She closed her eyes and dreamed of the handsome and strong man she met a few hours before. He would be king if he married someone of Royal Blood like Nefret.

Nefret sighed softly and kept her eyes shut still thinking about her solider man just wishing life would move a long so she could be Queen one day and rule beside solider when he become Pharaoh after marrying her when her father died. She couldn't believe she was already falling in love with Thutmosis the solder. Yet Nefret still hadn't seen the priest who she hated more then the other because he was so damn creepy.


A Dwindled individual, significantly smaller in size compared to average humans. His small stature does not diminish his vibrant personality and he possesses distinctive tiger-like traits, including striped tail and possibly ears that flick and swivel to express emotions. Despite his reduced size, he exudes a strong presence with an assertive yet somewhat bashful demeanor. He's often seen blushing, suggesting a slightly shy or modest nature but doesn't shy away from engaging in intimate or unconventional scenarios. He has the ability to adapt quickly to new situations and uses humor as a coping mechanism during awkward or challenging moments. His caring side is apparent in his concern for Fiona's well-being and comfort during their shared experiences.

The little demi tiger took his turn to listen intently, his eyes getting bigger as she spoke. Inside and out, he was just the thing for her then hmm? His ears flicked, perked up, swiveling as he caught the sound of her breathing getting a little shaky, spotting her hand sliding down her front, her rod pointing up at him. Wonder if she could shoot him from there... But to get that excited again it sounded like he would have to be not where he was. Still, her descriptions of... everything, from the bedroom to the shower, to feeling him the whole way through, he was flushing brightly be the end of it, and it wasn't just from the steam of the shower.

"G-guess that confirms what I was able to read too... you do find Dwindled tasty... and... going through... made you feel good too," he murmured, his tail flicking, insinuating in turn that he'd researched some... side effects of a Dwindled ending up within someone. "Heh... I wonder... we're gonna have some of your friends help with movie making at some point... maybe we can pay them with... some of what you've enjoyed~" he giggled with a grin, putting his hands on the "railing" of the tray. "What do you think? Would that be a fair value trade?" he purred, blushing as he looked down at her rump. "Th-that... wouldn't be so bad... not bad at all..." he murmured, his tail flicking through droplets as he smiled brightly.

"Heh, so now you're turning into a casting director too?" Fiona said with a giggle. "Is Nova Blacktail going to be the next big name in pornography, bro?" She asked him with a chuckle. "Or do you just want to watch me make out and have sexy fun with all my sexy friends, you little perv, you..." She teased with another giggle. "...Because I like the sound of both ideas, to be honest" She told him, smirking and biting her lip a little. "And offering yourself as payment too? Aren't you the noble little Dwindle with the big, big heart? Allowing yourself to be eaten, or used as a toy? Maybe being this small really suits you" She told him, chuckling. "I'll send out some messages, see who's interested, I'm sure more than a few of them will be up for it... But in the mean time, it's just you, and me..." She purred, before reaching over to turn the shower off, the bathroom falling silent, the steam all that was left.

Fiona grinned and opened the shower door. She picked up Nova from his perch with one hand, taking his shorts in the other, and set him on the top of a little toiletries cabinet, that what exactly, perfectly level, with Fiona's hips... and therefore, that gigantic ass.

She turned away from him, giving him the full, complete view of that rump, which bounced and wobbled as she toweled herself. Her hefty balls could be seen swaying beneath heavily. At one point, she bent over so that she could dry her legs, which made her press her behind right up to the cabinet, her hill-like behind absolutely filling Nova's vision. Short of turning around or just closing his eyes, he couldn't look anywhere and NOT see his sister's booty.

Nova snickered a little back at Fiona. "I mean, I'm clearly the responsible one here," he joked, knowing full well that ever since the Dwindling, he had next to no responsibilities at all. And it wasn't as if anyone ever had to listen to anything he said... it was all too easy to literally walk all over him. "You felt how it was to have me sliding all through you... I know you'd love to see your friends squirming like you were, or to watch them make me disappear~ I'll even pretend to be unwilling about it to give you a better show... Work on my acting chops and all that," he snickered as she picked him up and carried him to the little cabinet, feeling himself starting to drip dry as she worked on herself. And before him was that huge mountainous rump, swaying and wobbling, he couldn't take his eyes off of it, even if he had just recently crawled out from under her tail, she was a bootyful sight to behold~

"A-again you know... that's just one route we can take... if we're really planning on deep diving into film making and all that... We can do serious stuff too! Only... we don't really have much of a special effects budget or anything... the simple... physical... stuff might just be, you know, easy enough for us to do," he would murmur, all the while blushing and stammering with the way Fiona's cheeks were shifting and bouncing, her sack swaying, and then those huge moons filling his gaze as she bent down!

