A dominant and cruel shemale (woman with a penis) who enjoys humiliating and degrading her captives. She takes pleasure in asserting her power over others, forcing them to perform humiliating acts on camera. Her sadistic nature is evident through the way she treats her victims, showing no empathy or remorse for their suffering. Kyrie possesses an intimidating presence that further emphasizes her dominance over her captives.

"Don't swallow it all!" Kyrie laughed. "Keep some in your mouth..." She then pulled a camera closer. "Now open your mouth and swirl it around with your tongue... what a WHORE you are..."

She video taped the girl doing the act. "Now... for act 2." She set the camera back and had it soon in on the captured police ladies face... "Look into the camera... don't look away..." She smiled and left the room. She then went out back and was behind the police woman...

"Now... I want you to describe to the camera... what I'm doing to you... don't stop..." She giggled and then began to lick the police woman's asshole out as she fingered her moist cunthole.

Shelly opened her mouth, tears running down her eyes. The slowly breaking cop started using her tongue to swirl the cum around in her mouth. Finally she swallowed it all, the camera catching her shame. Shelly heard Kyrie walking behind her, gasping in surprise as she felt the tongue sliding into her ass. "S... she is... licking my... a... a... butt..." A little squeak escaped her lips as the fingers found her cunt as well. "N... now fingering me..."

Kyrie sighed and mewed "Next... for the main course..." She got up behind the trembling police woman and positioned her cock at the moist vagina, and slowly pushed in, groaning in pleasure as she began to fuck the girl's pussy good and hard... holding her hips tight as she banged away slowly, her penis going all the way in, and breaking any hymen the girl might have had, and then her hips began smacking into the nice tender asscheeks. "Keep describing it..." She laughed. "You know you like it you whore."

Shelly cried out as Kyrie thrust forward and started to fill her pussy. She whimpered, gasping as the other girl started to fuck her. "S... she is... ra... raping me..." She cried to the camera, her body shaking with the force of the thrusts.

"Oh... am I?" Kyrie grinned and pumped her cock more. "And describe more... what will I do if I keep fucking you? What if I really like it... and decide to not pull out? Tell the audience, Police Lady..."

Shelly was gasping, moaning a bit as she was fucked. "S... she is going to cum inside me... p-p... please help me..." Her head was bowed, breasts shaking with the thrusts inside of her.

"That's right..." Kyrie said with a warm smile. "I'm gonna cum in you... cum so deep... and make you so full... get ready for the blessing Officer Shelley..." And with that... she shuddered and came hard.

Shelly cried out, sobbing as she felt her rapist's warm seed filling her. She wanted to pull away but was to scared of what might happen if she did.

Kyrie moaned and sighed... gasping for at least a half an hour... as she came multiple times inside of the young tight police officer... filling her over and over with her hot sticky fertile rapist girl sperm.

"Take that you fucking uppity officer whore..." She whimpered as she collapsed on her lover's back... and fondled asscheeks roughly, sticking her finger into tight anal orifice... and running it around, before pulling her fingers out to lick them off. "Hmm... tasty..." She giggled. "Now... one more time... look at that camera. And tell them all... what's in your belly... and EXACTLY how it makes you feel to know that... don't fuck around... DO IT NOW!"

Shelly was filled again and again with her captor's sperm. Finally she lay there, the other girl still inside of her. She whimpered as a finger slipped into her ass. Shelly sobbed softly, looking up at the camera. "H... her cum is... is in my belly. I... I'm so scared... feel so dirty..." She sobbed.

Kyrie smiled. "Now... I'm going to pull you out. What promises do I have that you're not going to be trying to be a heroine or anything?" She cocked her pistol. "Not that I can't deal with you... but it seems like such a waste to lose such a tasty little ass pit after all this work... so... are you gonna be a smart ass whore?"

She waited for the response and then pulled her out... and started to walk her at gun point down into the barn... and into her dungeon towards her little cells. They were small and cramped... and barely big enough for one woman... and many of them were already filled with crying sobbing girls.

Shelly lay there sobbing, hearing the pistol cock. "Y... yes... please... I won't." She no longer felt like a brave police officer, she felt like a scared and used little thing. She gasped as Kyrie pulled out of her and slowly got up. Shelly walked down into the dungeons, eyes widened at the cages full of women. There had to be a few open cases right here. She had hoped to be the hero and find them but here she was... defeated and defiled.

Kyrie smiled. "Hi girls... I'm back... now don't all cheer at once... I know you've been waiting for me..." She giggled as they all sobbed sadly.

"By the way, I brought you a new friend. This police woman is Shelly... she came to rescue you, but well, as you can see, she didn't do very well. Shelly... why don't you finger your cunt and asshole hard... and while you do that, introduce your self to the girls... and tell them ALL that I did to you."

As she waited... she pulled out one young teenage girl from a cage... and forced her to eat and slurp her cunthole while she watched the police woman do what she was ordered to.

All the women had obviously been broken in like she had. They barely felt like humans likely. Shelly sobbed, begging softly. "p... please no..." At any sign of threat, she whimpered but slid her fingers into her abused cunt and ass. "m... my name is Shelly... I work... worked for the police. No... now I'm a breeding slut. I've been raped... she fucked my ass and mouth and told me she was going to make me her fat breeding whore." Shelly cried harder. "I'm sorry... I wanted to save you..." She was a pathetic sight.

Kyrie moaned and groaned... ramming the girl's face into her wet snatch while her cock rubbed on the girl's forehead. "Oooh... eat that... eat that snatch... munch and slurp and slurp and munch... and call yourself a whore..." The teenager did so... to the best of her ability... making loud vulgar noises She soon was put on her hands and knees... and Kyrie began to cunt fuck her very hard.

"Please... oh goooddd noooooo!!" She wailed. "I just had a third baby by you last month! STOPPPPPP!!!" "Shut up... You're having more... baby factories all of you... Hey Police woman... bring your cunt over here... she wants to drink my sperm from your twat and anus... offer it to her..." She smiled watching the policewoman do so...

Shelly crawled over to the teenager girl. She whimpered softly at the other woman. "P... please drink Mistress's sperm from me..." She spread her legs, ashamed to be putting the girl through more.

The girl sobbed... but knew better than to deny Kyrie... she hungrily ate the sperm juice out of the ex-officer's delicious creamy anus and pussy... slurping hard to get every bit of cum out of the twat and ass... worst of all... she could feel Kyrie's powerful cock move in and out faster and faster... preparing to impregnate her again... something that was unstoppable, her eggs in her womb called for Kyrie's sperm... and they would get it. Meanwhile her tongue continued to clean Shelly's well used anus.


A police officer who initially displays bravery and determination in her line of duty. However, after being captured and subjected to humiliation and abuse, she becomes submissive and broken. Her resilience fades as she succumbs to fear and degradation. Shelly has an authoritative presence before her capture.

Shelly crawled over to the teenager girl. She whimpered softly at the other woman. "P... please drink Mistress's sperm from me..." She spread her legs, ashamed to be putting the girl through more.


One of the Eight demons, the High Demon of Lust. His personality is sadistic, cruel, and derives pleasure from causing pain and humiliation, in particular to angels.

Lucien kept himself this deep inside her for a second, while his hand moved down to her clit, not having missed the light. "What was that for?" He asked her, taking the little nub inbetween two fingernails and squeezing it lightly, "Why did that happen?"

He wanted to know, as for all he could know it was some kind of signal to heaven, and soon her God would come down and try to save her. Not that he would mind, in this world he would probably be able to overpower her, but it still worried him. The ropes tightened around her, making them even less comfortable than they already where. "I could torture it out of you just as easily, but if you want to spare yourself the pain, I would tell it to me right now. Why did your clit glow up? What does it do?" He squeezed somewhat harder, it being painful for the sensitive little nub.

Daenrys's eyes tightened as she cried out and shook her head. When she felt his fingernails touched her sensitive clit she cried out and took in several shaky breaths as tears slid down her flushed cheeks. "I... it was my purity... when an Angel loses her virginity... she loses her purity which makes her an angel... y... you killed my purity... I... I'm not longer capable of carrying my weapons... only an angel can carry them... I... I'm no longer... an angel..." She grunted out as she looked towards him with slightly weak eyes as she felt his fingers squeeze harder causing her to scream out in pain and turn her head away. "Please stop" She gasped out with a cry.

The demon grinned, this actually being the first time he heard that, even though there were many other angels before her. "Oh, poor you. Maybe if you had told me I could've started with your ass, or your throat." Lucien said, grinning. "You will keep your wings, right? I believe the ones before you did." He said, starting the thrusting once more, going deeper and deeper inside of her, though his fingers had gone of her clit, and were now at her breasts, rolling over and tugging at her nipples. "What would happen if you tried to pick up your weapons now?" He asked, an evil look in his eyes, meaning he was up to something, maybe not now, but later.

Daenrys took in a fast gasp of breath as she looked up at the dark ceiling an grunted loudly, the ropes coming from the ceiling that tied her legs up to give the demon easy access to her cunt... she could see where they ended. "M... my wings stay..." She grunted out before he eyes tightened as his thrusting began again causing the Angel's body to bounce with each thrust. Her Breasts were sore and her nipples hard and as he continued to thrust into her she let out a faint grunt and sobbed as she twisted her wrists in the bindings that held her up. "I... t... would burn my hands..." She groaned out before she felt her heat grow "Oh goddess no... please... stop... OH GOD" She screamed out and shook her head as she felt her entire body shutter in pleasure.

