A dominant and sadistic individual who takes pleasure in humiliating and controlling others, particularly women. He is persistent and unyielding in his efforts to assert dominance over Eira, showing no signs of empathy or compassion for her suffering. It can be inferred that he enjoys the challenge of breaking down strong-willed individuals like Eira.

"You want to act like bad bitch? Then I will treat you like one..." Travis chained her up like you would a dog and was only in the house a few moments before returning with a paper. She then felt her ass being swatted with the paper, which hurt but not nearly as much as it did when he hit that dildo in her ass. Like a hammer hitting a nail it rocked her body, she felt him kneel down and be began to finger her cunt.

"Now be a good puppy slut and piss outside..." The pleasurable torture would be to much for her to handle, he pulled out his fingers and licked them clean before placing his boot on the back of her neck again. Her face pressed against the grass that was covered in dew from the cold night air, she would break long before he would. kneeling down with his boot still on the back of her neck, she felt him begin to spank her ass once more.

"I said piss you dumb slut, if you do then you will get a treat." Oh she could only imagine the treat he would give her, what could he possibly give her that she would enjoy? That remained to be seen but she was a stubborn little bitch. He walked over to the side of the house and turned on the water, there was no hose attached to it so she heard the sound of running water constantly.

"Hmmm you need a new name as well, I don't like the one you have. I like naming my puppy sluts, lets them know her master is."

Eira watched him leave her in the yard. She stood and stretched her sore legs. Her body shivered with cold. Then he was suddenly back outside again! When he tried to hit her she shifted her hips to avoid it, but it didn't last long, before she knew it she found herself back on the ground with him kneeling on her hammering that dildo deeper! If it got any deeper she was sure it would come out her nose!

She screamed but the gag muffled the noise. She struggled to get away and throw blind elbows to get him off... she didn't know if she landed any or if she had, if he'd even feel them!

Then as suddenly as he started to spank, he stopped and fingered her! She gasped her eyes going wide and she shivered not just from the cold. She whimpered and tried to move her hips away from his food held her well in place making her feel like dirt. Her ass and pussy were on display for the world the way he had her pinned. Then the spanking started again and she yelped with pain once more. Her eyes burning with un-fallen tears that she refused to let go!

His words at first didn't make sense... he would treat her?! How! What could this monster give her! But she didn't want to piss outside! She was human. She struggled to get away from him to get his foot off her neck. If she pissed she'd do it if he fingered her again... just so she could piss on him! That would show that asshole! As for the name she'd never come to any other name that wasn't hers!

"Silver, that sounds like a lovely name for my new puppy slut." It was much better then the one she had before, to be honest Travis couldn't even remember what it was. He waited for her to piss but she was a stubborn bitch, he rolled his puppy slut over on her back and placed his boot right on her stomach. As he added pressure, she would have no choice but to piss. And then she noticed him pulling out that large cock that had impaled her earlier, but this time he was pointing it right at her and she felt that golden shower covering her face.

Travis laughed as he humiliated her, she would need another hose down before she was put in her kennel for bed. But with this one, he knew tomorrow he would have to make a trip to the hardware store to make some reinforcement to her Kennel. His foot dug into her tummy that felt so full and she needed to pee so badly! "Piss for me my little puppy slut, I understand your new to this but like all puppies you will be trained."

Puppy slut's face was covered in piss and she could smell it on her hair too! It was obvious she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer and while she may be very stubborn... Her master was a very patient man. That smirk on his face had to piss her off even more, she was a challenge and wouldn't crumble like the other who came before her. She was a fiery red head, who was an amazing fuck as well! Sad part was, he enjoyed the sex they'd had when they first got to his place. But they wouldn't be having that sort of consensual sex for awhile, at least not until this little puppy slut learned better manners!

Eira growled at him. "I will not come to Silver!" She thought to herself sense she couldn't say it! she groaned as she was rolled over and he pushed on her belly. She struggled to push his foot off... when the hot liquid of his piss hit her face! She put her hands up and used the mitts to shield herself making angry noises behind the gag.

The pressure on her belly did cause her to piss however... and her face burned from the humiliation of pissing outside like a dog... and being pissed on! She gagged around the ball in her mouth. The smell of the urine on her face making her feel sick, and burning her eyes. She wanted to kill the bastard!

"Such a good little bitch aren't you Silver?" Travis watched as she was forced to piss and finish leaking all over her face. She then heard him let out a very sadistic laugh, he pulled the dildo out and took a good look at her gaping asshole. It was a site to see, the girl looked like a pornstar who had just filmed a gang bang. But that large dildo found it's way back inside her as he began to drag her back to the house and back down to the basement.

Forty minutes later, he brought her upstairs. She was clean and he even took the time to put her hair in little pig tails, he set down another doggy dish that said "BITCH" on it. But he would have a new one made with his pets name on it, he set a cupcake in there because he said she would get a treat after all. He removed the ballgag from her mouth and smiled. "Eat up my pet."

Eira whimpered as he finished up and got off her belly. Then she let out a muffled scream when he pulled the dildo out so suddenly. It hurt, and her ass gasped out for a time, and then the tail was shoved back in, and she screamed again! When he started to drag her again, she fought again. Fighting to stand to walk normal.

When he drug her back upstairs Eira held a bit better sense she was clean... but she was still cold from being naked. She wanted to take her red hair out of the pig tails... but the mitts stopped her.

When her jaw was released from the gag she worked it slowly up and down relaxing the muscles. She then glared up at him. "You can put that cupcake up your ass." She growled her belly did growl however. But she refused to eat on the ground like a dog! "My name is Eira!" She snarled

"No, it's Silver. That is your new name, now eat your treat before I punish you." Travis spoke with his arms crossed, every time she would attempt to lunge at him he would forcefully push her to the ground, with those little puppy mitts it was hard to do anything. Once again he placed his boot on the back of her neck and looked down at her with a bit of a stern look. He didn't say anything, just gave her that cold glare.

"Now Silver, be a good puppy slut and eat your damn cup cake... Or I will shove it up your ass, and don't think I won't." Travis was a sick fuck, and he'd shown a fondness for her ass already. She probably wouldn't put it passed him to do something like that, but the fact that he was no longer calling her by her real name is what pissed her off at the moment. She would learn to come to her new name, it was still her first night, so she had much more to learn and look forward too.


a strong-willed and defiant woman with red hair. Despite being subjected to humiliation and torture, she remains resistant and determined to maintain her dignity. She is not easily broken and continues to challenge her captor's authority, even in the face of extreme adversity.

Eira whimpered as he finished up and got off her belly. Then she let out a muffled scream when he pulled the dildo out so suddenly. It hurt, and her ass gasped out for a time, and then the tail was shoved back in, and she screamed again! When he started to drag her again, she fought again. Fighting to stand to walk normal.

When he drug her back upstairs Eira held a bit better sense she was clean... but she was still cold from being naked. She wanted to take her red hair out of the pig tails... but the mitts stopped her.

When her jaw was released from the gag she worked it slowly up and down relaxing the muscles. She then glared up at him. "You can put that cupcake up your ass." She growled her belly did growl however. But she refused to eat on the ground like a dog! "My name is Eira!" She snarled


A strong, passionate Viking man with a deep connection to his homeland. He has a husky voice and rough, thick fingers that he uses to gently explore Maeve's body. His personality is dominant yet tender, as he takes the lead in their intimate encounters while also being attentive to Maeve's reactions and emotions.

"Jorpeland." As Orm rolled on his side to face her, he licked the tip of his finger and placed it on her stomach just above her sex. "When you approach from the sea," his finger began to move delicately upwards towards her navel, "we pass a small island which the seals have made home for generations. We are still under sail as we continue towards the fjord. We sail past as they trumpet at us and we can feel the sea spray on our faces. The ocean starts to taste of home." His thick and rough finger traced around her belly button, marking to location of the island on the map of her body. He licked the fingertip again and continued moving slowly upwards along her belly.

"The fjord was carved by giants in the early days of creation." His words were low and husky as he began to trace the route between her breasts. "On either side, the mountains tower above us. They are so tall that they are capped in snow all year long." The fingertip left its route and traced a small circle around her nipple before returning to its original place. He continued moving between her breasts and his finger followed the line of the closest one to him.

"As we get closer, we can finally see Ivarsgard, the Longhouses stretched out along the fjordside. The wind begins to fall off now and we have to drop the sail and the men take to their oars. They pull with all they have and if there is more then a single longboat returning, we race to see which can get home first." By now his finger had reached the silver torc around Maeve's neck and his mouth had moved very close to hers.

The finger traced up her neck to her chin and moved slowly across her lips. "The last part of the voyage brings us to the docks which jut out into the water and all of Ivarsgard is there welcoming us back and to see what we have brought with us." His finger left her lips and were replaced by his own as his hand traveled back down the length of her body. He kissed her tenderly and deeply. "That is my land."

Maeve gasped softly as he touched her and she bit her lower lip to hold back a whimper. It felt so good and she trembled slightly. When his lips touched hers it was like fire racing along her body. She kissed him back with the same deep intense passion and she pulled him close running her fingers along his back and arms.

"Your land sounds so magical." Maeve smiled once he had pulled away. She was gasping and her heart was racing as she curled up next to him. "I can not wait to see it." Maeve yawned softly her eyes drooping a bit. She was suddenly tired and rested her head on his shoulder humming softly. Before to long Maeve was fast asleep and for the first time in many years she slept in peace with no nightmares.

The Viking watched her sleep nestled tightly against him and a smile came to his face. He continued to stroke her side, drinking in every inch of her with his eyes. After a while, he drew the covers up over them being careful not to wake her before allowing himself to drift off to sleep as well.