"To be fair, when you make me feel this kinda way, then yeah, you kinda are the responsible one" She actually agreed with a chuckle as she dried herself. "Although to be honest, I'd probably get worried about you if you acted unwilling... Maybe that means I think you'll be a good actor" She said with another chuckle. "Oh! I've got one idea!" She said, literally bouncing from the excitement as she turned around to face him, ass turned away and great, big, onyx-black cock swinging into view, like a crane carrying a redwood.

"We could do like, mecha stuff, Gundam kinda things! Like, you and maybe other Dwindled could climb into normal sized people like us and pilot us like mechs, that could be pretty cool... But yeah, I think you're right... start simple, build up a catalog, get our name out there, and then we can use the income to expand, maybe get some proper professional effects people and stuff... yeah, yeah! That's a great idea, bro! I think we're REALLY onto something here!" Her cock, easily bigger than Nova himself by quite a sizable margin, swayed and twitched, and occasionally seemed to even throb, as it loomed over him like some lurking beast. The slit of her cock seemed almost as if it was glaring right down at him with ravenous intent.

Nova perked up as that booty was turned away, replaced by the sight of her huge shaft towering above him. With the woosh of her turn, her scent washed over him, clean and soapy. He breathed in deeply, blushing as he gazed up at her. "Heh, I can here it now. 'Get in the mech, Nova!' That would be a lot of acting on you and your friends' parts... heh, although I think you and them writhing in pleasure out of control might be a way to show the inability of us to pilot you well," he snickered, his stripey tail flicking about.

He gazed at her shaft as it throbbed and moved about above him, staring at him, as it flexed, opening and closing ever so slightly as she wiggled on the spot. He took a step back, in case it started to rain, she was looking very turned on by all this! He grinned a little in turn. "Heh, when we have a little money, if we can afford a little head light for me, I bet we could make some pretty good labyrinth treasure diving films~ Going around through your intestines was like a maze!"

"Sounds like we're just going to have a fat stack of blooper reels for all of these projects" Fiona remarked with a chuckle, before turning the towel over so it was at a drier end, and proceeding to gently pick him up again, this time carefully towelling him dry, just like how she'd washed him only moments before. He'd once again been brought up to a level where he was right before her bosom again, having been given a rather grand showing-off of all her assets at close range in a matter of minutes!

"I'll have to do some more searching, see what kinds of hardware is available for Dwindled size... Or I could just get a whole lot of LEGO" She said, before giggling to herself. "...Hey, that could actually work for some stuff, like set pieces and stuff... for you, anyway. We'd probably have to green screen it or something for the rest of us"

With the pair of them all dried, Fiona carried Nova in her palm, briefly detouring to her room so she could grab her phone and a hairbrush, before going to Nova's own room, so that he could get changed. Once she was there, she put him in front of where he kept his clothes, before setting her own phone down, flipping it to a camera mode and a mirror setting, proceeding to brush her hair whilst he changed.

"Well, I have nothing wrong with fat stacks~" Nova said with a smirk, before mewing out a little as he was bundled up and toweled dry. She was still so careful and soft with handling him, and he poked out of the towel right to look at her chest! He gulped. He'd been back behind those mounds not long ago, and between them just before that.

"Lego huh? Well at least I'll be taller than something," he chuckled, stripey tail flicking as he stared at her chest. "Maybe we paint them or something, unless I'm living in like, rainbow city. Though, we can stick to whatever is simplest at first. We don't wanna go over some budget or anything. And you still have your life at least, so... this is really just a hobby thing to keep me from being bored, you know?" he murmured, his ears splaying down a bit. He breathed out deeply, looking around his room. It was a normal sized room, but of course that didn't work well for him now. Most of his everything was atop his desk against one wall. Small clothes and a little cabinet to put them in where on the desk... and that was about it. There really wasn't much else at all for him to do. There was a little bell as well, about his size, that he could pick up and ring to try to get someone's attention if he needed something, although most of the time he was riding around with Fiona or someone else, so he wasn't left along often. The only other Dwindled aspect of his room was a little makeshift rope bridge to his normal sized bedframe, and a ladder leading to the mattress. No need for a tiny bed when a huge one was over there. He would get himself dressed, more little shorts and sleeveless shirts in his drawer. He put a set on and turned back to Fiona. "Well... what do you do now? You gonna get dressed?... Obviously I don't have any plans if you still wanna hang out with me, sis."


A vivacious and assertive individual with a playful streak. She has distinctive purple hair that she often parts in the middle, framing her face. Her body is robust, featuring large breasts and an ample rear end that are emphasized by her towering stature. She possesses a gigantic onyx-black appendage which further establishes her imposing physical presence. Despite her teasing nature and tendency to take charge, she shows genuine care for Nova, being gentle and considerate when interacting with him due to his Dwindled size. She's open-minded and creative, unafraid to explore unconventional ideas or scenarios, but always ensures the comfort of those involved---especially Nova.