The man smiled hearing what the weapon would do. "Good, What would happen if your spear got rammed up your ass?" He asked her, grinning, letting her know what he had in mind for her. Even though he had fairly good access to her now, he wanted it better, so he got her off the wall and made her bent over, before starting to slam his cock into her once more going deeper then ever, quite possibly reaching her cervix, or passing through it. "Why would I stop my little bird? It feels good for me. Maybe call out to heaven more, and they'll come down to join you after seeing how much fun you're having." He said, grinning, giving her a slap on her ass, his hand leaving a bright red print on it.

Daenrys took in a shaky breath at his first words. She glanced over towards her weapons which were out of her reach, with the collar around her neck keeping her to the wall. When The demon took her off the wall and turn her back to him a sob escaped her lips as he pushed her over. Her legs spreading themselves without being able to control them. She reached out to the wall to keep herself standing as the Demon's thick length thrusted deeper. She could feel his head pressing against her cervix, shoving into harder and harder with each thrust. The Angel's eyes fluttered as she pressed her cheek into her shoulder. Her cheeks had turned to a red color as she moaned out in pleasure as the pain stopped and began to get replaced with heat and a tingling sensation.

The Angel's tattoo on her back began to flicker a bit before her wings exploded from her back, causing her to grunt at the feeling. Her large wings twitched slightly before she grunted and felt her weight begin to rock into the demon's thrusts. "Oh... oh... uhhhhh" She gasped out as her lashes fluttered shut and she raised her head back. Her breast swinging back and forth with their thrusts as the pressure between her legs began to get hotter and tighter. "Oh my god.. I... I'm..." She began before she let out a groan of pleasure again

The man made his cock somewhat larger, one of his abilities, and that way burst through her cervix with every new thrust, and went back when he puled back each time. He could sense the girl feeling more and more pleasure, and knew that before long, she would cum, if he allowed it. But he didn't. When he felt she was just about to cum he let his restrain go, and came inside her, filling up her womb with his hot cum, while she'd have cummed with a few more thrusts. He pulled back out of her and smiled, before letting bindings grab her arms again and pull her up. He took the staff, which was still lying there, in a gauntlet, as he'd have burned his hand otherwise, and put it under her, the sharp side down.

He used his nails to get the end a bit sharper, before he let her go down on it, it eventually bursting into her ass. He let the restraints loose as she was deep enough not to fall off if he did so, as the staff itself was deep enough in the ground not to fall. Gravity would work the thing further and further into her, and he grinned, pulling back "Have fun overnight." He said, before walking away.

Daenrys tried to keep herself up on the wall with her hands as she felt the demon's large cock grow in size inside her causing the angel to scream out when it broke into her cervix, Each thrust causing her to grow closer to her own climax. When she felt his seed fill her womb Daenrys screamed out in pleasure and horror as she squirted and came around his dick. "Nooo..." She sobbed out as she began to collapse, however as she did the Demon pulled out of her and the bindings turned her around and lifted her up again.

When he moved her spear under her the Angel shook her head with a sob "P-please don't... I'll do anything pleeeeease" She sobbed loudly as she felt the restraints lower her down onto her spear, The tip sliding into her anus and caused her to scream out in pain as it did, Thankfully the spear was a human made weapon and she hadn't cast a spell on it so non angels couldn't use it... As the handle slid into her she cried out and let her head fall back to look at the ceiling... Tonight was going to be unbearable.

The demon grinned at the woman's screams, before walking away. During the night the staff would slide further and further into her, never stopping, as he himself Had cast a spell on it, making it continue to go, and force her insides to arrange themselves so the staff could go through it. When the night ended it would probably have gone out through her mouth, making the woman (finally) incapable of speaking the idiotic words she seemed to like to spout.

The next day he returned to see how she was doing, and looked at her "How is my little birdie doing?" he asked her, grinning, knowing that if the spear had gone all the way through, it didn't matter how much she tried, she wouldn't be able to talk.


A beautiful blonde woman, the fourth princess of the angels. She is tall and well-proportioned, wears a tunic which only covers one of her amazingly round breasts, while the other is covered by her blonde hair. She's helpless and desperate on the face of the sadistic actions of Lucien.

The demon grinned at the woman's screams, before walking away. During the night the staff would slide further and further into her, never stopping, as he himself Had cast a spell on it, making it continue to go, and force her insides to arrange themselves so the staff could go through it. When the night ended it would probably have gone out through her mouth, making the woman (finally) incapable of speaking the idiotic words she seemed to like to spout.

The next day he returned to see how she was doing, and looked at her "How is my little birdie doing?" he asked her, grinning, knowing that if the spear had gone all the way through, it didn't matter how much she tried, she wouldn't be able to talk.

Daenrys's screams had stopped by the middle of the night when the spear could no longer go any further into her anus The angel's head stayed back staring up at the ceiling as she went through the night without being able to sleep. Her eyes showed how exhausted she was and when the demon moved into the cell she raised her head slowly and took in a shaky breath before her head fell forward into her chest, the binds on her wrists cutting into her skin as she grunted out in pain.


An attractive woman with high cheekbones, icy blue eyes, and a spray of light freckles across her nose and cheeks. She has large, soft lips that convey both strength and warmth in her smile. Her attire consists of a pale off-white hat, a dark blue shirt covered by a brown leather jacket, gloves with exposed knuckles and backs of hands, dirty brown boots, and dusty pants. She carries two empty gun belts on her waist. Personality-wise, Rosaline is confident yet friendly, open to conversation and new experiences. She can be charmingly teasing while also showing genuine interest in getting to know others better.

Rosaline smiled and set her hat a bit higher on her head. Revealing her face to the prostitute. She was certainly quote pretty. High cheekbones and icy blue eyes. A spray of light freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her lips were large and soft but her very stance said she could kill anyone in the room whenever she chose to. But her smile said she wouldn't.

"Yes I did miss... Just moving in for a matter of fact. I reckon this is the liveliest place in town?" Her pale off-white hat gleamed in the lamp light, her shirt was dark blue and covered by a brown leather jacket that seemed rather expensive. She rested a gloved hand on the counter. Her knuckled and the backs of her hands exposed by the gloves. Her boots were brown and dirty and her pants seemed to have changed color from the dirt and dust. She had two gun belts on her waist, each holster empty.

She looked to Jasper and raised a finger. "Get me a pint would ya sir?" As the flagon slid to her she flipped him a coin to pay for it and returned her attention to Sybil. "So little miss... How about you tell me your name, then you and I can get to know each other better... I did have a long and tiresome ride and I could use both a bed and someone to warm it with." As she spoke her hand slowly slid around Sybil's waist.

Sybil was quite pleased when the stranger seemed open to conversation, even more so when she saw her smile. She seemed like a friendly sort. "It is indeed the liveliest, if I'm anyone to judge." She watched as she ordered a drink, smiling some as she seemed to settle in. "I'm pleased then to be the first to welcome you to our sleepy little town. The name's Hatchet. Sybil Hatchet." Feeling her arm slip around her waist, she gave the woman a knowing smile. "Well, I suppose it's my lucky night then, isn't it stranger? I happen to be in the business of warming the beds of tired folk."

She finished her own mug, setting it down on the counter. "I got a room upstairs all to my lonesome and a bed plenty big enough for two." Jasper had always let her stay for cheap at the inn, his own way to try to help the lonely girl get by. "Of course, I don't usually charge pretty things like yourself. Only when I'm real desperate. What do I call ya?"

Rosaline tipped her hat with a.smile, "My momma named me Rosaline, but you can call me anything you want miss Hatchet. Now I would just feel bad, staying in your hospitality and not paying. I'll give you only a bit if it makes you feel any better, But I feel like a woman of your quality had ought to take something... Noe how about you show me that room. Just let me get my bags first."

She left for a second. Taking her saddlebags and leading her stallion to the inn's stable, she slung the bags over her shoulder and went back inside to Sybil her smile a but more erotic, "lead the way"

Sybil smiled a little wider as the woman spoke of wanting to pay her anyway. She watched as she left, glancing back to Jasper. "Maybe not so slow of an evening as I thought." She pushed away from the counter when Rosaline came back inside. She met her more erotic smile with a feigned innocence in the fluttering of her eye lashes. She walked alongside her, wrapping an arm gently around her waist. She heard some disappointed moaning from the male patrons, turning and blowing them a kiss. When she turned back around she didn't bother to hide the disgusted grimace she wore for a moment. "I've had my fill of men anyway. Which is to say, any at all."

"I had a bath brought up not long before you arrived, if you wish to wash up after your long ride." She said softly. She pulled a key from between her breasts, unlocking the door and pushing it open for Rosaline. "Right through here, beautiful." She beckoned. She followed her inside, stopping to light the candles in the room. The large metal bath was still filled with warm water, having only been there for a few minutes. She moved to sit on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs as she looked over at Rosaline. "Have you much experience being entertained by other women?" She asked curiously.

