A young deity with an attractive physique. She has a narrow waist, generous hips, and full round breasts that add to her allure. Her skin bears white markings that emphasize the rest of her body. Despite being inexperienced in certain aspects, she's open to learning and quickly adapts to new situations. Gaia is also quite expressive, often displaying emotions like ecstasy on her face during intense moments. Although initially submissive to Brand's dominance, she shows signs of assertiveness when confronted with unexpected situations such as being swallowed by Brand. However, she can be easily overwhelmed due to her naivety and lack of understanding about Brand's true intentions.

Gaia laughed shortly after the dance had ended. She was feeling aroused, more and more, as the whole thing had happened. As she was leaned back and supported by Brand, she smirked as he playfully asked this question.

"I could show you few moves... and more..." Gaia said, flirting with Brand. They continued dancing more and more. As they did, Gaia felt more aroused and lustful. It was only a matter of time until the dancing would stop and they would just start kissing.

Brand suddenly ended the dancing by pulling the sexy girl to him and bringing his mouth close to her. She could smell his very male scent, unaware that his versatile pheromones had become synchronized with hers at last. He held her close in his arms, his hands holding her hips against him and pressing her generous breasts against his chest. The seams of her top had somehow partly unraveled, becoming loser on her body and coming dangerously close to slipping off entirely.

He couldn't resist those lips anymore. His slowly moved his face closer to hers, giving her one last chance to refuse him. Unlikely at this point, but possible.

Brand's assumption about Gaia was proven true, as Gaia clasped her hands on Brand's face and locked lips with him; resulting in a deep, passionate kiss. She rubbed her body against his as they kissed relentlessly. Gaia was soon pressed against a nearby pillar, as their new activity began.

"Come... on..." Gaia said in between kisses with a lustful tone, "Show me what you can do to pleasure this goddess."

"Gentle or rough?" He didn't wait very long for his answer. Gaia's top came apart and Brand cast it aside with an impatient grunt. One hand went behind her head and gripped her thick hair while he took control. As he kissed her with a combination of wild passion and experienced technique his other hand yanked at her loincloth. The seams came apart just as easily as Brand peeled it off her incredible body.

He pinned the goddess against the pillar while his free hand began to roam over her flesh. This was as much scouting as it was lusty, he was seeking out her most sensitive and responsive on her body. For every woman such places were different, and he gauged here responses carefully as he learned to play her body like a fine instrument.

As Brand was scouting Gaia's body, he found a few areas of note. Kissing her neck was a good area to receive moans of pleasure from her. As his hands and chest squeezed her breasts, it elicited moans as well. Plus, his groin pressing against her womanhood made her more aroused.

Gaia moaned in complete bliss and pleasure as Brand continued doing his work on her body.

Brand started rhythmically pressing himself against her now naked body, his lips traveling up and down her neck while his hands gripping and massaging her breasts. His thumbs quickly found her pebble-like nipples atop her dark areolas and toyed with them mercilessly. He pushed a leg between her inner thighs and was gratified to feel the heat there.

"Lead the way to your bed," Brand growled playfully. "Or your altar. Whichever suits me just fine." Along his back, just out of her angle of sight, his skin shimmered briefly silver. Veins of glowing silver shot up along his spine before he regained control of himself. Despite his words he didn't seem likely to let go of her to let her lead him to either location.

Gaia moaned in utter sensation as Brand ravaged her body like this, particularly with Brand's leg rubbing against her womanhood; which was also raising her up and down. As Brand asked her to lead him to a spot, she did just that. She started guiding him to the stone alter in another chamber. The chamber itself contained statues of deities surrounding the altar. Laying Brand on the flat surface part of the altar, Gaia climbed on top of him.

"This altar releases vapors that intensify all physical pleasure." Gaia said, "At the same time, the humans use this place to increase their chances of becoming pregnant." She laid down on him as she started pulling away his pieces of clothing.

Brand let her lay him back on her temple's altar. He grinned at the scent of the room and at her explanation about the room's uses. Good luck with getting pregnant from him... it wouldn't happen unless he wanted it to. He let her pry the leather braces and defensive plates off his torso but had to help a bit to escape his shirt. It was a little tight to enhance his muscles. He put his hands on her hips as she climbed atop him and kicked his boots off.

Wow... her body is absolutely glorious... I'm keeping her. Brand decided as he let his eyes feast on her narrow waist, her generous hips, and full, round breasts. He pulled her down so he could lock his lips on to hers and start grinding her hips against his. She could feel his excitement through his cloth pants... pants that somehow seemed to dissolve away as if by magic. NOW she felt every inch of his aged body. He was rock hard and ready for her. He just felt that she might need a little more warming up. Once again his hand took a handful of her hair as he pressed her lips to his, his other hand on her hip and making her nethers rock against his manhood.

Gaia only moaned in pleasure as the vapours began to enhance the physical sensations that she was experiencing. As her womanhood rocked against Brand's manhood, only made her want more. After a short while, Gaia put her hands on Brand's shoulders, as she climbed up his body a bit. This was for the next step: sexual intercourse. Spreading her thighs, she directed her womanhood over Brand's hard rock penis. Then, she lowered herself. The next few seconds for her were overwhelming sensations of pain and pleasure, causing her to gasp and scream a bit in erotic pleasure. This was her first time and Brand was about to take away her virginity.

She sat there, with Brand's member insider her tight, moist vagina. She panted a little bit before rocking a bit, getting use to something like that inside her.

Brand groaned as she settled herself down on top of him. "Easy, easy," Brand cautioned her. He knew the signs of inexperience... which struck him as odd given the nature of this place. "Go at your own pace. Start slow and figure out how you like it. Every woman is different."

Good heavens, she was tight. And slick. Like sliding into fine oil. Wonderful. He let himself move in contrast to her movements, thrusting steadily deeper into her as she rocked atop him.

Gaia took note and started off slowly. She rocked her hips back and forth, still taking in the sensation of Brand's manhood inside her. "So... tight..." Gaia moaned out as she continued. Placing her hands on Brand's chest, she pushed him to lay back on the altar, as she started riding him; which, in turn, allowed him to see her body at work.

After a couple of minutes, Gaia started to pick up the pace and went faster.

"That's it," Brand breathed. "Lean back a little... support with your arms... now you have a little more control."

Not to mention that he got a grand view of her big bouncing breasts, her narrow waist, flat stomach, and gyrating hips. The white markings along her sides emphasized their rest of her body, and the ecstatic, unfocused expression on her face made Brand smile with delight. He reached up and grabbed a breast, rolling and massaging it in his hand, trapping the sensitive nipple between finger and thumb. The other hand traced down her belly and between her legs, finding her feminine bud and stroking it aggressively. If she thought she was feeling good before...

Gaia gasped and arched her head back; moaning in delight as Brand was pleasuring her body with his hands. All the while her pace became faster. She maintained this speed as she rocked her hips back and forth and causing Brand's manhood to push and slider in and out of her vagina. "Ah... oooo... ah..." Gaia released several grunts for every thrust she was making with her hip.

"Let me know when you get tired," Brand told her. "Or just want to switch. Meanwhile..." Brand pulled her forward again until he could crane his neck far enough to reach her tasty nipple. He kissed one of them at first, gauging her reaction. In moments he changed to putting his mouth on one and sucking on it, all the while continuing to stroke her clit.

Gaia continued to rock back and forth, still enjoying the sensation of Brand's manhood inside of her. As Brand went up to kiss and suck on her breasts, Gaia wrapped her arms around him; one around his back and the other so that her hand was on the back of his head; pulling him close to her body. Over the next several minutes, Gaia continued to release erotic moans as she prepared for what was coming next.

Brand enjoyed nibbling on her nipples for ca but more before he made his decision. He got a fistful of her hair and used his grip to roll her carefully on to her back. He let himself roll with her, settling down atop her. "My turn," he said with a lusty rasp in his voice.

He began thrusting into her, gently at first but with increasing aggression and pace. He gauges her responses, looking for just the right pace to turn her on even further. He could feel her naked body under him... right where she belonged. Her breasts bounced with every thrust as he drove into her harder.

As Brand did his magic, he discovered how to get the most efficient responses. It was clear that the best responses from Gaia were from slow, yet powerful thrusts, followed by rapid ones. The rapid thrusts would end up making the slower, powerful thrusts much more effective.

Gaia laid there as Brand continued to work his magic. The slower, powerful thrusts, made her womanhood feel tighter, while the rapid thrusts helped with easing her up for the powerful ones. Soon, she was feeling about ready to cum.

Brand gripped her hair again as he looked into her eyes. He was naturally dominant, so it was hard for him to keep himself gentle. "Cum for me," he growled at her, his voice heavy with desire. "Let yourself go. It's easy... you're in my hands now..."

Gaia moaned as she felt Brand getting rough. Just before she was about to have her orgasm, she pressed down her womanhood hard on Brand's manhood. What happened was a moment of pure ecstasy, as Gaia orgasmed. Her screams of pleasure echoed the chamber. Of course, she felt Brand climaxing into her, as she felt his seed entering her body.

When Gaia's body began vibrating underneath him, Brand couldn't hold it back any longer. He came into her with a loud groan. He let go of her to keep his clenched fists from harming her. He let loose his heat into her with great satisfaction as his shoulders shuddered. After a few intense moments he finally rolled off her and let their bodies get a chance to cool off. One of his arms went behind her neck and his hand began idly playing with one of her plump breasts. "Good girl," Brand said. "I think I'll keep you."