He awoke with the morning sunlight burning through his eyelids. He rubbed them groggily and looked to his side where Maeve still lay sleeping. As carefully as he had the night prior he slid the covers down off of them to pool at the end of the bed. He had slept well and all the better he was sure because she slept beside him. He once again took in her beauty in the morning light, not wanting to wake her just yet. He closed his eyes as his hands moved gently along her body, exploring her curves and Orm smiled as he committed them to his memory.

Maeve yawned trembling softly in the light of the day. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at Orm with a soft smile. "Mmmmm, good morning my viking." She whispered her voice almost a whisper. She stretched her arms then propped herself up to look at him. "What is the plan for the day?" She asked tossing her hair over her shoulder. Maeve leaned in and kissed him deeply with a smile playfully biting at his lip.

Maeve could not have known the effect she had biting his lip as she did. "Mmm," the soft groan escaped Orm's lips as she did and he kissed her again, his tongue searching hers out. He became very aware the he was growing hard as a result of her kiss and playful bite and made no attempt to hide it.

His mouth moved to her neck, tracing patterns with his tongue as he returned the playful bites and his hand moved along her side. "I have half a mind not to leave this room." He said as he placed numerous small kisses along her jaw line before finding her lips again. "Perhaps more then half." He said smiling, the hunger apparent in his eyes. He slid her hair through his fingers. "There is much to be done today my little bird, but there is time enough." Holding her hair in his hand he pulled her back to him so he might kiss her again and as he did, his free hand wrapped around her waist he pulled her on top of him so that she straddled him.

The kiss was deep and long and Orm only broke it to pull her head away from his mouth and arching her back so that he might taste the sweetness of her breasts. His tongue danced over a nipple, darting and flicking it with its warm, wet tip. "What might you want to do today M'lady?" he asked, his voice dripping with desire.

Maeve let out a small moan arching her back a little. She leaned down and kissed him biting his lower lip a little harder as she wiggled her breasts against him. It felt so good being close to him, she kissed his neck sucking and nibbling at it. "We could stay in bed a little while longer," Maeve giggled pulling away from him and sitting up, "I am not sure what you have in mind but maybe the are close to what I have in mind." As she looked down at him her hair fell around her in a fiery halo.

"Unless you would like me to get dressed and get to work helping prepare for our departure." She grinned looking down at him and biting her lip as she moved a little lower to position herself over his hard manhood. "But I have a feeling you might rather stay in bed for a little bit." Maeve smiled teasingly leaning down to kiss him again while biting his lower lip.

Orm groaned again as she bit him again, harder this time and the Viking's hips moved involuntarily as she straddled his manhood. He felt his now hard cock slide along the the outer lips of her pussy, parting them with his width.

"Ungh..." he moaned as he felt the heat of her sex against his and Orm ran his fingernails down her spine as she bit his neck until they reached her ass. Taking it in his hand he pushed her downward, rocking her hips and grinding her into him.

Her hair spilled around him and his free hand found her breast. Orm cupped it, sliding Maeve's nipple between his fingers and he pinched it lightly as he massaged her breast. He took the other into his mouth, nipping and teasing her other nipple with his teeth and tongue. The Jarl looked up into her eyes. "I believe we shall stay in bed a little longer my little bird."

Maeve whimpered as he thrust into her and a moan escaped her lips once more once he bit her nipple. She arched her back feeling him inside of her. It was a mix of pleasure and pain, which she loved immensely. "Y... y... yesss my lord let us stay in bed a bit longer." Maeve gasped her body trembling slightly. She leaned down once more and bit him hard on the shoulder as she ran her nails along his arms and down his chest.

Orm knew she was a virgin and didn't force himself inside her. He could feel how excited she was, and when she shifted her hips finally allowing him to enter her, he stifled a groan feeling how tight she was. He let her slowly ride his cock, each thrust a bit deeper as Maeve's body accepted him inside her until at last she had taken his entire length.

She leaned forward and bit him on the shoulder, eliciting a moan- the action spurning the desire in him. He raked her back with his nails again traveling up her spine and once again pulled her hair. His other hand found a nipple and teased it against the hair of his chest. The Viking's hips rose from the bed to meet her thrusts and his mouth found her neck where he planted both kisses and tender bites. "Y... you feel so good my little bird." He whispered into her ear between thrusts.


A woman with a fiery appearance, with red hair that falls around her like a halo. She is sensitive and responsive to Orm's touch, often gasping and moaning during their intimate moments. Maeve displays a playful side as she engages in passionate kisses and teasing bites with Orm, showcasing her growing confidence and trust in him.

Maeve whimpered as he thrust into her and a moan escaped her lips once more once he bit her nipple. She arched her back feeling him inside of her. It was a mix of pleasure and pain, which she loved immensely. "Y... y... yesss my lord let us stay in bed a bit longer." Maeve gasped her body trembling slightly. She leaned down once more and bit him hard on the shoulder as she ran her nails along his arms and down his chest.


A lion-like demi-human with an imposing physique, including notably oversized genitalia. His physical prowess and confidence are evident in his role as the 'lifeguard' for new arrivals in Rakuen. He exudes charisma and has a knack for making others feel at ease, demonstrated by his ability to guide Shiro through new experiences with patience and understanding. His sexual dominance is clear yet he respects consent, ensuring Shiro's comfort during their intimate encounters. He also displays a sense of humor and casualness about the extraordinary norms of Rakuen, suggesting that he's well-integrated into this society. Despite his dominant nature, he's caring and considerate towards others' needs, seen when he offers to carry Shiro within him for transportation purposes.

Feeling the soft fur of Shiro's tails brushing against the surface of his gurgling, oversized balls only served to heighten his arousal. Added to that was, looking down at Shiro's big, thick booty, it was actually impossible to tell how huge his own cock was, if not for the bulge of it's motions in the kitsune's stomach. "...hmmm, Font, FUCK, this ass is so GOOD!" Cleo growled with an ever-dominating lust, his hips slap slap slapping against the plush booty. This would carry on for several minutes, though it probably seemed a lot longer. Eventually though, Shiro's tails would feel Cleo's balls begin to pulse and twitch just like the enormous cock buried inside of him.

"....Hnnngn, okay..." Cleo panted as he didn't relent from his zealous fucking. "...next... lesson..." He told Shiro, through pants and breaths. "...big balls... means... big... mmf... big... Oh, OH... BIG-!"

Cleo didn't get to finish his sentence, as he slammed himself as deep as he could, burying his crotch into Shiro's ass and his cock into his belly, which exploded, almost literally, with cum. Nothing Shiro had ever seen could equate to it, the amount of cum Cleo was blasting into him was impossible in his old world. It was like a hose full of thick cream was just constantly filling his gut. It filled Shiro's stomach up completely, making his belly bloat outwards, stretching out into an orb shape, though he felt no pain... only more pleasure.

The swelling wouldn't stop until it looked like Shiro was smuggling a beanbag chair inside of his belly. After that, Cleo panted and leaned against Shiro for a moment. "...big loads" He told Shiro, with a breathless smirk, one hand reaching to rub Shiro's full stomach.

All Shiro could do at this point was just moan, instinctively clutching ever so slightly around Cleo's cock as he was fucked. As they fucked, they ended up changing positions a bit, with Shiro on all fours as Cleo fucked him, their bodies shimmering with sweat in the gentle Rakuen sunlight. After a little while though, he could feel the pulsing and twitching that was normally in Cleo's cock in his balls as well. He heard the lion demi trying to give him another lesson about Rakuen, but Shiro ended up getting a more direct example, crying out as he felt Cleo climax in him. The intense deluge of lion cum filling him up and bloating out his belly was too much for Shiro, and he ended up climaxing as well, spraying the ground below the two of them with his own cum as his belly continued to swell.

When he finally felt Cleo stop cumming, his own climax finally stopped as well, and he collapsed onto his bean bag of a belly, now totally spent and breathless. As he lied there panting, he heard Cleo's words and murred happily and tiredly at the lion demi's rubbing of his huge belly. "...I can... see that now..." Shiro ended up sighing contently, and he ended up putting a hand on top of Cleo's hand. "That... was definitively... the most intense... climax... I've ever had..." He took a deep breath here, still not used to the feeling of being so full. "I didn't realize that being stuffed so comically full could feel so good... I could definitely get used to this... Was my ass as good as you hoped it would be...?" Shiro laughed a bit here, as it was probably a stupid question.

"Oh man, if I wasn't buried balls deep in your ass right now, I'd be kissing it all over, you gorgeously big bootied fox, you" Cleo assured him with a chuckle, instead leaning over so that he could give Shiro's cheek a kiss instead. "I really hope you like feeling full, because I promise you, in Rakuen, it'll probably be happening a lot, and in many different ways" Cleo informed him, giving the swollen stomach a pat, feeling it jiggle and slosh with his own cum. "Don't worry about the cum, your body will absorb it naturally... what your body does with it though, well, that's a mystery only your body will reveal in time" He said, with a snicker.

"Now, I imagine you're getting a little... tired, after all of this" Cleo told him. "And it's quite a long walk back to Brightshore, probably too long for how big you are, so... There's another thing I want to show you, about how the people of Rakuen... get along, shall we say?" Cleo said with a smirk. "If you don't mind, Shiro... I'd like to put you in my belly, and carry you down the mountain before I let you out in town, is that okay?" Cleo questioned, casually and friendly, like it wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

Shiro blushed as he was complimented, but smiled and let out a small murr as his cheek was kissed. "If it's anything like this, that's something to look forward to..." Shiro murred happily when Cleo patted his belly, making the swollen orb slosh and gurgle. As Shiro listened to Cleo talk, he blushed heavily when Cleo suggested eating him to carry him to town. "Really...? That's just something that can happen here...?" Shiro couldn't deny that he wouldn't be able to make it far with how large his belly was at the moment. Ignoring the fact that his center of gravity was totally off, he'd tire out too easily. "Uh... well, you've done nothing but make me feel comfortable with everything here, and this isn't my old world... All right, let's give it a try. You can belly me."