Rosaline smiled back at the mention of a bath, "that sounds lovely ma'am." As they got to the room her eyes locked on the bath. She was having trouble deciding what she wanted more, the warm water or the warm body of Sybil. Eventually her own desire to be clean won out and she went over to the bath.

She sat down and slowly undressed, taking her gloved and boots off, setting her hat down on top. She took her clothes off easily. Looking back at Sybil with a wry smile as she dropped her undergarments. She stepped into the bath and lowered herself in slowly. Sighing in relief, she looked over at Sybil and her hands tensed a bit. "I um... I did... Have someone before..." She looked down to her hat, specifically to the brooch she had fastened to the leather strap around the crown. A beetle with an orange jewel in the center of it's back.

Sybil watched with genuine interest as Rosaline stripped of her clothing. She watched her slide into the bath, pleased to see her relax into the water. As she answered her question, her smile fell. She could tell she hit a chord. "I apologize, miss. I didn't mean to dig up old loves or tragedy, I promise." Her eyes fell to her clothing, and the gun belt that had once been hanging around her waist. "You look to have had a rough go of it. Perhaps my company can soothe the pains of the road."

She didn't touch her own clothing yet. Some of her customers enjoyed the process of undressing her like unwrapping a present. More to the point, she wanted Rosaline to be a repeat client, so she didn't mind drawing it out and building anticipation for the time being. She leaned over, pulling a personal bottle of whiskey out from under the bed. Pulling a shot glass from the bedside table, she filled it. Content to have a couple more drinks while she waited for Rosaline to finish bathing.

Rosaline grinned wryly at the bottle. "Trying to tease me miss Sybil?" She smirked and quickened her work of bathing. She soon got out of the bathtub and dried herself with a towel. Both bothering to dress herself she sat down on the edge of the bed. "Pour me a shot." She took the glass and held it up, "To new life... May we all find ourselves able to move away from the past, and all be able to enjoy having a fine woman to bed."

Sybil smirked some when Rosaline spoke. "I'm always trying to tease, darling." When she came over to sit on the edge of the bed, her eyes danced over her approaching body. She happily poured the glass, handing it to Rosaline. She held her own glass aloft, gently tapping it against Rosaline's. "Now that's a toast I can get behind." She brought the glass to her lips throwing back the alcohol into her throat. Setting the glass down, she stared at it for only a moment. Would she ever be able to do that? Move away from everything and start fresh? She looked back to Rosaline, her lips spreading in a genuine and inviting smile. "I hope that enjoying my company this evening will be a fine start to a new life for you."

Rosaline smirked and set the glasses aside. She moved closer to Sybil, pushing her to lay down on the bed using her own body. She chuckles softly and pulls the covers over their bodies, "now Miss Hatchet, as much as I really want to fuck you right now... At the same time, I want to keep talking to you. Now miss, since I am such a polite lady, I will let you decide how we spend this evening."


An attractive and experienced woman prostitute with a captivating presence. Her personality is a mix of flirtatious charm and genuine warmth, making her an excellent conversationalist as well as a skilled lover. She has the ability to adapt to her clients' desires, whether it's engaging in intimate activities or indulging in witty banter. Despite her profession, she also possesses a sense of fairness when it comes to payment for her services.

Rosaline smirked and set the glasses aside. She moved closer to Sybil, pushing her to lay down on the bed using her own body. She chuckles softly and pulls the covers over their bodies, "now Miss Hatchet, as much as I really want to fuck you right now... At the same time, I want to keep talking to you. Now miss, since I am such a polite lady, I will let you decide how we spend this evening."

Sybil gave a hearty laugh as she was pushed back onto the bed, giggling softly. As she spoke, she raised an eyebrow curiously. "Now who's the tease?" She smirked a little. "Well, miss Rosaline. I can safely say that no one has ever requested my company for witty banter before. I wouldn't feel right taking your money if you just wanted someone to visit with and sleep next to. That hardly seems fair."


A man of average height with long, dirty blonde hair. He's a regular at the local bar where he hustles darts games, showing off his skill and confidence. His drink of choice, Scotch whiskey on the rocks, suggests a refined taste. He possesses an outgoing personality and enjoys playful banter with others in the bar. Despite his rugged exterior, there's a hint of femininity to him that adds to his charm. Taylor is competitive but not overly aggressive; he doesn't shy away from challenges and even welcomes them if it means engaging with intriguing individuals like Riley. However, while he's sharp enough to sense when he might be getting hustled himself, he can also be somewhat easily distracted by physical attractiveness.

An average night for Taylor, it was in the middle of winter in Michigan. He had just finished his last game of darts he'd won about $160 so far that night. He was pretty good at darts and found it best to hustle the rest of the bar on nights like tonight. He brushed his long dirty blonde hair out of his face and laughed at the person he'd just taken money from. He grabbed his glass off of the table nearby and finished off the last bit. It was what he'd normally ordered a double on the rocks. Scotch whiskey was his usual go to. After he finished the drink he began to count his money. He could feel the last three glasses begin to catch up with him but he could usually have one more and still be able to get himself home.

He took the glass to the bar and placed it down and ordered another round for himself. He paid and took the full glass and headed back to where he was hustling the dart board. He took a seat nearby and sat in wait for his next victim as he sipped his drink. The alcohol was strong and packed a hard bite but it was great to him.

Riley scanned the scene before her. It was one she'd become fairly familiar with. Music played just barely loud enough to be heard over the sounds of drunken conversation and laughter. Even she had become a fixture in the bar's nightly happenings. She was stationed at the corner of the bar dressed in a black skirt that barely met the midpoint of her thighs, stockings for warmth, a fitted dark blue blouse layered with a corset to emphasize her chest in a flattering way. She left her hair down to give her neck and the upper part of her back some warmth, however, she did bother spending a bit of time putting some curl to her usually straight deep red hair. She'd even bothered to accentuate her features with some makeup to try and make herself look more attractive. She was about to see if her efforts were in vain or not when she decided this night would be her best chance to pick up her latest target.

Picking up the daiquiri she'd been working on the whole night, she rose from her stool and strode confidently over towards her target with a coy smile on her lips.

"Hey, handsome," she purred out to the slightly feminine-looking male who'd been hustling the dartboard. Her voice held a trace of her natural Irish accent, but she'd been in America long enough that most people missed it. "Can I buy you a drink?"

It wasn't long before Taylor was approached. A beautiful woman stepped toward him with a coy smile. He smiled back to her as she now stood in front of him. He raised his glass up to his mouth and drew a mouthful of the scotch into his mouth. He bit down onto a piece of ice as he looked her up and down. She was quite well put together he noticed every inch of her and when she spoke he enjoyed her voice, it was unique.

He grinned at her compliment and shook his head "I don't know about that, a pretty woman like you buying me a drink? Usually it's the other way around. I'll tell you what how about we play for drinks. Make a little bet, I win I buy, you win you buy. Sound good?" He finished as he raised the glass once again and took a larger mouthful this time. Almost emptying his glass. He set the glass on the table and stood up in front of her. He was a shorter than her but that didn't stop him from shooting his shot.

He walked over to the dart board and picked up the darts and walked back over to her. "How bout it, Winner buys. If you don't know how to play I can teach you, matter of fact I'll let you got first if you'd like." He added as he stepped closer to her.

Riley smiled in amusement when he said it was usually the other way around. "I don't tend to follow many of society's norms," she replied with a sly smile like she was the keeper of a secret meant for him. She allowed him to continue speaking while she continued to smile her sly smile. "Darts, hm? That's a little simple, isn't it?" She replied as she watched him drink the majority of his drink. "Wouldn't something like poker be more fun?" She asked, taking a sip from her glass then shifting to put a hand on the curve of her hip and shifting her weight to make her hip a little more prominent in a provocative way.

Eventually, she let out a sigh and shifted to set her drink down next to his. "Alright, darts then." She was a little disappointed that her target was fixated on the game he tended to hustle, but whatever. She wasn't particularly bad at the game. She was actually pretty decent at it, but against a hustler and having plans for him, she wasn't about to risk losing this opportunity. "Do I get a handicap?" She asked a bit playfully.

"Societal norms are what keep things in place though." Taylor told her. He liked the demeanor she had and the vibe she gave off was not something he had encountered everyday. When she suggested poker he smiled. He was pretty good at poker too but was nowhere near the best. He looked her up and down once again. He turned towards the dart board and threw the darts one after another with a small gap in between each throw. All three in the center. He placed his hands on his hips and looked back to her.

"I'll admit, it might be a bit unfair. So no handicap. For a lady like you I'll take you up in poker if you'd like. I'll play your game. I'm sure the bartender has got a deck behind the bar. I'll go check." He told her as he walked over and retrieved the deck. When he returned he placed the deck in the table and took a seat at the table. "So will you deal or will I?" He asked her holding the deck in the palm of his hand.

Riley had to say she disagreed with the man's comment. What society considered to be acceptable wasn't always what it should have been and keeping things in a fixed position wasn't always best. Sometimes, what was on top needed to be brought low and tied to a post. This man before her, in the whole week of watching him, she had determined he was one that needed to be reigned back in. Since no one else seemed up to the task, she'd taken it upon herself to do so. Besides, she'd been running a little behind in refilling the stockyards with product and this one would make her a pretty penny once she had him properly trained.