Gaia was panting, taking in the terrific moment she had with Brand. She was unaware of Brand's latest comment. She moaned as she felt Brand fondling with her breasts.

After a few minutes of cool down, Brand slipped off the altar as carefully as he could while she rested in the afterglow. As soon as he was out of her line of sight he began to change.

Fleshy muscle became covered with silver scales. His previously heroic build became positively superhuman as he grew several feet. Silver wings unfurled from his back and a long scaled tail grew out behind him from his spine. His powerful legs became digitigraded and his fingernails became talons. His young, handsome face elongated into a fine combination of a lizard and a horse. His long auburn hair lengthened and became metallic copper while long horns grew and swept back from his temples. In mere moments a mighty anthro dragon man stood over Gaia, smirking slightly as he gazed down on his newest plaything.

Gaia was still tired from the sex she had. As such she did not fully catch on as to what was happening. She only saw the silhouette of something big towering over her. "What the..." Gaia said in confusion, unaware of what was going on.

Brand grinned, showing a lot of teeth. The dragon man picked the tired woman off the altar and lifted her high in both hands. "I am granting you the greatest honor of your life," Brand sad to her. "Taking you as my bride. Of course I'll have to get you safely to my home, and there's only one way to do that..."

He opened his mouth wide as he pulled her headfirst towards his face. His hands had her arms firmly pinned to her sides as his mouth salivated heavily. Strands of saliva stretched and snapped as she got a close up look at his red mouth and long tongue.

"MMMph!" was the only sound that came, as her voice was muffled by the dragon's mouth and throat. She tried to move her arms, but could with them pinned, she could not move them. At the same time, she kicked her legs frantically. "Release me!" Gaia demanded.

Brand ignored her demand. Instead he slid her curved, bubble body into his mouth and over his tongue. His tongue particularly enjoyed the feel of her plump breasts sliding over them. In mere moments her arms were no longer pinned by his hands but by the constraints of his mouth. Her kicking legs flailed uselessly as her head was enveloped by the flesh and darkness of the dragons tight throat.

The muscles of his throat began rippling downward as she was pushed downwards. She could hear the dragon's heartbeat as he pushed her steadily downward. Her kicks became more restricted as her hips and thighs slid into his jaws.

It took a few moments, but soon Gaia was completely inside Brand's throat. Outside, one could see a bulge that moving down the throat slowly. "WHY!?" Gaia screamed, asking for a reason as she continued to be pulled further down towards her destination.


Brand is an anthropomorphic dragon, possessing a powerful and muscular physique that transforms into a superhuman form covered in silver scales. His face is an intriguing blend of lizard and horse features, with long copper hair cascading down his back. He has majestic silver wings unfurling from his spine, and a long scaled tail extending from it. Brand exudes dominance and experience, often taking the lead in situations while exhibiting patience and understanding. He's also playful with a lusty rasp in his voice hinting at underlying desires. Despite being dominant, he shows caution not to harm others unintentionally during intense moments. His intentions can be ambiguous as seen when he takes Gaia as his bride without her consent but ensures her safety by swallowing her whole non-lethally for transportation to his realm.

Gaia laughed shortly after the dance had ended. She was feeling aroused, more and more, as the whole thing had happened. As she was leaned back and supported by Brand, she smirked as he playfully asked this question.

"I could show you few moves... and more..." Gaia said, flirting with Brand. They continued dancing more and more. As they did, Gaia felt more aroused and lustful. It was only a matter of time until the dancing would stop and they would just start kissing.

Brand suddenly ended the dancing by pulling the sexy girl to him and bringing his mouth close to her. She could smell his very male scent, unaware that his versatile pheromones had become synchronized with hers at last. He held her close in his arms, his hands holding her hips against him and pressing her generous breasts against his chest. The seams of her top had somehow partly unraveled, becoming loser on her body and coming dangerously close to slipping off entirely.

He couldn't resist those lips anymore. His slowly moved his face closer to hers, giving her one last chance to refuse him. Unlikely at this point, but possible.

Brand's assumption about Gaia was proven true, as Gaia clasped her hands on Brand's face and locked lips with him; resulting in a deep, passionate kiss. She rubbed her body against his as they kissed relentlessly. Gaia was soon pressed against a nearby pillar, as their new activity began.

"Come... on..." Gaia said in between kisses with a lustful tone, "Show me what you can do to pleasure this goddess."

"Gentle or rough?" He didn't wait very long for his answer. Gaia's top came apart and Brand cast it aside with an impatient grunt. One hand went behind her head and gripped her thick hair while he took control. As he kissed her with a combination of wild passion and experienced technique his other hand yanked at her loincloth. The seams came apart just as easily as Brand peeled it off her incredible body.

He pinned the goddess against the pillar while his free hand began to roam over her flesh. This was as much scouting as it was lusty, he was seeking out her most sensitive and responsive on her body. For every woman such places were different, and he gauged here responses carefully as he learned to play her body like a fine instrument.

As Brand was scouting Gaia's body, he found a few areas of note. Kissing her neck was a good area to receive moans of pleasure from her. As his hands and chest squeezed her breasts, it elicited moans as well. Plus, his groin pressing against her womanhood made her more aroused.

Gaia moaned in complete bliss and pleasure as Brand continued doing his work on her body.

Brand started rhythmically pressing himself against her now naked body, his lips traveling up and down her neck while his hands gripping and massaging her breasts. His thumbs quickly found her pebble-like nipples atop her dark areolas and toyed with them mercilessly. He pushed a leg between her inner thighs and was gratified to feel the heat there.

"Lead the way to your bed," Brand growled playfully. "Or your altar. Whichever suits me just fine." Along his back, just out of her angle of sight, his skin shimmered briefly silver. Veins of glowing silver shot up along his spine before he regained control of himself. Despite his words he didn't seem likely to let go of her to let her lead him to either location.

Gaia moaned in utter sensation as Brand ravaged her body like this, particularly with Brand's leg rubbing against her womanhood; which was also raising her up and down. As Brand asked her to lead him to a spot, she did just that. She started guiding him to the stone alter in another chamber. The chamber itself contained statues of deities surrounding the altar. Laying Brand on the flat surface part of the altar, Gaia climbed on top of him.

"This altar releases vapors that intensify all physical pleasure." Gaia said, "At the same time, the humans use this place to increase their chances of becoming pregnant." She laid down on him as she started pulling away his pieces of clothing.

Brand let her lay him back on her temple's altar. He grinned at the scent of the room and at her explanation about the room's uses. Good luck with getting pregnant from him... it wouldn't happen unless he wanted it to. He let her pry the leather braces and defensive plates off his torso but had to help a bit to escape his shirt. It was a little tight to enhance his muscles. He put his hands on her hips as she climbed atop him and kicked his boots off.

Wow... her body is absolutely glorious... I'm keeping her. Brand decided as he let his eyes feast on her narrow waist, her generous hips, and full, round breasts. He pulled her down so he could lock his lips on to hers and start grinding her hips against his. She could feel his excitement through his cloth pants... pants that somehow seemed to dissolve away as if by magic. NOW she felt every inch of his aged body. He was rock hard and ready for her. He just felt that she might need a little more warming up. Once again his hand took a handful of her hair as he pressed her lips to his, his other hand on her hip and making her nethers rock against his manhood.

Gaia only moaned in pleasure as the vapours began to enhance the physical sensations that she was experiencing. As her womanhood rocked against Brand's manhood, only made her want more. After a short while, Gaia put her hands on Brand's shoulders, as she climbed up his body a bit. This was for the next step: sexual intercourse. Spreading her thighs, she directed her womanhood over Brand's hard rock penis. Then, she lowered herself. The next few seconds for her were overwhelming sensations of pain and pleasure, causing her to gasp and scream a bit in erotic pleasure. This was her first time and Brand was about to take away her virginity.

She sat there, with Brand's member insider her tight, moist vagina. She panted a little bit before rocking a bit, getting use to something like that inside her.

Brand groaned as she settled herself down on top of him. "Easy, easy," Brand cautioned her. He knew the signs of inexperience... which struck him as odd given the nature of this place. "Go at your own pace. Start slow and figure out how you like it. Every woman is different."

Good heavens, she was tight. And slick. Like sliding into fine oil. Wonderful. He let himself move in contrast to her movements, thrusting steadily deeper into her as she rocked atop him.

Gaia took note and started off slowly. She rocked her hips back and forth, still taking in the sensation of Brand's manhood inside her. "So... tight..." Gaia moaned out as she continued. Placing her hands on Brand's chest, she pushed him to lay back on the altar, as she started riding him; which, in turn, allowed him to see her body at work.

After a couple of minutes, Gaia started to pick up the pace and went faster.

"That's it," Brand breathed. "Lean back a little... support with your arms... now you have a little more control."

Not to mention that he got a grand view of her big bouncing breasts, her narrow waist, flat stomach, and gyrating hips. The white markings along her sides emphasized their rest of her body, and the ecstatic, unfocused expression on her face made Brand smile with delight. He reached up and grabbed a breast, rolling and massaging it in his hand, trapping the sensitive nipple between finger and thumb. The other hand traced down her belly and between her legs, finding her feminine bud and stroking it aggressively. If she thought she was feeling good before...

