A succubus with an alluring appearance, her body draped in veils over creamy, untouched skin. She has deep blue eyes and a voluptuous figure that radiates seductive charm. Her personality is manipulative yet playful; she uses her enchanting voice and aphrodisiacs to lure unsuspecting targets into her lair. She takes pleasure in the control she exercises over others, especially when turning the tables on those who initially seek to harm her. Despite this predatory nature, she also shows a level of care towards her captives, guiding them gently through their experience with her.

*Thump. Thump. Thump.* The sound of the knocks at the door were the signal for its occupant inside that some new quarry had come to play. She kept the song going, knowing its full effect wouldn't be possible without her continuing until she was fully inside, waiting for the delicious, soothing smell of her aphrodisiac candles to complete the effect. Her song that was escaping from her lips promised warmth; companionship; freedom to have fun. It invited her inside as the wind slowly blew the door open, the readied succubus on the other side.

Some delicately-veiled cloth covered her chest and lower extremities, the mere sight of her creamy, untouched skin promised beautiful companionship. When she saw the strong, gorgeous warrior on the other side, she smiled lovingly at Lysana, waving her inside, backing up a few steps to hide herself in the dim lights while she waited for the warrior woman to enter.

"Come in... close the door behind you... take off your sword... take off your clothes~"

Lysana felt dumbstruck the moment she saw the woman. Her mouth fell open as her eyes drank in every curve that was covered by the creamy unblemished skin. Suddenly she wished to touch her, stroke her and please her. The thoughts themselves did not startle her, but rather how quickly they came on. And how quickly her crotch began to grow moist.

"I was sent..." She mumbled, attempting to think clearly, but the absolutely arousing sent was making it difficult as she clambered in and shut the door behind her, unconsciously unbuckling her sword to let it drop. She would not need it here anyways.

"Signs of... Monster..." She managed to get out as she tried to focus, but her crotch was burning as was her cheeks. Alabaster skin was exposed as she shoved against her shirt, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in it and beginning to show more skin as she pushed it out of the way. "M'sorry, not feeling well... Ma'am, monster..." She tried again. But she didn't want the singing to stop for some conversation. Damn decisions.

The demonness Trysha giggled, grinned and licked over her lips as she watched Lysana begin to take off her clothing almost in front of her. "That's it... close the door, and come here~" she purred playfully, holding up a hand and waving a finger towards herself. The aphrodisiac scent was sweet on the air, and that combined with the song was the bait to lure this beautiful fish further into the chamber. "Come~" The song promised peace, tranquility, and to be in the hands and arms of a grand companion.

It was like an angler fish using its natural light to lure its prey closer so that it could begin to feast, and the feast that Trysha was looking forward to... was some fun in bed. The feast she needed was the sexual energy that she could feel pulsing from Lysana's body, pulsing from her wet loins... she wanted to touch, to taste... to feast.

Lysana felt as though she had been trapped in a dance that she had no choice in becoming apart of. She felt her breath catch in her throat as she stepped forward, eyes nearly glazed over with a certain lust as she drank in the nymph before her. Every curve, every lovely bounce of her bountiful bosom, every word that spilled from her plush lips... Without thinking she began to take down her trousers, peeling them slowly down toned legs as she drifted closer to the woman.

She stepped very close, her hands coming to experimentally run over the pale flesh as something in the back of her mind tried to yank her away and remember the business. But at the moment all she could think of was the way her cunt dripped and pulsated with every step closer she took. And all she could think of was pressing her face into those wonderous breast.

"Monster!" She tried again, gasping. Getting back on track was hard. What had she come here for? It was important...

"There is no monster~" the sultry creature pressed lovingly as the human trotted slowly almost to arm's reach. "There is only you... and I... and now... you are now... mine~" She reached out her hand sultrily, as if offering herself to Lysana freely, inviting her to take her hand and to take her way into her bed. Speaking of which, she slowly climbed up onto the furniture behind herself, knowing soon the spell would be complete and the hunter would soon become the hunted.

"Come to me, then tonight... you will come to me again... and again... until I choose to be done~" she purred seductively to the other young woman. "Come, lay back, and let me show you the pleasures of the world. Heaven and Hell can both be found on Earth... I can take you to them~"

Lysana pressed her lips together, everything seemed to be swimming. Her arousal was becoming even more clear to her as she blindly stepped forward, hands out towards the woman, reaching desperately as it seemed she was the only solution for the everlasting ache in her crotch. She let out a moan without meaning to, and then a gasp as she followed her, crawling up on to the bed.