She watched him throw the three darts, bullseyes each one, then looked to the man when he turned to her in his confidence and spoke again. She smiled softly and pretended to be embarrassed. "How kind of you," she replied while her insides turned with her deception. She then watched him head over to the bartender and retrieve the deck of cards kept there and took a sip of her daiquiri. Just as she was setting her glass back down, the dart hustler returned with the deck of cards.

"Since it was my idea to play poker, I think it's only fair I deal." She reached over and took the deck of cards from him, letting her fingertips barely brush against the palm of his hand as she did so before she moved to sit at the table and set herself to shuffling the cards neatly. First this way, then that, to prevent the cards from being bent too much in one direction.

Taylor watched as she took a seat at the table her hands gracefully reaching into his to remove the cards. He continued to watch as she shuffled the cards. He watched as the cards fluttered between hands and deck. He was amused as he watched, she'd definitely seen her fair share of card games. Maybe he had just walked into a bit of a hustle like his previous victims. His eyes wandered over her taking not if her hair and her body. It was pretty neat that this beautiful woman had decided to approach him the way she did.

"Alrighty, deal em' woman." He laughed leaning forward in his chair. He placed his elbows in the table and jiggled his glass moving the ice around freeing up some liquid which he finished. He set the glass down and awaited his cards.

Riley produced a coy smile at the male's words and immediately began to deal out two hands for poker. "My name's Riley," she said as she dealt out the cards, correcting him for calling her 'woman'. It was disrespectful in her mind to address someone by their gender, or assigned gender. Or presumed gender, as was her case. Outwardly, she presented herself as a female just to get by in the world, but in the privacy of her own home, she was entirely different. After all, she was more than just a woman.

"So if I win this hand, I get to buy you that drink right?" She asked as she gathered her hand in a small stack before picking them up and holding them so only she could see the values of the cards she held. It wasn't a bad start and with some clever sleight of hand, she should easily be able to win the game.

"Riley, nice, I'm Taylor. And yeah that's the bet. If I win I buy." Taylor told her as he picked up the cards. He enjoyed the texture of the crisp cards in his hand. Tapped his cards on the table and the spread them to take a look and see how his luck fared. An Ace and an eight. "Interesting" he thought. The last time someone won a card game with aces and eight they got shot in the back of the head. The deadman's hand. His eyebrows flicked upward in a concerned manor.

His eyes looked back to her. "We wound normally bet but considering we're playing for drinks. I'm in so I'd check. What about you? Anything interesting?" He smiled. He laid his cards down and waited for her to turn some cards.

Riley held her smile at Taylor's words. She watched him closely as he observed his cards. There were some minute changes to the other's features, but nothing particularly indicative of what he held. It was at least intriguing to the man but she had no other indications as to what he might be holding. Holding back a sigh, she looked back down to her own cards and pondered the king and queen of spades. That could potentially be a good hand. The flop held all the power though. She'd have to handle the cards extremely carefully from now on.

"Alright," she said as she shifted to fold one knee over the other then lean forward a little into the table, discretely emphasizing her chest. "I'll check as well," she answered before letting her hand rest facedown upon the table and reached for the deck, burning the top card then laying out a jack and ten of spades in addition to a four of diamonds. A little sleight of hand definitely helped, she admitted silently to herself. It was a start, at least. Maybe to try and give the guy a bit of hope, she'd save the ace for the river.

Taylor watched as she folded her leg over her knee, it was kind of intoxicating to watch. He legs we slim and perfectly smooth looking. He couldn't help but ogle her as she laid down the cards. He bit his lip as he looked the cards over. He may lose. There truly wasn't anything he could play off of but he had to hope she flipped an ace or something. He tilted his head forward and tapped the table signaling he checked.

"I can tell you've played your fair share of cards." He told her as he laid his cards back onto the table and waited for her to make her next move. Thankfully they weren't playing for anything serious but she had a very competitive look in Her eyes. Maybe she truly did have something and was going to be the drink buyer. Only fate would tell.

Riley was keenly aware of his eyes on her as she shifted. After all, it had been her intention to distract him with her body, to get him to lose focus for however long she could. She wanted him distracted and unfocused so she could manipulate the game in her favor. She was after more than just buying this man a drink and that required that she get things going the way she wanted them to. At his comment, she produced a sweet smile.

"My father was a prolific gambler. He taught me and my brothers how to play a multitude of gambling games. Not that he was particularly good at them." A laugh rose out of her at the mention of her father being a bad gambler. "I'm not as good as my brothers, but I can handle myself with a deck of cards," she added. It was a lie, but she was an unbelievably great liar. She would, without a doubt, be able to get away with her deception.

She checked her cards again just to keep up her charade then looked back to Taylor. He had checked so now it was time for the flop. She burned the top card again then displayed the next card in the middle. An eight. It had no effect on her hand so that was fine but now she had to be extremely careful about the river. She had to be absolutely certain the next card she drew was her ace of spades. If she was going to win this thing and capture this man, that was the only card she could draw.

"So what'll it be?" She asked playfully as if there was anything more to do than continuously check.

Taylor listened to her as she allowed a bit of her history to slip from her lips. He shook his head knowing he'd made a mistake in games. But nonetheless he smiled. He watched her as she checked her cards he knew there was still time to win the hand but he didn't want to seem too eager if things did go his way. By her looks she either had a damn good poker face or she didn't have anything yet either. His mind wandered for a moment as he watched her he found himself fixated on her looks. Something about her just kept catching his eye.he couldn't pin point what it was. Maybe it was just her altogether.

She laid the next card on the table and felt a bit of relief knowing her had something. Not particularly what he needed but it was something. "Well I reckon I'll stay in till the end" he told her as he leaned back into his chair awaiting the final flip. If he was lucky he'd get an ace from the next flip and then he would know he'd have her beat.


A captivating woman, exuding an aura of mystery and allure. She dresses provocatively with a black skirt that barely meets the midpoint of her thighs, stockings for warmth, and a fitted dark blue blouse layered with a corset to emphasize her chest. Her deep red hair, usually straight, is curled for added effect. She's not just physically attractive but also quite intelligent and cunning; she uses her charm effectively to manipulate situations to her advantage. Riley doesn't shy away from bending societal norms or playing mind games to achieve her goals. Despite presenting herself as feminine in public settings, there are hints that she might identify differently in private. Her skill at poker suggests she comes from a background where such games were common, possibly indicative of a family involved in gambling activities.

Taylor listened to her as she allowed a bit of her history to slip from her lips. He shook his head knowing he'd made a mistake in games. But nonetheless he smiled. He watched her as she checked her cards he knew there was still time to win the hand but he didn't want to seem too eager if things did go his way. By her looks she either had a damn good poker face or she didn't have anything yet either. His mind wandered for a moment as he watched her he found himself fixated on her looks. Something about her just kept catching his eye.he couldn't pin point what it was. Maybe it was just her altogether.

She laid the next card on the table and felt a bit of relief knowing her had something. Not particularly what he needed but it was something. "Well I reckon I'll stay in till the end" he told her as he leaned back into his chair awaiting the final flip. If he was lucky he'd get an ace from the next flip and then he would know he'd have her beat.

Riley smiled at his answer. He was dedicated, wasn't he? "Perfect," she purred out in response before moving her hand to burn the top card of the deck and draw the next one. With careful manipulation of her hands and her body, she pulled the ace she needed out of her sleeve and laid it out on the table as the final card. With the ace of spades on display, she had her royal flush. She kept her expression neutral as she turned her gaze up from the row of cards to look at the man she was playing with. What was he going to respond to this new card? It wouldn't win him the hand, she knew that much, but how close was it going to be since she was only focused on her own hand?

Giving the man time to consider his cards, she picked up her drink and took another sip of the daiquiri.


A pale villain who takes pleasure in causing pain and chaos. He is physically fit and skilled in combat, capable of launching himself high into the air and use his stretching abilities to attack Helena. In terms of personality, Agony comes across as sadistic and enjoys inflicting pain on others. He also seems cunning and quick-thinking.

The twin thuds that clapped into Agony's ears on feeling both of his jetting fists connect into soft tissue, was a rewarding one for the pale villain. He had a dark grin spread across his lips, while his singed pants—or what was left of them, managed to finally fight off the ignition. Not that it was all that much use, he still had a semi erect dong bobbing from his charred crotch, as he chuckled at the success of his attack.

He was just contemplating what part of her body to hit next, when she took to the air and spoke. He raised a brow and managed to ship an innocent gleam into both eyes, as if to ask; 'What did I do?'. He barely had enough time to complete the taunting gesture though, before her sudden movement registered with him. Although, he attempted a sidestep instinctively, and would've managed to dodge most of her momentum if lunging for him was all she did; he however, had no instinctive answer for the wall of flames. "Fucking hell!"

He groaned, before he realized that he was rolling on the pavement, and skidding to a halt after she had also barged into him from behind. Getting up, his clothes were like a stretch of land in the aftermath of a meteor shower; in other words, they were practically ruined beyond repair, with several holes scorched into them. He couldn't find it in himself to dust up. Instead, he chose to snarl at her, even if he found the unexpected fight rather exciting. "That's gonna cost ya..."