Gaia gasped and arched her head back; moaning in delight as Brand was pleasuring her body with his hands. All the while her pace became faster. She maintained this speed as she rocked her hips back and forth and causing Brand's manhood to push and slider in and out of her vagina. "Ah... oooo... ah..." Gaia released several grunts for every thrust she was making with her hip.

"Let me know when you get tired," Brand told her. "Or just want to switch. Meanwhile..." Brand pulled her forward again until he could crane his neck far enough to reach her tasty nipple. He kissed one of them at first, gauging her reaction. In moments he changed to putting his mouth on one and sucking on it, all the while continuing to stroke her clit.

Gaia continued to rock back and forth, still enjoying the sensation of Brand's manhood inside of her. As Brand went up to kiss and suck on her breasts, Gaia wrapped her arms around him; one around his back and the other so that her hand was on the back of his head; pulling him close to her body. Over the next several minutes, Gaia continued to release erotic moans as she prepared for what was coming next.

Brand enjoyed nibbling on her nipples for ca but more before he made his decision. He got a fistful of her hair and used his grip to roll her carefully on to her back. He let himself roll with her, settling down atop her. "My turn," he said with a lusty rasp in his voice.

He began thrusting into her, gently at first but with increasing aggression and pace. He gauges her responses, looking for just the right pace to turn her on even further. He could feel her naked body under him... right where she belonged. Her breasts bounced with every thrust as he drove into her harder.

As Brand did his magic, he discovered how to get the most efficient responses. It was clear that the best responses from Gaia were from slow, yet powerful thrusts, followed by rapid ones. The rapid thrusts would end up making the slower, powerful thrusts much more effective.

Gaia laid there as Brand continued to work his magic. The slower, powerful thrusts, made her womanhood feel tighter, while the rapid thrusts helped with easing her up for the powerful ones. Soon, she was feeling about ready to cum.

Brand gripped her hair again as he looked into her eyes. He was naturally dominant, so it was hard for him to keep himself gentle. "Cum for me," he growled at her, his voice heavy with desire. "Let yourself go. It's easy... you're in my hands now..."

Gaia moaned as she felt Brand getting rough. Just before she was about to have her orgasm, she pressed down her womanhood hard on Brand's manhood. What happened was a moment of pure ecstasy, as Gaia orgasmed. Her screams of pleasure echoed the chamber. Of course, she felt Brand climaxing into her, as she felt his seed entering her body.

When Gaia's body began vibrating underneath him, Brand couldn't hold it back any longer. He came into her with a loud groan. He let go of her to keep his clenched fists from harming her. He let loose his heat into her with great satisfaction as his shoulders shuddered. After a few intense moments he finally rolled off her and let their bodies get a chance to cool off. One of his arms went behind her neck and his hand began idly playing with one of her plump breasts. "Good girl," Brand said. "I think I'll keep you."

Gaia was panting, taking in the terrific moment she had with Brand. She was unaware of Brand's latest comment. She moaned as she felt Brand fondling with her breasts.

After a few minutes of cool down, Brand slipped off the altar as carefully as he could while she rested in the afterglow. As soon as he was out of her line of sight he began to change.

Fleshy muscle became covered with silver scales. His previously heroic build became positively superhuman as he grew several feet. Silver wings unfurled from his back and a long scaled tail grew out behind him from his spine. His powerful legs became digitigraded and his fingernails became talons. His young, handsome face elongated into a fine combination of a lizard and a horse. His long auburn hair lengthened and became metallic copper while long horns grew and swept back from his temples. In mere moments a mighty anthro dragon man stood over Gaia, smirking slightly as he gazed down on his newest plaything.

Gaia was still tired from the sex she had. As such she did not fully catch on as to what was happening. She only saw the silhouette of something big towering over her. "What the..." Gaia said in confusion, unaware of what was going on.

Brand grinned, showing a lot of teeth. The dragon man picked the tired woman off the altar and lifted her high in both hands. "I am granting you the greatest honor of your life," Brand sad to her. "Taking you as my bride. Of course I'll have to get you safely to my home, and there's only one way to do that..."

He opened his mouth wide as he pulled her headfirst towards his face. His hands had her arms firmly pinned to her sides as his mouth salivated heavily. Strands of saliva stretched and snapped as she got a close up look at his red mouth and long tongue.

"MMMph!" was the only sound that came, as her voice was muffled by the dragon's mouth and throat. She tried to move her arms, but could with them pinned, she could not move them. At the same time, she kicked her legs frantically. "Release me!" Gaia demanded.

Brand ignored her demand. Instead he slid her curved, bubble body into his mouth and over his tongue. His tongue particularly enjoyed the feel of her plump breasts sliding over them. In mere moments her arms were no longer pinned by his hands but by the constraints of his mouth. Her kicking legs flailed uselessly as her head was enveloped by the flesh and darkness of the dragons tight throat.

The muscles of his throat began rippling downward as she was pushed downwards. She could hear the dragon's heartbeat as he pushed her steadily downward. Her kicks became more restricted as her hips and thighs slid into his jaws.

It took a few moments, but soon Gaia was completely inside Brand's throat. Outside, one could see a bulge that moving down the throat slowly. "WHY!?" Gaia screamed, asking for a reason as she continued to be pulled further down towards her destination.

Brand swallowed hard. In moments Gaia was pushed down into a small fleshy sac. The woman was forced to curl up in the darkness as she was forced into it. Brand patted his slightly swollen belly. "I was telling the truth," Brand said. "I need a few ladies for a proper harem. Honestly you should be thanking me. It's possibly the highest honor any woman could hope for. You thought you had a good time tonight, wait until I get you home."

There was no acid, no foul smells. Just the dragon's heartbeat and the steady pressure of his breathing. She could move a little bit, with effort, but there was no purchase for her to use to try to climb back out.

Brand sighed as he resumed his human form and reclassify himself. Despite his size change Gaia was not crushed or otherwise discomforted. "If there's one of you there's more," Brand said. "You can tell me where to find them or not, but they'll be mine anyway. Gotta catch them all."


A young, 9-year-old Latina girl, small and delicate due to her age. She was dressed as Harriet Potter for Halloween. Given that she chose to wear hotpants with her costume, she has a sense of style or likes to express herself through her clothing choices. Her personality is innocent and naive, as indicated by her decision to take a shortcut home alone after a party. However, the horrific events of the story reveal that she is tragically vulnerable and defenseless when faced with danger.

With the creature dwarfing little Emily so clearly and its hands being so strong, large, and fleshy, it could easily pick her soiled form up, and she couldn't offer any meaningful resistance beyond a bit of pitiful mewling and whimpering, her arms flailing uselessly. She whimpered and sobbed, her nose actually blowing little cum bubbles as she did so, and could only see out of one eye, the other being plastered shut with the creature's thick ball-butter. "N-No... p-please d-don't..."

Her soft skin was just perfect, all warm and silky smooth, her little bubble butt perfect to rub against a throbbing cock. And then... she let out a hitched moan and then a high pitched yelp as her already abused snatch was once more claimed, this time even harder and more violently, her miniature fuck-tube being stretched brutally by the hard monster cock as she was slammed down onto it, her insides being stretched and rearranged. "Whaaaaaa!"

Considering the sheer difference in size between the two, the Angler barely had to put any effort into lifting her and moving her to his cock, treating her more like a loli fleshlight than a living being, screwing her onto himself with a groan of utter satisfaction. It was only due to him having thoroughly stretched and lubed up her underaged pussy that it was even possible, and his fat cock disappeared into the far too small body in an utterly debauchery sight.

"Tiny humanling pussy... there's nothing better," he grunted, thrusting his hips a little to force more of his much too big cock inside of her, still coated with his cum and her saliva. In the next moment, he began to move her rather than continue thrusting, sliding her back and forth on his cock like a sex toy, treating her pussy like a masturbatory aid to jerk himself with, each time seeing more and more of his fat cock disappearing inside of her with lewd, wet squelching sounds.

Having already been utterly defeated and soiled beyond recognition, the stuffed little Latina girl could only offer a token resistance as she was reduced to a sex-toy for the monster to enjoy. As he pushed her down his massive member, her tiny body squelched and slurped, her lower body bulging, and she let out a pained mewling whine. Her limbs hung down half lifelessly, only twitching now and then and swinging thanks to the motion, while her mouth was half open and still drooling saliva and cum. "Hnnnnaaa... nnnnggg... nnnhhaa... hhhhhaahhhhhaah..."

And despite already being opened up beforehand, her little cunny was just insanely tight, wrapped so snuggly around the invading cock that it was just unreal, a tight hot seal of warbling, quivering girl-flesh around the monstrous cock.

Intense pleasure coursed through the Angler's body, the little girl's tight insides squeezing him like crazy as he used her body as a make-shift sex toy, pumping her loli pussy full of his fat man meat. Each time he pulled her body onto his cock, it made further progress, visibly and obscenely bulging her abdomen from the sheer difference in size, his cock throbbing and swelling with renewed vigor from this newfound source of pleasure. "Hmm... not too... hurrr... bad," he grunted, continuing to pleasure himself with the little girl, her child-like pussy stretched wide around his oversized cock. "Humans give birth... to such nice children... shame not to enjoy them."

Not expecting any reply from her, the Angler picked up the pace a little, pumping his cock using her already well-used pussy, the powerful motions leaving her short arms and legs dangling and swinging rhythmically. Already, his cock was oozing with pre cum, thick and potent, pushed out in thin streams from around the seal his cock was making in her, their mixed juice spilling down onto the otherworldly grass.