"Please..." She panted, unsure what she was asking for but knowing the pulsing between her legs was driving her crazy. She laid back, letting the slight muscle beneath her skin ripple as she spread her toned thighs. She shouldn't have been doing this... She felt guilty as she did it. Yet... "I want to know it all! Heaven, Hell, Earth... I want to know it all..."

"Good~ Now, relax... clear your mind, only take in what your body feels... and enjoy~" Ready to begin her own personal feast, Trysha reached down between her legs, her fingers slowly tracing up from the inside of her inner thighs up towards her pussy. Then, her fingers became ruthlessly accurate, slowly tracing over the contours of her lower lips as she pressed her mouth up onto the woman's above. She was her toy, her clay to mold with how she pleased...

"Ah!" Lysana moaned as she felt lips touch against her own and fingers trace between her thighs. Her body jerked as she let out a gasping moan, hips rolling against the hands that touched her, desperately wanting more friction as she seized the hair of the woman with her, pressing herself deeper into a kiss while the other hand moved to take one of the woman's hefty breasts into her hands.

"Oh!" she cried our again as she tossed her head back for a moment, letting out sharp gasp. Everything felt so warm and fuzzy, she was not sure what was happening but she liked it.

As the two began to passionately make out while Lysana was probed so lovingly below, the demonness knew she had the best possible quarry for the occasion and she was looking forward to taking her new pet to her absolute limits. They stayed like this, making out while her fingers roamed over Lysana's pussy for a bit until the demonness stopped moving her hand and broke off the kiss above. "Spread your legs~" she commanded lovingly before starting to crawl down, taking her own garments off as she went.

Once she was fully barren like her new bedmate, she grinned as her eyes scanned over her quarry's luscious loins. Her tongue ran over her lips and she panted with need, heat starting to build in her own body as she observed the wetness of Lysana's. She lowered herself down, moaning lowly as she began to lick away at her lower lips ravenously.


A physically strong and attractive warrior woman with toned legs and alabaster skin. Her body is muscular, hinting at her rigorous training and battles fought. She has a determined personality, evident from her initial intent to hunt down the monster she was sent after. However, she also exhibits vulnerability as she quickly succumbs to temptation, showing an unexpected openness towards exploring her sensuality. Despite her strength and courage, Lysana displays a certain naivety or innocence when faced with the seductive power of the succubus.

As the two began to passionately make out while Lysana was probed so lovingly below, the demonness knew she had the best possible quarry for the occasion and she was looking forward to taking her new pet to her absolute limits. They stayed like this, making out while her fingers roamed over Lysana's pussy for a bit until the demonness stopped moving her hand and broke off the kiss above. "Spread your legs~" she commanded lovingly before starting to crawl down, taking her own garments off as she went.

Once she was fully barren like her new bedmate, she grinned as her eyes scanned over her quarry's luscious loins. Her tongue ran over her lips and she panted with need, heat starting to build in her own body as she observed the wetness of Lysana's. She lowered herself down, moaning lowly as she began to lick away at her lower lips ravenously.

It was as though Lysana knew no better than what was before her. She lightly licked her lips as she watched with great interest as her new lover began to pull the garments away from herself, exposing a beautifully curvaceous and pale body. Perfect skin for Lysana to run her hands over, and as she stared into those deep blue eyes,all she wanted to do was feel this woman on her.

So when she spread her legs and was met with a hot wet tongue on her pussy, she arched her back and let out a cry of pleasure, thrusting her hips against the tongue as her fingers searched to anchor herself somehow. The look on her face was one of absolute bliss, her nethers had never been wetter, sexual fluid spilled out as she shook with pleasure.

"Oh! Oh yes~" She cried out. "Oh more, please!" Her hips and clit twitched in excitement as she ground herself upwards.


A curious and somewhat naive 15 years old teenage boy. He has deep blue eyes and is well-behaved and academically successful. He experiences a mixture of discomfort and excitement when confronted with the attention of an older woman, showing his vulnerability and inexperience in matters of romance or attraction.

Mark watched as she slowly played with the neckline of her blouse, the small surges of sexual excitement that moved through him weren't a new sensation but it definitely wasn't something he was comfortable feeling around his mom and brothers. He began to sweat slightly, feeling a tingle between his legs. He looked away.