Flicking out two sharp daggers from the charred ruins of his pants' pockets, he narrowed his vision to lock directly on to her figure, then, shot his arms in speedy stretches, one after the other, in a barrage of thrusts aimed to cause nothing more grievous than flesh wounds at most. He knew he wanted her alive. He was sure of it. He knew that he also wanted her in a lot pain.

Her flank attack had been a fiery success as he went tumbling through the wall of flames. She wondered how long it would be before he gave up fighting her. Everyone did at some point.

He began to strike at her with knives trying to cut her flesh. Clearly she had made him angry. But this time she was prepared for his speed. She dodged a few strikes before tossing a fireball at his wrist in an attempt to make him drop his weapons. If she had been on the ground her beautiful skin would have been absolutely shredded, but she was much faster when she was in the air.

The superheroine hadn't bothered to answer his cryptic and seemingly taunting question yet, and it amused the pale villain when he thought about it, while launching one particularly nasty shot aimed for her lower ribs. She might not know it yet, but the answer to that question could prove to be a lot more important to her than she thought.

She was quick in the air, Agony had to give her that; even with that though, his fists were stretching and gatling towards her body with the knives they clenched, very quickly, translating to the fact that she couldn't keep up her aerial evasion for much longer. When the fireball came, Agony wasn't particularly shocked, and in a frozen second, he flashed a sick grin, as he intentionally redirected the latest venomous thrust of his right hand, directly for the oncoming fireball. He gave the arm an extra push, and increased the force of what would've been a rather powerful jab, to an absolutely mean blow.

The results were swift, and rather spectacular. Agony's right hand was able to negate the explosive force of the fireball, and it's flames heated the blade of the knife it clenched considerably. Of course, pain jolted through him as his stretching arm got burnt too. However, he used the pain as fuel to deliver a haymaker jab of the knife, aiming for one of her thighs.

With two times the speed, and nearly five times the force of the average in the barrage he had been fishing earlier, Agony was confident that this latest blow would strike home, while the blade of his unwittingly sterilized dagger was still hot.

The red hot blade did exactly what it was intended to do. The heat scorched right through the thin fishnet material and the blade sunk into her thigh penetrating skin and muscle. Helena let out a gut wrenching shriek as pain exploded across her entire leg. The heat of the blade kept her from bleeding too much. She may have had healing powers, but she had no extra pain tolerance compared to a normal human.

Tears rolled down her cheeks and Helena jerked herself backwards. She also used some fire to propel her momentum even more, which was enough to wrench the knife out of his hand. It was still stuck in her leg. She reached down and yanked it out. Blood began to run down her leg, but only lasted a few seconds before the hole started closing. She glared at him and used her fire to turn the knife to ash. "That shit hurt!"

The pleasure that rocked Agony's spine in several waves when the sinking smash of the knife's intrusion registered, was palpable. He visibly shivered, and flashed a sick grin again. The combination of the pain in his burnt and quickly healing arm, and the exquisite one written all over the face of the screaming superheroine, was as potent a stimulant, as any hard drug for the villain. "I'm just getting warmed up too."

He wasn't too bothered about his knife getting torched to a crisp. There would always be other knives, but he doubted that there were as abundant a supply, of good looking prey with the ability to heal like him. "Here comes the second phase."

No sooner had he said this, did he launch himself high in the air; using his stretching legs to propel himself upwards. At first, it was difficult to determine what he wanted to do exactly, however, that changed when he swung his extending arms upwards in a wild and violent arc. He didn't seem to be holding back anymore, now that he had seen how effective her healing was. He was holding the one knife left with both hands now; the upward trajectory of his movement doubled the force and speed behind the rising slash too.

Besides, even if the knife missed her, even if it was one or both of his clasped hands that connected, she wouldn't have an easy time shaking it off, and that was exactly what he was banking upon.

The hole in her leg had already finished sealing itself as he jumped high into the air to attack her again. Helena was tired of him controlling this fight. Being someone who could control fire, Helena herself was completely immune to its effects. So as he launched his attack, she flew up to meet him in the air. She engulfed her own hands in flames that licked up her arms. Her air speed was far superior to his own and she easily avoided his knife strike and rammed her flaming hands straight into his chest full force.

When she dodged the swing, his mind shifted within milliseconds to conjure a new route of action. Of course, she was quicker in the air, and was able to strike him with the blow to the chest, which knocked off all the wind in his lungs, and momentarily scorched his chest, adding a singed shirt to his list of ruined clothes. She didn't factor one thing in though, and it was something that made Agony smile in spite of the numbing pain that seized him as he hurtled backwards.

His body and legs to be more precise, were the ones that were knocked back, as for his arms... they were carrying out the resultant command of his quick thinking, having remained stretched all along. Contracting at bullet pace, his arms slammed the one knife left, into her back, and used it as an anchor to hook onto her body; consequently, all the backwards momentum that her blow had knocked into him, was used to deepen the knife even further. However, that wasn't all, like an elastic piston, he used her body as leverage, with his arms still digging the knife securely in place in her lower back, to launch his body head first like a rocket. Gritting his teeth, he strained his neck and bowed slightly, so that he could smash the top of his skull violently into her face in addition.


A beautiful superheroine who can control fire and has healing powers. She is physically fit and agile, can fly through the air with ease and dodge attacks. Her personality is determined and strong-willed. Despite being injured, she does not back down and continues to use her abilities to defend herself. She also shows a bit of sass on occasion.

When she dodged the swing, his mind shifted within milliseconds to conjure a new route of action. Of course, she was quicker in the air, and was able to strike him with the blow to the chest, which knocked off all the wind in his lungs, and momentarily scorched his chest, adding a singed shirt to his list of ruined clothes. She didn't factor one thing in though, and it was something that made Agony smile in spite of the numbing pain that seized him as he hurtled backwards.

His body and legs to be more precise, were the ones that were knocked back, as for his arms... they were carrying out the resultant command of his quick thinking, having remained stretched all along. Contracting at bullet pace, his arms slammed the one knife left, into her back, and used it as an anchor to hook onto her body; consequently, all the backwards momentum that her blow had knocked into him, was used to deepen the knife even further. However, that wasn't all, like an elastic piston, he used her body as leverage, with his arms still digging the knife securely in place in her lower back, to launch his body head first like a rocket. Gritting his teeth, he strained his neck and bowed slightly, so that he could smash the top of his skull violently into her face in addition.

Helena felt the knife enter her flesh, and then it sliced through bone. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened. No sound came out of her lips as she was in a state of shock as his weapon cut deep into her spine.

His head smashed her nose and blood squirted everywhere, getting all in her hair and eyes even. Her body went limp and she fell to the ground. Helena's healing kicked in immediately but for the moment she was completely paralyzed. It was upon this realization that she couldn't move that let free the blood curdling scream from the heroine's lips.


A Japanese young man, excelling in academics and sports. His physical appearance is of average height and build, contrasting with his Oni girlfriend's towering stature. In terms of personality, Sora is somewhat shy and reserved initially, especially in comparison to the assertive Satsumi. However, he also displays a willingness to step out of his comfort zone in their relationship. He shows adaptability and openness to new experiences---such as dating an Oni---demonstrating resilience and curiosity. Despite occasional nervousness or uncertainty, Sora's affection for Satsumi is clear; he responds positively to her flirtatious games and is eager to please her, indicating a caring nature and a deepening attachment towards his partner.

A few days had already passed since Satsumi moved in with Sora. Right on their first day together they started dating and now Sora was already getting used to having the large Oni woman as his girlfriend. She was always kind and smiling at him. She liked helping him whenever she could. And they enjoyed making love every other day. Nothing in the world could ruin how Sora was feeling.

The weekend before school would start, Satsumi suggested they headed out to the mall for some shopping, which Sora quickly agreed. He hadn't taken his girlfriend out on a date yet and he thought it would be fun for her. As they walked around the mall, he was always smiling. Her hand entangled with his, declaring to everyone around that they were a couple, was an amazing feeling and he loved it.

"Any thing I need?" Sora repeated her question as they passed in front of some stores. "Not really, I think. Was there any specific store you wanted to go to?"

"There are one or two places I need to go to. Actually—if you don't mind, while I shop for some clothes..." She reached into her pocket, as if prepared for this ."Why don't you go out and grab a few things I need to for school? If you don't mind that is." She spoke, her lips forming into a cute little pout as if to coerce Sora to work for her. "It'll make things a lot easier for me if you can grab the boring stuff, yeah?" She said, not even waiting for a reply from him. "I'll text you when I need you, otherwise meet back in the food court in about an hour?" She asked—of course, if her plans worked out perfectly, then she'd have everything she needed before then, though to her it was something of a game as well. Once she was out of sight from Sora, she ducked into the first store she saw that she liked, quickly beginning to gather what she felt was necessary to start her little performance.

"Sure. I'll see you in a bit then." Sora agreed to her idea and gave her a quick kiss before they separated. With a list on his phone of the stuff she needed, Sora quickly went from store to store checking the best prices and quality. From time to time he would check his phone to see if she was finished. Before long, he had everything she asked for and started heading towards the food court to meet up with her.