With each new inch forced into her abused and stretched body, Emily let out another whining, mewling moan, and every time the monster pushed in again, slurping, wet squelching sounds could be heard emanating from her abused abdomen, which was also lewdly bulging, further and further being reshaped into the monster's perfect cock socket. Her legs dangled below her uselessly, and their mixed juices dripped along her thighs and from her to the floor, making a big puddle of gray cum below her filled up body. The one eye she still had open was half rolled back, her mouth opened and closed without sense, only babbling, mindbroken words escaped her still cum soaked lips. "Bwaaa... gnnaaa... full... hnnaaa... shooo full... hnnnnggg... Mista... Monsterman... hnnnnaaa... Ma kitty... hnnnnggg..."

Wet, lewd sounds disappeared out into the darkness around the two as the Angler continued to use Emily's tiny body as his own personal sex toy, his grunts mixing with her babbling sounds of nonsense, raping her with the casual air of someone masturbating in private. "Humanlings... hmmm... break so easily," he groaned, squeezing his cock through the shape of it in her abdomen, his rough, strong fingers digging into the supple flesh of her child body. "That is why... always need to catch fresh ones..."

Finally, he began to thrust as well, doing so with short, powerful movements whenever he pulled her back onto himself, his heavy balls slapping against her dangling legs every time he thrust forward, falling into a rhythm of fucking her while jerking himself off with her. It didn't take very long until he was balls-deep inside her, his fat cock able to fit in surprisingly small and tight spaces, and Emily's child-sized pussy was the definition of both.

A long drawn out, mewling moan escaped Emily's cum covered lips, and her mouth was open in a scream that never came as her tiny body was forced to take the massive member up to the balls. She stiffened once, shook and spasmed, and then collapsed, dripping cum, slobber, and other juices from her holes. Her abdomen was swollen, her womb filled up, her miniature little slut body reduced to a fuck-tube for the Monster. And then he started to fuck her, her legs and arms swaying with every thrust, and every time he moved her, her head rolling around. "Hnaaaggg... aaaahhh... ackk!... Hnaaaa!... Nnnn..."

Her mewling and panting could barely be heard over the wet slurping of her abused innards, which were squeezed, rearranged, and battered by the brutal fucking. "Hnaaa... hmmm... naaaa... full... hnngg... sooo full... hnnnggg... ma... kitty..."

The monster lost himself to the pleasure of ravaging this innocent little girl, relishing his catch in blissful ecstasy. Again and again he rammed the head of his cock against her cervix, threatening to break through to her underage womb, wet and meaty slams accompanying each thrust as their bodies collided in a monstrous display of lust. This pleasure was the reason he always set his line out whenever he found one of the human children on their own in the dark, especially this time of year, when they were plentiful.

Groaning and grunting, he picked up the pace a little, treating the poor little girl more like a sex doll than a living being, her dangling limbs swaying back and forth in rhythm with his hand's and hip' movements, raping her to her core, all but jerking himself off with her violated body. Then it finally happened, his orgasm unwilling to be denied any longer, and with one mighty, almost gurgling roar, he came, pouring load after load of his potent seed into her useless womb. It overflowed in moments, bloating her belly as easily as his cock did, before then pouring out of her in steady, powerful streams, filling her insides as completely as could be.

With the pace picking up, little Emily was flailing around harder and faster, her gasping and mewling coming higher pitched, the squelching, slurping of her insides louder and even lewder, if that was possible. "Hnaaa... ghaaa... please... haaa... so full... hnnn... I'm gonna burst... haaa..."

Then suddenly something happened, suddenly to her, that is. The monster's cock rippled and rumbled, and then thick, slurping, lewd ropes of fat pungent cum were forced into her tiny little body, directly pumped into her useless little womb. She gargled and shook and spasmed as her undersized body reacted like it should, namely expanding, her womb blowing up like she was pregnant, whimpering and mewling all through the whole thing. And still, fat, sticky drops of potent seed were forced out of her cunny and dripped down to the ground, only adding to the perverted puddle of ball-butter into which her pair of glasses had practically sank. "Hnnnaaa... hnnnaaa... haaa..."

Intense, mind-numbing pleasure had the Angler simply stand there on trembling legs, spurting copious amounts of his unholy seed directly into the womb of a girl who could do nothing with it. It was a truly ludicrous amount of cum as well, and the orgasm lasted for far longer than any human could have, pumping Emily's violated body to full and overflowing, squeezed out of her underage pussy like a fountain to turn the grass underneath her gray and soiled.

When it was finally over, and it took far longer than it had any right to, the Angler gave an exhale of satisfaction, glancing down at the girl-turned-sex toy in his hand, noting with some appreciation her young features and delightful little body stained with his seed. "Good humanling, hmmm," he hummed, rubbing his thumb across her skin, rubbing at the outline of his cock beneath it, "Not too bad of a catch after all." With little fanfare, he slowly pulled her off of him, his fat cock slipping out of her abused insides, his seed spilling out in thick, obscene globs, and then he simply let her drop to the soiled grass, his interest in her having passed.

Then he pulled up his wading trousers, grabbed his fishing rod, and wandered off back into the darkness of the otherworldly space he'd brought her to in the first place, caught on his line like the tasty little morsel she was.

A long, drawn out whine could be heard escaping from Emily's lips as the angler pulled her off his oversized dick, and she gasped as it plopped free out of her abused snatch. A torrent of seed spilled out of her undersized pussy and splattered onto the ground in a lewd squelching sound, and half a moment later, she herself landed inside of it. She was twitching and shaking, but otherwise unable to move, her mouth closing and opening without her realizing it, breathing raggedly, her one open eye half turned back inside of her head. "Whaaa... Mista... Monster Man... Shir... hnnnaaa..."

She didn't react to the monster leaving, she couldn't react, she didn't even realize it, her mind broken under the otherworldly, brutal sexual assault. She just lay there babbling incoherent, mind-fucked nonsense in a puddle of sticky, thick, copious amounts of sperm.


An Angler monster, suggesting a large and intimidating physique with powerful hands. His appearance mirrors that of a deep-sea anglerfish, grotesque and fearsome to human eyes. As for his personality, he exhibits predatory behavior, treating humans more like prey or toys than sentient beings. He derives pleasure from domination and control, showing no regard for the wellbeing of his victims. Furthermore, he displays a casual attitude towards his monstrous actions, indicating a lack of empathy or moral compass.

A long, drawn out whine could be heard escaping from Emily's lips as the angler pulled her off his oversized dick, and she gasped as it plopped free out of her abused snatch. A torrent of seed spilled out of her undersized pussy and splattered onto the ground in a lewd squelching sound, and half a moment later, she herself landed inside of it. She was twitching and shaking, but otherwise unable to move, her mouth closing and opening without her realizing it, breathing raggedly, her one open eye half turned back inside of her head. "Whaaa... Mista... Monster Man... Shir... hnnnaaa..."

She didn't react to the monster leaving, she couldn't react, she didn't even realize it, her mind broken under the otherworldly, brutal sexual assault. She just lay there babbling incoherent, mind-fucked nonsense in a puddle of sticky, thick, copious amounts of sperm.

It was in this state that Emily was found the next morning by the deputies. "Ah, another one," grumbled the man picking her up. Just another Halloween, as far as he was concerned. The cleanup the next morning was always the worst part of the night in this town.


Dane, who refers to himself as 'Daddy', is a strong, assertive man with an imposing physical presence. His ability to physically restrain and control the young boy show he is significantly larger and more powerful. He possesses a calm demeanor, maintaining his composure even in tense situations. This indicates a manipulative personality as he tries to enforce his will on the boy, showing no empathy or remorse for his actions. His self-proclaimed paternal role suggests delusions of grandeur or entitlement, further amplified by his affluent lifestyle indicated by the limousine and beach house.

Dane continued to talk as the car seemed to angle and move downwards. It was so dark outside that it was hard to see. Plus, it had started to rain very hard, and the rain obscured the scenery. However, from the sounds of branches skidding against the windows, it seemed as though they might be driving through a forest.

"I know it's a great deal to think about Shane, but it's all true, son. You've been legally adopted, and Max no longer exists, little one. You're Shane Corey Cooper. That is now the name on your legal birth certificate as well as on my adoption papers, which Daddy will be happy to show you when we get home. And before you ask the famous little boy question, ''Daddy, are we almost there?'', the answer is yes, son. We are almost there. Another fifteen minutes, and you'll get to see your new home."

Dane dipped his head just as Shane was turning to look out the window, and this time he pressed his lips against the boy's and held them there for fully fifteen seconds. When he withdrew, the tip of his tongue licked the boy's lips. "Shane. Your lips are so dry. Daddy needed to moisten them. Are you thirsty? Would you like your bottle now or when we get home?"

Max just became more and more confused by everything the man said. He still didn't believe any of it was true, and all the man's calm demeanor was doing was scaring him even more. "No! Let me go. I want to talk to my grandma and grandpa... NOW!" the boy yelled, shaking even more violently than before, trying to get loose from the man's grasp. "My name is Max. I want to go home! LET GO!" He screamed, until the kiss silenced him, but he didn't close his eyes like before. He stared at the man while he was being kissed, giving him an angry glare. And when Dane moved to lick the boy's lips, Max snapped at him, missing his tongue by less than an inch. It was pretty obvious that Max wasn't going to take this transition easily. He either didn't hear the man mention the bottle or he chose to ignore it. After missing the man's tongue with his teeth, Max just let out an angry huff and turned away from the man to pout.

