An attractive 32 year old woman, with long red hair. She owns her own successful interior design business and has been single for a long time because she is looking for just the right guy to come along, and claim her in a way she craved. An independent and self-assured woman confident in her own desires.

Annabelle was wearing a long purple dress with wide straps that went over her shoulders and cut low enough to show just a slight hint of cleavage and black Mary Jane flats. She was looking through the Craft Market, when she heard the most beautiful music. She turned and saw very attractive man about her age playing a flute. She was just captivated by the music somehow and when he was finished she just couldn't stop looking at the man.

But, soon he caught her starring at him. She smiled and looked him the eye for a moment or two and then she turned to continue looking at the stall she was at but every so often she would steal another glance at him. Then, she saw him walk toward her and when he asked what she was looking for she smiled and said, "Not much... I must say I enjoyed your music very much... Are you a professional musician?"

Thom shook his head with an abashed smile. "Dedicated hobbyist," he demurred. "Some friends and I get together once a week to practice and learn new tunes, then three or four times a year we go to some Irish fest for a gig. No, my real job is historic renovations." He fished a business card out of his pocket and offered it to her. "Thom Dumont Enterprises, General Contractor, Specializing in Historic Renovations" it said, along with phone and web contact information.

"That's me," he smiled. "Folks call me Thom. Well, since I'm now meandering, and you seem to be meandering, care to meander with some company?"

Annabelle took the card and smiled, "Well, you are very talented, Thom..." She opened her purse and took out her purse and placed the card in with her other business cards. "And since we are exchanging business cards..." She took out one of her cards and handed it to him. "Stewart Interior Design, Annabelle Stewart," it said along with her phone and web contact information.

"Everyone calls me Annabelle... And I would love some company..." She smiled as they walked through the market. There was something about Thom that she like. They walked through the market for a while and she said, "I don't do things like this but would you like to join me for a cup of coffee at the little coffee shop just up the street?"

Thom smiled as he took her card and reviewed it. "Huh," he almost laughed. "Interior design, renovation," he said pointing to each of them in turn. "It's almost surprising we haven't crossed paths before. Although, it is a big market out there. Lot's of competitors. You've probably worked with some of them." It didn't have any effect on his interest in her. Her hair was gorgeous, and it framed her face and body in an entrancing way that captivated him. He also liked meeting someone close to his own age that wasn't an airhead or a ball-buster.

They ambled their way to various stalls, pausing to admire this and that while enjoying light conversation. He told her that he'd moved to the area about six years ago to start his business, and had lost his parents shortly after the move. He had a brother on the opposite coast he saw rarely.

The offer for coffee was mirroring his own thought that the market was starting to get more crowded than he found comfortable. "We seem to be in sync, Annabelle. I was about to make a similar suggestion." Together they crossed to the picturesque shop and got a private table on the terrace, overlooking the now busy park hosting the market.

"So why, as you said, don't you do things like this... more often?" he asked her with a smile, blowing on his coffee before taking a sip. His eyes lowered a glance to her hand, seeing no ring on her finger. "I assume you're open to dating. Or is there already a significant man, or person, in your life?"

Annabelle was enjoying being with Thom. She was surprised that they didn't cross paths but she didn't do much historical stuff. Most of her clients were new home owners. As they talked she shared some of her history as well. She grew up in the area, went to college nearby and opened her business soon after graduating, she too had lost her parents. But, she was an only child.

She was glad that he chose to sit on the terrace. She loved drinking her coffee and sitting out here just people watching. When he asked why she didn't do think this, she smiled, "Well, what I meant was I don't usually ask guys out. Men usually ask me out..." She took a sip of her coffee and said, "I wish I had a significant other in my life... The problem is I'm very particular about the kind of man I want in my life." She took a sip of her coffee.

"A lady of particular tastes," Thom smiled, nodding. He wasn't keen to push too hard into her secrets, having just met. "I can relate to that. I dated a lot more the first couple of years here, but that got to be a bit... frustrating. Things just weren't working out. I guess what I was looking for was difficult to find."

He raised his cup toward her in a slightly mock toast. "May you find what you're looking for, Annabelle. May both of us." He took his ceremonial sip and set his drink down.

Annabelle found it hard to believe that Thom couldn't find someone. He was such a good looking man. Annabelle smiled, raised her cup and clinked it against his, "May you find what you're for too, Thom..." She took a drink... "If I might ask... What are you looking for?" She really like Thom and even if they were just friends that would be find with her, but she was curious as to what he was looking for.

Thom smiled at Annabelle's question, hesitating a moment. They had hit it off, with much in common, jobs, family history, and a mature, open attitude they'd seemed to recognize right off. "Well..." he cocked his eyebrows, "if it's secrets you're after, you're going to have to share yours, as well," he teased, seeing in her expression that they'd sealed the deal.

"So... I like a woman who is independent and smart, sexy, self-assured... All the things you seem to be, Annabelle. I'm all for sexual equality in the public sphere. But in private, I want to see another side. I want a woman who will acknowledge a need for a stronger will, a controlling will in her life. Not abusive, just, in control. That's the kind of man I like to be, and I'd like to find a partner who not only accepts that, but desires it."

He sat back and took a sip, hoping to cover what might be an awkward moment. Probably better to have gotten it out to begin with, than face disappointment later on. "So there's the window into my soul. What about yours?" he smiled back.

Annabelle couldn't believe it. Thom was the man she was looking for..."Your not going to believe this but I'm looking for a man whose willing to be in complete control of my life. They'd tell me what to wear, what to eat, what to do. I would continue to work, but, all of my money would go to them and I'd put on an allowance. That not to extreme for you is it?" She took a sip of her coffee, "If it is I'd be willing to compromise..." She really like Thom and if this worked out, she had a feeling they'd be great together.

Thom's face was blank as she started talking, but his eyes lit up the more she said, and the corners of his lips curled into an appreciative smile. As she finished, he drained his cup as she took her sip, and listened to her talk of a compromise. "Don't be afraid you might have shocked me," he encouraged her. "If anything, I spoke with too much subtlety compared to you. That took a lot of courage."

He tapped his fingers for a moment as he studied her. "Let's be clear," he finally said. "We're not talking about a simple dominant sexual partner, or even a form of parental authority. We're," he paused and checked to make sure they weren't being overheard; fortunately it was early for the lunch crowd, and they had the terrace almost to themselves. "We're talking about virtual slavery. We both know how much responsibility that puts upon the Master." He used the last word deliberately to watch her reaction. "And the slave, in her role to please and be obedient. Is that what you've really been yearning for?"

Annabelle smiled when he said he had courage to tell him her secret fantasy, "Thank you..." She said as she finished her coffee. She sat there and listened to what he had to say. She was glad that there was no one else around to hear them talk. He was right she was talking about virtual slavery. "Yes, Thom... that is what I want..." She took his hand... "I want you to be my Master..." In the back of her head she knew this was crazy, she just met Thom a few hours ago... But this was what she wanted...


A tall, dark-haired man in his mid-thirties, and business owner. Of good-looking appearance, his demeanor exudes confidence and control, and he takes the lead in their interactions, showcasing his assertive personality.

Thom's face was blank as she started talking, but his eyes lit up the more she said, and the corners of his lips curled into an appreciative smile. As she finished, he drained his cup as she took her sip, and listened to her talk of a compromise. "Don't be afraid you might have shocked me," he encouraged her. "If anything, I spoke with too much subtlety compared to you. That took a lot of courage."

He tapped his fingers for a moment as he studied her. "Let's be clear," he finally said. "We're not talking about a simple dominant sexual partner, or even a form of parental authority. We're," he paused and checked to make sure they weren't being overheard; fortunately it was early for the lunch crowd, and they had the terrace almost to themselves. "We're talking about virtual slavery. We both know how much responsibility that puts upon the Master." He used the last word deliberately to watch her reaction. "And the slave, in her role to please and be obedient. Is that what you've really been yearning for?"


A deer-monster with an anthropomorphic form with deer-like features such as antlers. He's smaller and less physically imposing than Vincent. His personality is marked by curiosity and friendliness; he willingly shares information about his culture and is eager to learn about human inventions. Despite his status as a warrior in his tribe, he displays vulnerability and hesitance when faced with uncomfortable situations. He prefers peace over conflict, often choosing to comply rather than resist when under pressure.

Azriel, comfortable as he was with being nude around other people, became rather flustered as his hip was grabbed and the flirty remark was spoken. "Ah—thank you..." Despite being grateful for Vincent's help, all of his ever so sexual gestures, as well as his refusal to let him go home or be in other humans' sight, were beginning to raise some flags and put the little deer more than a little on edge. The only thing keeping the monster from pushing the man away was the help with his accessory.

At the new question, the young man was more than happy to distract himself from the uncomfortable feeling the man had given him, giving a shrug as he thought of whether or not they'd had any meaning. With a nod, Azriel accepted Vincent's help, letting himself get just a little more close than he was comfortable with to step carefully into the tub. "The patterns on the sashes represent my family and my strengths. The loin cloths and ankle sash are dyed to represent my status as a warrior and my duties for it. The necklace was from a friend, and the bracelet I learned to make from a Naga tribe we visited a few years ago."

Vincent helped lower Azriel into the warm water to make sure he didn't fall and hurt himself even further. "I'll change your bandages after since they're getting wet now," he decided, patting Azriel's head when he was in the water. He took down the soap from a shelf so that Azriel could wash himself, as well as the two in one shampoo and conditioner he used. "I hope you know what the soap is for, this is specifically for your hair," He told Azriel before stepping away to examine the sash he'd mentioned.

"That's interesting, it was a Naga that attacked you today," he reminded absently as he picked up the bracelet to look at it. "But I guess not all tribes must be like that. It isn't as if there aren't regular animals to prey on, there must be some tribes of predatory monsters that choose not to prey on other monsters..." he trailed off, glancing back at Azriel to make sure that he was cleaning himself thoroughly.