"Well, I have nothing wrong with fat stacks~" Nova said with a smirk, before mewing out a little as he was bundled up and toweled dry. She was still so careful and soft with handling him, and he poked out of the towel right to look at her chest! He gulped. He'd been back behind those mounds not long ago, and between them just before that.

"Lego huh? Well at least I'll be taller than something," he chuckled, stripey tail flicking as he stared at her chest. "Maybe we paint them or something, unless I'm living in like, rainbow city. Though, we can stick to whatever is simplest at first. We don't wanna go over some budget or anything. And you still have your life at least, so... this is really just a hobby thing to keep me from being bored, you know?" he murmured, his ears splaying down a bit. He breathed out deeply, looking around his room. It was a normal sized room, but of course that didn't work well for him now. Most of his everything was atop his desk against one wall. Small clothes and a little cabinet to put them in where on the desk... and that was about it. There really wasn't much else at all for him to do. There was a little bell as well, about his size, that he could pick up and ring to try to get someone's attention if he needed something, although most of the time he was riding around with Fiona or someone else, so he wasn't left along often. The only other Dwindled aspect of his room was a little makeshift rope bridge to his normal sized bedframe, and a ladder leading to the mattress. No need for a tiny bed when a huge one was over there. He would get himself dressed, more little shorts and sleeveless shirts in his drawer. He put a set on and turned back to Fiona. "Well... what do you do now? You gonna get dressed?... Obviously I don't have any plans if you still wanna hang out with me, sis."

"Now less of that downy talk, Mister" Fiona told him, waggling her hairbrush in his direction before resuming what she was doing with her hair. "The state of mind is the state of play, Nova. Think positive and you'll always win... Besides, I cut down a whole bunch of my hours at the café just so I could look after you, and what was I doing before that anyway? Playing video games or surfing, both of which I can easily do anyway" She pointed out before finishing, having parted her hair in the middle so that her purple locks framed the sides of her face.

After that, she got up and came over to the desk where Nova was, before she picked him up gently, cupping him both her hands this time, and bringing him up to her face again. "Nova, you might be the littlest person in my life, but you're the BIGGEST part of my life... and you're more than just that. You've got a full-sized personality with a full-sized life of your own... I might be pushy and clingy and forceful and... well, a lot of things" She said, with a smirk. "But you're my brother, hell, more than that after today, and you might be small, but your words and wants don't have to be... if you want to stop, if you want me to stop, if you don't believe in something, just say it... just because I'm bigger than you doesn't mean I control your life"

With that rather serious-time speech out of the way, she leaned her face over and lightly kissed his head, holding her lips there for a moment. Whilst she could have easily kissed his entire body if she wanted, she settled for a little touch of his head, a little peck like a normal sized lover would do. "...and I never don't want to hang out with you, bro" She whispered softly, before she leaned away and smiled at him. "Now, you've been through quite a ride, you must be a little exhausted, or maybe hungry? Is there something you need? Because the only the thing I'm planning on doing is seeing which of my friends, and maybe some of yours if you want, are up for all these shenanigans" She told him with a smirk, before she grinned. "...and, do YOU want me to get dressed?" She asked him.


A driven and independent woman who values her work above personal relationships. She's not one for socializing or dating, preferring to focus on her career. Despite this, she can be sociable when needed, as shown by her ability to play along with the pretense of being in a relationship with Ben. Her practical side is evident in her preference for moderation when it comes to alcohol. She also seems open-minded and adaptable, showing excitement at the prospect of having a new workspace. While she may come across as aloof or distant at times, there are hints of warmth and gratitude in her interactions with Ben, suggesting an underlying kindness and empathy.

Anna never had any interest in relationships. When she was 5, a neighborhood kid played house with her. But she divorced him after five minutes of playing and left the poor kid on the playground playing. I'm high school, she was quiet but took the higher classes. College she never showed up to any dates. This left her at 30, single, but high ranked in her family company. Not because she was family, but because she got them this far with ideas to keep phones from dying so fast. College hasn't failed her yet. Until now.

Her parents attempted to get her to date people they knew, and it just wasn't working. She was a full on workaholic. If she didn't work, she would end up with a cold. The only time she actually relaxed was when finals ended her last year of college. Anna smiled and greeted guests with Ben. She was thrown off guard when his arm wrapped around her waist, and really had the urge to push him off but she kept her cover and even leaned into him.

Finally the guests left them be for a little bit and he let her go. Anna brushed her black spaghetti-strapped dress, then touched up her hair with her hands. "Don't worry, I'm in the same boat, I believe my parents will disown me if we don't make it look real," She spoke, finally making eye contact with Ben. "Do what you have to do."

"Another hour or two," Ben murmured, "and we can sneak away. Particularly if we look lovey-dovey. Our parents will assume we're sneaking off for—bedroom purposes." He floundered a little, and by damned if he didn't get a hint of a flush in his ears, just at the abstract mention of sex. "We can go down to my workshop if you want."