Dane frowned at the boy's attempt to bite him. The arms around Shane grew tighter, and more than ever before, the boy felt the coiled strength in those arms.

"I believe I told you that Daddy wants his little boy to be obedient. Very obedient. And that it's something I absolutely insist upon. Apparently, you didn't take me seriously, son." With amazing ease and speed that made the world twirl around the boy, Max found himself lying across his 'Father's' broad thighs... face down.

The Man's left arm was wrapped around the boy like a powerfully muscled anaconda, holding the boy close to him in an unbreakable embrace. The Man's right palm now covered Shane's bare bottom; it completely covered his bottom. "Little boys who misbehave are SPANKED!" Dane said.

The palm rose up and then came down with a CLAP that actually made the driver of the limousine look through the rear view mirror. The boy was unprepared for what this first spank would feel like. To Shane, it felt as though a flat branding iron had landed across his little fanny, squashing it and then rising so it inflated once more. What he couldn't see, but definitely felt, was the bright red handprint that rose up splayed across both bare cheeks.

Max gasped as the man tightened his grip on the boy. He almost felt like he was unable to breathe against the pressure of the arm and chest squeezing against his small body. He continued to at least try and squirm, but it was no use. Then suddenly there was a bit of movement. He tried to take the opportunity to get free, but the man was fast enough and strong enough that again his attempt failed. Before Max realized what was happening, he was being held down on the man's lap. He screamed out again, louder than he had before, pleading for some one to come help him, but it seemed like there wasn't a soul around except for the man himself and the driver.

The sound of the smack seemed to ring out through his head and echo off of the rest of the inside of the car for several seconds, before his mind registered the burning pain that was radiating from his bare ass and moving throughout the rest of his body. The pause was only about a second, but it seemed a lot longer, then the boy began to scream again, crying more than he had been in the last few minutes. The man had hit him... and hit him hard. It was obvious that that was enough to shut Max up and scare him even more, but the loud cries did at least last for the next several minutes, possibly the whole remaining 15 minutes of the journey.

After Max had registered the burn of his first Spank, the hand came down again, with another loud... *SMACK*

This time the little boy distinctly felt the Man's hand and each of his fingers as they made contact with the sensitive skin of his little round bottom. "Little boys do not try to bite their Daddy!" Dane was scolded. *SMACK*

"Good little boys are respectful, loving, and obedient!" *SMACK* "Daddy does not tolerate naughty little boys!" *SMACK* "Naughty little boys get SPANKED on their bare bottom!" *SMACK*

By the third smack, Max was screaming incoherently. He had never been spanked this hard before in his life. His grandpa had used a belt on him once, and it was against his bare bottom, but he hadn't hit this hard and definitely not this many times. Max was kicking and flailing as wildly as he could, but it did still no good. Even with one arm, the man was able to keep him still enough to continue delivering the devastating blows. "PLEASE! STOP! NO... NO MORE!" He screamed after the man paused at the end of the sixth smack. By the end of six, he wasn't even kicking anymore. He was just lying there limp, sobbing, and screaming in pain.

Dane stopped spanking the boy. He rested his large palm on the burning little bottom and spoke softly.

"Sssh, Ssh. It's okay, little one. Daddy loves you. Even when I have to punish you, I still love you. You're my son, and you have to learn to mind me. When Daddy tells you to do something, he expects you to do it right away. If you don't, Daddy will have to punish you. Sometimes, I will give you a good spanking, and sometimes I will punish you in other ways. Now, you just lay quietly in Daddy's lap till we get home. I'm going to put some cool cream on your little bottom that will make it feel better."

In another moment, Max felt something cold and soothing being spread over his sore cheeks. The man's hand was gentle and loving and seemed to be caressing the little boy's bottom with genuine paternal care.

Max still cried pretty loudly, not even really paying attention to what the man said. He did quiet down some when he felt the cooling cream. It did feel pretty good on his burning skin, but he still didn't want the man to think he liked it. He whined quietly as it was being applied and just kept silent, staring down at the floor. He wanted so badly for the car to stop and to just stop running, but judging from the dense forest outside, he wouldn't have anywhere to run to.

Now the car went steeply down, and a series of bright lights flashed from the windows. Dane continued to hold his'son' over his lap. "Michael is driving down into our parking facility," Dane said calmly, continuing to rub the cream into the boy's fanny. "We are very lucky, Shane. We don't have to worry about money as you'll see. Oh and Michael is my driver. You'll meet him as soon as he parks."

Dane spread the boy's cheeks wide and began to rub the ointment into his deep cleft. The ball of Dane's thumb rubbed the cream in circles over Max's little anus. The car stopped and Dane stopped rubbing. "We're here. I did want to rub the ointment inside of your little pussy, but perhaps later."

Max felt Dane shift, and then, scarcely before he had time to register it, the Man had put ankle cuffs on the boy that fastened one ankle to the other, the same as with his wrists. "I hope I can remove these soon, son," Dane said. "But I think we'll need them for now." The back door opened, and from his position in his father's lap, Max looked up at Michael the driver.

He was huge and smoking a cigar. "Shall I carry him for you, Mr. Cooper?" Michael said. His voice was grave. "If you'll just take him for a minute, Michael. I want to take a cigar myself and then I'll carry my son." Michael lifted Max off of Dane's lap as if he were a baby and cradled the helpless little boy in his arms. It was then that Max finally got to see the Man who claimed to have adopted him and was now his Father.

Max just continued to whine softly as the ointment was rubbed on his sore ass. When the man began to focus extra attention around the actual opening on his backside, Max turned and looked at him with a shocked expression, but said nothing worried that if he did the man might hit him again. He made a face that obviously told the man he didn't enjoy it, but that was all he felt brave enough to do at this point.

Max gasped again when he felt the ankle cuffs going on. "What are you doing?! Take those off!" He yelled as the other man picked him up. "Put me down! I can walk myself! I wanna go HOME!" he begged the men, then began to cry once again, knowing that neither man was going to let him go. He felt so helpless and trapped with only one of them. Now he felt completely hopeless...

Dane got out of the limousine and reached out to receive the naked little boy from his driver. "Thank you, Michael. I'll take Shane now." Shane found himself held by the Man's bare chest.

"No need to cry now, baby boy. You're home with Daddy. Once we're inside, Daddy will take off your ankle restraints... if you can promise to be a good boy, that is." Shane was carried into a class elevator that carried him, his 'Father', and Michael up out of the metallic chamber that the limousine had been parked in. The boy hadn't had much time to see the parking area well, but it seemed cavernous and very modern looking.

Through the glass walls of the elevator, Shane could see the moon shining on a beach below them. There were high rocks and waves rolling against them. Then the elevator rose up into a fabulous modern beach house.


Max, also referred to as Shane Corey Cooper, is an 8 years old boy with a strong sense of self. His defiance and resilience indicate a spirited personality, despite being in an extremely frightening situation. He is persistent and brave, continually resisting his captor's attempts to change his identity and control him. He is small and physically less powerful than his adult captor but compensates this with a fiery spirit.

Dane got out of the limousine and reached out to receive the naked little boy from his driver. "Thank you, Michael. I'll take Shane now." Shane found himself held by the Man's bare chest.

"No need to cry now, baby boy. You're home with Daddy. Once we're inside, Daddy will take off your ankle restraints... if you can promise to be a good boy, that is." Shane was carried into a class elevator that carried him, his 'Father', and Michael up out of the metallic chamber that the limousine had been parked in. The boy hadn't had much time to see the parking area well, but it seemed cavernous and very modern looking.

Through the glass walls of the elevator, Shane could see the moon shining on a beach below them. There were high rocks and waves rolling against them. Then the elevator rose up into a fabulous modern beach house.

Max tried to kick the man once more as he was handed from Michael to Dane, but with his ankles cuffed together, it didn't even look like a kick. It almost looked like he was just playfully swinging his legs. "NO! This isn't my home! Let me go! PUT ME DOWN!" He continued to whine. He didn't care too much about his surroundings right now. It was too dark to get a good look at it anyway. He squirmed against the man and tried to get down the whole time they were riding in the elevator.


A powerful and 18 years old Pharaoh and authoritative ruler. He is imposing figure with a strong presence, which helps him maintain control over his people. His personality is cruel and demanding, as he uses fear to rule and forces everyone to work hard. Menes also appears to be self-indulgent and capricious, taking advantage of his power by choosing servants based on their physical appearance without considering their feelings or well-being.

It was a nice and peaceful day in Cairo as usual everyone from the villages was working hard, after all the Pharaoh was not a nice guy and he forced everyone to work if they wanted to keep their land. Menes was able to rule his people with an iron fist through fear and that seemed to be working well and helping in the rise of the economy as well as everyone was working hard. Also Menes was known to abuse his powers and do whatever he wanted to do and today he was present in a small village as he decided to choose one of the maidens living there to serve him in the palace.

Menes looked carefully with a disappointed face at all the girls that were present in front of him. They were all well prepared and dressed to please him but non of them was to his liking.

"Well my dear minister I hope you find me a perfect girl today because if you did not you will most likely be losing your head" Menes said in a low voice to his minister who seemed to be getting tensed and scared.