Mark's deep blue eyes darted back and forth between his Gameboy and the woman behind them. He kept telling himself to stop looking. This was too strange. He shouldn't attract her attention. But there was something inside him he couldn't control. A male urge that made it impossible for him to ignore her. The truth was he liked the attention. That smile that came across her face when she notice him. He'd never had an older woman look at him that way. He was only fifteen years old after all. There was something exciting about all this.

Slowly, as much as he was trying to fight it, his eyes returned to her.

It wasn't just a matter of seeing the boy squirming... after all, Sindie couldn't see him that well, it was the predator in her sensing what he was going through. Feeling the power she held over young males such as this one gave her such a thrill.

He glanced at her again. *wink* The smile had not yet left her face. She reached for her cell phone and held it up for him to see. He was inside the van, behind the slightly tinted rear window, while she was in full view in her convertible. Even if he didn't read lips, he should be able to make out what she was saying.

"Call me?" What teenage kid nowadays doesn't have his own cell phone, right? So she slowly flashed the requisite number of fingers to give him her phone number, ready to do it again since he might not remember it all in his excited state.

The thought of the boy sitting in the back seat of mom's minivan having a hushed private little chat with her on the phone gave Sindie just the sort of naughty thrill she craved, that she hadn't had in days.

Mark gulped. Every bone of his body was telling him not to do it. But the natural naivety of someone his age and his own boyish curiosity was making it hard to resist. He slowly retrieved his phone from his pocket, almost trembling as he held it in his hands. He looked back up at the woman. Somehow he'd managed to remember the number she'd flashed him. He punched it in on his phone, his thumb poised over the send button. He knew once he pressed it there's be no turning back. Mark was struggling. He didn't know what to do. He knew he shouldn't do it. Any logical person could tell you that. But this was a hot older girl giving him attention. He would kick himself later if he didn't do it.

He looked back at her. He could almost feel a physical tension in his body as he was pulled in each direction by what he was going to do. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and pushed the button as he held the phone up to his ear. It began to ring. "Hello?" he said quietly, hoping his mom would think he was talking to a friend.

Even though Sindie was pretty sure the boy would call, there was always the unexpected. Maybe he didn't have a phone. Maybe his parents restricted its use. Maybe he was gay. Maybe he was afraid his mom would hear. Maybe he was too terrified to dial her number. There were dozens of things that could go wrong. That's why she felt a little jolt of pleasure in her nether regions when she heard her phone ring.

"Hi handsome, thanks for calling. My name's Cindy, what's yours?" Now it was Sindie who felt like squirming in her seat, only she had something teenage boys didn't: self control.

Mark covered his mouth and leaned into the seat, his heart racing when he heard her voice through the earpiece. "It's Mark..." he whispered nervously.

He felt the way one feels when they're climbing up the tallest drop on a rollercoaster. He could feel the nerves building, the butterflies flying all around his stomach, but he knew this wasn't the highest point yet. Things were going to get crazier. He could just feel it.

"Why did you w-want me to call you?"

Oh, the nervousness in his voice, the obvious need to hide what he's doing from his mother... Sindie was getting positively wet now, but her voice remained calm, if a bit playful. "Because, silly, I think you're cute. Hasn't a girl ever wanted to chat with you because you're cute?"

Of course there was more. Not so long ago, this was a girl who couldn't tell a lie without blushing, but now it came so easy to her. "...and because I'm new in town and don't know anybody, so I thought 'what the hell, take a chance' ...so, you live around here?"

Of course he did, being chauffeured somewhere in the family minivan. How pathetic. How thrilling.

"Yeah... I live down by the s-supermarket." Mark was about to tell her where he was getting dropped off but he thought better of it. No need to give a stranger that kind of information. This was weird enough as it was and he didn't want it to get any weirder. He knew he should hang up. He kept telling himself to end the call and pretend this never happened. He just couldn't though.

"I think you're pretty..." he said, almost immediately regretting it. Why would he say that to someone he didn't even know?

"Awww, thank you. That's so sweet. You know, I don't even know where the supermarket is ... like I said, I'm new here. In fact, I just graduated high school in Kansas Wednesday, and here I am to start college in the fall." That was another lie, but Sindie knew the boy couldn't be older than 18, and telling him her real age could frighten him away. "How old are you, Mark?"

"I'm fifteen..." Mark said, glancing over at his mother to make sure she wasn't listening. She wasn't. He looked out the back windshield at her again. He could feel himself getting a bit excited, a bit hard. This was a college girl telling him all this stuff.