Cleo grinned, and gave Shiro's cheek another little kiss, before he started to pull his now flaccid, but still frankly enormous cock out from Shiro's behind. Going slowly, easing out bit by bit, until his cockhead popped out, and huge splashes of cum that hadn't been trapped in Shiro's stomach poured from Shiro's ass. Cleo grinned, and just for the hell of it, leaned down and gave one of Shiro's ass cheeks a long, slow lick across it. "Mmm... I bet it'll taste as good as it feels" Cleo quipped, before kneeling down behind Shiro, and lifting his feet up. Since Shiro was practically laying on his swollen belly, it wouldn't let him fall over or topple over or anything.

And then, it began, and Shiro felt it. Either side of his feet would feel the sides of Cleo's mouth as the lion started to gradually feed Shiro's feet past his lips and towards his throat. It didn't take long at all for Shiro's feet to have disappeared down out of sight and for Cleo to already be working up Shiro's legs. The blonde lifeguard was clearly well-experienced at what he was doing.

Shiro murred a bit more as he felt Cleo pull out of him, the flaccid cock still having tremendous presence as it left Shiro's ass. He did shiver a bit in pleasure as he felt Cleo's warm tongue on one of his ass cheeks, not used to the sensation of being tasted but quite liking it. Shiro couldn't turn all the way to see Cleo start to eat him, but he could feel a soft, warm wetness envelop his feet and start to travel up his legs. Shiro let out a weak moan as he felt Cleo starting to devour him, clearly enjoying this sensation quite a bit. "Oh wow... I know that you're technically putting me where food normally goes, but it feels really good..."

Shiro's own mind was completely at ease, where if something like this happened in his old world, his survival instinct would be screaming at him to run away. He trusted Cleo, and did want to see where this would go.

Cleo could only give a muffled murr of agreement to Shiro's statement, as his lips continued to work their way along Shiro's legs, and ultimately, his greatest physical asset. Once Cleo had reached Shiro's thighs, he slowed down, as he had to stretch his jaw wider to take in the wide hips and bubbly ass, which still dripped with his own cum. Of course, on the other side, Shiro's own cock was also being taken inside the mouth. Cleo let his tongue snake and slither along Shiro's shaft and sac, as well as along the crack between the cheeks. It would take a while, but it felt good for both of them all the way... Cleo could even feel his boner returning, as he eventually had all of Shiro's lower half, including his ass, inside of his mouth. Shiro's feet now touched the bottom of Cleo's stomach. His next obstacle? The big, sloshing belly full of his cum.

Shiro murred as he felt Cleo's lips slide up his legs, but his murring was replaced with moans as he felt Cleo's tongue on his crotch and ass, the attention from the lion demi's tongue and the warmth and slickness of his mouth making Shiro's cock become erect again. "Oh gods... This feels so good..." Shiro moaned as his cock sat inside of Cleo's mouth, his ass being polished essentially by the lion demi's tongue. Shiro knew what came next, and he wanted his head to be the last thing that Cleo swallowed, so he used his arms to gently wrap around his belly, enjoying the feeling of holding the cum orb in his arms, but also to make sure when Cleo did swallow his belly, that his arms would be pinned to his sides.

A warm and hearty chuckle could be felt around Shiro as Cleo noticed that he'd lowered his arms for him. Nonetheless, Cleo carried on slowly working his way up along Shiro's body with his lips, his mouth squeezing the kitsune's cum-swollen stomach a little, and no doubt squeezing some cum out of him, one way or another. Shiro's body was making quite a bulge in Cleo's throat, what with the size of his ass and his belly on top of it.

Eventually, Cleo's lips would crest over the top of the stomach, arms stuck to the sides as well, and he would finally be able to work his way up quicker and unhindered, as Shiro's slim and svelte torso practically disappeared in a few seconds, leaving only the kitsune's head outside of Cleo's maw...

Shiro panted and moaned a bit as his belly was squeezed by Cleo's lips, and his cheeks bulged out a bit as some of Cleo's cum was forced out of his mouth, and the lion demi would be able to feel a little bit squeezing out of his ass as well, trickling down Shiro's legs, which were starting to spill into Cleo's belly. Once his belly was in Cleo's throat, he murred as he vanished gradually into Cleo's hungry maw, and soon he could feel the lion demi's lips around his neck. Tiredly, he spoke before he vanished fully into Cleo's maw.

"Hey Cleo...? Once I'm in your belly, don't forget my underwear when you head to town please... I don't need the rest of the clothes though..."

Mouth occupied, Cleo could only give an affirmative murr in response to Shiro's words, before his lips slowly began to come around Shiro's head, and then finally his face, meaning that Shiro was now entirely inside of Cleo's body. A lean backwards and a gulp would help to send the rest of Shiro down into the lion's tight, fleshy stomach. It would have been rather tight anyway, but for Shiro it was more so, considering his bulging stomach. Now filled with his new acquaintance, Cleo's own stomach now bulged outwards greatly, although Shiro's body was well defined against his skin, visible to anyone that he was in there.

Cleo gave a huff, and rolled over gently, so that he could prop himself up with his elbows as he lay back a bit, Shiro's body basically on top of him, and inside of him at the same time. "Fonts, I love my job..." He murmured, before chuckling to himself. "So, yeah... Hope your comfy in there, Shiro, because the people of Rakuen do this a LOT... and you should be able to as well, everybody here is capable of holding one another inside of them... in fact, some people prefer the insides of a friend instead of anything else, it's great!"

Cleo sat up, and got to his feet, stretching his limbs out a bit before rubbing the top of his stomach. "If you want to take a rest, go ahead... I can give you a nudge once we're in town" Cleo assured his occupant.

"Thank ymph..." Shiro was cut off from speaking further as his head was gulped into Cleo's mouth, unable to speak as he was sealed inside the lion demi's mouth. He then felt Cleo's body squeeze him down further before tucking him into the lion demi's belly. Shiro couldn't move very well, but was able to rest his head against his massive bean bag of a belly, and Cleo would still be able to feel Shiro's large ass in his belly, pressing close to his crotch.

"This is actually really comfortable..." Shiro yawned as he rested in Cleo's belly, his eyes growing heavy. "Thanks Cleo... it may have something to do with being new to this world, the fervent fucking, or being filled so full of cum that my belly turned into a chair, but I'm really worn out..."

Cleo grinned. "Don't worry about it... take a good, long rest and save your strength, you'll probably need it... This kind of stuff happens all the time, after all" Cleo told Shiro with a smile as he looked about. With one hand atop his swollen belly, he went over to his discarded red speedos and slipped them back on... his generously sized junk, however, was hidden by the size of his gut. Not that he minded, since his always bulged crotch was rather comfortably nestled against the bulge that was Shiro's ass, making Cleo grin with happiness all the more.

With no pockets or anything, Cleo simply picked up Shiro's own underwear, and stuffed it into his speedos with a smirk, before walking away to collect his own things. The belly gently swayed, almost lulling Shiro to sleep, as Cleo went to pick his own possessions up. They were few, however; A cap for his head, a pair of sunglasses, his beaded bracelets, anklets and necklace, a towel, and a book... nothing else, no other clothes besides his speedos.

With all his things together, the lion demi began to make his way down the mountain and back to town, seeming complete at ease with the weight he was carrying.

Shiro yawned as he felt Cleo moving around, the swaying making it harder and harder for him to keep his eyes open. "All right... Hopefully by the time I wake up, my belly will have shrunk down a little..." Shiro shifted around a little more before finding a comfortable position, and he passed out. As Cleo walked down the mountain, he'd notice that aside from his breathing, Shiro was still, and if he listened to his belly, he'd be able to hear the signature sound of soft breathing that most people make when asleep.

It would take a good couple or three hours for Cleo to descend the winding mountain path from the Font of Life, which flowed onto the peak of the mountain. Though Shiro was missing the scenery change and the sight of the town coming into view, Cleo was certain he'd get to experience it at some point. He had to bite his lip a few times and pause his walk, to keep himself from just grinding his crotch against the bulge that was Shiro's bountiful butt.

Eventually, Cleo would have made his way to the town of Brightshore, and Shiro, if he had any sense of awareness or had begun to stir, might have heard the sounds of nature replaced by the sounds of the town, distant conversations and footsteps. Every now and then, Cleo would stop and have a brief conversation with people he knew, before carrying on to his destination.

Finally, after the trek was finished, Cleo gave his occupied belly a little jiggle to stir his passenger awake. "Hey Shiro, we're here at the O.O... the Orientation Office, it's time to bring you back out, okay?"


A newly transformed kitsune in the world of Rakuen, characterized by his fox-like features including several tails. His most distinguishing physical attribute is his significantly enlarged rear end which adds to his overall allure. He is open-minded and adaptable, quickly accepting the norms and practices of Rakuen despite their stark contrast from his original world. He also displays a sense of humor and an explorative nature towards new experiences. Despite initial hesitations, he exhibits trust in others easily as seen through his interactions with Cleo. His willingness to engage in intimate activities soon after arrival suggests a high level of sexual openness and curiosity.

It would take a good couple or three hours for Cleo to descend the winding mountain path from the Font of Life, which flowed onto the peak of the mountain. Though Shiro was missing the scenery change and the sight of the town coming into view, Cleo was certain he'd get to experience it at some point. He had to bite his lip a few times and pause his walk, to keep himself from just grinding his crotch against the bulge that was Shiro's bountiful butt.