Azriel was happy to be sat down without any uncomfortable touching, having half expected it after the hip grab. He nodded at the mention of bandages, pouting a little at the tinge of pain he felt from the water soaking in them and onto the wounds. "Thank you." The monster was happy to see soap, knowing what it was for—his village had learned to make their own from fat and fragrant flowers quite a few generations ago from a sheep folk village they were now allies with and visited every year. He had a couple of friends there that he enjoyed hanging out with when they stopped by, making sure to play as many games as they had, including one similar to basketball though with a ball that couldn't bounce, though they also loved making up their own.

As the young man began lathering up, smiling from the memories of his friends, he listened to the man's thoughts on the Naga before nodding. "All villages and tribes have an oath of peace that prevents them from needlessly attacking others. It's only broken when someone attacks them. The one you killed was rogue; they'll renounce their tribes and laws, usually for hatred of humans. They figure that if they have to be hunted by you, they might as well be the savage beasts you make them out to be... They've become a big problem recently..."

"I suppose that makes sense, people often come together when there's an external threat. Humans threaten monsters enough without you attacking each other," he mused putting the bracelet back down. He guessed that he hunted more rogues then anything else because it was easier to pick off individuals. He'd just sort of assumed that monsters of animals that were normally solitary, like snakes, were solitary as well but apparently not. It was good to know more even though he couldn't yet see how this information would benefit him.

"Well that's their choice isn't it? And it's kind of ironic because going off on their own makes them so much easier to hunt," he chuckled and went to sit on the edge of the tub again. "I don't know much about monsters as I'm sure you've noticed, just enough to hunt them. But it's interesting to learn more about, thank you for telling me about it."

Azriel shrugged at the mention of irony, not really liking talking about people being hunted, especially since the thing hunting them obviously didn't even care that they could speak, invent, and feel the same as him. He swore, humans must all just be psychopaths. He kind of wondered if the man might use the information to find and ambush villages, though he quickly shook that terrifying thought away, not wanting to imagine the devastation that would cause; he didn't want to consider being the reason for something so terrible.

"It's fine. You can ask me anything besides locations and migration routes, I don't mind sharing the culture a little, but I also don't know too much about other monsters. We only really come in contact with sheep folk and other deer groups; I've talked to Nagas and wolves a few times but not for very long. I also see harpies and bunnies a lot, but I've never talked to them—they tend to be rather hard to approach."

Vincent wasn't planning to hunt a whole village, even if he had better weapons with that many weapons it was quite possible a whole village of monsters could overwhelm him. "I won't ask that," he assured dipping his fingers in the water absently. "That would be more material then I'd be able to handle at one time anyway," he added with a crooked smile, not a comment Azriel would like certainly but it was just a joke. And hey, at least he was agreeing not to wipe out any people.

"Do your people have a consistent migration pattern?" He asked shaking the water off his hands absently. "Will they be back in the same area I took you from this time next year? I don't know where they were so it should be find to tell me," he added. He didn't even know how far Azriel had wandered from his group.

"I think you're clean now so lets get you out of the water. You shouldn't stay in to long it'll be bad for your wound," he told the monster as he reached in to help him up. "Let me rebandage your wounds."

Azriel's expression turned wry at the man's sick joke, not liking people being described as material, though he supposed he should be glad the man wouldn't plan any massive hunting groups for the poor communities. He supposed that was the good thing about being nomadic—they could leave at any sign of danger much easier than others. Taking a sigh, he shook the joke from his mind, deciding that he'd forgive the man for it since that's probably just the way he was raised and it's hard to change your thinking from those things. After all, he himself still avoided fairy circles despite knowing they're harmless.

The monster nodded at the question, knowing he could just tell his village to take a detour next year; it actually made him excited wondering where they would go. "Yeah, unless we hear an area's been particularly dangerous, then we take a detour. Sometimes we set up permanent shelters at our stops instead of using our migration tents, though they're usually taken over by other monsters when we leave." Azriel nodded, though he wanted to enjoy the bath longer,knowing it wouldn't be good to soak too long. He carefully stood up and stepped out of the tub, holding his arms out just in case he may slip and need to reach out for something, but that luckily didn't happen. "Thank you..."

Vincent nodded with a little smirk, that was good to hear because it gave him an extra layer of leverage over the monster. More questions could wait till later, it was just about time to show Azriel the real reason Vincent had brought him home. Well almost, first they had to get him dried off and his wounds looked after first.

He kept an eye on Azriel as he got out to make sure he didn't fall and grabbed a towel and helped Azriel dry off since that would be hard to do with one hand. "I'm going to lift you up to sit on the counter so I can rebandage your wounds," he warned, already reaching out to pull Azriel closer to him, not giving him time or space to get dressed.

The monster stayed still as we was dried off, giving a little "thank you" despite it making him a little uncomfortable, knowing he couldn't really have done it himself with his broken arm. Azriel was about to grab his loin cloth and sashes, thinking he could just ask for the man to help him put them on, when Vincent had spoken. He retracted his hand, which had only just begun the very first little sliver of reaching for the items, and put both of them on the man's shoulders with a nod.

Once set down, Azriel reached to his leg with his good hand, picking at the bandages as he attempted to unwrap them himself. "So... you've asked me plenty of question. Could I ask you some?"

"Thanks," Vincent said absently when Azriel held out his leg to make it easier for him to check the stitches and then rebandage his wounds. "Sure you can," he agreed with a little smile as he wound the bandages around his leg. When that was done he trailed his fingertips lightly over the outside of the other man's thighs. He skipped over Azriel's sides and gently gripped his broken arm to check if the wrap and sling was wet and of course it was, frowning a little.

"I should probably replace these as well, it's not good for your skin to stay damp for to long and even though this will dry out," he tutted and started to unwind the damp bandages. "Since you're not bleeding here we can reuse these if we need to once they're dry."

Azriel obliged only holding his leg out for the man once the wet bandages were off, nodding and the thanks. He honestly hadn't thought the word would be in the man's vocabulary, at least not when speaking to a monster. Though the small man was rather interested in how human society worked, he was much more curious about the inventions he'd seen. The vehicle was rather interesting, though he could tell that it obviously used wheels like the wagons his village used, powered by some unknown mechanism that didn't matter too much to him at the moment. The more mysterious inventions were the TV and bath, of which the bath held much more use to the deer. "How does your bath work? Where do you get all the water?"

He squirmed a little as his thigh was touched, a little uncomfortable by it, so he moved his good hand to cover his crotch. Seeing the man frown, his own smile and excitement faded for a moment. Azriel then nodded, holding his arm out for the man though he was reluctant to have it moved considering the pain, especially since the pills' effect had worn off by now. "Please be careful..." Hearing that the other bandages couldn't be reused made him confused, as his people always reused bandages unless they were in bad condition, in which case they were only used when absolutely necessary. "Couldn't you just boil the blood out?"

"There's a network of pipes underneath most human towns that carry water to and from all of the homes. Each building has a tank to heat up the water so we can have hot water as well as cold water," he explained the basics. "The pipes are pressurized so the water comes up and out when you turn the handle to open the faucet," he explained gesturing at the sink since it was the closest one.

"We could do that but there's really no need to, bandages are cheep and easy to get," he said with a shrug. "Besides most are made to fragile to survive being boiled. We have machines that weave cloth for us now so it doesn't take any work to make bandages, it just makes more sense for human not to reuse them." He added with a shrug as he rebandaged and retied Azriel's arm for him.

Azriel listened to the man's explanation, fascinated by how humans could build such a large and intricate network under their cities for something as simple as water. It made him chuckle a little. "Sounds like more work than it's worth." We'll, he supposed there were machines to make the digging easier—humans seemed to have a machine for everything. They were really lazy, weren't they? Was that why they had the TVs? Because they had too much free time from the machines doing all the work? Maybe that was why the man slaughtered monsters for crafts—to keep himself busy; it was sad, but it made sense.

The young man nodded at Vincent's comment on the bandages. He found it as a bit of a waste, but if trash in the forest was any indicator, it was already well known that humans were rather wasteful. He sighed, knowing he couldn't do anything about it, so why bother thinking about it. Once the man was done with the bandages, he gave a smile and grateful "Thank you."

"It's a lot of work at first but it saves a lot of work in the long run since it saves us having to haul water, it's just a nice convenience for us," he explained with a little shrug. He finished tying off the new sling and smiled gently at Azriel, "You're welcome," he said benevolently before stepping closer to Azriel, casually nudging the younger man's legs apart so he could get between them. He ran his hands over the other man's thighs and settled on his hips.

"You're a very pretty boy you know," He purred, leaning in to nuzzle against the deer-monsters neck, he fully expected to be pushed away but he was weak and only had one working arm at the moment so he didn't expect he'd have any problem resisting that push.

At first, Azriel was confused as to why the man was moving his legs, so he curiously obliged, thinking he was probably still messing with his bandages—though not without a bit of embarrassment from having his manhood out in the open—before Vincent put himself between them. He was instantly very flustered by the closing space between them as a shiver ran up his spine from the hands venturing up to his hips. Even with a culture that didn't value much privacy, the monster knew this was definitely not some awkward hug, but most definitely some very intimate advances.

Reaching his good arm out to Vincent's shoulder trying to gently push away and refuse him, he leaned back in an attempt to squirm away, his ears pressing back against his head. "I-I really don't want to do... those things..." His good leg came up as well, wanting to close his legs and turn away from the man, though that proved hard to do.

Vincent smiled crookedly, really what a cute little thing this boy was, with his ears pressed back, the timid and nervous look on his face only made Vincent want him more! Even though he was human he was undeniably a predator in his sexuality and he wanted to absolutely consume this boy~ He gripped the other's hips tighter and pulled him in.

"So you said," he agreed with a crooked smile. "But here is how things are actually going to go, you are going to give me what I want and I'll take good care of you and bring you back to the forest next year when your people come around again. Or I'm going to take what I want from you anyway and mount those unimpressive antlers of yours on my wall," he explained matter-of-factly, his lips curled in a dangerous smile.