His offer surprised himself—he didn't invite people to his shop. Well... he was supposed to marry this woman, maybe it was time to open a few doors? Anna was bright, he knew that. He'd seen her CV—his father had presented it to him like a dog's pedigree. She was probably on his level if they ever came head-to-head in the same topic.

Though he wasn't much of an actor, Ben was able to keep up the facade of the happily-engaged couple. He touched her lightly but frequently, on the arm and shoulder. He turned to her to get her opinion on conversation, or to watch her reaction to something he'd said. It looked genuine enough... even if he was deliberately miming the actions of other couples he'd seen.

Anna rose an eyebrow and wrapped her arm around his to act playful, and she smiled leaning into him; when they had another moment she looked up to him. "We can head over there then. Did you want me to steal us some liquor before?" Anna asked offering to either grab one of the bottles of wine, or whiskey. She needed to loosen up. And from the looks of it , Ben needed too. "I can grab us a bottle and some glasses, then we can act lovely dovey till we get there," She greeted a couple more people as they walked up to them. She took Ben's hand and held it for awhile, while staying close to him.

"I don't actually drink," Ben said apologetically. "But, you know, go right ahead!" He waved his hand towards the wine. "Dad paid for it, might as well enjoy it."

He'd never understood people needing liquor—or at least, expecting to need it. It had baffled him in college and ever since. Why voluntarily drink something that would make you feel stupid the next day? You'd ruin a whole night—or more—of work, and for what? Still, he didn't mind it when other people did it—as long as they didn't puke on him. Or his prototypes.

"I'll just have half a glass," Anna got her glass from the lady pouring glasses. She tried not to get into a habit of drinking too much. It was nice to have a small fuzzy mind, but not being able to walk or talk right was too far. "Should we head off?" She asked Ben when they had another moment to themselves. She was a little done with the crowd, and the noisy conversations. Anna was also curious to maybe get to know Ben if he allowed it.

Ben stretched up onto his toes to gauge where both sets of parents were. "Yeah, let's get the heck out of here." He offered her his elbow with a gallant bow and a smile. "Milady?" It was cheesy and overdone, but the amusement in his eyes was genuine. "I am really looking forward to being somewhere quieter," he murmured. "I don't know how people do this all the time. Maybe earplugs? Or noise canceling headphones."

Anna laughed and took his elbow with her hands, walking with him. "Oh it will be so much better," she spoke lightly and quiet so he could hear her while still smiling. "Noise canceling headphones would be best," she mumbled again, then taking a glance back to their parents who now saw that both Ben and Anna were leaving together. She was pretty sure they sold it for their parents that they would be 'messing around'.

As soon as they were in the private areas of the manor, Ben dropped her arm. Not because he didn't want to touch her—but because he did not want her to be obligated to do so. As they walked he undid his tie, pulling it loose and popping the top buttons of his shirt. "I hate this crap," he confessed. "The parties and all the—" he waved his hand wildly. "Fripperies. It's such a waste of time. People like you and me, we belong in a lab or a shop, not... not on display like freaking show puppies." He unlocked the door to his workshop and held it open for her. "Welcome to Candyland. Watch your feet—I haven't let the maids in here in... awhile..." ever "...and I don't sweep as often I should."

Anna walked with him and took her hand away as he let go. She undid her hair since it was up, and it would add a little more believable appearance if anyone saw them later. As she walked in she gasped and laughed slightly . "Oh my god, look at this," she walked in, careful of where she stepped. "This is amazing . You have your own little work shop like this, I had to do most of my work in the lab at the office or in my room without anyone knowing." The lithium in batteries was dangerous when testing different ways to make it last longer. If she did it in her room she was really desperate to get it done. She could risk a fire though.

"Dad might prefer to parade me as a show dog, but he's aware of what makes the millions." Ben traced his fingers over a countertop, seeing the space with new eyes. "He's always given me the best tools money could buy. Of course, he started using my patents when I was about nine years old but... can't complain too much." He offered her a small smile. "I can clear out some space down here for you, or we can outfit you a space of your own. No sense in you scrimping for workshop space when I've got plenty." Another almost bashful grin. "We could consider it a wedding present."

"Really?" Anna asked him with a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. Anna went over to him and hugged him. "Thank you so much Ben," soon after she backed away to make sure that she wouldn't make the situation too awkward then she already did. "I'll make it up to you! I promise." Anna smiled slightly and looked around his work space some more. She wasn't regretting this as much anymore. Ben was just as committed to the job as she was.


A thoughtful and considerate man who values his privacy and has a strong sense of duty towards his family. He's not comfortable in social situations, preferring the solitude of his workshop. Despite this, he's capable of acting convincingly in public when necessary. His preference for practicality over pomp is evident in his distaste for formal attire and parties. He's generous too, offering to share his personal workspace with Anna. Although he doesn't drink alcohol, he shows tolerance towards those who do. His shy nature comes through when discussing intimate topics, suggesting a level of modesty or discomfort with such matters.