Eventually, Cleo would have made his way to the town of Brightshore, and Shiro, if he had any sense of awareness or had begun to stir, might have heard the sounds of nature replaced by the sounds of the town, distant conversations and footsteps. Every now and then, Cleo would stop and have a brief conversation with people he knew, before carrying on to his destination.

Finally, after the trek was finished, Cleo gave his occupied belly a little jiggle to stir his passenger awake. "Hey Shiro, we're here at the O.O... the Orientation Office, it's time to bring you back out, okay?"

Shiro was starting to stir after a few hours, and he could start to hear the sounds of conversation around him vaguely. He could also hear Cleo talking to people every now and then, as well as gentle rubs, though he wasn't fully coherent enough to respond yet. Cleo jiggling his belly did awaken Shiro the rest of the way, and the first thing he noticed is that his belly did shrink a little, so it would be easier for Cleo to get him out. "Okay... is there anywhere I can wash off though...?" Shiro wasn't exactly excited meeting anyone covered in saliva, his tails not as fluffy as he would like them to be.


A Dwindled individual, significantly smaller than an average person. Despite his reduced size, he maintains a strong presence and personality. He shares similar features with Fiona, being a demi-tiger. Personality-wise, Nova is adventurous and open-minded like his sister. He also displays resilience in face of unusual circumstances, maintaining a sense of humor even when navigating through uncharted territory in their relationship. He shows comfort in expressing his feelings openly to Fiona, indicating a deep level of trust between them. Despite the peculiar situations they find themselves in due to his Dwindled condition, Nova remains optimistic and receptive to new experiences.

Nova was feeling a sensation he always had around his sister: safe. Despite everything, no matter the circumstances, he always felt safe with his sister. Sometimes that feeling was... put into question, but never for long. And as he was, he was comfortable, warm, certainly safe. He slid about slightly as she moved, still sending slight waves through her body even as he naturally seemed to slide, his Dwindled body just seeming to make hers so sensitive to him, for whatever reason.

But, as he was, he wasn't up for making her have another climax just yet, as he was quite dazed, and he slid around her belly as she headed for the shower. He purred ever so slightly, stirring, just in time for that valve to open for him, a little mew coming out as her belly squished him through, blushing as he started to long, slow ride deeper down, his form just a small bulge, that she could follow as he slowly shifted and pushed on those walls here and there in his travel, the bulge he made a little shining spot along her belly as she showered.

Under the deluge of the shower, flattening down Fiona's hair and fur, she brought her hands up to her chest and cleaned herself down, before one curious hand trailed down along her sternum and to her abdomen, feeling that little bulge slip lower and deeper into her body. The little bumps and twists that Nova took inside her still managed to send that tingling warmth spreading through her, but after already having blown a tremendous load, she was able to maintain her focus a lot better now, even if out of a purely physical reaction, her shaft rose up gently yet again, refusing to simply hang completely limp throughout this entire ordeal.

Eventually, that little bulge that was Nova disappeared from her guts, having sunk away, not completely... just to her behind. As Nova was finally, after a warm, twisting and winding slide, that at times left him completely unsure of what direction he'd traveled, he was deposited into the final small chamber, the walls slick and firm, and with one final gateway, one last sphincter, between him and the old world.

Fiona could feel it too, and she looked around before grinning, and cracked open the shower door, so that the steamed up glass gave way to a view of the pristine, unsteamed mirror opposite, and she turned so that her ass was facing the mirror and she watched over her shoulder. She cupped one hand beneath her ass in preparation. "Heh... squeezing out of a tunnel into a raining shower, I guess this is kinda like the end of Shawshank..." Fiona said, giggling to herself at that notion. "Alright, get ready... don't worry, I'll catch you" She assured Nova, as she started to gently, slowly, squeeze him out of her behind. At first, all he would see were the looming, paired shadows of her cheeks before the sight of the mirror came into a view, both of them witnessing his emergence from her ass, she with a big, pleased smirk on her face.

For now the little Dwindled was carried along, hardly making much in the way of movements on his own. Her body was rather quick to tide him along, squishing and pulling him through the feet of bowels all twisting and guiding him around. He was a thick lump of food, and heavy, with momentum only halted when he would bump into a bend, making a bigger bulge for a fuller thrill of pleasure before he continued to plummet further along, his form slipping and sliding all along her belly. It was quite the ride, and quite the sight to see how he seemed to near the exit, before a twist and he was gliding back around another direction across the length of her belly, up, down, around, he was lost, but didn't want to move and find himself crawling back the way he had come... until at long last he found himself surely near the end. The chamber opened up, and he rose way up, one final, huge bend in a slightly more open tunnel as he squished through her large intestine, then down with a lewd squelch and a bit of a resonating thump within her body as he slid the last few inches towards the escape.

The light was bright, as he slowly crawled, blushing hotly as he knew where he was coming from... her little giggled out comment not helping as he realized how she was pointed, her tail raised, her cheeks parting, staring at herself and him in the mirror, before his hand slipped and he mewed out as he plunged down, plopping slickly and warm into her waiting palm. "Fiona!" he mewed out as she held him. "That's... wash me!" he said, his voice demanding... although aside from the slickness, he wasn't actually too dirty... but he was so red, he couldn't get any other words out.

Watching her Dwindled brother slide out of her own ass, may have been the single most intensely erotic spectacle Fiona had ever witnessed. It was a moment she wouldn't forget, that she would replay over and over in her head surely for years to come. She felt him squirm in her hand and heard him squeal for a clean, and the giant tigerkin could only chuckle at how embarrassed he seemed.

She brought her hand back around to her front, and held him out before her, the shower drops probably seeming bigger and heavier to him, so she positioned herself so that he wasn't right under the shower-stream where she held him. She used her free hand to grab a sponge, and with admirable precision and delicacy, started to scrub her little brother clean, using her fingertips to gently nudge him when she needed to reposition him. She even did his hair! It was amazing how just her finger and thumb could be so careful and so thorough. A little speck of shampoo, and a rinse. She never said anything, she just did all with the biggest, goofiest smirk on her face as she looked after him, until he was thoroughly clean.

She reached over and let him down onto a shelf in the shower, on which all the bottles of shampoo, gel and other stuff were settled. It also gave him a slightly higher position than usual, so he was on a level that he could both look her straight on in the face, or down at... the rest of her.

"So, uh... I'm sorry" She finally said, huge smile still on her face. "...but that was fucking amazing and I want you to know that you're incredible and that I love and adore you and all that stuff and if you ever want to do it again, I'm game but if not, totally understand, just want you to know how great that was for me and if it wasn't for you, again I'm sorry but I still love you like super hard either way"

The words just all tumbled out of her, even to her surprise as she blushed just a little herself once she finished. "...you okay, bro?" She actually, finally asked, and quietly too, as if she were silently ashamed it took her that long to do so... still couldn't wipe that smile off of her face though. It had faltered but remained strong as she clearly couldn't stop thinking about herself, about him, and about what they'd just been through together.

Nova stayed quiet as she rubbed and massaged and cleaned him over. It wasn't the first time she had done this for him, though the circumstances were certainly new. Normally he'd just bathe in a cup of warm water, but this was a pleasant change, and staying close to Fiona now... He looked back at her, his cheeks red as he did look her up and down, her shiny sleek wet skin and wetted fur sparkling and clean. The look she had on her face. She wanted to talk but she was holding something in. Was she feeling like laughing at him, for that scene both of them would remember, probably forever? Maybe he should have made it more memorable... He gently stepped down, ad sat down wetly, realizing that somehow his shorts had made the whole trip and beyond with him as they remained around his legs and hips.

He stared up at her, then down her front, then back up as she spoke, his eyes wide at the thoughts that were coming to her surface all at once, a cascade heavier than the shower droplets... to which he let out a laugh! "Sis... please... really?" he said between fits of giggles as he got a look of mirth to his eyes. "I could feel what you were doing you know, while I was in your belly... do you really want to call love 'super hard' right now?" he asked, finally busting out in full on laughs that had him down to his knees on the little dish, rolling about for a little bit before he'd finally catch his breath. "Hah... I love you too sis.. Like I said before... maybe you couldn't hear me... I think we've found one kind of movie we'd be good at making~ Let's keep trying other options, but that's one door I'm happy to open with you, sis~"

Fiona cocked an eyebrow when he'd started laughing, it wasn't how she expected he'd respond. In fact, she'd kind of been bracing herself for some kind of reprimand, or just quiet forgiveness. When Nova mentioned that he could feel what she was doing... Somehow, hearing HIM mention it, brought a deeper blush to her face, though she couldn't wipe that giddy smile from her face. In fact, she started to giggle as well, she just couldn't help it, as she smoothed her wet hair out of her face, before looking back at him.

She cocked her head a little, smirking at just how amused he seemed. He'd been laughing, pretty hard, for a while now. "Alright, laugh it all up, bro" She remarked with a smirk before he'd finally managed to gather himself. She then gave her own snort of amusement. "You want to make a movie of being eaten, and of me probably cumming my brains out?" She asked him with a titter. "Damn bro, I thought I was the pervy one" She teased. "So, how was it in there, anyway? It wasn't too rough or... I don't know? The articles I read said that it can get a little too hot for some Dwindle's likings"

She glanced him up and down. It didn't take long. She smirked. "...Bro, do you REALLY need those on anymore?" She asked him, talking about his shorts. "I bet they need a wash... and you know, if once of us is naked, we might as well... both be" She purred at him.

Nova looked down at his shorts. They were soaked through, between traveling through her, and then being rinsed and soaped up in her hand. They were pretty much washed as much as they would have normally been washed, they couldn't go in a normal laundry machine after all. Far too tiny, the laundry machine had a hunger for Dwindled clothes as much as people had a taste for the Dwindled. Still, she was right, and he sat back, lifting his legs to pull them off and wetly plop them down on the tray he was sitting in, smiling up at her.