Azriel jumped a bit at the tightened grip, then his heart sank as he heard the threat. As much as he hated the situation, having his antlers chopped off and seeing the reminder of that torture on the wall would be worse. All he hoped now was that his village wouldn't avoid the area next year because of his disappearance.

The monster hesitated for a moment with his words caught in his throat as he lowered his head. He was torn between protecting his small bit of pride and avoiding the pain of his antlers getting broken off; sure, they'd come off in spring anyway, but the shedding process was much easier and less painful than however Vincent would snap them. After a moment, he sighed and tried to relax. "Just... be gentle... please..."


A dominant and manipulative individual. He is physically imposing, given his ability to effortlessly assist Azriel with his injuries and move him around. His personality is complex; he exhibits a curious interest in Azriel's culture but also displays predatory tendencies. He's unapologetically straightforward about his desires and employs coercion when necessary. Despite his harsh demeanor, he does exhibit moments of gentleness and care, suggesting a multifaceted character.

Azriel jumped a bit at the tightened grip, then his heart sank as he heard the threat. As much as he hated the situation, having his antlers chopped off and seeing the reminder of that torture on the wall would be worse. All he hoped now was that his village wouldn't avoid the area next year because of his disappearance.

The monster hesitated for a moment with his words caught in his throat as he lowered his head. He was torn between protecting his small bit of pride and avoiding the pain of his antlers getting broken off; sure, they'd come off in spring anyway, but the shedding process was much easier and less painful than however Vincent would snap them. After a moment, he sighed and tried to relax. "Just... be gentle... please..."

Vincent gave Azriel the moment he seemed to need to process the threat and decide whether he was going to fight or not. Vincent didn't have a guess on what he'd decide, he was small and frail after all, but he was also a warrior for his people and depending on how seriously he took that he may decide to fight anyway.

He was pleased with the choice and smiled triumphantly, He released Azriel's hip and cupped his jaw, tilting his head back up to kiss him surprisingly softly. "I will be. Like I said I'll take good care of you," he assured gently and pulled back taking Azriel's good hand and pulling him carefully from the counter. "Come, we're going to bed," he murmured leading him out of the bathroom and towards his bedroom. "We'll be more comfortable there and I have lube so it won't hurt you. It'll feel good."


A young and inexperienced cat-girl with feline features such as ears and a tail. Her physique is both childlike in its softness and hinting at maturity with curves. She's petite enough to be easily lifted by William. Her personality is shy, hesitant, and naive due to her lack of experience. Despite this, she shows an eagerness to please and learn. Her responses are often characterized by mewling sounds and physical movements like swishing her tail or curling her toes, suggesting a high level of sensitivity and expressiveness.

Surprised by this, more that he would actually ask this of her than because of the question itself, Elee looked up, her eyes wide with surprise and mild shock. Hesitantly, she asked, "M-My mouth? "Then, after a second, she slowly nodded and mewled a weak, "O-Okay..."

She hesitated another moment, then slowly she leaned forward, her eyes once more zeroing in on the tip of William's dick. Slowly she opened her mouth, and then the tip of her tongue slid over his dick, then her lips touched his own. In theory, she knew what she was supposed to do, but she had never done so. Her hands then returned to carefully move up and down his shaft; she hadn't been able to concentrate on this the moment before, as she at the same time began to suckle on her customer's dick.

Now that hit the spot. The moment her tongue connected with his tip William felt a jolt of pleasure coursing through his body, and when her lips touched it, he had to prevent himself from simply grabbing her head and forcing her to take more. It was, in fact, a feat of will that he simply allowed her to experiment, groaning with pleasure as he felt her suck on his tip. "That's amazing, kitten," he said, no hint of falsehood in his voice, two fingers rubbing idly at one of her ears while she brought him such great pleasure.

The taste on Elee's tongue wasn't really unpleasant, just a bit strange, and the compliment felt nice, as did the continued pleasuring of her head, which hit just the right spots and made her mewl and softly moan around William's shaft as she tried to get the head of his dick into her mouth. Her tongue wagged carefully and moved slowly, as if she was still afraid to do something wrong, yet her hands were slowly becoming faster with each move up and down. This wasn't so bad so far.

Watching her try so hard to please him was so incredibly endearing and sexy, William was afraid he wouldn't be able to resist for much longer. Her tiny hands, soft little mouth, all working to bring him as much pleasure as possible, made his cock twitch between her fingers and leak even more pre-cum. Groaning louder now, the man could feel himself reaching climax already, the combined stimuli more than enough to bring him to the edge. It didn't take much more, in fact, before he finally reached his limit. With the little kitten suckling on his tip, her hands massaging him, William barely had time to do anything other than moan as he came, days of pent up cum released in a torrent of ecstasy as his throbbing cock reciprocated everything Elee had given him.

Elee had just thought she had it all down, had thought she had understood what she was supposed to do and was doing it all fine and good, then suddenly her customer began to pant louder. But it was good panting; this meant she was doing it... And then suddenly, to her surprise, his cock twitched and shuddered, and thick streams of creamy, hot semen were shot into her mouth. With only her hands still holding onto his cock, she pulled back in surprise, closing her eyes as the thick ropes of cum hit her lips and nose and cheeks, coating her cute little face, dribbles of it leaking from the corner of her mouth.

The sheer relief of his release made William sigh, a content look on his face as he basked in the afterglow of Elee's ministrations even as he shot a last few strings of cum onto her already stained face. "Thank you, kitten," he sighed wistfully, glancing down to look at the surprised looking girl, her adorable face covered in his seed. The mere sight of it made him twitch once more. Still, he'd need a bit of time to get going again, so instead he placed a hand on top of her head, gently patting her. "Sorry for surprising you," he said with a chuckle, gaze drifting to the side to look into the adjacent washroom, "So, how about we get you cleaned up?"

While William finished on her face, Elee couldn't do anything else than to stand there and take it, her eyes closed, her hands holding onto his dick and, without realizing it, still massaging it. She shook a bit, was nervous as hell, and only waited. And as it was over, and William spoke to her and placed a hand on her head again, she slowly looked up to him. Still not sure how to proceed and what to do, she simply nodded and mewled softly, "Ummm... nyaaa, that would be... n-nice..."

Just the sight of her looking up at him with those big eyes, face all the while covered in cum, was enough to make William slowly grow hard all over again. This girl really was too adorable. "Wouldn't it?" he echoed, kneeling down to place an arm under her butt before lifting her easily into the air. Now at face height with her, William smiled grandly. "You do look cute like that, but I'm thinking you'll look just as cute with wet hair." Carefully, he stepped out of the bedding area, making sure to keep a firm hold on the girl, allowing her to lean against him to make the short transit to the next room as comfortable as possible.

As they entered the bathroom, all perfectly made to match the other chamber, William once more couldn't help but marvel at the craftsmanship of it all. Kings and emperors didn't have rooms this beautiful in their world. Walking to the edge of the large basin which made up the 'tub' of the bathroom, William slowly sat down just enough that his waist came under water. Elee he'd placed between his legs, the difference in their heights meaning that she was almost down to the shoulders.

A surprised little yelp came from Elee as she swooped up, her tail swishing around in a sudden movement, yet she did not resist this action. One hand of her held even onto William while the other fidgeted around. The only thing missing from this cute little thing, as cute as a button and as innocent as a kitten, was that she sucked on her thump in search of comfort.

Her soft little rump was just as squishable and nice as it looked to be, perfectly made to be toyed with, and her tail moved slowly from one side to the other, tickling the arm she was held with. She looked with big, innocent eyes as she was carried and then placed in the water, shivering as the warm liquid touched her skin, mewling slightly in discomfort before this vanished. However, she did push herself against William in search of security, her warm, pleasant skin pressed against his, her rump slightly pressing down on his private parts, her tail automatically massaging there without her even wanting to.

The way she pushed against him, her cute little butt and tail subconsciously massaging his already hardening member, it was almost enough to make him moan in delight. Pushing aside those thoughts for now, William reached out to grab a nearby sponge, submerging it in water for a moment before lifting it above her head. "Close your eyes, kitten," he said, giving her ample time to do so before squeezing water out of the sponge to soak her head and hair.

Slowly and gently, he began to wash her, removing the cum from her face and running the sponge over her body. At the same time, he took the time to explore her some more, his other hand moving across her naked form, fingers squeezing her, caressing her, just feeling her. She had such a soft, supple body, the perfect blend between childish fat and mature curves, and he found that he just couldn't stop touching her all over.

Just as she was ordered to do, Elee closed her eyes dutifully, not really sure what to expect and what would happen now, but doing as she was told. So far, William had been nice to her, so why should he do something not so nice to her now? She shook with a slight shock as the water hit her head and hair. She was still something of a kitten; she did not exactly like water. Her body went rigid and stiff for a second before she relaxed again.

And then she only sat there, mewling and moaning softly, as this nice man did things to her. She shivered slightly, her hands holding onto him as good as she could, her body relaxing more and more. She felt strange but not bad, just strange. Each touch of his brought another delightful little sound from her, her muscles moving all on their own to allow William better access to her.

Feeling Elee squirm and push against him, moving in ways that clearly signaled her enjoyment, it only made William all the more eager to explore her. His hand moved down her side, caressing her waist before finally reaching her upper thigh, fingers digging into the squishy fat of her lower body. "Do you like this, kitten?" he whispered in her ear, his head next to hers as he smelled her hair, then moved to kiss her neck and nape. "Want to feel even better?"

While he continued to rub her with the sponge, his other hand moved down her lovely leg, lifting it gently to rest over his own. With one leg parted to the side, his hand traveled back down it towards her nether region, quickly finding the supple flesh of her labia. Wasting little time, William began to rub her skillfully, fingers playing with her underaged pussy, pushing the lips apart, teasing her clit, all while he continued to lavish her with kisses and rub her with the sponge.

"Hmmm..." A small nod and an affirmative little moan was all the answer William got before he had already moved and began to pleasure Elee. She, in turn, let out a small squeak of surprise and pleasure alike, suddenly looking down at what he was doing, as if she couldn't believe it. She was shivering in delight and warm pleasure pulsing through her body, her toes curling, her tail swishing from one side to the other, her hands holding William. "Hnnaaaa... nyaaa..."