"Really?" Anna asked him with a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. Anna went over to him and hugged him. "Thank you so much Ben," soon after she backed away to make sure that she wouldn't make the situation too awkward then she already did. "I'll make it up to you! I promise." Anna smiled slightly and looked around his work space some more. She wasn't regretting this as much anymore. Ben was just as committed to the job as she was.

Ben snorted. "You don't have to make it up to me, Anna. You're marrying me—which gets my parents off my back. Even if you weren't also bringing the microbattery dreams of mine into reality... I don't like disappointing my parents." He sank onto one of the rolling stools and faced her. "I don't expect much from you in private, but—I'd really like not to embarrass my parents in public. And... if building you a lab makes that easier..." Ben shrugged. "I know you're sacrificing your own dating life for this. I feel like I owe you for that."


A 12 years old boy with pitch-black eyes that can glow with dark energy, hinting at his supernatural ability. His physique is strong enough to resist Polymnia's vampire strength, but he's not immune to physical pain. He has a hairless crotch and his body possesses a unique quality that affects vampires in an unusual way. Personality-wise, Lance is assertive and somewhat sadistic, as he relishes the idea of causing harm. However, he also exhibits childish pride and competitiveness. Despite his sinister tendencies, he becomes flustered in sexually charged situations, indicating some level of innocence or naivety.

Lance struggled as the girl had pinned him up against the wall. Her strength didn't hurt him that bad as she had him pinned so there for he needed only a little more juice. He looked into her eyes with his pitch black ones as she threw her charm on him. "I..." he said as he reached forward gently grabbing the girl by her wrists. His mind quickly snapped, and he grinned, and the dark energy once again pulsed around his body pushing him to his max.

"...strongly disagree." His grip tightened on her wrists. "Just think about it," he said, moving his head towards hers. "Your little body all cut up, dripping with blood... Sounds like a work of art, don't you think?" He asked as he lifted his legs, put his bare feet on her chest, and pushed as hard as he could.

Gasping out at the pain of her arms almost being ripped from her body, her face became pained by a slight sweat forming on her pale skin. Her eyes fluttered for a moment. Maybe she should just sleep for a while the boy could do what ever and she'd heal ever the same. Polymnia's soft brown hair was slowly becoming dampened with the sweat of her resistance of her arms getting broken. Sucking in a breath as deep as she could with his foot there. Her eyes were flashing rapidly dark red and bright red as she drove her knee into his crotch.

Lance's eyes widened as the pain surged into his groin. He let go of her and fell to the floor holding his crotch, backing away. This was the first time he'd ever experienced some one hitting him there. He pushed his head against the ground, still trying to ignore the pain as he rolled over on his side. "Dammit," he said between gritted teeth. "That wasn't fair." He said his eyes tightly closed. "Not fair at all." He said as if they had been playing a game, and she dished a low blow.

Polymnia's eyes dipped into the bright red color, a smile coming across her lips; she rolled her sore shoulders, and took a step toward the boy. A sight of red roses on her face. "You know... that wasn't very nice to hit me either... and now... you've made me hungry"

With her blinding speed, she moved to the boy's back, pinning him under her hips, her canines extended as she let out a soft sound of joy. She licked her lips slowly, eyeing the soft spot on the boy's neck that rested above the large vein in his neck. Smiling, she looked into the boy's eyes, a wild fire blazing in her reddened eyes. "This is going to be good..."

Leaning over, she bit hard into the boy's neck and began to suck hard, being aggressive but not tearing the boy's neck out. The more she sucked the stranger she felt, she began to get an odd dizzy feeling as if everything were getting hazy. She gasped back, falling over and moving a bit away, eyeing the boy wildly. "What... the... hell... are... you..." As everything swirled and moved, she sat back, fighting the unconscious state that was trying to claim her.

Lance shoved himself back as well, holding his neck blood dripping between his finger tips. "You, you're a vampire," he spoke, not able to believe it. "They're real." He looked at his hand, seeing the blood then placed it back on his neck. The small prick wounds stung but it was something he could take. Though he still was frozen there, not sure if this was all a dream. He stood up, putting his back against the wall. "Vampires are just a story, right?" he asked. Slipping back to his rear on the ground as his eyes returned to normal.

As Polymnia lay there on the floor looking up at the ceiling, an increasingly warm feeling overcame her, almost as if she might be drunk, but it took almost a whole bar's worth of alcohol to make her drunk. Slowly sitting up, she looked over at the boy, watching his eyes change. Not sure if she could trust her self to stand, she crawled over to the boy slowly, letting her canines remain extended, and her eyes sparkled like they were lit with rubies.

"Well... I dunno..." She smiled, making sure her canines were visible. "You tell me..." She looked at the boy, then letting a small smirk cross her lips. She brushed some of her now tangled brown hair out of her face then looked at the boy with a creepy bright smile on her face.