Noticing the different buildings around he realized they were getting closer to the mall. It wouldn't be long before they arrived. He didn't want this to end though. He wanted to hear what else she had to say. This whole thing felt wrong, but there was an excitement in that. This was the first truly naughty thing he'd done in his life. He'd always been a well behaved straight A and B student. This was the biggest rush he'd ever felt. Looking out the window, his eyes examined her lips and then her cleavage. He was hoping maybe she wouldn't noticed. The glass was a bit tinted so maybe she wouldn't see. He hoped so anyway.

Fifteen, huh? Sindie wondered if he was telling the truth. If he was really 15, she figured he would lie and say he was at least 17. And if he was lying about being 15, how young did that make him? On the other hand, maybe he was naive enough to tell the truth. That would certainly fit with what she's seen so far.

"Fifteen? Really? That's awesome. You know, I was afraid you might be older, but I really hate older guys, they're all such assholes, you know? I mean, they tell a girl what she wants to hear, then after they get what they want, suddenly she's not so important any more, ya know? You're not like that, are you?"

The car was starting to slow down. They were here. "Uhh... hold on a second..." Mark put the phone down and said goodbye to his mom and brothers as he jumped out of the car and headed into the mall, waiting for them to leave. When they were finally out of sight he put the phone back to his ear. "No... I'm not like that."

His heart was racing and his breathing was fast. He should hang up. He knew he should. But why wasn't he? Mark sat down at a table in the food court, trying not to attract attention. He knew he looked nervous as it was and the last thing he needed was a security guard or something asking questions.


An older woman who takes pleasure in the power she holds over younger males. She has a sense of self-control and playfulness. She exhibits a thrill-seeking and somewhat manipulative nature, engaging in secretive and potentially inappropriate interactions with teenage boys. Her actions suggest a willingness to push boundaries and engage in forbidden experiences.

Fifteen, huh? Sindie wondered if he was telling the truth. If he was really 15, she figured he would lie and say he was at least 17. And if he was lying about being 15, how young did that make him? On the other hand, maybe he was naive enough to tell the truth. That would certainly fit with what she's seen so far.

"Fifteen? Really? That's awesome. You know, I was afraid you might be older, but I really hate older guys, they're all such assholes, you know? I mean, they tell a girl what she wants to hear, then after they get what they want, suddenly she's not so important any more, ya know? You're not like that, are you?"


A submissive individual who is highly attracted to Diana and her unique physical attributes. He enjoys being vulnerable and at the mercy of his partner during intimate encounters. His personality is marked by a willingness to please and an eagerness to explore the sensual aspects of their relationship, even when faced with unconventional situations.

Ethan let out a startled, soft squawk as she pulled his pants and boxers down with a somewhat clumsy but undeniably effective movement, leaving his ass exposed to that very same twilight breeze he had just been thinking about. The cool wind on his warm skin made him shiver. He started to say something, he wasn't even sure what, when she kissed him. It was hot, hard, and blistering but also brief; barely a second before she was nipping his lower lip and jaw. Oh, that was trouble! He had to counter attack!

Before he could figure out how to, her hand left his ass only to come back down with a slap. The flat crack of palm on cheek seemed to sound loud and roll away over the water around them, the gentle waves seeming to spread it rather than interrupt it. "Uhh!" His head went slightly back and before he could stop it, a throaty moan of pleasure slipped from his lips as the sting of his ass and the pleasure of their dicks grinding mixed, "Hhahh, oh, Diana..." Then he sighed and shook his head, "You win, love." He felt a bit of disappointment but it was far outweighed by the pleasing sensations and by the anticipation for what would come next. "You've got the lead. What now, hmm?"

"Now..." She began with a coy smile. "Get on your knees~ You're gonna need some lube for what's next." She said with a fiendish smile, releasing his thigh and ass to reach instead for her pants, tugging at them a bit to let her rather impressive member bound free of her pants, standing tall already as a wet dollop of pre drooled from the tip and onto the boat's deck. "Make sure you use looots of spit, and don't be afraid to finger me while you're down there.~" She licked the dryness from her lips before reaching for the waist of her hoodie, pulling it up and over her head before throwing it to the deck, thankful for the smooth sailing that it wouldn't simply be blown away, left standing in a sports bra with her pants only just pulled down enough to free her member.

Ethan shivered at her command and her tease of what was to come. Which would be both of them, and her probably in his ass at least once. God, that turned him on. She turned him on so easily. "I'll need it," he answered her and licked his lips. He sank down to his knees, keeping his eyes on hers until he was face to face with her cock. Then he focused on it and swallowed. It always looked so big. Because it was pretty damn big. It seemed like it changed sometimes though, bigger or smaller, though perhaps he was imagining it.