Kissa had started her work day earlier then usual so she could finish and go fishing for the family meal that night. She wanted it to be special, today was the anniversary of her sister Ai's birth and they could not gather enough coin to give her gifts. Thankfully Kissa had managed to gather a small basket of medium sized fish and a basket of berries. Tonight they would have a wonderful feast. Looking up at the sky she searched out Ra seeing where he was and calculating how long she would have to cook the fish and make the rest of the night wonderful.

Smiling she wiped a bit of sweat off her face which was covered in traces of dirt. Even with the dirt on her face she was still a shining beauty. Her long black hair was pulled to one side and braided a few tendrils of curls floated by her face. her voluptuous figure was covered in a ragged tanned dress and her grubby feet were bare. Just an average peasant.

Walking into the village Kissa was stunned to see no one at work, everyone was standing in the middle of town talking excitedly and she couldn't see any other female. A surge of fear went threw her body as she quickly ran to their hut and went to search out her family. Not paying attention to anything other then finding her family she walked past the pharaoh without noticing him. Chewing on her lip she found her sister and scooped her up making the young girl burst into giggles. Finally she turned and spotted the other girls in the town noticing each was cleaned and dressed in their best dresses some even wearing the scarce jewelry. What was going on?

It was then when the Pharaoh saw a girl to his liking. She was a peasant but she was beautiful and she completely did turn the Pharaoh on. She was just the type of girl that he was looking for and well it seemed that the minister was going to survive it this time. It was a close one but of course the minister was most likely going to thank the gods every day for allowing him to survive this time.

"Hey you there!!!! What is your name woman introduce yourself" He addressed her as he waited for her to step on and present herself to him. After all, lower peasants and all commoners were always expected to show respect to the Pharaoh whenever he addressed them or else they were most likely going to get killed.

Kissa bent down and set her little sister down putting a hand on her head as her mother spoke, "The pharaoh is here to select a new slave." She said looking at all the women dazzled up then at her daughter. She prayed the pharaoh wouldn't see her, he would be offended if he saw her as grubby as she was. Sighing she grabbed her daughter and rubbed the dirt from her face and un-braided her hair sending it in waves down her back, "Mother, stop please." She said urgently then laughed. making her eyes light up.

The voice behind them made Kissa jump and turn. Looking up at the tall man she bowed low, "your highness." She muttered in upmost respect. Standing again she bent down to pick up AI once again and held her tight, what did he want with her?

The Pharaoh looked at the young lady closely as he checked her up closely and enjoyed every bit of her beautiful figure. It was then when he decided to make his decision quick and firm.

"Well woman from now and on you will serve in my palace as my new servant, You will be able to see your family once every week and you will stay and live in my palace from now on" He said as he nodded to his guards who quickly went to escort her. He then turned around and headed back to the palace with the rest of the guards. He was not sure if she found great honor in serving him or not but it was actually not like she had a chance in it anyway. He was the Pharaoh after all and he was an evil one.

Kissa gasped and turned looking frantic, he was taking her? Away form her family? She bent down and scooped up her sister holding her close for a moment and kissing her head. Once a week to spend time with her family? How cruel. She didn't want this, obviously the other girls did. Why couldn't he choose one of them? Hugging both her parents she turned and looked at the guards who were now taking her arms and pulling her away.

Looking about she saw the other girls, some her friends looking at her with disappointment. Why had he chosen her of them?

It wasn't so long before the Pharaoh made it back to his palace and made his way to the dining room which was full of decorations from different places. After all, the Pharaoh was used to receiving gifts from a lot of messengers from different places over the world. Of course the table was full of all kind of food that would not be found anywhere else across Egypt.

"prepare the new girl to attend dinner with me, make sure that she is cleaned and dressed well before you bring her here" He said to one of his female servants as he waited for them to get the girl ready for him.


A beautiful young woman with long black hair, which she usually keeps in braids. Despite her peasant status and often being covered in dirt and grime from work, her beauty still shines through. She is caring and devoted to her family, as she works hard to provide for them and plans a special meal for her sister's birthday. Her personality is gentle and kind-hearted; however, she also displays resilience when faced with the harsh treatment at the palace.

It wasn't so long before the Pharaoh made it back to his palace and made his way to the dining room which was full of decorations from different places. After all, the Pharaoh was used to receiving gifts from a lot of messengers from different places over the world. Of course the table was full of all kind of food that would not be found anywhere else across Egypt.

"prepare the new girl to attend dinner with me, make sure that she is cleaned and dressed well before you bring her here" He said to one of his female servants as he waited for them to get the girl ready for him.

Kissa ran her fingers nervously threw her long black hair as the women walked up to her and grabbed her practically dragging her away from the room and into another, "Strip her!" One of the women said, she was heavy set and obviously in charge because once the order was made the other two swarmed her ripping off her clothing. Kissa let out a startled scream as she struggled to keep her dress which was quickly thrown in the fire before she was picked up and dropped in a tub filled with warm water.

Sputtering Kissa brushed the water from her eyes and glared at the women. The one in charge pointed to the skinnier women, "Find her clothing." She said before grabbing a cake of soap and starting to painfully scrub Kissa's tresses with it digging into her scalp and pulling her hair until it was knotted and covered in soap. A bucket of water was then dumped over her head until the soap was clean. The rest of her body was washed with the same uncaring harsh treatment until she was yanked from the tub and wrapped in a towel.

The women continued to prep her by brushing her long hair and putting it in braids at each end was a small teal bead to keep the hair in place. Her face was moisturized and she was forced to wear make up before they put her in a beautiful brown and teal dress. Finally done the women nodded, "His master shall be pleased." She said and dragged Kissa to the dining room.


A beautiful woman with long, flowing blonde hair and a crown that sits perfectly on her head. She wears an elegant pink gown, white thigh-high stockings, tall pink heels, and white panties. Her breasts are of moderate size but can change if she consumes mushrooms. Personality-wise, she is somewhat naive and ditzy but is determined to do whatever it takes to save her kingdom, even if it means engaging in sexual acts as part of her training.

When Peach was ready, she left her room as she pulled on her gloves, surprised that Mario was nowhere in sight. When she reached the throne room, her chancellor was in a state of panic. Just what was going on? And where was Mario?

Toadsworth had no clue what to do, the kingdom was in peril! He tottered about, his fat mushroom cock flopping about underneath his green coat. The throne room was covered in photos of Peach sucking different cocks, and all the Toads were jerking off vigorously. Toadsworth tried to stop them, but there was no use in that. As well, in all regions of the Mushroom Kingdom, Goombas and Koopas were roaming freely, pillaging and looting as they pleased.

Toadsworth heard the distinctive *click click click* of Peach's heels, and turned to see her confused face. He quickly led her down into his quarters. "Princess it's terrible! Morton Koopa, Bowser's lieutenant, has deployed an endless army of Goombas and Koopas. If we don't act, we're all doomed! But Master Mario has taken the Toad army to conquer distant lands, we are nearly defenseless. You must save our people!"

Noting the forever ditzy look on her face, "Do you need a reminder on what to do Princess Peach? Just as well, you missed our morning training session." With that, Toadsworth immediately pulled the princess onto the ground, his cock already erect. "Princess, you must use your body in order to save our kingdom! Show me what you can do!"

The images brought a bright blush to Peach face. She'd never done anything like what was depicted in those! Who would do such a thing?! The Princess followed her chancellor, hoping he would have more answers. It turned out that Mario had led their troops off elsewhere! So that was what he'd been going on about last night. Well no wonder he'd wanted her so badly.

She was brought back to reality as Toadsworth told her to use her body and grabbed her, bringing her down to the floor. She blushed again and took the chancellor's cock out of his pants, bringing it to her lips as she stroked it once or twice and ten took it into her mouth, sucking gently. Her tongue swirled around it and massaged him as she sucked, looking up at him. Their morning sessions had been training for more dire situations when she would need more than just some jumping skills to take care of the enemies around the castle.

Now was the perfect time to see how well she was doing.

Toadsworth immediately sighed with sweet relief, he had been needing his morning fix for hours. He allowed Peach to work his tip with slow ladylike precision, but before long, he wanted more. The army of Morton would be merciless, so he had to train her well. "Good job, Princess. Let's get it started!"

He grabbed her blonde locks and began to ram his thick length into her throat, holding it deep inside for a moment before letting her breathe. He didn't often gag her this way, so she needed the practice. He looked down at her, on all fours to accomodate his height. If any Goomba didn't blow his load looking at this, the distinctive way the princess popped her legs as she walked, her ditzy blonde face, covered in cum, then he didn't know what hope the Mushroom Kingdom had. "Come now Princess, show me what you can reaalllly do!"

Peach gasped and let out muffled sounds of disapproval as the little toad gagged her on his cock. But at least it was getting easier to deal with. Still, she couldn't imagine what it would be like if someone were to walk in on them like this. How embarrassing! Not only that she was the princess and being used this way--but that someone so small would be using her. Still, she knew she had to do her best. It was for the kingdom! So she relaxed her throat and sucked on him as she began to bob her head up and down his cock, working him over as best she could from her position on the floor.

Toadsworth was in heaven as he looked into the Princess' eyes as she bounced up and down his cock like the slut she truly was. His hands in her hair, he fucked her face as rough as he could, pounding in and out while moaning. "Be sure to stimulate yourself while you suck me Princess, it is crucial to the success of your offensive!"