"You know... I don't know what's in that blood of yours... but I feel great" the last part said Wispy as she moved forward and sat next to the boy. "I suppose you can stay. Even though I beat you... ", she smiled happily and stuck her tongue out.

Practically becoming a kid again Lance let his pride get in the way when she told him she had beaten him. "No way you one!" He said pushing himself onto his knees. "My blood took you down, so in other words, I won." He said crossing his arms not even paying attention to his neck anymore. "If you want, I can take you again." His head felt a little dizzy from the blood loss, and he lost balance on his knees, falling sideways, throwing his arm out to support him. "Well, once my head stops spinning," he said, trying to keep himself steady.

Looking at the boy hungrily, Polymnia crawled slowly over him, pinning him down. Her eyes tinged red, and her canines extended, licked her lips slowly and leaned forward, sniffing the boy's still bleeding neck.

"Mmmmm... I'll show you my head spinning... " Leaning down, she let her teeth sink into the boy's skin again, sucking the blood into her mouth and down her throat. Shivering, she held the boy down, sucking firmly on his neck. When she felt she was full and without even bringing the boy close to death, she pulled back gasping for air as her world spun, her head dizzy with whatever made this boy's blood special.

"Hmmmm... yeah, you can definitely stay..." Shivering, she looked down at the boy she was still straddling.

"S-stop doing that," Lance said, feeling a little more weak due to the loss of blood. His hands reached up to grab the girl. He grabbed the top of her gown and tried to thrust her aside but instead only managed to rip the top of her gown off revealing her flat chest while the rest of the gown slid down her front. He paused only to stare at her. Most of his other kills were naked when he killed them, but for some reason, his face turned red when he saw her pale skinned body. He shook his head. "I didn't want to stay here, I only came to stay warm, and you were going to be my next kill, though you proved hard to keep down."

Polymnia sat up a bit straighter when he ripped her gown off her top, shivering her extra pale skin appearing to have a silvery glow to it. She let her eyes fill with the lust normally only reserved for when she was killing. This boy was special, and she didn't think she wanted this boy to leave until she was tired of him. Watching his face flush red caused something inside of her to shiver. Her head tilted back so that her already tangled brown hair fell delicately down her back. She closed her eyes that, when opened, would show to be a brightly sparkling red ruby color. Slowly lowering her head down to look at the boy, she smiled impishly.

"Well... I tend to make things difficult for a lot of people..." smirking, she placed her hands over his hips.

Lance wasn't sure he understood what she wanted, due to the fact that most other girls cried for him to stop when he brought up that idea. However, something about her sparked his interest in him. He reached up with one hand and ripped the rest of the gown off of her. If she wanted him, who was he to argue with, especially when he was addicted to pushing his penis into girls? He reached down with the same hand and began pulling his pants down a little, exposing his hairless crotch between her legs. "Are you sure you're not underestimating how difficult you can make things?" he asked, reaching up and poking his finger into her crotch.

Her small body jerked when he ripped the rest of her gown off; a deep shiver spread through her body. Her eyes shimmered lightly as she looked down at the boy; this would be the first time she would do anything like this without planning on killing her prey shortly thereafter. She let her body jerk as a deep shiver threaded through her body, forcing a soft moan from her small blood-stained lips.

"Ohhh... I have a slight idea..." Her small hands snaking down to grip the male part, gripping firmly.

In Lance's mind, this didn't make sense; she just grabbed his penis with her bare hand as if she wanted it. How ever, he didn't care whether it made since or not. He gripped her undergarments, pulling them down, revealing her little lady part. "What idea would that be?" he asked, looking not at her face but at her vagina.


A vampire with a fair, almost silvery complexion and soft brown hair that often gets tangled. Her eyes are captivating, changing between dark red and bright red depending on her emotional state. She has a petite body with a flat chest, similar to that of an ordinary 8 years old girl. Personality-wise, she is feisty and resilient, not backing down from confrontations easily. She exudes an alluring charm mixed with lethal danger, reflecting her vampiric nature. Despite her deadly tendencies, there's an underlying playful side to her as well---she enjoys challenging others and doesn't mind bending the rules to suit her desires.

In Lance's mind, this didn't make sense; she just grabbed his penis with her bare hand as if she wanted it. How ever, he didn't care whether it made since or not. He gripped her undergarments, pulling them down, revealing her little lady part. "What idea would that be?" he asked, looking not at her face but at her vagina.

Polymnia's eyes fluttered a bit as she felt her undergarments removed. Shivering again, she let her hand move up and down the boy's penis; she bit her lower lip lightly,

"Mmmmmm well, usually, I end their lives..." She shivered again as if almost feeling the boys gaze upon her. She then decided what she wanted to do, and whether she had to fight him, she was going to get what she wanted, no body told her no. Moving her hand to line his penis up with her small opening,

"But tonight... I think I just want to play..." slowly lowering her head on to him, she tilted her head back, letting a slightly shrill moan come from her lips as she pushed herself down onto him so that her lower lips touched the base of him.