"Well we were talking about all the kinds of movies! We should try other things, but we know for sure we'd be good at making that," he said, sticking his tongue out at her, a tiny thing, it was hard to really tell his expression sometimes. He pondered her words a little, tail flicking. "It was mostly dark, that was the main feeling. I don't know if I want light inside, but maybe? Umm, it was pretty soft most of the time. It was only hard when you were hard and bumping me around! But it was cozy warm, squishy, wet... like a really slow waterslide, but like with slimy stuff you'd have in a cartoon or something... It was actually kinda nice," he murmured, ears splaying down. "How was it for you? I mean... apart from getting off... I know you've teased me before, but you've never gone that far!... Did I taste okay? Did I feel okay traveling through?"


A large, powerful tigerkin female with sleek fur and hair. Her physical prowess is evident in her stature and strength, yet she possesses a gentle nature that allows her to handle Nova, who is significantly smaller than her due to the Dwindling condition, with great care. She has an adventurous spirit and an open mind, willing to explore unconventional aspects of their relationship without hesitation. Despite this boldness, she also displays vulnerability through moments of embarrassment and self-doubt. Her love for Nova is clear, not only in her protective instincts but also in the respect she shows towards his feelings and experiences during their unique interactions. She's unafraid to express herself openly, whether it be through laughter or candid conversation about their shared experiences.

Nova looked down at his shorts. They were soaked through, between traveling through her, and then being rinsed and soaped up in her hand. They were pretty much washed as much as they would have normally been washed, they couldn't go in a normal laundry machine after all. Far too tiny, the laundry machine had a hunger for Dwindled clothes as much as people had a taste for the Dwindled. Still, she was right, and he sat back, lifting his legs to pull them off and wetly plop them down on the tray he was sitting in, smiling up at her.

"Well we were talking about all the kinds of movies! We should try other things, but we know for sure we'd be good at making that," he said, sticking his tongue out at her, a tiny thing, it was hard to really tell his expression sometimes. He pondered her words a little, tail flicking. "It was mostly dark, that was the main feeling. I don't know if I want light inside, but maybe? Umm, it was pretty soft most of the time. It was only hard when you were hard and bumping me around! But it was cozy warm, squishy, wet... like a really slow waterslide, but like with slimy stuff you'd have in a cartoon or something... It was actually kinda nice," he murmured, ears splaying down. "How was it for you? I mean... apart from getting off... I know you've teased me before, but you've never gone that far!... Did I taste okay? Did I feel okay traveling through?"

"Uh-huh, sounds like the kind of videos you'd like to watch as well" Fiona remarked with a smirk, before responding in kind and sticking her tongue out back at him... a great, long carpet by comparison. She listened to him describe his journey through her insides with rapt attention, her eyes big and curious as she stared up at him as if he was making a speech on a podium, probably enough to actually make him feel tall for a moment, standing over her with the giantess looking UP at him.

"Well, I didn't do it on purpose! You just kind of... slipped in, before I could do anything" Fiona defended. "I was worried at first before I checked some articles that I'd saved-"... implying that she'd at least researched swallowing Dwindles before... "-and it said you'd be fine, so I relaxed a little... But yeah, you tasted GRRREAT, like if you were a lollipop, I'd never stop sucking on you" She told him, before tittering as she realized her unintentional double-entendre.

"And... God, do you know I could feel EVERYTHING you did in there, like every move you made? And it just kept sending these waves, these electric shocks through me, I just... Like, I like to think I've got good stamina, good willpower, but I don't think I've ever cum so fast before, and hard too, you should have seem my tits, I was just covered in the stuff" She told him, clearly at this point not embarrassed enough to spare any details. The descriptions were clearly exciting her, as her formerly half-hard cock had now loomed and bloated back upright, though she was trying to ignore it. Unconsciously though, one of her hands was slipping closer to it's base.

"And when you went even deeper, oh my god, it was like... like having the deepest anal beads being pulled through me, I couldn't even walk properly for a moment there... Let me tell you bro, for a little guy, you sure do know how to make a big impression" She said with a giggle. "You also felt pretty comfy in my ass too, maybe I'll put you in there instead next time" She told him with a wink and another giggle.


A confident and bold 19 years old teenage girl who isn't afraid to express her desires or use her sexuality to get what she wants. She is attractive with a good figure, as indicated by her ability to draw attention and the fact that she often dresses in revealing outfits that emphasize her assets. Her style varies from feminine to tomboyish, suggesting versatility and an enjoyment of playing with different looks. Chloe's behavior shows that she enjoys the thrill of pursuit and isn't deterred by potential challenges or risks involved in pursuing someone already in a relationship.

At first Chloe assumed the blonde that walked into the room a little after her was another student, and so did one of the guys in the class. But lo and behold, she wasn't, in fact she was the teacher for the class, which was really surprising since she couldn't have been too much older than Chloe. The girl sat up and took notice of her teacher, who had a very nice figure and probably knew it too since she was squeezed into that small suit. She had been curious about her teacher and now she didn't need to be, the woman was well worth pursuing, and what fun Chloe would have getting this teacher wrapped around her little finger.

"I've got one." Chloe said raising her hand slightly, leaning forward to present a good deal of cleavage to her teacher. "Are you seeing anyone Ms. Sarah or are you single?" she asked deciding that a quick, unexpected, bold question like that would through the teacher off of her game and have her thinking about Chloe after class was done. However her question was one she really did want an answer to, while she liked pursuing single gals, if they were involved with someone, especially another woman, Chloe had to change her tactics and whether or not she really wanted the woman bad enough. If she did the she would go after her, but if the danger was to great then she backed off and would find another target.

"Um... no, I... I'm..." Sarah flustered, completely baffled by the question. Was the girl... she couldn't. "Um... Well, I don't know for SURE what that has to do with the class, uh- yeah. Any questions regarding the class?" she asked, looking around. A few students raised their hands and she quickly answered their questions, making sure not to look at that girl. Of COURSE it was the one dressed like a whore. Doing her best to answer questions, she slowly got into her groove again and after a bit began her lecture.

The class went mostly smooth, although every once in a while, she'd notice that girl and get a little tripped up. Sarah didn't know what was so off putting about the student. It had just been gossip, right? Right? Maybe that's what had her concerned... That it wasn't actually pure curiosity... but she shoved that out of her head and focused on teaching. She didn't WANT to have to worry about that sort of crap...

After getting the flustered reaction from her teacher, Chloe smirked and knew that her first attempt had been a success so she began the second phase of her plan. That involved subtly teasing and distracting her beautiful teacher, which included some slightly overzealous hand raising, leaning forward to show of her cleavage as she paid attention to the lecture and stretching when she'd been bent over for too long. She caught her teacher staring several times, and each time she flashed her a nice smile or a flirty wink and Ms. Sarah would get all flustered and start stammering a little, her eyes still on Chloe. By the time class was over Chloe knew that she had Ms. Sarah on the hook, but she didn't want to press her luck too much lest she lose the woman by pushing too hard on her, so she stopped a couple of minutes and went back to being a good little student.

By the time the end of class rolled around as Chloe was packing up, she couldn't help but give her teacher one final tease and 'accidentally' swept some of her books and pens onto the floor. They didn't go far, but Chloe bent at the waist to pick them up and even gave her attractive ass a nice little shake for good measure. Once she'd collected all of the items she'd knocked over, Chloe stood up, slowly of course, and turned around and gave another one of her dazzling smiles to Sarah. "Bye Ms. Sarah. I'll see you tomorrow." she said with a wink and a blown kiss good-bye. As she left she made sure to sway her hips to keep Sarah's eyes on them.

Sarah wasn't sure what the hell was going on with that girl... or herself... Why was she so distracted by this girl...? She wasn't into girls... Well... She'd done some things in freshman year of college, but that was quite a while ago... and that wasn't a student. But... she couldn't be mistaken. The girl was DEFINITELY flirting with her... right? She groaned. There wasn't anybody she could ask about this. They'd read into it the wrong way, and think maybe she was interested... which she wasn't...

She sighed and packed up her things, heading home. Later that night, she didn't know why, but she felt... unusually aroused... She rolled around in her bed, trying to ignore it. An hour later, she gave up and found her vibrator, which she hadn't touched in forever. That night she gave herself some of the most intense orgasms she'd had on her own in years. Sleeping soundly, she wiped all of the day's events from her mind. The next day, she was wearing a soft black blouse that her breasts hung nicely in. It was a sexy blouse, but well within dress code. Accompanying it was a white skirt and high heels.

After class Chloe had gone about the rest of her day feeling quite impressed with herself. She knew that she'd more than definitely ingrained herself into Ms. Sarah's mind, and wondered if the other woman was thinking about her the same way she was. The thought of her teacher being distracted for the rest of the day made her anxious to get to her dorm, which by some stroke of luck she had all to herself, guess the school really liked to take care of its brightest stars since she and everyone else in her building seemed to have rooms to themselves. She said hi to her fellow building mates and let herself into her dorm, dropping her books by the door and stripped down to her thong and stretched before she slowly slipped her fingers into the front of the thin piece of underwear, fingering herself a little before she decided that she'd be way more comfortable on the bed than leaning against the door to her dorm. That night Chloe put her favorite toys through a nice long workout and drifted off to sleep thinking of what she would do tomorrow to further tease Sarah.