Her face was flushed, her eyes wide, and her moaning became more ragged. Yes, she did enjoy this very much; it was just sooooo good. It wasn't just the fingers dancing over her labia; it was everything. The touching, the water, the warmth, the closeness, everything working together.

Every little reaction of hers, from the soft mewling moans to the way she squirmed in his hands, all of it inflamed William's lust once more. He began to grow hard under her rump, his shaft extending to be straddled by her. "Oh, kitten, the things you do to me," he whispered in her ear again, running the sponge across her raised leg before finally dropping it in the bath. Carefully, he rose, bringing her with him, to sit on the edge of the bath with just his feet still in it. With his now free hand, he lifted her other leg, placing it across his leg to leave her spread wide open.

With obvious experience, he began to use the hand to rub and caress her wet chest, finding her little nipples and squeezing them in concert with how he was rubbing her lower region. That rubbing soon turned into fingering, inserting just two digits inside her to push her open and begin playing with her insides. Meanwhile, his mouth moved to one of her twitching ears, catching it in between his lips as he began to nibble on it while he played with the rest of her body.

Elee was pudding in William's hands; she allowed him to do anything he wished with her. She merely held onto him as he lifted her up, still moaning and panting slightly, her soft little body shaking with desire and pleasure. She was burning up, as was clearly shown by her deep flushed cheeks and her puffy nipples, as well as her lewd mewling sounds and the barely held back moans. And the moment his fingers slithered into her, which went rather easy as she might have been very tight but also very wet, her body went stiff once more, and she let out a loud moaning sound. "Hmaaaa... pl-please... hmaaa..."


A man who appears to be experienced and confident in intimate situations, suggesting an adult age. His behavior indicates that he's patient and considerate, taking the time to ensure Elee's comfort throughout their encounter. He is physically strong, as he easily lifts Elee multiple times. His communication style is gentle and reassuring, often using pet names like "kitten" when speaking with Elee. Despite his lustful desires, there's a level of caring in his actions which hints at a potentially softer side beneath his carnal exterior.

Elee was pudding in William's hands; she allowed him to do anything he wished with her. She merely held onto him as he lifted her up, still moaning and panting slightly, her soft little body shaking with desire and pleasure. She was burning up, as was clearly shown by her deep flushed cheeks and her puffy nipples, as well as her lewd mewling sounds and the barely held back moans. And the moment his fingers slithered into her, which went rather easy as she might have been very tight but also very wet, her body went stiff once more, and she let out a loud moaning sound. "Hmaaaa... pl-please... hmaaa..."

William continued to pleasure her, making sure to use his fingers to spread her wider and wider, trying to gauge how difficult it would be to enter her. It was going to be a tight fit for sure. Fingers beginning to move faster now, William pulled the girl closer to his body still, enjoying the sensation of her rubbing against him as he fingered and rubbed her. He wasn't going to stop until she finally came, making sure to adapt to every little change as to give her the greatest pleasure he could. The warm wetness of her insides was almost addictive, fingers sliding in and out of her skillfully. William himself was at full size already, his shaft sliding against her lower body, enjoying the sensation of her twitching on top of it.


A dominant and nurturing man who enjoys feeding his partner to the point of overindulgence. He is also curious about exploring different methods of weight gain with his partner and seems to have some experience in this area.

"Truth be told I enjoy feeding you. I will be amazed how much you can actually take in. What did you have in mind you wanted to do?" Casper asked whilst he waited for his boyfriend to answer he disappeared, of course it wouldn't be just the slice that Elijah wouldn't just be expecting it was several that could feed an entire family. Of course Elijah's beverage of choice. When he went in he sat beside his partner.

"Did you have anything in mind you particularly wanted to do?" He asked. "Made the French toast just the way you like it of course plenty of it." He then placed the plate beside Elijah so it was easy to reach. "I would like to at some point test how much you could actually eat." He sat beside Elijah and began the process of putting the toast to Elijah's mouth. It strangely didn't feel wrong forcing Elijah to eat this much it felt nice.

"Oh okay, that's doesn't sound too bad I suppose." Elijah answered to the other's smaller workload today. "Anything I can do to help? I know I'm no chef, but perhaps I could help with delivery, packing y'know, that stuff." He watched the other leave, thinking over his question. A day of talking and maybe experimenting with this whole thing, Elijah reminded himself. It was what they needed, a way to establish boundaries properly and quickly.

When the other returned, he felt a pang of hunger wash over him as his stomach grumbled, leaving a slight blush on his cheeks. "That looks great." Elijah happily hummed "Thanks." He eyed the toast with that same beaming grin, drenched in syrup, powered sugar, fresh berries. It looked amazing. He quickly started to dig in, taking large bites of the toast the other was feeding him, bite after bite until it was gone and he was left waiting for more.

"I..." He paused, taking a bite and swallowing "I was thinking, maybe we could talk about this thing. Just to," Another bite "Set up boundaries, and maybe even... experiment a bit with this. I know it's date night, perhaps we could have a night in?"

"Of course hun. What boundaries would you like?" Casper asked he sat crossed legged as he stretched his arm. "You always been a great help with the customers they simply loved you. Even if it's ensuring that they get their order, most customers have already paid for it so it's literally just handing it over. " He smiled he always was a good man at listening to Elijah. He might be taken a step back by this new experience but he didn't want Elijah to be at a discomfort.

"A night in? that sounds like a great idea. I can't remember when we did that last problem is with us is that we get recognized in public so a quiet night in sounds good." He laid on the bed as he watched the other began to eat the toast. "I wouldn't expect you to eat all the time if that's what your worried about. We'd take it in stride and be sensible about it. The last thing I want to do is make you at a discomfort, I want you to enjoy it also. But talking about it is definitely seems to be a wise choice."

"I suppose... just if I want to lose the weight, you have to promise me you'll still love me. I don't think I will, it's just something I need to know for sure. And, anything in public has to be very careful. You know what the press are like these days, they catch us doing anything like... this," He said, gesturing to the other feeding him "They might assume something. I'm open to the idea, we just need to be careful. For your career and mine. Other than that, I'm prepared to start gaining weight."

Elijah leaned down, grabbing another piece of the french toast and taking a big bite, beaming as the taste hit his tongue "Your cooking never stops surprising me. It's always so good..." He practically moaned. "Tonight we could just sit and relax. If you want we can just order food so you don't have to work as hard, or I can help you as best I can. I know I'm the world's worst chef but if you tell me what to do I'm sure I'll be great."

"Darling, of course that's fine with me. I loved you when you were skinny, I'm not going to dump you or move on to the next fat guy because you listened to what felt comfortable to you. And I have already taken that into consideration most of 'this' would be at home since the paparazzi would have a field day if they saw this and no doubt will scowl at me for fattening you up." Casper chuckled lightly, more awkwardly then anything else.

"If it reassures you, I'm nervous about this too I never did anything like this before. It will be new but I would like to test your stomach limit so it can be avoiding of how uncomfortable it is for you. We can do that tonight if you'd like? then we can rest it off." He rubbed the firmest of it. "I just love it, I can't explain it, just so dam cute and attractive as hell." He forced a few more toast into his mouth seeing the adorable cheeks puff up with food like a chipmunk.

The belly was already starting to groan and topping it off with a glass of milk to give a different taste so it wouldn't be boring for Elijah. He patted the belly as he allowed the other to simply swallow he dared to hold it up adjusting the flow so it didn't come at once. He saw the neck, swallow it. "That's a good boy." Allowing Elijah getting used to being funnel fed. "Trust me I have thought about everything and would love to see how big you get but know that you can bottle out at any time and I will still be here."

"I was thinking about ordering in, I just felt like ordering a lot of food allowing you just a chance to snack during the entire event and resting on your belly quite frankly I never felt this exhausted."

"Trying this thing out tonight sounds good." He replied, sitting up, gut straining against the fabric of his shirt. "Just to... test the water I suppose. But I mean it, if you like it, I'm willing to do it for you." Elijah found he wasn't given much of a chance to speak after that, pieces of toast crammed into his mouth, cheeks puffing up, nice and full with food. He slowly swallowed, letting out a sigh when he finally did, practically feeling all that food resting in his stomach.

He rested back against the pillows after that, hands sat alongside his gut as Casper started gently letting him drink from a glass of milk. It was refreshing to finally get a drink after all that food, keeping him docile and relaxed. The writer couldn't help but blush and smile at the praising and Casper's words. How big he could get? Even Elijah found himself wondering.

"Ordering in sounds good." Elijah smiled, finishing everything with a hefty groan. "No... no more. I'm stuffed."

Casper waited allowing him to fulfill the entire mouthful to be gone. "We'd take it easy one step at the time and I will promise to look after you." Casper leaned in to kiss the male passionately on the lips. He laid with Elijah his head on the profound belly that was stuffed again. He could hear the noises of his stomach. "Well we'd have more privacy that way. I'll get some work stuff done in the morning and then I'm all yours. The ladies normally come in the same time as they know I shut today so perfect timing." Casper wondered deeply how big Elijah would actually get how comfortable and how long.

"We could research into making special weight gaining shakes and see how you get on with that. You seem to gained quicker on your own efforts, I'll be intrigued to find out how much you will gain intentionally." Casper wondered briefly. He then brushed his fingers against Elijah's stomach. "We can look into different methods that suit you." He loved resting his head against Elijah's stomach, it was round and clearly stuffed. He made sure that Elijah finished the remaining was done he saw a little bit was left. "Open wide sweetie." He then poured the last remaining bit the belly coughed a little in the making of being over stuffed.

"We can try different paces. I know you get some what greedy during the dead line. try leaning sideways it might relieve some of the pressure on your belly. Might even make a comfy pillow."


A willing participant in exploring his partner's feeding fetish and has expressed a desire to gain weight. He's concerned about public perception of their relationship and wants to establish clear boundaries. Physically, he has a noticeable stomach which is described as straining against the fabric of his shirt.