A young 9-year-old girl who recently lost her sight. Despite her disability, she remains optimistic and cheerful, often giggling and expressing happiness. She's trusting and innocent, relying heavily on others to navigate through her new world of darkness. Her naivety sometimes leads her into uncomfortable situations without realizing the implications. She likes to dress in cute outfits such as a soft pink dress and long socks.

Lily followed him out to the car, and when she felt him helping her get in, she did her best to make sure that she didn't stumble or bonk into something. Once she was fully seated and felt the seatbelt securing her, she felt relieved. "T-that was a little scary. I shouldn't have been scared though. I knew you wouldn't let me fall," she couldn't really tell that her dress had rode up her leg exposing her panties, so she just sat quietly.

"Oh yes, I am comfortable, thank you for helping me into the car." She then felt him take her hand again and place it on his lap. She felt the same hard thing she had felt before but just thought maybe it was his leg.

After the short drive was over, she heard Steve trying to get the seatbelt buckle off but having trouble and ended up brushing her panties before she finally felt it move away. "A-are you OK, you didn't hurt yourself right, I-I'm sorry I should have caught you, right?" She didn't seem to mind it at all that he was brushing against something private since he couldn't see what he was doing.

She then got out of the car with his help and started to follow him toward his house hand in hand. "I wish I could see how amazing your house is. I bet you have a really wonderful home and it's nice and cozy."

"No Lily, I didn't hurt myself. I think I may have accidentally touched your panties though. That is one thing about being blind, not knowing exactly where your hands are about to touch. I hope you weren't embarrassed." As Steve led her into the house, "Well, to be honest, I have never seen it either." He tickled her side to emphasize his joke and laughed.

"One thing to remember is to move slowly at first. When you get to know the house, you will be able to move around quicker. Use your hands to feel your surroundings. You will notice there are no doors. I found them to be a nuisance and didn't want to keep bumping into them." Steve slowly led Lily around the rooms of the house, pointing out the furnishings and the layout of the house. When he got to the sliding door to his patio, he told her, "Until you are used to the house, you should not go out this door alone. There are a couple steps out there and a swimming pool. I like to spend time out there, and I know you will enjoy it also."

He led her through the kitchen and dining room, letting her stop and feel the table and chairs. He took her to the hall, and they stopped at the bathroom. "This is one of the bathrooms; there is another in my room. You are welcome to use either one whenever you want."

They entered his bedroom, and he let Lily feel his big comfortable bed and then the master bath. He showed her where to find towels in both bathrooms. "Your bedroom also enters into this bathroom, so there will be times when we may bump into each other here. No need to be shy since we are both blind. I like this bathroom better because it has a big shower that doesn't require a door or curtain." Steve led her into the shower, so she understood what he meant.

Then she went into her room. "I'm sorry this bed is not as comfortable as mine. We will get you a better mattress later. Steve took Lily to the living room, and they sat on the sofa holding hands. "Lily, I want you to know that this is your house too, and I want you to be comfortable. Steve then leaned over and touched her face and kissed her forehead.

Lily smiled and shook her head. "Oh no, it's alright Mr. I know you didn't mean to, I could feel you falling onto me, so it wasn't that embarrassing, you were just having trouble getting the seatbelt off." She felt a little sad hearing him say that he hadn't seen his own house but did giggle a bit when he started to laugh.

Once she was inside, she listened to him carefully and let him lead her through all of the rooms. She made sure to pay attention to all of the things that he told her about and didn't say much on the tour since she wanted to get a good feel for the house and not interrupt anything.

Once it was finally over and they were sitting on the couch, she giggled after feeling a kiss on her forehead. "Your house sounds wonderful, I just wish my bed was more comfy, yours felt so comfortable, but then again, you probably weren't planning on having someone live with you." She then giggled again and snuggled up with him. "I think we're gonna be the best of friends, and we'll both be able to help each other in the future."

Steve put his arm around Lily as she snuggled against his side. "It's been a busy day. Would you like to freshen up or anything? I would at least like to change clothes and get more comfortable. One thing about us being blind is clothing isn't always a must. Actually, this sub-division is zoned as clothing optional in back yards."

Steve stood up, still holding her hand. "I am going to get out of my suit. You can join me if you want, or we can find your suitcase if you want to change."

Lily nodded and smiled. "Yes, I would like to change my clothes. I have a really cute and soft pink dress that's really cute. You just need to take my word for it though. I'm just glad I got to see it before this happened." She then looked a little confused about the no clothing, but it did make sense to her. "Oh, I would like to feel the fabric of my dress on my skin; it feels really nice. U-um, you're gonna need to help me change. I-I haven't ever done it by myself while I couldn't see."