During his shopping trip, his phone would buzz—with Satsumi's number being the one who messaged him. *Hey Sora, do you prefer a full moon, or the view of a mountain range?* Came the text—a little simple, but for Satsumi, was all part of the game for her.

Sora checked his phone as it buzzed, the question Satsumi sent him was a rather... odd one. He thought for a second, not really understanding the meaning behind it before answering. *Ahm, the view of a mountain? I guess. Lol* he replied. Curious as to why she asked him that

*Ah, so something like this, then?* Attached to the next message was a rather obvious picture—A picture of Satsumi's breasts clad in a rather lacy bra, likely taken from her camera. A few seconds later, his phone would buzz again. *What color do you think suits me best?*

Sora tried in vain not to blush and nervously looked around to make sure nobody saw the picture besides him. He smiled though and responded her message. "Those look amazing. I personally am a fan of red, but i think you would look gorgeous in white."

*Red like this darling?* As she asked, another image came by, her legs slightly spread as she revealed another racy shot, this time of what she was wearing to cover her pussy. A few moments later, there came another message. 'Mm, I know I said the foodcourt—but if you can guess where I'm at and find me, there's a prize in it for you, how does that sound?'

Sora blushed again and gulped as he looked around. There were so many stores in this mall, she could be in any of them. But that wasn't going to make him give up. "I'm already searching." he replied and quickly started walking again. She must be in a lingerie store, that was all he had to go on with his search. He walked pass a few small stores and went inside the bigger ones to check if he saw her.

*I'll be in one of the dressing rooms. Knock twice. Better pick the right one or you might get thrown out! luv* Came her last text. As he entered one of the larger lingerie stores, it seemed quite empty at the moment, few having any reason to go in. Of course she had to make the last bit a little difficult... or what would be the challenge? Getting to the dressing rooms would be easy—it was just a manner of seeing which of the doors she might have been behind!

Sora's phone buzzed with a hint right as he entered an almost empty lingerie store. He must be at the right place. He easily found the changing rooms area and went in. There were many doors but luckily most were empty. Which one his Oni girlfriend was behind though was the real issue. He slowly walked from door to door and heard if there was anyone inside. One after the other, he eventually stopped at one he was confident in. Not 100%, but he hoped it was the one. Taking a deep breath he softly knocked on the door.

As he finally knocked on the door that he hoped was right, there was silence for a moment, before there was the sound of a lock being unturned, and the door opening quickly. As soon as it did, a gloved hand moved for Sora's shoulder, bringing him inside a little roughly but primarily due to the quickness of the act rather than any intentional maliciousness. Satsumi stood opposite of him, clad in white high heels that accentuated her already long legs, and black stockings that reached well up to her thighs. Wearing something of a long babydoll nightgown with snowflake particles decorating it, it was clear she was dressed with something specific in mind. "Good, I knew you wouldn't let me down." She spoke, her eyes looking back to him softly as her outfit left little to the imagination. "What do you think... how does this compliment me?" She asked, a gloved hand running across her body, her chest rising and falling slowly with little in the way of support.

Sora sighed in relief as he saw he chose the right door. But as soon as he saw what Satsumi was wearing he blushed slightly and felt his blood running down to his crotch. "You look gorgeous" and sexy as fuck he wanted to add. It was indeed a great little surprise and he was already imagining her wearing similar things in bed with him back home. "It fits you just perfectly." He praised her more.

Hearing the praise from Sora made the Oni's heart skip a beat, and as she beckoned him closer, her chest pressing out just a little. "I had a feeling you'd like it. This store seems kind of dead so why don't we spend a bit of time in here? I've already bought everything I showed you earlier, so as long as we don't make too big a mess..." The dressing room was decently spacious, and out of the way compared to the rest of the store. Clearly, Satsumi had some sort of mischief in mind.

Sora couldn't help but let out a small smirk as he heard what the Oni was suggesting to him. But wanting to keep the fun going and tease he a bit he acted as if he didn't understand what she meant. "If you already bought everything you wanted then what are we going to do in this empty store?" He raised an eyebrow feigning ignorance.

"Mm, that is a good question." She spoke, a finger against her lips for a moment ."Just what can we do in a private little room by ourselves? I suppose the answer to that question is just how quiet you can be... Don't you think?" As Satsumi asked, she wrapped an arm around Sora, bringing her body closer to him.

Smiling and eager for what was obviously coming, Sora pulled Satsumi closer until he felt her luscious breasts pressing against his chest. He kissed her lips slowly but passionately. In the few days that they've been dating, he slowly learned to put his shyness away and enjoy these intimate moments with her. "I think I can be quiet enough." he said between kisses. "The question is..." He paused as one of his hands moved towards her breast and gently squeezed it. "Can you?"

"Good." As Satsumi was pulled closer, her barely contained breasts spilled against his chest warmly, and her hand slowly moved for the nape of his neck. "Mm. Good. If you're loud though I might have to find a way to keep you quiet..." Not that she'd do anything extreme... or would she? "As for me, there's only one way to find out, isn't there?" Speaking in a slightly more wistful tone she sighed out, her body briefly wiggling against his.

Sora's cock was already rock hard by now. And feeling Satsumi rub her luscious body against his wasn't helping at all. Unable to contain himself any longer, Sora kissed his Oni girlfriend passionately and started removing his clothes. Well, only his pants actually. He didn't bother with removing his shirt. As for Satsumi, he quickly unclasped her bra and squeezed her breasts. His hands filling with her tits and his cock brushing against her pussy, still covered with that sexy lingerie.

As Satsumi's breasts were firmly squeezed, she gave out a low and sensual moan as her lips parted and her eyes lilted with lust. "Good boy." She cooed out, breathing a little more heavily as her other hand began to reach for his hard shaft, starting to wrap her fingers around him as her palm stroked against it. With her body remaining partially clad by the lingerie, she breathed out softly, her chest pushing back into his hands.

"You are such a tease did you know that?" Sora whispered while playing with Satsumi's tits. "We would be in a lot of trouble if we got caught." He smiled but didn't stop pleasuring her. She was too good for him to stop. Sometimes he still couldn't believe the luck he had in having a hot Oni as his roommate. Even more lucky that she liked him and wanted to be his girlfriend right on day one.

Sora kissed her like there was no tomorrow. He loved this passionate side of her. One of his hands left her breast and traced her belly down towards her pussy. He caressed her over the store's panties and started pulling it a bit to the side to expose her flower.

"Maybe I'm a tease, but you seem to enjoy it all the same." She nearly purred the words out, her breathing a bit more heavy as her chest was played with. "And the chance of getting in trouble is some of the fun..." Her palm softly ran over the head of his cock as she returned his kiss, her tongue seeking his out as she used her other hand to begin sliding her thong to the side, her slit already glistening from excitement as her hips began to wriggle from his ministrations on her.

"I can't deny that." Sora replied, kissing her back, his tongue playing with hers inside her mouth as he shivered feeling her hand on his cock. Carefully, he pushed his Oni lover against the back wall and raised one of her legs. His cock kept rubbing against her slit and her own juices were already lubing him up. Not wanting to wait any longer, her slowly thrusted forward, his cock penetrating her flower with a soft wet sound. He held in a moan as he reached her depths, his entire length deep inside her.

Once Satsumi was back against the wall, her leg lifted and began to wrap around him, her heel pressing softly into the small of his back to help thrust him into her when he finally relented. "Mmmmmh~" Letting out a more lilting moan as she breathed out quietly, her heated inner walls quickly began to engorge his cock. Soon enough one of her hands moved for the nape of his neck to hold him softly there, her teeth nipping against her lower lip to keep her as quiet as she could.

Fuuuck. It felt really good inside her. With Satsumi's help, Sora started thrusting inside her in a steady pace. Her pussy was tight but he always compensated by fucking her hard. He knew she liked it, and he had to admit that doing it rough was very pleasurable.

Sora reached for her neck and started kissing her and playfully biting her as he kept fucking her against the changing room's wall. Something about the risk of being caught only made this even more exciting.

Her hips quivered against Sora, and with her arm slowly running down against his body she made sure to tease with just the tips of her fingers as she ran them down his spine. He filled her nearly perfectly, and every time she felt him sliding back into her a soft moan whimpered out from her even as she tried to keep quiet. While she began to buck her hips back against him with a steady rhythm, it was the sensation of his lips against her neck as well as his teeth that began to drive her over the edge.

"Anh!" She moaned out a little more loudly before stifling herself once more, her pussy clamping down against his cock as she rode him even more fervently. Each soft breath that left her parted lips was a brush of warm air against his skin. "Don't stop, Sora..." Slowly her free hand moved for one of his, clasping against it as she began to squeeze it. With her hips beginning to move more quickly her gentle grasp steadily grew firmer, every second only making her lust and desire to be filled more evident.

Sora's desire for his girlfriend only great with each thrust. His cock reached far into her depths and he could feel his orgasm building. Throwing caution to the wind, Sora pushed his Oni lover against the wall and fucked her even harder, his hands grabbing her tits as he kissed and sucked them. "Satsumi... I'm gonna cum!" he warned her, getting closer and closer to a climax.