"Trying this thing out tonight sounds good." He replied, sitting up, gut straining against the fabric of his shirt. "Just to... test the water I suppose. But I mean it, if you like it, I'm willing to do it for you." Elijah found he wasn't given much of a chance to speak after that, pieces of toast crammed into his mouth, cheeks puffing up, nice and full with food. He slowly swallowed, letting out a sigh when he finally did, practically feeling all that food resting in his stomach.

He rested back against the pillows after that, hands sat alongside his gut as Casper started gently letting him drink from a glass of milk. It was refreshing to finally get a drink after all that food, keeping him docile and relaxed. The writer couldn't help but blush and smile at the praising and Casper's words. How big he could get? Even Elijah found himself wondering.

"Ordering in sounds good." Elijah smiled, finishing everything with a hefty groan. "No... no more. I'm stuffed."


The youngest of Steven's sisters. 16 years old. She is submissive and willing to please. Under hypnosis, she enjoys being dominated by her brother and is eager to follow his commands, even when they involve taboo activities like incest.

Olivia kissed him back sensually, her legs coming to wrap around his torso as she smiled agreeably. "I'm all yours, and only yours. No one can touch me except you." She whispered back, pressing her lips against his shaft eagerly. "Now please, please fuck me." She pleaded impatiently.

She gasped, a long moan leaving her lips as she enjoyed the long, pleasure-filled stretch of him inside of her. "Oh, fuck, you're so big inside of me..." She moaned. "S-So big, fuck..." Her walls stretched tightly to accommodate his size, white-hot pleasure coursing through her veins. She treasured the drag of his shaft inside of her, feeling every bump and vein pressed and grind against her sensitive spots. Mewls and whimpers and squeals, all sorts of dirty noises left her lips, noises that even she hadn't known she could make. No one had ever made her feel this way as she moaned, "Yes, yes, I wanted this, I want more, please, please fuck me harder, fuck my brains out, please!"

Steven continued to pound inside her as he listened to her words, which spurned him on. He reached forward to yank back Olivia's hair, staring into her eyes as he moved in and out of her. He was nearing a crescendo now, and had increased his pace. "Oh, sure... I'd love to." He withdrew his hand, and then smacked his sister's thigh roughly. "Do you mean like this?" he teased, letting his finger explore her chest-area again. This time, he flicked her nipples almost playfully as he gauged her reaction. "I wonder what would've happened if our parents could be nearby to hear us, you know. But I reckon that you wouldn't really care about such things."

He was nearing the point-of-no-return now, and knew that he couldn't last inside her for a long time. He grunted as a fresh wave of euphoria seized him, leaning forward to make out with her again as he ejaculated inside her. Strands of his spunk painted her insides as he emptied his ballsack, and it appeared to take him a long time to finish. The cords on his neck were almost standing out when he eventually pulled back, a satisfactory look on his face.

Olivia squeaked at the slap to her thigh, enjoying the sting that only heightened her pleasure. "Ohhh, fuck yes, more, just like that, please..." She moaned. The pleasure was so much that saliva had painted her lips, one drop falling down to her chin as her hips bounced against his. She yelped, her eyes rolling to the back of her head when he flicked one of her erect nipples. She smirked at him, still gasping and moaning with every thrust. "Yeah, I-I wouldn't mind," She moaned. "A-At least they'd k-know that their so- haah, that their son was well-e-endowed- fuck!"

Oh, she was so close, a second time, and her hands wrapping into his hair to gently play with it, she eagerly made out with him, her lips meshing against his messily as he came inside of her. She could feel his white, sticky seed filling her up completely, and that pushed her over her edge as she came with a loud moan, almost a scream, feeling warm and full. Her thighs were still shaking with pleasure as she lifted herself onto her elbows, her juices mixed with his cum trailing slowly out of her womanhood.

Steven almost lay supine for a moment, before glancing at his sister as she writhed with pleasure. Now that the deed was done, he wanted to reach out to his other sisters. There was still a lot more fun to be had, and he couldn't wait to use the pendulum on the them yet. However, he also knew that there was something else which would add to his enjoyment later. He walked forward to gently bring her face towards him. "I'm about to plant a trigger in your mind..." he whispered. "Whenever I snap my finger, Diana, you're about to moan. A loud, sensual one at that. Do you understand?" As if to make his point clearer, he hefted the pendulum from where it lay in the corner to wave it in front of her again.

"And when I use the word 'come', you'd orgasm immediately. It would fill your body with so much pleasure that you'd feel as if you were about to explore." He stared at her for a moment. It would be a lot of fun to use those triggers—which would remain even after she was lifted out of her trance—whenever he could. He imagined using it against Olivia in embarrassing situations. Oh, he was in the treat of a lifetime, all right.

"And right now, you're to dress yourself again. After you're done, you'd completely return to your senses as before." He walked forward to lift his own clothes, and began to dress at top speed as he waited for Olivia to do the same.

Olivia barely registered the words he'd spoken before her mind cemented his words, deep inside of her. It felt... it felt as though she had some sort of trigger inside of her, like a bomb about to explode. She couldn't explain it. But slowly, she nodded, and grabbed her clothes that were littered across the floor, putting them on and adjusting them, before she blinked.

"Steven? Yo, what happened? You were at the door, and then... that's so weird, I swear, I can't remember anything... maybe I really need to stop stressing out over exams and homework and shit." She chuckled. What had even happened? They were at the doorway, and now near the bed? Were the sheets always this messy? Did she forget something?

Why did her thighs shake from pleasure, though? She felt thrums of soft, mild pleasure going through her body, and although she didn't speak about it, it was clear that she was ruminating about it. She didn't even consider the fact that her brother had hypnotized her, and then they'd proceeded to fuck each other's brains out. "So weird." She repeated. "Anyway, you need something?" She asked. It still felt like a puzzle piece was missing, but... whatever. Mustn't be anything important, anyway.

Steven almost let out a sigh of relief that she hadn't suspected anything. "Yeah, I was just checking in with you, and you kind of... spaced out. Are you all right? It's not healthy to stress out so much, you know." He considered her for a moment, before leaning against the wall again. "I'd come here 'cause I was bored. There's nothing more to it..." He kept his face impassive as he stifled a sudden yawn which had made its appearance. The fact that she was back to her senses had made him eager to proceed with the plan which he had kept in mind. Oh, and she couldn't suspect a thing. And even if she told someone that he'd hypnotized her, they'd probably laugh in her face. No one believed in such things, after all.

He kept his hand behind his back as he snapped his finger thrice, gazing at her as usual.

Suddenly, something zapped through Olivia, and she let out a loud, sensual, downright sultry moan, not unlike the moans she'd released when he was fucking her. Her skin became flushed and heated, and her thighs shook as she grabbed onto Steven's shoulders, her breathing heavy, each warm breath washing over his skin. She let out another moan, another zing of pleasure hitting her straight at her clit. What was happening? Why was she feeling so good? She realized—she was moaning like a slut in front of her brother, but to her surprise, it only heightened the pleasure and arousal.

With another loud moan that almost sounded like a desperate mewl, a white-hot orgasm exploded inside of her, her juices staining the fabric of her shorts. It felt so good, she blacked out for a moment, her grip on Steven's shoulders slackening, her eyes rolling into the back of her head while she saw stars behind her eyelids. After a few moments, she recovered, and her eyes widened in shock. "Sh-shit, I have no idea what the hell happened, sorry." She quickly excused herself, trying to stand up, but her thighs shook with the power of that orgasm.


A 19 years old teenager. He has two sisters. He is a confident and manipulative individual who is not hesitant in using hypnosis and manipulation to get what he wants.

Suddenly, something zapped through Olivia, and she let out a loud, sensual, downright sultry moan, not unlike the moans she'd released when he was fucking her. Her skin became flushed and heated, and her thighs shook as she grabbed onto Steven's shoulders, her breathing heavy, each warm breath washing over his skin. She let out another moan, another zing of pleasure hitting her straight at her clit. What was happening? Why was she feeling so good? She realized—she was moaning like a slut in front of her brother, but to her surprise, it only heightened the pleasure and arousal.

With another loud moan that almost sounded like a desperate mewl, a white-hot orgasm exploded inside of her, her juices staining the fabric of her shorts. It felt so good, she blacked out for a moment, her grip on Steven's shoulders slackening, her eyes rolling into the back of her head while she saw stars behind her eyelids. After a few moments, she recovered, and her eyes widened in shock. "Sh-shit, I have no idea what the hell happened, sorry." She quickly excused herself, trying to stand up, but her thighs shook with the power of that orgasm.

It took the boy every ounce of self-control to not laugh at her dilemma, although he knew that it was likely to make her suspicious. He practically let out a gasp of surprise when she grabbed his shoulder, a shudder of excitement coursing through him as her breath erupted goosebumps across his body. He watched Olivia with a hungry expression on his face as she eventually fell back a step to apologize. "Oh, that's fine... I suppose you should just take it easy, though." She must be feeling really embarrassed right now, and he knew that it wouldn't be the last time that he'd use that command.


A strong-willed and aggressive female lycan (anthropomorphic wolf). She has rippling muscles down her back, well-defined arms and abs. Her hair is long, dark, and tangled due to her time spent running free. She refuses to be submissive or cooperative with Griff and is quick to snap.

"Touch my back for anything other than my shoulder, and you can lose that hand." Scoffing at him as she worked through the food without care for its preparation, Eden eyed him curiously. Strange man, this one. Still, he was feeding her, and she greedily took each piece in turn and devoured it without pause. There was no certainty to when she would eat next, and filling her belly would help to keep her strength up, help her body to try and heal.

"That stinks." She wrinkled her nose at the smell of the water, but managed to undress despite the chain keeping her captive. A quiet huff sounded as she slipped into the water, raising an eyebrow at him as she pulled her hair to one side to assure her bandaged shoulder would stay dry. "Asshole." Grunting as she washed herself slowly, the movements were awkward with her injury and only served to irritate her more.