Just as Toadsworth yelled out "Yes caress my cock with your throat, swallow against it my Princess," the chamber door slammed open! All of the horny toads had come down from upstairs, the commotion audible to everyone. "We've come to help your training Princess!" All of their fat cocks were very hard, having milked themselves to the princess' dirty photographs.

They immediately formed a circle around her face, each of them stroking his own cock. This was a drill rarely performed, but now that it had begun, the princess would have to suck off, and drink each Toad's cum. She was surrounded by hard cocks, eager to feed her all their cum.

Muffled cries of protest left the princess as he got very rough with her. It was too much! Still, she did her best to give him what he so clearly wanted--an orgasm. So she kept her mouth sliding up and down his cock with his guidance, not at all pleased with the pace he was taking. She reached beneath her dress to do as he said, her skirts slipping aside as she began to play with herself. When the door slammed open she nearly had a heart attack!

Since her throat was currently stuffed with Toadsworth's dick, she couldn't really look around, so she was even more on edge until the little toads announced their presence and took their place around her. She looked around, still sucking off the chancellor as they watched her, forming a circle around her. Blushing, the princess slipped her fingers beneath her panties and tried her best to get off as she sucked the chancellor. There were so many cocks... she was going to have to suck them all?

Why today of all days? She already had to deal with the Goomba problem! Determined to finish soon, she sucked Toadsworth harder, letting him be rough with her as she played with her clit.

Toadsworth continued fucking the Princess' face in front of all the other Toads, their hungry faces eyeing the Princess's stuffed, compliant one. Toadsworth was considerably older than the others, so he took a long time to orgasm, "Are you ready for all this Toad spunk, Princess?!" He blasted ribbons of thick white paste all over her face, and promptly passed out on the ground. The ripe mushroom on his head sprung off, a new one grew underneath, and slid its way towards Peach, her mandatory reward for a job well done.

The other Toads immediately began to queue up for the Princess. Luckily for her, they were all very young and inexperienced, and half of them would cum within 30 seconds of the Princess sucking them off, the other half within 2 minutes. Their main utility was in blasting the Princess with cum, drenching her clothes and her face with their sticky hot seed. The smell would attract all the Goombas to her like flies to honey.

As all of this went on, there was an earshattering SLAM, and whatever it was bounced off the castle doors. Clearly, the Goombas had arrived via cannon fire. They'd be swarming all over the nearby areas now.

The princess coughed a little as Toadsworth pulled out so quickly, leaving her face covered in his cum. Panting softly she composed herself while the toads lined up for her. She could hear a cannon and the shaking of the castle doors. She would really need to hurry if she didn't want to be overcome with enemies. Knowing that she had to suck all of them off, she fixed a determined look on her face and took the first of them stroking once or twice before taking his cock into her mouth. She sucked and sucked, bobbing her head up and down his cock until he was finished.

Peach moved through the line like this, making sure they all got what they needed. When it was all over she was practically drenched from head to toe in the toad's cum. Feeling sticky and a little gross, she panted as she finished, standing up. She'd managed to cum once or twice during the whole ordeal, so her panties were pretty well soaked, too. Just how was she supposed to fight like this? She left them all there, heading back up to the castle doors, knowing she didn't have time to change.

"Alright. Here we go!"


A short and stout character, likely resembling a Toad from the Mushroom Kingdom. He wears a green coat under which his fat mushroom-shaped genitals are visible. As the chancellor, he takes on a leadership role and is focused on training Princess Peach in unconventional ways to protect their kingdom. He is authoritative and direct in guiding her through various sexual acts as part of her "training."

Toadsworth continued fucking the Princess' face in front of all the other Toads, their hungry faces eyeing the Princess's stuffed, compliant one. Toadsworth was considerably older than the others, so he took a long time to orgasm, "Are you ready for all this Toad spunk, Princess?!" He blasted ribbons of thick white paste all over her face, and promptly passed out on the ground. The ripe mushroom on his head sprung off, a new one grew underneath, and slid its way towards Peach, her mandatory reward for a job well done.

The other Toads immediately began to queue up for the Princess. Luckily for her, they were all very young and inexperienced, and half of them would cum within 30 seconds of the Princess sucking them off, the other half within 2 minutes. Their main utility was in blasting the Princess with cum, drenching her clothes and her face with their sticky hot seed. The smell would attract all the Goombas to her like flies to honey.

As all of this went on, there was an earshattering SLAM, and whatever it was bounced off the castle doors. Clearly, the Goombas had arrived via cannon fire. They'd be swarming all over the nearby areas now.


A prince of authority and control, with a commanding presence that reflects his leadership role. Despite his position as an adversary, he shows an unexpected softness towards Selene, carrying her while she sleeps and admiring her strength in her mother's dress. His ability to command respect from his men suggests charisma and toughness. Yet, he also exhibits humility by acknowledging the necessity of relying on Selene's knowledge and expertise in their shared mission.

Seiryu woke up the next morning to see the princess sleeping in the chair. He looked at her and let out a soft sigh, there was part of him, which wished he could of grown up more like her. He kind of envied her in a lot of ways, though he would never tell her this openly, if he could help it. He picked her up off the chair, she was not to heavy, and he did it quietly hoping not to wake her. Knowing if he did, he would have hell to pay for it. He carried her over to the bed and tucked her in before walking out of the room. He walked towards his men, and gathered them together, to have a meeting with them.

It was a important meeting, he stood there amidst the groups of men, and went over the rules they would have to follow, and the punishments for harming any of the locals, which were harsh, in order to make sure they knew they were not allowed to harm the local people in anyway at all. He also had a the medics prepare themselves to be split up among the homes of the people as well as the more trustworthy of his men. He went over what he knew of this new culture and the need to work with them. He encouraged his men to work with the natives of the area, and help in any way they could, that for this winter, they would need them for help. He got various reactions for his men, but his cold looks and loud counters put them quickly into there places as he looked at them. He knew how to control his own men, he had led them for so long, he knew what to say to get results.

He walked out of the meeting to gather up some supplies to take with himself and the princess when she was ready to the first meeting. He was learning what it was like to live her, but he knew he had a long way to go to earn any respect of these people. They valued different things, and saw things differently. He would have a lot of learning to do this winter and he knew that fact extremely well.

Selene had awoken not to long after Seiryu took his leave. Her eyes opening to find herself hugging and snuggling up to one of the big plush pillow that lay upon the bed. Not the small pillow she had fallen asleep upon. She a gasp, she sprung up and looked around. Turning over she half anticipated finding him in the bed beside her. Thankfully though he was absent, so he missed her shocked reaction to finding herself waking in a new place. How had she gotten her though was unclear. She could not recall if she has somehow moved here in her sleep or if he had moved her to the bed. Either way, how long had it been? She felt terrible if it had been sleepwalking that brought her to the bed and he has awoken to find her in it with him. She tried to stay confident in herself that she had never sleepwalked to her own knowledge before and moved on, rising from the bed to get herself changed as quickly as possible. No telling when he would return and she did not want him to catch her amid changing her clothing.

Rushing to the closet, she opened it to find not her own clothing but clothing that had been left long unworn since her mother's death. Since this room had stopped being lived in. She would have to remember to bring over her other clothing but for today, one of her mother's dresses would do. Perhaps wearing it would help her to get through such trying times. Let her mother's strength rub off the fabric and onto her own skin. Let is sink in and give her the power to press onward on her own. Facing her enemies. Trying to live with them.

Seiryu walked to find Selene, wanting to get the day started and well get it moving. He walked towards the room he had slept in when he saw her in the dress and paused for a moment and just stood there. She looked so radiant there standing, like a true queen, one could see the strength of will coming from her, just by looking at her. She had command that was for sure, he paused as he thought for a second, no one had ever made him feel as conflicted about himself as she did. He looked at his enemy, and sighed softly. They were enemies, something that had been written by destiny long before they had meet. There ways were to different to ever bridge the gap that was between them. He somewhat wish he could do so though, looking at her, he paused for a moment, thinking about what it would be like if that hate wasn't there.

"Are you ready, I will be depending on you a lot today," he commented calmly as he looked at her, his tone, not showing the conflict that was very much inside of the young prince at the moment, as he had a rather neutral look on his face.

Selene turned at the sound of his voice, not getting and sense of the thoughts going on in his head. Not realizing what he thought of her in this dress. She didn't feel any different then she usually did and honestly didn't look much different either then how she was use to appearing. Nodding, she moved to sit on the sofa a moment, picking up a pair of what looked like heavy boots. Perfect for walking through the snow as they would be doing a lot of today. She glanced at his own foot wear, "You should really put on higher boots. You don't want snow getting in where it will end up giving you a chill or even worse, getting you sick."

Seiryu blinked as he looked at his feet after the comments of the princess and shook his head, "Well nice save, I guess I owe you one there," he said as he walked towards the closet and took out some boots before putting them on, sitting on the bed as he did so. "OK, I was wondering, if I gave you a list of people, could you help me go over those who are in jail whom would be a danger to society, and those who wouldn't. There are a lot of people after the take over, I think they might be able to help families, and people get though the winter. I don't want to release people whom were there before we got here, or will cause problems," he commented out loud as he tired his boots. "You do look lovely in that dress, it fits you perfectly," he commented tossing it in at the end, so it might just go unnoticed by the princess as he then stood up. "OK, ready to go, " he said with a nod of his head looking over at her.