The next morning Chloe walked into the classroom, a pair of navy fatigues hung on the rounded part of her hips while a shoulderless top exposed her neck, the tops of her shoulders, and a good deal of her midsection. Her bra straps were see through so it didn't look like she was wearing one, not that anyone would have noticed since she had nice breasts naturally and could have gone without one if she wanted. Her hair was tied down in a hot pink bandanna and she wore a pair of fishnet, elbow length gloves with some studded wrist bands. All in all she looked as sexy as she did yesterday, but this time she looked more tomboy sexy than beauty queen sexy. "Hey Ms. Sarah. Looking good." she said taking her seat and waited for class to get started.


A young, attractive 23 years old female teacher with a nice figure, which she isn't afraid to accentuate with her clothing choices. She is somewhat shy and easily flustered, especially when confronted with bold or unexpected situations. Despite her initial confusion and uncertainty regarding Chloe's advances, she shows an ability to regain her composure and continue teaching. However, her inner turmoil suggests that she may be questioning her own sexuality or at least feeling conflicted about the situation. She also possesses some level of self-restraint as indicated by her resistance towards Chloe's provocations during class time.

Sarah wasn't sure what the hell was going on with that girl... or herself... Why was she so distracted by this girl...? She wasn't into girls... Well... She'd done some things in freshman year of college, but that was quite a while ago... and that wasn't a student. But... she couldn't be mistaken. The girl was DEFINITELY flirting with her... right? She groaned. There wasn't anybody she could ask about this. They'd read into it the wrong way, and think maybe she was interested... which she wasn't...

She sighed and packed up her things, heading home. Later that night, she didn't know why, but she felt... unusually aroused... She rolled around in her bed, trying to ignore it. An hour later, she gave up and found her vibrator, which she hadn't touched in forever. That night she gave herself some of the most intense orgasms she'd had on her own in years. Sleeping soundly, she wiped all of the day's events from her mind. The next day, she was wearing a soft black blouse that her breasts hung nicely in. It was a sexy blouse, but well within dress code. Accompanying it was a white skirt and high heels.


A seductive and powerful woman, exuding an air of confidence and allure. As the Queen of lust, she is well-versed in the art of seduction and enjoys engaging with others who can match her intensity. Her personality is characterized by a strong will and determination, as she seeks partners who can challenge her rather than submit to her every whim. This fierce demeanor suggests that Winry has high standards for herself and those around her.

Seduction felt like a pawn in her own game, however Winry was the Queen of lust and here we have a King, Both important in a game of Chess. This was getting more and more interesting. She moaned and then licked her lips. She stared into those lust filled eyes, she saw the snake like behavior, as it was similar to her own. Their styles of getting pray similar in taste, Winry had no choice but to compliment him, it was like looking in a mirror, it enticed her, it called to her. She smiled evilly. This was right up her alley neither force backing down and his wit; she loved a sophisticated man, a man with tastes that matched her own. She held on to him anticipating what came next. His breathing now matched her own and his passion knew no bounds she didn't know how much more of this she could take. The more he went the wetter she got.

This was a fun little game the two of them were playing, Samuel rather enjoyed taking the lead at this moment in time. It added just a bit of spice to life, as it were. He could tell she was rather in the mood at the moment himself as he pulled her closer to himself. His strong body pressing against her own body, rubbing, creating more friction as they pressed against each other in this great action of lust, a deep event of lust that was beyond the cardinal type. He kissed her lips as he pressed in faster and faster, sliding in and out with much ore ease finding it easier to move faster with her growing wetness. He found this match of him and her to be a fun challenge, and he found that in itself to be rather rewarding, outside the lustful act with the needy beautiful woman. He knew soon he would reach his limits.

That damn grin, it was conjured from lust and pure evil. Winry shot him back the same. This was the cage, a Tiger and a Rottweiler were entangled in a match to see who was the more fairer species. Cat vs. Dog, battle of the sexes and Winry was not about to lose, neither was Samuel, this was what she wanted. She didn't want some pussy ass man who was going to bend at her every whim, no, she wanted a German Shepherd who was going to show her her place. She growled at him and placed her nails on his chest. "You are giving me a run for my money..." She panted out of breath. "Aggressive are we Innocent..." Her breath is taken away by his skill. Not only was that tongue witty it also held the power to make her moan. Her toes curled up as a shiver glides down her spine. A couple of squeaks and pants and whimpers later and she cums.

She squirted on his pelvic area. Her legs trembled. Winry marveled at him. She was still in disbelief. The way he touched her, the way he held her and the way he caressed her it all felt like a dream that she didn't wanna wake up from. Her moans became cries of joy. Soon tears formed in her eyes, not because he was hurting her but because she had never had it this way. She was loved in every sense of the word and she held onto him like he was her last breath of air. This made her kiss him with more passion than ever. Wrapping her legs around him she took every inch of him into her that she could. The wetter she got the better he could go in. She didn't want this to end as she clawed his back, leaving marks of passion and lust saying to any other that she was here and she was here to stay.

Samuel could feel the beautiful woman's fingers against his back, it added a bit of pain that actually went pretty well with the grand amount of pleasure that was surging throughout his whole body at the moment. He could feel this woman was no normal woman, a fact for which he had known since before he had contacted her. How not normal, he was starting to understand a bit better at this point. He liked that, normal was mundane, everyday, there were a number of number females he could have his fun with. Yet, abnormal ones, ones this good looking, were not so easy of a find.

He could feel how easy it was to take her now, how the amount of friction that it took to thrust into the beauty was not nearly what it had been moments before. It made the whole experience even more amazing. He pressed continued to press his body against her own, his hand holding her in a tight grip, that enabled him to take her faster and more aggressively then normally he would be able to do. His member twitching for release, yet, him holding out, pushing on as he moved his lips and left a trail of small hickey's on the neck of the passionate tigeress. Still he couldn't go on forever, and he was about to reach his climax, which hit as he pushed in. Yet, he didn't stop taking her after this moment wanting her to get the most out of the event as he had.

Winry was pleasing Winry like no man had ever before, the way he touched her ignited her soul, his breathing now labored worked to make her moan. She was pleased, she was satisfied, she was his. He could say or do anything and all she would do at this point is nod and say yes. She was literally captivated by this man. She liked everything about him and when he smiled at her she blushed. When he entered her she let him. She reached up and kissed him, this time a little longer, her tongue exploring his mouth with a hungering feeling she wanted more of his. Winry could not get enough of him. "What am I going to do with you?" She said in between breaths. It was hard for her to talk seeing as though she was on the verge of an orgasm. "Be mine..." She said.

This was a most interesting development, everything was moving as Samuel had hoped that it would, everything was sliding into place. It was so amazing how things worked like this, always the best part was when a good plan came together, and things turned up roses as it were. He looked into the eyes of the woman, and knew that this was something that was extremely highly passionate, and extremely fun as well. That this snake he was with was a very unique one, and one that was very much his time and his efforts. His thrust continued at the same quick pace as he felt her raise up to kiss him, feeling her tongue move to his mouth, he figure it would be rather fun to have some fun tongue wrestling with her, before hearing her comment. "I don't know, what you will due, but I think this is going to be most entertaining," he said as he continued his actions. It was a very unique relationship, and he was rather interested in seeing where it went.

The air was thick with their scent. Winry tasted him more and more and all she could think about at that moment was him. Her concentration was broken the moment he spoke those words to her. She tried to think about an answer, nothing came to her and not for lack of trying either; it was just that she didn't know what to say, honestly all she could think about was him, this afternoon, all of this was seemingly too good to be true. Her lack of breath was not helping either considering that she was on the brink of an orgasm. Looking into those eyes of his, those eyes that seemingly peered into her very soul. Those eyes in which she swore she saw love, she smiled warmly and there, in that moment she knew how to reply. She touched his face as they intertwined together. As his strokes became her strokes as he pushed into her she received and grunted accordingly. "I am full of surprises, I hope you are too."


A strong and sophisticated individual, possessing both physical prowess and an intelligent wit. He is attracted to unique and powerful partners, like Winry, who can challenge him in their encounters. His personality displays a sense of dominance and control, as he enjoys taking the lead during their passionate moments. Samuel is a confident and capable man with refined tastes that match his partner's desires.

This was a most interesting development, everything was moving as Samuel had hoped that it would, everything was sliding into place. It was so amazing how things worked like this, always the best part was when a good plan came together, and things turned up roses as it were. He looked into the eyes of the woman, and knew that this was something that was extremely highly passionate, and extremely fun as well. That this snake he was with was a very unique one, and one that was very much his time and his efforts. His thrust continued at the same quick pace as he felt her raise up to kiss him, feeling her tongue move to his mouth, he figure it would be rather fun to have some fun tongue wrestling with her, before hearing her comment. "I don't know, what you will due, but I think this is going to be most entertaining," he said as he continued his actions. It was a very unique relationship, and he was rather interested in seeing where it went.


A man who exudes charm and authority, making him seem trustworthy to those around him. He's adept at concealing his true intentions behind a façade of kindness and understanding, particularly towards the vulnerable. Despite his seemingly helpful demeanor, he has a perverse interest in young girls and manipulates situations to satisfy this interest. His ability to feign blindness convincingly suggests he's cunning and deceitful.

Steve watched as the young girl was escorted into the administration building of Wilson Redding School for the Blind. He had read her file the previous day and had been anxious for her arrival. The file had given him the details surrounding her case, but had not included a picture of the girl.

Her name was Lily, and she certainly looked lovely. She was 9 years old. In fact, the accident that had taken her eyesight occurred on her ninth birthday 6 weeks ago. She had been to an amusement park with her parents to celebrate her birthday. On their way home, a drink driver had hit their car head-on. Both her parents were killed instantly. Lily had survived with a broken leg and a lot of bruising. The worst was a severe impact to her head which left her blind. In an instant, her world was tipped upside down and dark.