"Stop staring at my tits and give me the damn shampoo, please. Or at least a brush before you end up having to cut all of this off." That was an abhorrent thought, but a possibility if he refused to give her something to work out the tangles. She'd managed to wash off most of her body and dunk her head down to get her hair wet, the mass held in one hand as she held the other out expectantly. "You need me presentable for whoever buys me, right? I won't look very appealing bald."

Griff continued to keep an eye on the lycan as she bathed, partly just to be wary, but partly just daydreaming. He was itching for a cigarette. He always smoked when he was nervous or tense, but anything to keep Eden less tense than she already was. He could always light one up the moment he stepped out of the barn to head home.

As he gazed at his captive, he pondered if she'd ever calm down enough for them to have a conversation. He wasn't sure. This one seemed more highstrung than most that came his way, but he could hardly blame them for it. Instead, he simply continued to watch, his eyes roaming her body. She was beautiful, just as he had thought when Lloyd had sent her his file, and just as he had saw in that cursory check when Lloyd handed her over to him. She was strong too, rippling muscles down her back, well-defined arms and abs. In spite of himself, Griff found himself getting aroused. Few women wanted to date a lycan intermediary like him. Their death rates were high. And even fewer still wanted to live out in a farmhouse far outside the city.

He grunted as he stood up. A well-trained sharp eye could probably spot the signs of his arousal, but he made no mention of it. Instead, he headed to the backroom and emerged with a stiff-toothed brush, stopping along the way to pick up the bottle of shampoo. Standing within reach of Eden, he set the comb aside and squirted a large dose of shampoo into the rough palms of his hands. "C'mover here, girl." He said, gesturing for her to move closer.

If she did, he would begin to shampoo her head of long, dark, tangled hair. He'd work at getting out the major knots, the things that the brush couldn't get rid of, rubbing the shampoo into her hair all the way from the top of her head to where it ended on her back.

"I'm not a child, don't talk to me like I'm one!" Snapping at him with a growl, Eden glared but moved a bit closer regardless. He had the shampoo, he had the comb, not her. It took everything in her not to immediately claw out, to try and rip him to shreds until there wasn't a single breath left in his lungs. It would do nothing but leave her alone, naked and chained sitting in a tub of water.

"Make it quick." The longer he touched her the looser her restraint became, her entire body stiff as she allowed him to massage her hair and work out the knots she hadn't even known existed. "What next?" Drawing her knees up to her chest to cover the front of her body, she wrapped her arms around her legs and huffed. "You leave, and only come here to make sure I haven't starved or died from the wound? Then you sell me off once I'm healed, get your money, and move on? It sounds lonely. I hope you're lonely, because it's an excruciating feeling."

Griff tried not to peek at the rest of Eden as he fussed with her hair. Instead, he focused on working on the knots in her hair, and there were quite a lot of them. Clearly her time spent running free had taken its toll on her long, dark locks. The more pesky knots often took a few minutes each to untangle, while the simpler ones required just combing his fingers through her hair. "I'm going as quick as I can." He said calmly as he picked at the knots one at a time.

He was quiet for a while as he heard her words. They stung. "Yeah, you're right. I am lonely." He admitted flatly. "Don't get much people wanting to live a life around lycan like I do, and I wouldn't want to subject them to it if they didn't." He said with a small shrug, trying not to let it show in his voice that this was as much talking as he'd done in the last few months.

"That's pretty much the plan though." He said honestly. "I'll check on you, make sure you're well. And then you'll be out of here, on your way to hate another person besides me." He left out mentioning the fact that he'd be socializing her. Getting her used to human presence, his presence at the very least so she'd make a more attractive prospect to a buyer, but he didn't feel like he had to leave that in. She'd just use that as fodder to insult him.

"I've got as many as I can." He said, finally sliding his hands from out of her hair, wiping the wet fingers on his shirt casually. He picked up the hairbrush, looking rather amused, "And when you're better, perhaps we can have a brief tussle to test your strength. I'm sure you'd like getting your hands on me."

"Good." Eden's tone was just as flat as his as she huffed in amusement. "I refuse to be the only one, so I'm glad. You deserve it for what you do." If it had been a conversation with a normal person she might have considered her words rude, but this wasn't a normal person, and he deserved her ire. "On my way to hopefully kill another person besides you." Her arms tightened around her legs despite the twinge in her shoulder, eyes closing as she felt him work out another knot.

"My hands might be in you, rather than on you. Right in the gut." She flexed her hands, displaying the sharp nails that would one day be claws again when she had her freedom. "Going to give me a towel for my hair and everything, since I didn't maul you? Can't let me get sick because my hair took all day to dry." A semblance of a smile tugged at her lips as she raised her head, turning to stare at him evenly.

"You may have the advantage of this," She pulled at the chain with a look of disgust. "But you need that paycheck. You need me healthy, which means on top of fixing up my shoulder, you need to give me a reason not to maul every human I see until someone kills me. Good luck with that, asshole. Now get your eyes off my body and give me something to wear." Snarling out the last words and turning her head away, she stared across the room stiffly.


A lycan intermediary who lives in a farmhouse far outside the city. He is a nervous and tense individual, often smoking cigarettes to alleviate his anxiety. He is attracted to Eden, finding her beautiful and strong despite her captivity. He is resigned to his lonely life and accepts that few people would want to live with him due to his dangerous profession. He is aware of the need for keeping Eden healthy for potential buyers but doesn't seem too concerned about her well-being beyond that.

Griff tried not to peek at the rest of Eden as he fussed with her hair. Instead, he focused on working on the knots in her hair, and there were quite a lot of them. Clearly her time spent running free had taken its toll on her long, dark locks. The more pesky knots often took a few minutes each to untangle, while the simpler ones required just combing his fingers through her hair. "I'm going as quick as I can." He said calmly as he picked at the knots one at a time.

He was quiet for a while as he heard her words. They stung. "Yeah, you're right. I am lonely." He admitted flatly. "Don't get much people wanting to live a life around lycan like I do, and I wouldn't want to subject them to it if they didn't." He said with a small shrug, trying not to let it show in his voice that this was as much talking as he'd done in the last few months.

"That's pretty much the plan though." He said honestly. "I'll check on you, make sure you're well. And then you'll be out of here, on your way to hate another person besides me." He left out mentioning the fact that he'd be socializing her. Getting her used to human presence, his presence at the very least so she'd make a more attractive prospect to a buyer, but he didn't feel like he had to leave that in. She'd just use that as fodder to insult him.

"I've got as many as I can." He said, finally sliding his hands from out of her hair, wiping the wet fingers on his shirt casually. He picked up the hairbrush, looking rather amused, "And when you're better, perhaps we can have a brief tussle to test your strength. I'm sure you'd like getting your hands on me."


A 9-year-old boy with dark brown hair. He's curious and somewhat naive, as seen in his reaction to the sexual feelings he experiences for the first time. Despite his age, he displays an unusually high sex drive. Although initially embarrassed about his nudity and arousal when confronted by his aunt Holly, he quickly becomes more comfortable under her influence. His adventurous side emerges as he reciprocates Holly's advances enthusiastically, showing an open-mindedness beyond his years. However, there are also hints of insecurity and fear due to the unfamiliar situation he finds himself in.

Lincoln felt a powerful urge to fuck something, now! He knew a bit about sex thanks to the talks he and his parents had had. He knew how to masturbate, and his mother and father allowed him to do so freely. This new feeling was indescribable to the young 9-year-old kid. He almost ripped his clothes off and ran outside. He began frantically looking for someone to satisfy his overpowered primal instinct.

Sadly for Lincoln, neither his mother nor any simple slut was to be found in the direct area around him. Luckily for him, his parents were out to the movies and had left his aunt Holly in charge of their brood. Usually, Holly was quite a relaxed person, laid-back and fun-loving and allowed Lincoln to stay up later than his parents would allow and play video games with him.

But she was rather strict on some other rules, like bedtime being at 10 PM. Thus, when it happened, whatever it was exactly, Lincoln's aunt Holly sat downstairs in front of the TV and zapped through the channels looking for something, anything, entertaining. However, then she found herself assaulted with an extreme horniness and the desire to fuck the next cock available.

Sadly, her last boyfriend had ditched her a while ago, and since then it was just her and her trusty vibrator. And that one, of course, was not with her but at home, her own home. With a sigh and a snarl of frustration, she let herself fall back into the sofa. "Dammit... I need a cock..." Unconsciously, her hands started to travel down her own body and between her legs, pushing and pressing, though still above the clothing. As she noticed, she pulled them back quickly.

A quick glance at the watch told her that her sister and her hubby would be out a few more hours at least, and the drive back home alone took some time. "Okay... what to do?"

A naughty idea popped into her head. An idea so naughty and perverted, that she shoved it aside at the first moment. Then she sat there and thought some more. And after three more seconds of agonizing horniness and no way to deal with it, she got up. "I'm just gonna check if he's asleep, nothing more. Seriously, nothing more." She had no idea if she said that to reassure herself or if she wanted to lie to herself. Whatever the reason, she mumbled this as she made her way upstairs and to the room of her nephew Lincoln.

It took several seconds before Lincoln's rush of horniness slowly faded. Seeing no one outside, the dark brown haired boy went back into the house. He was increasingly tired from the quick up and down of the sex drive. He now wanted to sleep. He made his way up stairs toward his bedroom.

It was Lincoln's luck that his aunt decided to check on his sister first, and her room was on the other side of the corridor. Thus, while he snucked back into his room, his aunt was checking on his little sister's room and found her peacefully asleep, at least it seemed that way. What happened after she closed the door again and let the girl alone was another thing, however, and also a story for another time.

Tiptoeing through the corridor, Holly came to Lincoln's door, and for a moment she hesitated. Her mind was filled with dirty thoughts and perverted images, but she was only checking if he was asleep, right? Reassuring herself of this once more, she steeled herself and carefully opened the door so as not to wake him. What she saw was...