Selene listened to him as she went about pulling on a pair of long gloves that came all the way to her elbow and protected her skin in her sleeves from the cold. "I can help with that, yes," she told him thought she knew the result they would find. That mostly all the people imprisoned were there because of him and the war. There were few real criminals among them in the mountains. They were a peaceful people and he would soon come to realize that. At least she hoped he would. As he continued though to talk about her dress, she paused a moment. It did not go unnoticed in fact it only seemed to unnerve her. "Thank you," she said in reply, but as she said it, she quickly picked up a heavy cloak and wrapped it around herself, buttoning it to cover the dress, as if she were putting up some kind of barrier between them with that cloak. "Let us be off then..." she added as she brushed past him and towards the door.

Seiryu nodded his head as he took his own coat and slipped it on, heading out into the outdoors for the first time since the attacks. he had to admit the weather had changed a lot. It was rather cold, something he was not really ready for at all. He took the cold though, wanting to prove that he was tough. He walked out in the snow, weather, which was just strange to him in a number of ways. He looked over at the princess for a second as he then walked over and gathered up a box of supplies to take to the first house, "Well now then, lead on, this is your home, you know it far better then I do," he said looking at her. He was glad to have something to do, being stuck inside was more then a bit of a challenge to him, something he wasn't used to at all.


A princess of considerable strength and will, embodying the qualities of a true queen. Her appearance, especially when she dons her late mother's dress, radiates an aura of command and resilience. Despite being in an adversarial situation with Seiryu, she remains composed and pragmatic, showing her ability to adapt to challenging circumstances. She is also mindful of others as seen in her concern for Seiryu's wellbeing and the villagers' fear.

Seiryu nodded his head as he took his own coat and slipped it on, heading out into the outdoors for the first time since the attacks. he had to admit the weather had changed a lot. It was rather cold, something he was not really ready for at all. He took the cold though, wanting to prove that he was tough. He walked out in the snow, weather, which was just strange to him in a number of ways. He looked over at the princess for a second as he then walked over and gathered up a box of supplies to take to the first house, "Well now then, lead on, this is your home, you know it far better then I do," he said looking at her. He was glad to have something to do, being stuck inside was more then a bit of a challenge to him, something he wasn't used to at all.

Selene, on the other hand looked completely natural in the cold around her. It did not even seem to touch her as she walked along. She pulled out a list she had made up the night before on the houses they would need to hit first and foremost. Once she knew where they were going to, she put the list safety back into her cloak, "This way," she told him before heading out the doors of the castle and into the real winter. The little bit of snow and cold inside the castle walls was nothing as being fully exposed to it in the village. There was nothing to stop the wind from hitting them harshly as they walked along. The snow was high around their feet as they moved forward. And still she did not seem hindered by it at all.

When at last they reached their first destination, she paused a moment, turning to him, "These people are afraid of you. You should not be insulted if they did not give you a warm reception..." she told him.


A confident and assertive man, possessing a playful sense of humor. He's comfortable with his sexuality and doesn't shy away from expressing his desires. His physique is in good shape, athletic and muscular. His strong personality hints at leadership qualities, which is further supported by the fact that he holds a position of command as CO. Despite this authority, he shows an empathetic side when learning about Kat's fertility issues, indicating depth and sensitivity beneath his assertive exterior.

John turned back, and noticed that Kat's underwear was not part of the pile of clothes on the nearby table. He chuckled, and said, "What sort of massage is given to someone who still has their underwear on? Plus, this oil stains." He turned his back to her again, and he wasn't gonna start the massage until she was completely nude. Obviously he didn't say so, but he was certainly thinking it.

Kat quirked a brow, she thought about arguing but instead she just stood up, sliding her underwear and bra off, adding them to her pile of clothes. Settling back on the table she covered herself, "Alright, now I'm ready," she said with some amusement.

"Excellent!", John said, and turned back around, pulling the bottle from his belt. Even with the towels, he thought Kat was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He had considered warning Kat about the aphrodisiac effects of the oil, but after the amount of resistance she had put up, he decided to let her figure it out for herself. Plus, even the most potent of aphrodisiacs only enhanced attraction that already existed, so it wasn't like he was taking away her consent.

He stepped up to the table, opened the bottle, and dribbled some of the oil onto Kat's stomach, making sure to rub it in lightly.

Kat laid there, feeling a touch awkward, seeing as she really never just laid there, doing nothing. Her muscles in her stomach flexed as the oil hit it. Her stomach and ribs already had dark purple bruising coming in. Sighing softly as he began to rub, at first it hurt a little as he touched the bruising. But it didn't take long for it to start feeling good. Slowly she started to relax, stretching under his hands as she got more comfortable. "God that feels good," she murmured.

"Hmm," John said in agreement. The oil's effects were starting to get to him, as his boxers began to tent rather obviously. He soon was in danger of his eight-inch cock poking through the gap in the front of his underwear, so he had to dip below the table and Kat's sight line as he continued to rub in the oil, moving from her stomach to her shoulders, next.

Kat shifted her weight a bit as she felt her arousal growing, what the fuck? She wondered. Sure she'd thought the Major was handsome and if he hadn't been her CO, maybe she'd have made a move. But her hormones had never been in overdrive before. Despite her relaxation, she felt her heart rate increasing, her breathing deepening as she tried to control the sensations racing through her.

John noticed her weight shifting, her breathing deepening. Smiling, he leaned in and whispered, "There's something else that this plant does. Have you figured it out yet?" He chuckled in a mock-sinister way, and merely kissed Kat's cheek, staying in that position as he waited to see what she would do.

Kat smirked, popping an eye open to glance at him. "Yeah I think I'm figuring it out," She murmured her voice a little rougher, her western drawl a touch more prominent now that she was aroused. Her pale gray eyes were a storm cloud color now, and her skin rippled at the light kiss. Her rational brain said this was inappropriate, he was her CO, and they were strangers. But she wasn't listening to the rational part of her brain right now.

As if sensing the rational part of Kat's brain and what it was thinking, John said, "Remember, I was Jill's CO too." And with that, he kissed her full on the lips, holding it for a second or two before raising his head up a few inches. He was at the "head" of the table, so the kiss was made while he was upside-down, from her perspective.

Kat nodded, he was right. When he kissed her, she didn't hesitate, she returned the upside down kiss eagerly. She'd never crossed the line with her CO, she had with another soldier, but this would be different. When the kiss broke, she breathed deeply, looking up at him for a moment. Then she leaned up, kissing him again, deeper this time, she nipped playfully at his upper lip, smirking into the kiss.

John, meanwhile, was moaning slightly as Kat kissed him again. He let his tongue dance with hers for about five seconds before he broke apart, and said, "I want you so bad," panting with need and desire. He picked her up off the massage table, the towels stubbornly remaining in place, and carried her bridal-style to his bed. Discarding the massage therapist's belt, he dropped his boxers and stood over her in all his glory, his eight-inch erection as straight and hard as a flagpole.

They'd already gone this far, and Kat saw no reason to stop now. They were consenting adults, no one gave a damn about the rules. As he carried her, she looped her arms around his neck, leaning in to press kisses along his jaw line until he laid her on the bed. She tossed the towels to the side, revealing herself without a hint of shyness. Female approval was clear in her eyes as she looked at him. Reaching up she took his hand and tugged him to join her on the bed.

John let Kat "tug" him to the bed, and they resumed making out, his hands exploring every inch of her body, paying particular attention to her hairy mound and her rapidly stiffening nipples. But the beast was hungry, and he didn't wait long before breaking apart and saying, his voice thick with desire, "Do I need to use a condom, or...?", as he lay on his back, wanting her to ride him, at first anyway.

Kat groaned lowly, her body bucking up into his hand as it slipped between her legs. Pleasure coursed through her. Trying to focus her brain on his question, she said, "No, I have an implant and a long history of my doctor telling me I have fertility issues." She said softly. She never planned on settling down and having kids so she didn't mind that her doctor said getting pregnant would be nearly impossible for her.

*Then we can adopt, or use IVF*, he wanted to say, but didn't, not wanting to put the cart before the horse. But his expression was genuinely sympathetic as he lifted her by her armpits and set her down on his stomach, letting his hardness rest against her tight, toned ass. He traced the planes of her muscles, his fingers lingering slightly longer on her tattoos. "Ride me," he whispered. "Please."

As she straddled him, Kat let her hands rest on his chest, balancing herself. His fingers moved over her tattoos, a small four leaf clover on her left hip, a canine skull and cross bones on her left bicep, and a smattering of stars on her left ribcage area. Reaching down she angled his cock to slide inside of her. Rocking her hips gently as he filled her, Kat let her head tip back, moaning lowly in pleasure.

"Ooh, fuck!", he moaned. "God, you feel so good." His expression was pure bliss, as he took some of the "responsibility" off her shoulders, raising her up slightly and beginning to fuck her from below, slowly, so that she could get used to him without discomfort or pain. He had always been well-endowed, so it took a bit for most of his previous partners to get used to him. Kat seemed no exception.

Sex had been rather low on her priority list for quite a while, so Kat could feel her body stretching to accommodate the intrusion. Her hips rocked in time with his movements as her body adjusted, pleasure coursing through her. Her nails scrapped lightly across his chest as she leaned down to kiss him again.

John hissed slightly as she scraped her nails against his chest, but moaned into the kiss she gave him. Feeling her get used to him more, he increased his pace, prolonging the kiss as long as he could before breaking apart and letting out another moan. "Fuck, you feel so good. Hope you don't expect me to have—uungh—pornstar stamina or something."