She was a slender young girl. She was about 4 feet and 2 inches tall and a little under 60 pounds. She was very typical for a third grade girl. What made her stand out was her hair. It was past her shoulders and very straight. She wore it in two schoolgirl pig tails today. Everything about her looked normal except that her hair had been dyed pink. But it did not look weird at all. In fact, Steve thought it added to her beauty. Steve thought that this was the one. The one that he had been dreaming of and planning for. As Lily and the lady from CPS walked up the steps, Steve took a second to rearrange his growing erection before opening the door and letting them into the building.

"Good morning, I am Steve. Welcome to Wilson." Steve touched Lily's shoulder lightly. "You must be Lily. We have been expecting you." Steve kept his hand on Lily's shoulder as he led them into his office and set them in chairs in front of his desk. To everyone at the facility, Steve was blind, but in fact, he had good vision. Steve had been planning for this day for many years. Lily was perfect, and his plan was perfect.

"Lily, I am the welcome person here because I am blind also. In time, you will be able to function just as easily as me." He let his hand slide up into Lily's soft hair and held the side of her head before moving to his side of the desk.

Little Lily had recently been in a big accident, and since then, her life has been dark. Her eyesight was gone all of the sudden, and she didn't have her parents to support her anymore. She was scared and didn't know what to do, but she still stayed strong as she was eventually offered a chance to learn about how to live with her blindness. It was clear she was scared walking around without being to see, but, as long as she held her escort's hand, she couldn't get lost.

Eventually, she did reach the office and looked shocked when she felt something on her shoulder. She wasn't very used to being touched without her knowing it; being blind made it much more surprising to suddenly feel something touch her. "Good morning, Mr. Thank you for offering to help me." She was then led to a chair and sat down in it, just looking in the direction that was forward to her body.

After hearing that the man was blind as well, she looked surprised. "Oh, then you'll be able to help me get used to it, that's really good." She then smiled after feeling him slide his hand up this time since she thought it was just to get a feel for her to make a mental image of her. After she felt his hand move away, she looked around and just felt the chair near her. It was clear that she was scared not to have someone around her anymore as she tightly grasped the chair so she wouldn't move. "S-so what do I need to do for us to start? I didn't get told much about this; I was just told I was going to spend time with someone who would teach me how to get used to my blindness."

"Yes Lily, we have a unique program here. You will receive training on reading braille and lots of vocational type training every afternoon in the school. You will also continue your regular schooling. I see you are in the third grade. You will be our only third grader, so your teacher will work one-on-one with you. You are probably feeling scared right now. That is normal since you had sight and lost it. Many here have been blind since birth." Steve stood up and sat in a chair next to Lily. He reached out and played his hand on Lily's bare knee and patted with his hand up her leg until he found and held her hand in her lap.

"The special part of our program is that we pair most clients with another blind client and live away from campus so the newer client learns to function in real world conditions. Unfortunately, we do not have a female client we can pair you with at the moment. We may have to delay that part for you. We can't pair you with a male client, but you can be paired with a male administrator like myself." Steve gently caressed Lily's hand, which lay in her lap.

Lily listened quietly and smiled after hearing what he said: "Oh, I'm gonna get one on one teaching, that makes me feel special, I'm sure I'm gonna get used to this in no time." Of course, she couldn't help but be scared, but hearing him mention that some people are like this by birth calmed her down a little and rested her hands in her lap instead of clinging onto her chair.

When she felt him patting her leg, his head focused on looking in that direction. She soon felt him take her hand and look forward again. "There's no female clients right now, but I can be paired with someone like you? I-I mean, if you don't mind, I-I don't want to bother you since you have a lot of things to do already, but I would really like to start as soon as possible, so would you have me as your student?"

The man came off as a really nice person to her, and she felt comfortable being around him since he had already seemed to get used to his blindness, so he would probably be able to help her a lot.

"It is a lot of work, and we can't rush your learning. I don't usually teach regular school, but I am qualified. I think I would like to take charge of your complete education and training if you are comfortable with me."

Steve tipped his face towards the CPS worker. "You have something for me to sign? I can take custody of her now." The lady guided Steve's hand with a pen, and Steve signed the document. The lady then said good bye to both of them and left them alone.

Steve again moved his hand to Lily's bare knee and this time let his hand slide to her lap to find her hands. "Lily, one of the first things blind people learn is how to feel what a person looks like. May I show you how we do that?"

Lily nodded and smiled. "I am comfortable with you, you seem like a very nice person. I know you'll help me learn everything I need to know about being blind. I mean, you're so used to it already; it seems I haven't heard you crash into anything yet, and you're walking around by yourself."

She then waited for him to do what he needed to do, and then once she heard his question, she stayed silent for a few seconds, not really sure what he meant but nodding. "OK, please teach me that."

"Well, I will be teaching you more than how to live as a blind person. You are young and need your schooling too. And since you are all alone now, maybe I can help you with growing up. That is what your parents would have done, teaching you about life." Steve chuckled at her comment about not crashing into things. "Well, it's not always easy. I know where the furniture is located in this room. I still do my share of fumbling when I'm around unfamiliar things."

Steve let go of Lily's hands. "OK Lily. Don't be startled. I am going to touch your face and hair first. I will be able to form an image in my brain of what you look like." Steve raised his hands and clumsily touched the sides of Lily's head. He felt her soft hair and her pigtails. "I wish I could see the color of your hair. It feels soft and beautiful," he whispered.

He felt with his fingertips, running them over her ears and then lightly over her face. He felt her tiny nose and her soft lips. Very slowly and halting as he let his fingertips brush over the front of her dress and back to her hands. He already knew but enjoyed feeling that she had not started to develop breasts. "Wow Lily, you are very beautiful."

Lily was surprised a little after hearing what he said, but she knew that had to be the case. It wouldn't matter if she learned to deal with her blindness if she didn't know how to live normally. "OK thank you for helping me that much; I'll do my best to learn." She then looked confused after hearing the next thing he said. "Oh so, you get used to the layout of a room and then you won't stumble around as much as long as nothing moves, that's amazing."

She then felt him let go of her hands and warn her he was about to touch her, and nodded and just stayed quiet while he touched all over her face and hair. It was a little weird to her but, she trusted him and stayed still until he finally took her hands again. "T-thank you, also my hair color is pink; I-I dyed it that color because I thought it looked cute, and my eyes are blue. S-since you can't feel those things, i-is there anything else you want to know about me?"

"I know you will do your best to learn, and I will teach you everything you need to know and train you to be the best you can be." Again Steve chuckled at her comment. "Yes, it's not very nice to rearrange a blind person's furniture." At that, he moved his hands to her sides and tickled the young girls through the thin material of her dress, feeling her skinny torso and feeling his penis begin to stir.

"Pink? Nobody has ever told me they have pink hair. Colors are difficult for blind people to understand. I have a game that helps. We can play it in a few days if you want."

Steve ran his palms up Lily's sides, and his thumbs brushed over her flat nipples. Doing this like it was innocent before he held her by the shoulders. "Of course, I want to know everything about you, but we have lots of time. Believe me, even blind people learn a lot about each other if they share a house." Steve took Lily's hands and put them on his face. "You try now."

"Yep, I'm gonna work really hard and be as good as you when I'm grown up." Lily seemed very excited to live with him now and learn about herself. She was still sad about her parents, of course, but they would want her to grow up and be happy, so she wanted to stay like that. After she continued to explore her body with his hands, she just stayed quiet and still so that she didn't give him a confusing feeling. "Oh, well, I would love to play that game with you. I really like games, and I hope I can do well at it at least."

Feeling her nipples being brushed a little made her shiver for a second, but she didn't think anything of it. Once it was done, and it was her turn to do it, she nodded and started to move her hands, feeling his cheeks and going down to his chin and back up towards his ears.

She was pretty much just copying everything that he was doing to her and smiling after feeling his face. "Your face feels really nice Mr. I bet you you're very, um, what was the word again? handsome? yea, handsome just like what mommy called daddy." She then started to explore the rest of his body, from shoulders down to his feet, however, she was only outlineing him and not doing it like she was supposed to do.

Steve had felt her little body shiver when he brushed over her nipples, and it had sent a shiver down his groin. "Thank you Lily, that is very nice of you to say," he told her after she called him handsome. "I believe you and I will get along very nicely." Steve was silent for a minute as his eyes roamed over her body. He knew he would have to be extremely careful in order to not let her know he could see because he really loved how she looked.

After Lily's hands outline him, he took her hand in his. "In time, you will be able to feel a lot with just a brush of your fingers. That is one of the things I will work on with you." As he turned her to face the door, he brushed her hand lightly across the front of his pants, feeling her hand as it rubbed across his erection. He then stepped them toward the door.

"I think we should get you settled in my home and get you accustomed to the place. By the way Lily, being so young, have you required assistance with things like getting dressed or getting your bath ready, things like that?" Holding her hand with his left hand, he placed his right one behind her and gently pressed her firm butt, guiding her out of the office so he could find a driver.

Lily smiled after she finished outlining his body and felt him take her hands again. "Wow, I really hope I can understand it as well as you, you seem like you're so good at it, I hope I'll be able to feel exactly what you look like when I get better." She then let him move her to face the door, not really focused on the fact that her hand rubbed against something hard since she couldn't possibly tell what part of his body it was.

"OK, I'm ready to go, but please don't let go of my hand. I'm too scared to walk by myself right now. Also, I have needed it before and I'll need it even more now. I-I'm scared I'll fall in the shower and hurt myself. " She then felt him start to guide her out by holding her hand and pushing against her butt, and she just started to walk out with him.