Lincoln was just crawling into bed, completely forgetting and not caring that he was still naked when the door opened. He turned around quickly, and now he was aware of his nakedness. His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. He covered his flaccid little cock with his hands. "A-Aunt Holly...!"

The sight of her naked nephew made Holly lick her lips unconsciously, and immediately some very lewd pictures appeared in her head. Still, she shoved them aside with a strength of will she didn't know she possessed and instead chose to be the reasonable adult. Leaning against the door frame and crossing her legs slightly, she had, however, no idea just what a sort of sexy pose she struck, especially with that smirk on her lips. "Why aren't you in bed, little man?" she asked with an amused tone in her voice.

Lincoln watched with wide eyes as his aunt shifted into a sexual pose. And, it didn't help the boy that his horniness was coming back. The pose and the boy's need for sex made his young cock grow hard. The embarrassment increased a lot, and Lincoln had to shift his hands to block the hard tool from sight.

"Well, young man?" his sexy aunt asked with a somewhat amused voice, clearly finding this whole thing too adorable. So far Holly had not said anything about his state of dress, but it was apparent that, of course, she hadn't simply overlooked it. And she also noticed his state of arousal, which made her actually quite pleased. Apparently, she still had it if her own nephew had this reaction to her; it was flattering to her actually. Still, she had fun teasing him a bit, so she decided to keep doing that for the moment.

"Tell your aunt Holly, why aren't you in bed like a brave little boy and instead are up and around and, most of all... naked?" She smirked as she asked this.

Lincoln looked at his aunt with a reddening blush. "I was asleep, when I felt like h-had to..." his young voice trailed off as his embarrassment rose more. He was feeling the sensation again, and it was stronger. He could finish the sentence, but he was too ashamed and scared. He didn't know how to answer questions about his nakedness either. "I'm sorry...!"

Once more Holly licked unconsciously her lips at the sight of this cute boy. Darn, he was just too enticing for her; she could devour him whole. Stepping into the room, she closed the door behind her and came slowly over to him, her hips swinging from one side to the other. It was like she had automatically switched from normal aunt to sexy cougar aunt. And she wasn't forty yet, and neither did she have kids, so perhaps she was simply a sexy aunt, perhaps.

"Come on, back to bed, young man. I'll tuck you in," she said with a sneaky smile which had found its way onto her lips all on its own. *And perhaps do some more.* This thought came to her unbidden, but she found it quite fitting. And it wasn't like she would do anything really wrong, was it? Just some fondling perhaps, nothing serious. And it wasn't like anyone would ever know, he wouldn't tell, would he?

Lincoln did go back to the center of the bed. The way his aunt was acting really turned him on, even though he thought that he was in trouble. He obeyed and was going to try to go back to sleep. However, his cock and the burning urge were major distractions.

Lincoln's aunt sat down on the side of the bed, next to her nephew, and for a second she only looked at him. Then, with a slow movement, she pushed her hand forward and gripped his hard and surprisingly fat prick.

"Well, I see what your problem is Lincoln. How about I help you out a bit, yes? After all, I can hardly let you go to sleep like this," she said with a sneaky smile and a naughty chuckle. Once more, she unconsciously licked her lips, as if she was gazing upon a piece of prime meat.

When his aunt grabbed his cock, Lincoln opened his legs. Her soft hand made his erect member pulsate and made him put a low moan. He looked at her with lustful but uncertain eyes.

With a somewhat lusty smirk on her features and quite some good tingling between her own legs, Holly began to grip the shaft of her nephew in her hand and then moved her hand up and down... up and down... up and down... And all the time, she watched his expression, looking at how he would react, how he liked it. Her other hand meanwhile went exploring on its own and crawled up his body, slowly, oh so slowly.

Lincoln closed his eyes and leans his head back and moans. His aunt's soft and warm hand is masturbating him! *This is crazy!*

With slow, sensual movements of her hand, Holly worked up and down her nephew's shaft. Fuck, she was wanking him off, and she found it thrilling to no end. Smiling lovingly, she then leaned forward and snaking a hand under his head. She suddenly grabbed his hair softly and pushed his head up. And then she kissed him hungrily, her lips meeting his, her tongue darting across his mouth. And at the same time, she kept on pleasuring his cock with her other hand, slowly getting faster as she did so.

Lincoln's cock was sending his brain so many amazing sensations; it was many times better than when he did it! The boy moaned louder. Then, his lips met hers! He couldn't keep from placing a hand on her cheek and softly rubbing the soft skin with his thumb.

A small, husky moan escaped Holly's throat as she kissed her nephew and then felt his hand on her cheek. Good, he was getting braver, that was good. With a somewhat cheeky smile, she then pulled away somewhat and gazed into his eyes. "Do you like that?" she then asked with a tone that could be a purr or a smoky, seductive whisper. "Shall we keep going?"

"Yes, please!" Lincoln answered with a happy childish grin. His sex drive was on a monstrous level; he didn't think he'd say no to anything right now.

"Well, then..." A wolfish grin passed over Holly's face as she said this, smiling at her oh so cute nephew. Dammit, she just couldn't resist him right now. The only thing is... She pulled her hand from behind his head and pushed a finger against his lips. "But pssssst... No one can know of this, alright?"

Without waiting for a reply, she pulled back from him suddenly, releasing him, but only to straighten up somewhat and pull her top over her head, unveiling her black lacey bra and her well-shaped tits. She wouldn't say it, but she was pretty proud of her rack, not hanging and perfectly shaped at a nice C-Cup. Just the right size in her eyes. "You like them?"

Lincoln knew that he should tell anyone about this, and he wouldn't. He watched in wide-eyed awe as his aunt took her top off. He looked at the amazing breasts: "they look so soft! And no, I won't tell anyone!"

"Goooood..." This whispered; she had no idea why she even whispered; Holly gave Lincoln yet another naughty grin and crawled onto the bed with him. With a smirk on her features, she half knelt, half laid down ''under'' Lincoln, with her legs nearly over the edge and her head just at the right place for some naughty oral fun. Once more gripping his magnificent boy-cock, Holly gave it one or two more wanks before putting the tip of her tongue against the base of his shaft and then slowly licking up its lengths. She inhaled his smell and his sweet aroma, enjoying it and feeling herself grow only more moist between her legs. "Hmmmmm... yummy..."

Lincoln watched curiously wondering what the woman would do next. As she approached the bed, her boobs bounced. Then, she licked his cock! He laid back and let out a long, low moan.

With long, sensual movements, Holly began to slowly lick along the boy's cock, up and down... up and down... up and down... circling around the head of his dick. She watched his reaction, a twinkle in her eyes as she did so. One of her hands massaged his swollen balls softly, pressing here and there, fondling them. Then, as on an unheard command, she put her lips around the head of his cock and sucked. Her tongue still darted around slowly, dancing around his glans, while she began to give him his first ever Blowjob.

Yes, that was it. Holly was blowing her own nephew, Lincoln, a boy of 9 years old. And god, he tasted good. The knowledge of what she was doing and the realization how forbidden and taboo it was made her moan against his shaft in desire and naughty excitement. Damn, this was good. If she had known how good this would feel, she would have done this far sooner.

"Oh!" Lincoln exclaimed. His aunt was licking his cock. This was getting intense quickly. He loved the warm wetness of her tongue. Several strong pleasure waves crashed through the boy's young body. Then, his aunt Holly took his penis into her mouth! He pushed it up into her mouth in quick thrusts. Ecstasy overwhelmed the last bits of his conscious mind.

The sudden eagerness was a surprise to Holly, but a pleasant one. After a moment of hesitation and shock, she couldn't help but grin and began to gobble down her nephew's delicious cock. Her lips were compressed around his shaft as she moved her head up and down his young, nice cock in concert with his thrust, sucking and rolling her tongue around his dick. He even hit the back of her throat once or twice, but she didn't really care; she gagged, but other than that, it was fine.

And while she did this, one of her hands found its way down her own body and between her legs, opening her pants.

"Aunt Holly! Something is...! I'm going to pee!?..." Lincoln exclaimed, getting worried, but he could stop. He kept moaning and thrusting.


A seductive woman with well-shaped, C-cup breasts that she takes pride in. She often wears black lacey bras and has a knack for striking sexy poses unconsciously. Her personality is complex; on one hand, she's laid-back, fun-loving, and enjoys playing video games with her nephew Lincoln. On the other hand, she can be strict about certain rules. However, when it comes to her own sexual desires, she shows a lack of restraint and moral boundaries. She derives pleasure from engaging in taboo acts and is quite adventurous sexually. Even though initially hesitant about her inappropriate thoughts towards Lincoln, she quickly gives into them without much resistance.

Lincoln felt a powerful urge to fuck something, now! He knew a bit about sex thanks to the talks he and his parents had had. He knew how to masturbate, and his mother and father allowed him to do so freely. This new feeling was indescribable to the young 9-year-old kid. He almost ripped his clothes off and ran outside. He began frantically looking for someone to satisfy his overpowered primal instinct.

Sadly for Lincoln, neither his mother nor any simple slut was to be found in the direct area around him. Luckily for him, his parents were out to the movies and had left his aunt Holly in charge of their brood. Usually, Holly was quite a relaxed person, laid-back and fun-loving and allowed Lincoln to stay up later than his parents would allow and play video games with him.

But she was rather strict on some other rules, like bedtime being at 10 PM. Thus, when it happened, whatever it was exactly, Lincoln's aunt Holly sat downstairs in front of the TV and zapped through the channels looking for something, anything, entertaining. However, then she found herself assaulted with an extreme horniness and the desire to fuck the next cock available.

Sadly, her last boyfriend had ditched her a while ago, and since then it was just her and her trusty vibrator. And that one, of course, was not with her but at home, her own home. With a sigh and a snarl of frustration, she let herself fall back into the sofa. "Dammit... I need a cock..." Unconsciously, her hands started to travel down her own body and between her legs, pushing and pressing, though still above the clothing. As she noticed, she pulled them back quickly.