He leaned forward as her hoodie went flying through the air to the deck and pressed his lips to the head of her dick in a soft, tender kiss. Ethan brushed his cheek along her length as he moved back along it and dipped lower to bestow a kiss to each of her balls as well. Then he licked back up the underside of her shaft, a slow and long lick from base to tip. His tongue swirled over her head before he moaned and looked up at her, "You're so beautiful, so sexy, and I... I love your cock so much, as much as any part of you."

He opened wide then and took the first third of her length into his mouth. He moaned around her, tongue licking and rocking against her underside as he started to suckle and then slurp on her unnatural member. His head started to bob up and down, up and down, with the same rhythm as the sway of their boat. Each time he came down, he took a little more cock into his mouth until she was soon pressing against the back of his throat.

Diana set a hand atop Ethan's head, letting her fingers rake into his hair as she dragged her nails along his scalp. The sensation of his lips at her tip like greeting a lover was oh so sweetly titillating. She herself hadn't paid much attention to the adjusting size of her member, hell, she paid little more attention to it than as a means to find pleasure. When she first was bestowed with the "curse", she'd seen it as a sort of prize for her efforts. It was like a lurid badge of honor. "That's a good boy, get it nice and wet, enjoy my flavor." She mused as his tongue dragged along her thick cum-vein. "My sexy little he-vixen, hungry for my meaty prick~" It was such a bizarre relationship that the two of them shared. Sure there were couples that got into pegging, and sure there were gay men, but for a couple to have the option of both was certainly outside of the norm. Both her cock and her pussy were perfectly functional, her balls producing thick, virile seed as her womb carried an abundance of eggs, ready to be impregnated. There was a benefit to having both a prostate and a g-spot of course, whenever she received anal, at just the right angle, Ethan's thrusts could stimulate both erogenous zones resulting in a pleasure unheard of to many.

As Ethan's mouth began to take in her member, her shaft resting on his tongue, guiding her in along his mouth, she hissed with pleasure, rewarding his efforts with a fresh, salty glob of her pre, depositing itself on his tongue only to me smeared against the back of his throat the deeper he took her. Watching him obediently suckle on her newfound manhood drew up a rather intense dominant desire. The grip of her hand in his hair balled into a fist as she pulled him against her, trying to work her prick past his uvula and into his soft pallet and esophagus. "That's a good boy, take it deep now~ Get all that sticky throat-slime on my prick. I want you to gag on it." She practically growled out.

Damn, Ethan loved her dirty talk! It added a bit more spice to everything. Which was saying something given how spicy it was already! He shivered as he both felt and tasted her pre; a thick dollop right on his tongue. He only had a fraction of a second to taste it, though. Then Diana was driving the swollen head of her thick, long, meaty prick against the back of his throat. He made a choking, gagging sound and his eyes teared up as she took a fistful of his hair and pulling him to her to force her cock past the back of his mouth and into his throat. His neck visibly bulged and he moaned as best he could with her dick muting him.

She could be so dominant now too. Was it a change or just the way she'd always been but with a cock she felt better about showing it? He trembled under the assault on his throat. He felt so vulnerable and at her mercy... and he kind of loved it. He continued to suckle on her shaft as best he could and his tongue fluttered and pressed on the underside of her monster.

Ethan's hands moved to slide up her legs. His left stroked her inner thighs as the right slid up further until he felt the wet heat of her pussy. Just the fingertips slid over her lips in a teasing caress. Then he touched her more firmly, starting to stroke and pet her sex. It was almost cheating in a way, but she had both sets of sex organs and they were both gorgeous and perfect. So why not service both of them?


A sexually dominant individual with both male and female sex organs (futanari), possessing an impressive member and fully functional female genitalia. Her personality is marked by confidence, assertiveness, and a strong desire for control during intimate encounters. She enjoys teasing her partner and engaging in dirty talk to heighten the experience.

Damn, Ethan loved her dirty talk! It added a bit more spice to everything. Which was saying something given how spicy it was already! He shivered as he both felt and tasted her pre; a thick dollop right on his tongue. He only had a fraction of a second to taste it, though. Then Diana was driving the swollen head of her thick, long, meaty prick against the back of his throat. He made a choking, gagging sound and his eyes teared up as she took a fistful of his hair and pulling him to her to force her cock past the back of his mouth and into his throat. His neck visibly bulged and he moaned as best he could with her dick muting him.