"Getting close?" Her voice was sultry as she spoke with excitement even as her tone was kept low, the words hissing out of her mouth. Bucking her hips back into his, her body shuddered as his hands ran across her breasts, sensitive to them being played with and more so when his tongue and lips caressed over her hardened nipples. "Yes!" Her hand quickly raced up his back once more, running her fingers through his hair before she pushed him even further into her chest. Given her height and their position, it was easy for her to lean in against him, her words stammered between pants and moans. "I'm not gonna stop until you blow your load in me... Make me feel even fuller." True to her words, her hips rolled back into his, the sound a bit more audible with how her juices flowed against his cock, the room quickly beginning to smell like sex as the two made love more fervently.

By this point it was almost impossible for their love making to not be heard. Sora had no idea if either there was nobody else in the whole changing area, or if whoever was there simply didn't care, or maybe they were even enjoying the sounds of their rough love making. Either way, Sora was loving it. Slamming his hips against Satsumi. Fucking her hard and rough against the wall. Her moaning was driving him nuts and she really seemed to enjoy a creampie. His cock kept going inside her as deep as he could until he wasn't able to hold on anymore. "Fuck! I'm cumming!" He warned her as he thrusted one last time. His cock twitched and shot out load after load of his cum inside the womb of his Oni lover.

As he called out his climax, his words were quickly stifled against Satsumi's lips as she crushed hers against his, locking him in a heated kiss as she came alongside him. While his seed shot deep into her, her juices soon dripped against him heatedly, her sounds of pleasure vibrating back into his mouth as she moaned out quietly. Her hips ground back into his, legs tightening against him to make sure she had a good grip to ride him with before settling into a slower and more sensual grinding pattern with her movement, only coming to a rest when she was sure she had sufficiently drained her lover. Even then, she wriggled against him one last time, slowly breaking the kiss as her lips curled into a smile. "There... I think that's certainly a suitable apology for any trouble I caused you while shopping." She spoke with a tease.

Sora could feel Satsumi's pussy tightening around his cock as she orgasmed at the same time as he did. It felt so good as she milked every drop of his seed inside her. "Fuck..." he moaned softly after she broke their kiss. If this was gonna be his life from now on, making love to Satsumi all the time, he had zero complaints.

As the sex haze started clearing from his mind, he recalled where they were and started worrying." Think anyone heard us?" he asked worried. And with reason, as just two stalls away from them was a certain someone who had been listening all this time to their love making. Neither of them knew this though, assuming they were alone in the store.

"If they heard us..." As Satsumi slowly came down from the high of her own orgasm, she breathed out deeply, her lips remaining parted as she caught her second wind. "I don't think they'll object too much to hearing at least one of us." She said with a wink, her ivory hair tousled and framing her face before she used her right hand to slowly comb through it and give it some measure of looking halfway decent. "How about we get dressed again though and head out? Before we make a proper mess." She didn't seem to object to that personally, but she had her own convictions and making a job harder for the employees was certainly something she would have some issues with.

"That sounds like a good idea." Sora replied as Satsumi slowly removed herself from his rod. Finally having caught his breath, he pulled his pants back up and put them on while Satsumi put on the outfit she had come to the store with. "So, we buying these outfits then I assume?" He asked, clearly not minding at all to see her wearing them again. Once they were both dressed, he opened the door to their changing room and stepped out.


An Oni, a mythical creature known for her towering height that surpasses even the tallest of men. She has flowing white hair and a pair of horns sprouting from her head, adding to her imposing stature. Her skin is fair, contrasting with the regal aura she exudes despite her size. As for personality, Satsumi is playful and flirtatious, enjoying teasing games and passionate encounters. She's confident in expressing her desires and isn't shy about taking initiative in intimate situations. Despite this boldness, she also shows a caring side towards her partner Sora, suggesting a balance between assertiveness and affection in her relationships.

A few days had already passed since Satsumi moved in with Sora. Right on their first day together they started dating and now Sora was already getting used to having the large Oni woman as his girlfriend. She was always kind and smiling at him. She liked helping him whenever she could. And they enjoyed making love every other day. Nothing in the world could ruin how Sora was feeling.

The weekend before school would start, Satsumi suggested they headed out to the mall for some shopping, which Sora quickly agreed. He hadn't taken his girlfriend out on a date yet and he thought it would be fun for her. As they walked around the mall, he was always smiling. Her hand entangled with his, declaring to everyone around that they were a couple, was an amazing feeling and he loved it.

"Any thing I need?" Sora repeated her question as they passed in front of some stores. "Not really, I think. Was there any specific store you wanted to go to?"

"There are one or two places I need to go to. Actually—if you don't mind, while I shop for some clothes..." She reached into her pocket, as if prepared for this ."Why don't you go out and grab a few things I need to for school? If you don't mind that is." She spoke, her lips forming into a cute little pout as if to coerce Sora to work for her. "It'll make things a lot easier for me if you can grab the boring stuff, yeah?" She said, not even waiting for a reply from him. "I'll text you when I need you, otherwise meet back in the food court in about an hour?" She asked—of course, if her plans worked out perfectly, then she'd have everything she needed before then, though to her it was something of a game as well. Once she was out of sight from Sora, she ducked into the first store she saw that she liked, quickly beginning to gather what she felt was necessary to start her little performance.

"Sure. I'll see you in a bit then." Sora agreed to her idea and gave her a quick kiss before they separated. With a list on his phone of the stuff she needed, Sora quickly went from store to store checking the best prices and quality. From time to time he would check his phone to see if she was finished. Before long, he had everything she asked for and started heading towards the food court to meet up with her.

During his shopping trip, his phone would buzz—with Satsumi's number being the one who messaged him. *Hey Sora, do you prefer a full moon, or the view of a mountain range?* Came the text—a little simple, but for Satsumi, was all part of the game for her.

Sora checked his phone as it buzzed, the question Satsumi sent him was a rather... odd one. He thought for a second, not really understanding the meaning behind it before answering. *Ahm, the view of a mountain? I guess. Lol* he replied. Curious as to why she asked him that

*Ah, so something like this, then?* Attached to the next message was a rather obvious picture—A picture of Satsumi's breasts clad in a rather lacy bra, likely taken from her camera. A few seconds later, his phone would buzz again. *What color do you think suits me best?*

Sora tried in vain not to blush and nervously looked around to make sure nobody saw the picture besides him. He smiled though and responded her message. "Those look amazing. I personally am a fan of red, but i think you would look gorgeous in white."

*Red like this darling?* As she asked, another image came by, her legs slightly spread as she revealed another racy shot, this time of what she was wearing to cover her pussy. A few moments later, there came another message. 'Mm, I know I said the foodcourt—but if you can guess where I'm at and find me, there's a prize in it for you, how does that sound?'

Sora blushed again and gulped as he looked around. There were so many stores in this mall, she could be in any of them. But that wasn't going to make him give up. "I'm already searching." he replied and quickly started walking again. She must be in a lingerie store, that was all he had to go on with his search. He walked pass a few small stores and went inside the bigger ones to check if he saw her.

*I'll be in one of the dressing rooms. Knock twice. Better pick the right one or you might get thrown out! luv* Came her last text. As he entered one of the larger lingerie stores, it seemed quite empty at the moment, few having any reason to go in. Of course she had to make the last bit a little difficult... or what would be the challenge? Getting to the dressing rooms would be easy—it was just a manner of seeing which of the doors she might have been behind!

Sora's phone buzzed with a hint right as he entered an almost empty lingerie store. He must be at the right place. He easily found the changing rooms area and went in. There were many doors but luckily most were empty. Which one his Oni girlfriend was behind though was the real issue. He slowly walked from door to door and heard if there was anyone inside. One after the other, he eventually stopped at one he was confident in. Not 100%, but he hoped it was the one. Taking a deep breath he softly knocked on the door.

As he finally knocked on the door that he hoped was right, there was silence for a moment, before there was the sound of a lock being unturned, and the door opening quickly. As soon as it did, a gloved hand moved for Sora's shoulder, bringing him inside a little roughly but primarily due to the quickness of the act rather than any intentional maliciousness. Satsumi stood opposite of him, clad in white high heels that accentuated her already long legs, and black stockings that reached well up to her thighs. Wearing something of a long babydoll nightgown with snowflake particles decorating it, it was clear she was dressed with something specific in mind. "Good, I knew you wouldn't let me down." She spoke, her eyes looking back to him softly as her outfit left little to the imagination. "What do you think... how does this compliment me?" She asked, a gloved hand running across her body, her chest rising and falling slowly with little in the way of support.

Sora sighed in relief as he saw he chose the right door. But as soon as he saw what Satsumi was wearing he blushed slightly and felt his blood running down to his crotch. "You look gorgeous" and sexy as fuck he wanted to add. It was indeed a great little surprise and he was already imagining her wearing similar things in bed with him back home. "It fits you just perfectly." He praised her more.

Hearing the praise from Sora made the Oni's heart skip a beat, and as she beckoned him closer, her chest pressing out just a little. "I had a feeling you'd like it. This store seems kind of dead so why don't we spend a bit of time in here? I've already bought everything I showed you earlier, so as long as we don't make too big a mess..." The dressing room was decently spacious, and out of the way compared to the rest of the store. Clearly, Satsumi had some sort of mischief in mind.