A quick glance at the watch told her that her sister and her hubby would be out a few more hours at least, and the drive back home alone took some time. "Okay... what to do?"

A naughty idea popped into her head. An idea so naughty and perverted, that she shoved it aside at the first moment. Then she sat there and thought some more. And after three more seconds of agonizing horniness and no way to deal with it, she got up. "I'm just gonna check if he's asleep, nothing more. Seriously, nothing more." She had no idea if she said that to reassure herself or if she wanted to lie to herself. Whatever the reason, she mumbled this as she made her way upstairs and to the room of her nephew Lincoln.

It took several seconds before Lincoln's rush of horniness slowly faded. Seeing no one outside, the dark brown haired boy went back into the house. He was increasingly tired from the quick up and down of the sex drive. He now wanted to sleep. He made his way up stairs toward his bedroom.

It was Lincoln's luck that his aunt decided to check on his sister first, and her room was on the other side of the corridor. Thus, while he snucked back into his room, his aunt was checking on his little sister's room and found her peacefully asleep, at least it seemed that way. What happened after she closed the door again and let the girl alone was another thing, however, and also a story for another time.

Tiptoeing through the corridor, Holly came to Lincoln's door, and for a moment she hesitated. Her mind was filled with dirty thoughts and perverted images, but she was only checking if he was asleep, right? Reassuring herself of this once more, she steeled herself and carefully opened the door so as not to wake him. What she saw was...

Lincoln was just crawling into bed, completely forgetting and not caring that he was still naked when the door opened. He turned around quickly, and now he was aware of his nakedness. His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. He covered his flaccid little cock with his hands. "A-Aunt Holly...!"

The sight of her naked nephew made Holly lick her lips unconsciously, and immediately some very lewd pictures appeared in her head. Still, she shoved them aside with a strength of will she didn't know she possessed and instead chose to be the reasonable adult. Leaning against the door frame and crossing her legs slightly, she had, however, no idea just what a sort of sexy pose she struck, especially with that smirk on her lips. "Why aren't you in bed, little man?" she asked with an amused tone in her voice.

Lincoln watched with wide eyes as his aunt shifted into a sexual pose. And, it didn't help the boy that his horniness was coming back. The pose and the boy's need for sex made his young cock grow hard. The embarrassment increased a lot, and Lincoln had to shift his hands to block the hard tool from sight.

"Well, young man?" his sexy aunt asked with a somewhat amused voice, clearly finding this whole thing too adorable. So far Holly had not said anything about his state of dress, but it was apparent that, of course, she hadn't simply overlooked it. And she also noticed his state of arousal, which made her actually quite pleased. Apparently, she still had it if her own nephew had this reaction to her; it was flattering to her actually. Still, she had fun teasing him a bit, so she decided to keep doing that for the moment.

"Tell your aunt Holly, why aren't you in bed like a brave little boy and instead are up and around and, most of all... naked?" She smirked as she asked this.

Lincoln looked at his aunt with a reddening blush. "I was asleep, when I felt like h-had to..." his young voice trailed off as his embarrassment rose more. He was feeling the sensation again, and it was stronger. He could finish the sentence, but he was too ashamed and scared. He didn't know how to answer questions about his nakedness either. "I'm sorry...!"

Once more Holly licked unconsciously her lips at the sight of this cute boy. Darn, he was just too enticing for her; she could devour him whole. Stepping into the room, she closed the door behind her and came slowly over to him, her hips swinging from one side to the other. It was like she had automatically switched from normal aunt to sexy cougar aunt. And she wasn't forty yet, and neither did she have kids, so perhaps she was simply a sexy aunt, perhaps.

"Come on, back to bed, young man. I'll tuck you in," she said with a sneaky smile which had found its way onto her lips all on its own. *And perhaps do some more.* This thought came to her unbidden, but she found it quite fitting. And it wasn't like she would do anything really wrong, was it? Just some fondling perhaps, nothing serious. And it wasn't like anyone would ever know, he wouldn't tell, would he?

Lincoln did go back to the center of the bed. The way his aunt was acting really turned him on, even though he thought that he was in trouble. He obeyed and was going to try to go back to sleep. However, his cock and the burning urge were major distractions.

Lincoln's aunt sat down on the side of the bed, next to her nephew, and for a second she only looked at him. Then, with a slow movement, she pushed her hand forward and gripped his hard and surprisingly fat prick.

"Well, I see what your problem is Lincoln. How about I help you out a bit, yes? After all, I can hardly let you go to sleep like this," she said with a sneaky smile and a naughty chuckle. Once more, she unconsciously licked her lips, as if she was gazing upon a piece of prime meat.

When his aunt grabbed his cock, Lincoln opened his legs. Her soft hand made his erect member pulsate and made him put a low moan. He looked at her with lustful but uncertain eyes.

With a somewhat lusty smirk on her features and quite some good tingling between her own legs, Holly began to grip the shaft of her nephew in her hand and then moved her hand up and down... up and down... up and down... And all the time, she watched his expression, looking at how he would react, how he liked it. Her other hand meanwhile went exploring on its own and crawled up his body, slowly, oh so slowly.

Lincoln closed his eyes and leans his head back and moans. His aunt's soft and warm hand is masturbating him! *This is crazy!*

With slow, sensual movements of her hand, Holly worked up and down her nephew's shaft. Fuck, she was wanking him off, and she found it thrilling to no end. Smiling lovingly, she then leaned forward and snaking a hand under his head. She suddenly grabbed his hair softly and pushed his head up. And then she kissed him hungrily, her lips meeting his, her tongue darting across his mouth. And at the same time, she kept on pleasuring his cock with her other hand, slowly getting faster as she did so.

Lincoln's cock was sending his brain so many amazing sensations; it was many times better than when he did it! The boy moaned louder. Then, his lips met hers! He couldn't keep from placing a hand on her cheek and softly rubbing the soft skin with his thumb.

A small, husky moan escaped Holly's throat as she kissed her nephew and then felt his hand on her cheek. Good, he was getting braver, that was good. With a somewhat cheeky smile, she then pulled away somewhat and gazed into his eyes. "Do you like that?" she then asked with a tone that could be a purr or a smoky, seductive whisper. "Shall we keep going?"

"Yes, please!" Lincoln answered with a happy childish grin. His sex drive was on a monstrous level; he didn't think he'd say no to anything right now.

"Well, then..." A wolfish grin passed over Holly's face as she said this, smiling at her oh so cute nephew. Dammit, she just couldn't resist him right now. The only thing is... She pulled her hand from behind his head and pushed a finger against his lips. "But pssssst... No one can know of this, alright?"

Without waiting for a reply, she pulled back from him suddenly, releasing him, but only to straighten up somewhat and pull her top over her head, unveiling her black lacey bra and her well-shaped tits. She wouldn't say it, but she was pretty proud of her rack, not hanging and perfectly shaped at a nice C-Cup. Just the right size in her eyes. "You like them?"

Lincoln knew that he should tell anyone about this, and he wouldn't. He watched in wide-eyed awe as his aunt took her top off. He looked at the amazing breasts: "they look so soft! And no, I won't tell anyone!"

"Goooood..." This whispered; she had no idea why she even whispered; Holly gave Lincoln yet another naughty grin and crawled onto the bed with him. With a smirk on her features, she half knelt, half laid down ''under'' Lincoln, with her legs nearly over the edge and her head just at the right place for some naughty oral fun. Once more gripping his magnificent boy-cock, Holly gave it one or two more wanks before putting the tip of her tongue against the base of his shaft and then slowly licking up its lengths. She inhaled his smell and his sweet aroma, enjoying it and feeling herself grow only more moist between her legs. "Hmmmmm... yummy..."

Lincoln watched curiously wondering what the woman would do next. As she approached the bed, her boobs bounced. Then, she licked his cock! He laid back and let out a long, low moan.

With long, sensual movements, Holly began to slowly lick along the boy's cock, up and down... up and down... up and down... circling around the head of his dick. She watched his reaction, a twinkle in her eyes as she did so. One of her hands massaged his swollen balls softly, pressing here and there, fondling them. Then, as on an unheard command, she put her lips around the head of his cock and sucked. Her tongue still darted around slowly, dancing around his glans, while she began to give him his first ever Blowjob.

Yes, that was it. Holly was blowing her own nephew, Lincoln, a boy of 9 years old. And god, he tasted good. The knowledge of what she was doing and the realization how forbidden and taboo it was made her moan against his shaft in desire and naughty excitement. Damn, this was good. If she had known how good this would feel, she would have done this far sooner.

"Oh!" Lincoln exclaimed. His aunt was licking his cock. This was getting intense quickly. He loved the warm wetness of her tongue. Several strong pleasure waves crashed through the boy's young body. Then, his aunt Holly took his penis into her mouth! He pushed it up into her mouth in quick thrusts. Ecstasy overwhelmed the last bits of his conscious mind.

The sudden eagerness was a surprise to Holly, but a pleasant one. After a moment of hesitation and shock, she couldn't help but grin and began to gobble down her nephew's delicious cock. Her lips were compressed around his shaft as she moved her head up and down his young, nice cock in concert with his thrust, sucking and rolling her tongue around his dick. He even hit the back of her throat once or twice, but she didn't really care; she gagged, but other than that, it was fine.

And while she did this, one of her hands found its way down her own body and between her legs, opening her pants.

"Aunt Holly! Something is...! I'm going to pee!?..." Lincoln exclaimed, getting worried, but he could stop. He kept moaning and thrusting.

As she heard this, Holly's heart skipped a beat, but if it was from shock or happiness, she couldn't say. Perhaps both. Whatever she felt exactly, she only gulped him down with even more vigor, shoving her head up and down her nephew's cock and sucked vigorously. God, she wanted his spunk so bad, she wanted to taste it and suck it down and feel it run down her throat. Grunts and moans of pleasure escaped her mouth past his shaft as the mixture of the forbidden pleasure as well as the joy she felt mixed inside her head. Her hand massaged his balls carefully, as if trying to milk him, and perhaps that was exactly what she was doing.