Steve found his driver and had Lily's suitcase put in the car. Steve had noticed that Lily didn't seem to react to his touching her butt or to her hand brushing over his penis. He figured she was just really nervous or that she was too young to have thoughts about boys' bodies. He held her hand gently as he helped her into the back seat of the car. His other hand moved over her body, pretending to be helping her get in without hurting herself and getting her seated properly and her seatbelt in place. Her dress had ridden up her legs, and he made no effort to pull it back in place. The gusset of her pink cotton panties were exposed. The panties were pulled tightly up into her vulva and Steve enjoyed the outline of her kitty lips.

"Are you comfortable Lily?", he asked as he seated himself beside her. Rather than have her find out her dress had rode up her legs, Steve placed their hands into his own lap. Her hands were under his own, and he placed her hand directly over the bulge in his pants.

It was a short drive to Steve's house, and as the driver put Lily's suitcase inside the house, Steve worked to unbuckle Lily's seatbelt. He intentionally fumbled with his hands, making sure to brush his fingers against Lily's panties a couple times before getting her unbuckled. "Sorry about that, I'm not used to taking a seatbelt off another person." Steve helped Lily out of the car, and they walked hand in hand into the house.


A 9-year-old girl with a unique appearance due to her pink-dyed hair, which adds to her innocent charm. She's petite and slender for her age, standing at about 4 feet 2 inches and weighing just under 60 pounds. Despite the recent tragedy in her life, she exhibits remarkable resilience and optimism. She shows trust in adults around her, particularly those who show kindness and understanding towards her condition. Her innocence is highlighted by her lack of awareness regarding inappropriate behavior directed towards her.

Lily smiled after she finished outlining his body and felt him take her hands again. "Wow, I really hope I can understand it as well as you, you seem like you're so good at it, I hope I'll be able to feel exactly what you look like when I get better." She then let him move her to face the door, not really focused on the fact that her hand rubbed against something hard since she couldn't possibly tell what part of his body it was.

"OK, I'm ready to go, but please don't let go of my hand. I'm too scared to walk by myself right now. Also, I have needed it before and I'll need it even more now. I-I'm scared I'll fall in the shower and hurt myself. " She then felt him start to guide her out by holding her hand and pushing against her butt, and she just started to walk out with him.


A confident, assertive, and manipulative woman. She enjoys having control and exercising her power over others. She has a mischievous smile and a flirtatious and playful demeanor. She is accustomed to getting her way and enjoys pushing boundaries. Her actions and attitude convey a sense of self-assuredness and attractiveness.

Maddie fell off of his lap and landed on the ground with a thud. She looked up at him letting out an exaggerated huff, "Hey! That was so mean!" She stood up and puts her hands on her hips. "I should tell my father on you. You're supposed to be teaching me not tossing me around." She put her hand on his chest and pushed him back onto the chair.

Ailor closed his eyes at that. Even now he had to be careful. He had to remember how much of his life Maddie held in her hands.

He was going to hate himself deeply for this. "You left my legs free. And always hands behind or above the head," he said, knowing full well he was going to regret telling her this information. "Never hands in front or on the chair arms like this. I can use the weight of the chair to my advantage. You have to make this uncomfortable, you have to make it tight and you have to make it good. You're not in control of me."

Maddie dropped her hands from her hips and sighed. "This is stupid" She untied him once more pulling his hands behind his back a little angry-like, the flirtations no longer there as she was getting frustrated with the whole situation. She placed the rope in his hand as she wrapped the rope around his chest again, pinning his hands behind his back. She then moved onto his legs and secured that as well. She continued the rope again to the back of the chair and tied the ends together tighter. His free skin pinching slightly as the tightness of the rope. "Is THAT better?" She snapped at him as she rolled her eyes.

"You asked to do this," Ailor said firmly. Even as a cold chill went down his spine when Maddie pulled his wrists behind his back and secured them in place. He felt the coarse rope bite into the skin on his wrists and once twist was enough to tell him that he wasn't getting out of this.

When she continued. It was actually a little concerning how good she was while angry. Her ropework was thorough and intricate. Almost ruthless and cruel. God help anyone who truly pissed her off. No wonder bodyguards had such a high turnover rate.

When she demanded to know if it was better, Ailor struggled in his bonds. His muscles tensing and flexing as he tried to find a give in the rope. He didn't find any. "Apparently so," he said. "Yeah. It unfortunately is. Guess you're a natural."

Maddie stood in front of him and looked down at him smiling. The way the rope held his strong, muscular body in the chair was such a turn on for her. Both because the rope defined his already very defined muscles but also because she had done this. She had bound him up and had all of the control. She crossed her arms full of pride. "Good. See, I can be a badass if I wanted to"

She walked around him slowly admiring her work before stopping in front of him again. "Now, I have a bet for you." She walked back over to the table and picked up a knife before walking back over. "If you can get out of this in an hour, I'll stop treating you like a punching bag. If you can't, I will tell my father what an awful job you are doing and that I want someone else." She bent over slowly placing the knife on the ground. "I'll even leave this here to help you out." she leaned in and whispered in his ear. "good luck" before walking out and going upstairs.

Maddie found her way to the kitchen and grabbed a couple beers sitting on the counter again. Now to wait.

"Wait... what?!" Ailor said. He was locked in this room and now with one hell of a dangerous timeline. He looked down at the knife on the floor and wondered how they hell he was going to get to it. His ankles were bound together and connected to the chair, his wrists were behind his back. There wasn't any way for him to know how much time passed. There wasn't a window in this cell, no clock, just him, a lot of rope and several devices meant only to cause pain and humiliation.

He struggled hard. He twisted in his bonds, pulled his body away from the chair as best as he could and strained with every bit of might he could. In all the time he had, he barely managed to even budge a single thread. He then decided the best course of action was to reach the knife, which meant tipping the chair over. This was going to hurt.

He rocked the chair as best he could, swaying his body weight from the right to the left and repeat. The chair refused to budge at first, then started to move a little, then finally he fell to his side with one hell of a thud. His right side taking the brunt of the fall. Finally a bit of success, the only problem was he fell on the wrong side, and now had to try and roll and shuffle towards the knife Maddie had graciously left for him. Finally, after what felt like hours, he managed to gather the knife in his fingers. The only problem was he heard footsteps outside the cell.

Maddie sat in the kitchen and down the few beers that she had taken out. She looked at her Apple watch and signed. "Okay, this is boring." She hopped up from the counter and tossed the beers into the kitchen staff garbage can. "He can talk himself out of the beers." She walked out of the kitchen definitely feeling the beers that she had drank. She walked back down the stairs and down the hallway. Sliding the bolt, she opened the door and leaned on the doorway placing one hand on her hip. "I thought you were supposed to be some badass bodyguard. If we ever get captured, we're fucked."

She walked over and crouched down behind him, taking the knife from his hands before cutting the rope for him. She walked around him and over to the table setting the knife down on it before turning around and looking at him again. She crossed her arms, irritated, and leaned back on the table. "Seriously though, I should get tell my dad to replace you. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't tell him what a failure you are?"

Ailor grimaced when he saw Maddie walk in. Damnit. He wasn't sure if a full hour had passed but whatever test she gave him and for whatever reason, he'd failed.

"Your father put me in charge to prepare you. The fact you did this proves that what I'm teaching you is working," Ailor said. He couldn't exactly tell her he utterly hated being tied up and gagged. Despised it to his very core. "Plus, my job is to make sure you don't get captured. That I know I will do. No harm is coming over you."

He stood up and straightened, absentmindedly rubbing his wrists were the ropes had bound him. He grimaced again. "I'm sure there's something we can agree on."

Maddie rolled his eyes as he stated that she would be safe. "You can't guarantee that so I wouldn't make promises you can't keep, debt boy" She snapped back at him. She tapped her foot as she thought about her options. She did enjoy having him to boss around and if she gets rid of him the next man might not be as fun so telling her father wasn't even an option for her. Not that he had to know that. Eventually she looked at him and smiled. "You will do everything that I say and not complain and I won't tell my father that you tried to touch me." She smirked as she raised her eyebrow.

"I tried to touch you?" Ailor said, fingers curling into fists. There was something furious behind his eyes as she spoke. His knuckles cracked and for a brief moment he saw red, then he pulled back. Relaxed his shoulders and took a step back.

She had him and honestly he should have known something like this could have happened. She was incredibly manipulative and far more clever than she lead on. "Fine," he said, knowing full well he was going to regret this. "You have a deal; but I still have to keep you safe. That won't change."

Maddie looking at him amused, his anger was entertaining as she knew that there was nothing he could do to her. She was untouchable and she planned to use that to her advantage. "Yeah yeah yeah. Nothing is going to happen to me."

Maddie brushed off the potential of danger as he spoke about accepting the deal but still protecting her. She stood up straight slightly wobblily, the amount of alcohol finally hitting her. She smiled mischievously as she walked over and placed her hand on his chest. "Good boy" She patted his chest before walking out, sliding her hand across his muscular chest as she walked by him. She walked upstairs and heard her father talking from his office. She knew he was leaving for his trip soon as she walked toward the office to go say goodbye.


A disciplined and professional man, given his role as a bodyguard. He values his responsibilities and takes his job seriously, prioritizing the safety of Maddie. He initially appears cautious and careful with his actions, aware of the power Maddie holds over him. Despite his initial reservations, he eventually shows a glimpse of anger, suggesting a strong sense of personal boundaries.

"I tried to touch you?" Ailor said, fingers curling into fists. There was something furious behind his eyes as she spoke. His knuckles cracked and for a brief moment he saw red, then he pulled back. Relaxed his shoulders and took a step back.

She had him and honestly he should have known something like this could have happened. She was incredibly manipulative and far more clever than she lead on. "Fine," he said, knowing full well he was going to regret this. "You have a deal; but I still have to keep you safe. That won't change."