"Of course Lily, we can go change now." Steve helped Lily stand up, and the two of them went to his bedroom first. "I will just take a minute to undress Lily, then we will find your clothes and your pretty pink dress." Steve took off all his clothes and opened a drawer to get some silk boxers. He sighed, "Lily, I am about to put on some boxers, but I do so enjoy the feeling of going naked. Would it bother you if I was naked?" Holding the boxers in one hand, he took her hand in the other and turned toward her bedroom.

Lily smiled and got off the couch with his help and started to walk to his bedroom with him. Hearing he was going to change, she nodded and smiled. "OK Mr., I'll be right here." She didn't move at all since she didn't know where anything really was yet.

After hearing his question, she giggled and shook her head. "It wouldn't bother me at all, Mr. It's not like I can see if you're naked or not." She then took his hand and started to follow him to her bedroom. "Remember, it's really soft. That should help us find it. It's the softest dress that I have. I bet you'll love the feeling of it too."

Steve put the boxers on the bathroom counter as they passed through. When they got into Lily's room, he found her suitcase on the bed and pulled it to the edge of the bed with her standing next to it.

Moving behind her, pressing against her back, and taking her hands in his, he moved her hands to the latches and helped her open the case. When the case was open, he laid his hands on the clothes inside so she could feel them.

"Let's find the dress, and we can put everything else away." He moved his hands in with Lily's to search. He could see the dress on the top, but he was looking at the remaining contents. He saw panties of many colors, some cotton and some that were soft like his silk boxers. He felt his penis start to swell and push against her back. He took out a pair of colorful thigh-high stockings that had long vertical stripes. He placed them in Lily's hand. "What are these Lily?"

Lily felt the bed in front of her and soon felt him move her hands to unlock the latches of the case; she smiled, hearing it open. When she started to feel through the clothes with him, she felt a soft one at the top but wanted to make sure it was the softest one of them all.

Soon she felt something hard pressing against her back and looked confused. "Mr. you're kinda pushing up against me a little bit, or are you just making sure I don't fall back?" She then felt something placed in her hands and examined them for a little while before realizing what they were. "Oh, these are my big socks. They make me look really cute. I wish you could see me in them. I can put them on, and you could maybe feel how cute they make me right. You said you could feel how I look right?"

"Are long socks something you would wear with your soft dress? I would love to feel them on you. Yes, if I touch you right, it does make me feel like I can see you." Steve pulled away from Lily enough that only his penis was touching her back. "Sorry Lily, I guess I was just making sure you were safe. I guess it's just me, I like a lot of contact. Steve picked up the panties in the case and had Lily touch them. "Are these your panties? Some of them feel like normal cloth, but some are really soft and slick. "Have you found the dress?"

Lily smiled and nodded. "Yea, I would definitely wear them with my dress, I'd be super cute, I'm sure. You'll have to feel me again just to see how cute it really makes me." She then giggled after hearing him apologize. "Oh no, it's OK, I do want you to keep in contact with me so that I know you're there. I'm sorry I just am not used to it yet."

She then felt him put her panties in her hand, and she nodded. "Yep, these are mine. Would you like me to wear these ones I can? It doesn't really matter, does it right? I bet they're really cute." After he asked if she had found the dress, she went back to the one on top and pulled it out smiling. "This one has to be it, it's super soft, I would never mistake the feeling of it."


A man who, despite being sighted, convincingly pretends to be blind, implying he's skilled at deception and manipulation. His personality leans towards the manipulative side as he uses his pretended blindness to create situations where he can get physically close to Lily. He also seems comfortable with bending social norms and boundaries, particularly when it comes to personal space and clothing. Despite these negative traits, Steve exhibits an outwardly friendly demeanor and has a knack for making others feel at ease in his company.

Lily smiled and nodded. "Yea, I would definitely wear them with my dress, I'd be super cute, I'm sure. You'll have to feel me again just to see how cute it really makes me." She then giggled after hearing him apologize. "Oh no, it's OK, I do want you to keep in contact with me so that I know you're there. I'm sorry I just am not used to it yet."

She then felt him put her panties in her hand, and she nodded. "Yep, these are mine. Would you like me to wear these ones I can? It doesn't really matter, does it right? I bet they're really cute." After he asked if she had found the dress, she went back to the one on top and pulled it out smiling. "This one has to be it, it's super soft, I would never mistake the feeling of it."

"I will definitely need to feel you a lot to get a good picture of you in my mind. I think you should wear the long socks." Steve laid them aside. "I know how you feel. I miss being able to have contact all the time. I have lived alone a long time. It's nice to have a roommate and a new friend." Steve leaned a little closer and draped one arm in front of her shoulder.

Knowing he was misunderstanding her on purpose, he answered, "You are right, it doesn't really matter. You don't need to wear panties if you don't want to." Steve reached out and touched the dress. "It feels really soft and cuddly. Are you ready to change? What do you need me to do first?"