Sora couldn't help but let out a small smirk as he heard what the Oni was suggesting to him. But wanting to keep the fun going and tease he a bit he acted as if he didn't understand what she meant. "If you already bought everything you wanted then what are we going to do in this empty store?" He raised an eyebrow feigning ignorance.

"Mm, that is a good question." She spoke, a finger against her lips for a moment ."Just what can we do in a private little room by ourselves? I suppose the answer to that question is just how quiet you can be... Don't you think?" As Satsumi asked, she wrapped an arm around Sora, bringing her body closer to him.

Smiling and eager for what was obviously coming, Sora pulled Satsumi closer until he felt her luscious breasts pressing against his chest. He kissed her lips slowly but passionately. In the few days that they've been dating, he slowly learned to put his shyness away and enjoy these intimate moments with her. "I think I can be quiet enough." he said between kisses. "The question is..." He paused as one of his hands moved towards her breast and gently squeezed it. "Can you?"

"Good." As Satsumi was pulled closer, her barely contained breasts spilled against his chest warmly, and her hand slowly moved for the nape of his neck. "Mm. Good. If you're loud though I might have to find a way to keep you quiet..." Not that she'd do anything extreme... or would she? "As for me, there's only one way to find out, isn't there?" Speaking in a slightly more wistful tone she sighed out, her body briefly wiggling against his.

Sora's cock was already rock hard by now. And feeling Satsumi rub her luscious body against his wasn't helping at all. Unable to contain himself any longer, Sora kissed his Oni girlfriend passionately and started removing his clothes. Well, only his pants actually. He didn't bother with removing his shirt. As for Satsumi, he quickly unclasped her bra and squeezed her breasts. His hands filling with her tits and his cock brushing against her pussy, still covered with that sexy lingerie.

As Satsumi's breasts were firmly squeezed, she gave out a low and sensual moan as her lips parted and her eyes lilted with lust. "Good boy." She cooed out, breathing a little more heavily as her other hand began to reach for his hard shaft, starting to wrap her fingers around him as her palm stroked against it. With her body remaining partially clad by the lingerie, she breathed out softly, her chest pushing back into his hands.

"You are such a tease did you know that?" Sora whispered while playing with Satsumi's tits. "We would be in a lot of trouble if we got caught." He smiled but didn't stop pleasuring her. She was too good for him to stop. Sometimes he still couldn't believe the luck he had in having a hot Oni as his roommate. Even more lucky that she liked him and wanted to be his girlfriend right on day one.

Sora kissed her like there was no tomorrow. He loved this passionate side of her. One of his hands left her breast and traced her belly down towards her pussy. He caressed her over the store's panties and started pulling it a bit to the side to expose her flower.

"Maybe I'm a tease, but you seem to enjoy it all the same." She nearly purred the words out, her breathing a bit more heavy as her chest was played with. "And the chance of getting in trouble is some of the fun..." Her palm softly ran over the head of his cock as she returned his kiss, her tongue seeking his out as she used her other hand to begin sliding her thong to the side, her slit already glistening from excitement as her hips began to wriggle from his ministrations on her.

"I can't deny that." Sora replied, kissing her back, his tongue playing with hers inside her mouth as he shivered feeling her hand on his cock. Carefully, he pushed his Oni lover against the back wall and raised one of her legs. His cock kept rubbing against her slit and her own juices were already lubing him up. Not wanting to wait any longer, her slowly thrusted forward, his cock penetrating her flower with a soft wet sound. He held in a moan as he reached her depths, his entire length deep inside her.

Once Satsumi was back against the wall, her leg lifted and began to wrap around him, her heel pressing softly into the small of his back to help thrust him into her when he finally relented. "Mmmmmh~" Letting out a more lilting moan as she breathed out quietly, her heated inner walls quickly began to engorge his cock. Soon enough one of her hands moved for the nape of his neck to hold him softly there, her teeth nipping against her lower lip to keep her as quiet as she could.

Fuuuck. It felt really good inside her. With Satsumi's help, Sora started thrusting inside her in a steady pace. Her pussy was tight but he always compensated by fucking her hard. He knew she liked it, and he had to admit that doing it rough was very pleasurable.

Sora reached for her neck and started kissing her and playfully biting her as he kept fucking her against the changing room's wall. Something about the risk of being caught only made this even more exciting.

Her hips quivered against Sora, and with her arm slowly running down against his body she made sure to tease with just the tips of her fingers as she ran them down his spine. He filled her nearly perfectly, and every time she felt him sliding back into her a soft moan whimpered out from her even as she tried to keep quiet. While she began to buck her hips back against him with a steady rhythm, it was the sensation of his lips against her neck as well as his teeth that began to drive her over the edge.

"Anh!" She moaned out a little more loudly before stifling herself once more, her pussy clamping down against his cock as she rode him even more fervently. Each soft breath that left her parted lips was a brush of warm air against his skin. "Don't stop, Sora..." Slowly her free hand moved for one of his, clasping against it as she began to squeeze it. With her hips beginning to move more quickly her gentle grasp steadily grew firmer, every second only making her lust and desire to be filled more evident.

Sora's desire for his girlfriend only great with each thrust. His cock reached far into her depths and he could feel his orgasm building. Throwing caution to the wind, Sora pushed his Oni lover against the wall and fucked her even harder, his hands grabbing her tits as he kissed and sucked them. "Satsumi... I'm gonna cum!" he warned her, getting closer and closer to a climax.

"Getting close?" Her voice was sultry as she spoke with excitement even as her tone was kept low, the words hissing out of her mouth. Bucking her hips back into his, her body shuddered as his hands ran across her breasts, sensitive to them being played with and more so when his tongue and lips caressed over her hardened nipples. "Yes!" Her hand quickly raced up his back once more, running her fingers through his hair before she pushed him even further into her chest. Given her height and their position, it was easy for her to lean in against him, her words stammered between pants and moans. "I'm not gonna stop until you blow your load in me... Make me feel even fuller." True to her words, her hips rolled back into his, the sound a bit more audible with how her juices flowed against his cock, the room quickly beginning to smell like sex as the two made love more fervently.

By this point it was almost impossible for their love making to not be heard. Sora had no idea if either there was nobody else in the whole changing area, or if whoever was there simply didn't care, or maybe they were even enjoying the sounds of their rough love making. Either way, Sora was loving it. Slamming his hips against Satsumi. Fucking her hard and rough against the wall. Her moaning was driving him nuts and she really seemed to enjoy a creampie. His cock kept going inside her as deep as he could until he wasn't able to hold on anymore. "Fuck! I'm cumming!" He warned her as he thrusted one last time. His cock twitched and shot out load after load of his cum inside the womb of his Oni lover.

As he called out his climax, his words were quickly stifled against Satsumi's lips as she crushed hers against his, locking him in a heated kiss as she came alongside him. While his seed shot deep into her, her juices soon dripped against him heatedly, her sounds of pleasure vibrating back into his mouth as she moaned out quietly. Her hips ground back into his, legs tightening against him to make sure she had a good grip to ride him with before settling into a slower and more sensual grinding pattern with her movement, only coming to a rest when she was sure she had sufficiently drained her lover. Even then, she wriggled against him one last time, slowly breaking the kiss as her lips curled into a smile. "There... I think that's certainly a suitable apology for any trouble I caused you while shopping." She spoke with a tease.

Sora could feel Satsumi's pussy tightening around his cock as she orgasmed at the same time as he did. It felt so good as she milked every drop of his seed inside her. "Fuck..." he moaned softly after she broke their kiss. If this was gonna be his life from now on, making love to Satsumi all the time, he had zero complaints.

As the sex haze started clearing from his mind, he recalled where they were and started worrying." Think anyone heard us?" he asked worried. And with reason, as just two stalls away from them was a certain someone who had been listening all this time to their love making. Neither of them knew this though, assuming they were alone in the store.

"If they heard us..." As Satsumi slowly came down from the high of her own orgasm, she breathed out deeply, her lips remaining parted as she caught her second wind. "I don't think they'll object too much to hearing at least one of us." She said with a wink, her ivory hair tousled and framing her face before she used her right hand to slowly comb through it and give it some measure of looking halfway decent. "How about we get dressed again though and head out? Before we make a proper mess." She didn't seem to object to that personally, but she had her own convictions and making a job harder for the employees was certainly something she would have some issues with.

"That sounds like a good idea." Sora replied as Satsumi slowly removed herself from his rod. Finally having caught his breath, he pulled his pants back up and put them on while Satsumi put on the outfit she had come to the store with. "So, we buying these outfits then I assume?" He asked, clearly not minding at all to see her wearing them again. Once they were both dressed, he opened the door to their changing room and stepped out.

"Oh, I already bought them. Wouldn't dare make a mess in something I don't own." Satsumi replied with a wink. Even as she rose, she did so in a more graceful and sensual manner, taking off the lingerie she had put on as she began to put on the clothing she had worn into the mall. The moment they were dressed however, Satsumi held her hand in his, with most everyone in the store none the wiser—though for the occupant of the stall next to them, she was very familiar with the scent that lingered outside of their dressing room.