She could be so dominant now too. Was it a change or just the way she'd always been but with a cock she felt better about showing it? He trembled under the assault on his throat. He felt so vulnerable and at her mercy... and he kind of loved it. He continued to suckle on her shaft as best he could and his tongue fluttered and pressed on the underside of her monster.

Ethan's hands moved to slide up her legs. His left stroked her inner thighs as the right slid up further until he felt the wet heat of her pussy. Just the fingertips slid over her lips in a teasing caress. Then he touched her more firmly, starting to stroke and pet her sex. It was almost cheating in a way, but she had both sets of sex organs and they were both gorgeous and perfect. So why not service both of them?

Diana's breath fluttered as her lover's hands slipped between her thighs. She shivered, biting her lip as a a moan left her throat, her brow arching as his fingertips found her womanhood. Her lips were glazed with a sticky gloss of honey, coating his digits as then ran along her sensitive folds. She had to keep up... Diana raised a hand up, pinching Ethan's nose as the hand tangled in his hair pulled him toward her in a rough display of dominance, forcing every inch of her into his esophagus, pinning him there for a moment before finally releasing both his hair and nose, her hips drawing back to slip her pick out of his hot, slimy throat.

Her cock was throbbing, dripping with Ethan's saliva and her own pre. Her balls tightened for a moment as that length bobbed in time with her heartbeat. "That's enough lube. Present yourself to me." She practically growled, her eyes half lidded with an almost animalistic desire tainting her expression. Even as she idly waited for him to heed her command, she raised her sportsbra to release her breasts, teasing her fingertips over one of her own stiffened nipple.


A man who can be easily surprised, but is open-minded and willing to step out of his comfort zone. His initial apprehension about having his nails painted and makeup applied shows he's not typically inclined towards traditionally feminine activities. However, his willingness to participate suggests an adaptable nature. He's affectionate and physically responsive to Lilliane, implying a deep attraction and connection with her. His facial hair indicates a more traditional masculine appearance, which contrasts with the feminine makeover he receives. The fact that he follows Lilliane's instructions without much protest implies a submissive side or at least a high level of trust in her. Finally, his reaction to Lilliane's revelation about her past hints at a potential surprise or lack of awareness regarding this aspect of her life, suggesting either naivety or lack of communication on deeper topics in their relationship.

James looked to her and saw a smile spread across her lips to what he'd said. She continued to work feverishly. It had been a few minutes since they'd said anything. He'd gotten caught up in the movie and not been paying attention and she was having her fun. He'd heard her comment saying it was very pretty he didn't know if she was talking about his nails or the polish. He was scared to look at the transformation of his hands.

He felt her hold his hands up he slowly looked over and was astonished. His hands looked so feminine now. A very feminine rose red with a pretty accented sparkly coating. His eyes widened "You really went the whole nine yards huh? It's definitely girly." He told her. She looked very happy. What she had said next made him feel a bit obligated "Are you asking to do my makeup? I mean wouldn't my facial hair get in the way? I just don't..." he responded. His mind was still wrapping itself around his very red very feminine nails. She looked to be enjoying herself quite a bit. "I... fine. Do you want me to go shave for you? Or do you want to do that too?" He asked her.

Yet again Lilliane was astonished by her husband's response. He was going full simp mode today! She excitedly sat up a little more in her seat, putting down the glitter nail polish on the table before bringing her hands up to cup her husband's face, rubbing his stubble gently with her hands. "You're going to look so hot when I'm done with you." She pulled his face closer to hers, giving him a sweet peck on his lips before releasing and jumping to her feet. She grabbed her wine and chugged the final of it eagerly before bobbing up and down on her toes with excitement, "You shave while I decide what color eye shadow I'm going to use on you!"

James watched as she set down the polish and grabbed his face. She was quick to sit up looking perkier by the second. The sensation of her hands running his stubble felt good, he loved feeling her hands on his face. His eyes widened and his eyebrows lifted in reaction to what she said. In one motion she had pulled him in for a kiss, and then jumped up ready to go get ready for their little one on one. He watched her down her wine and scurry off ordering him as she left the room.

He turned until he sat straight and looked down examining his hands. There was no way they were his, it had ultimately embarrassed him a little. He was beginning to think that maybe this was going too far. She was enjoying this way too much. He felt like her own personal Barbie. Even with his worries he did as she planned and went into the bathroom and started to shave. His face was hairless in a minute or so and it was as smooth as ever. He wiped his face and made sure it was as dry as possible. He then walked back out to the living room to rejoin Lilliane. Once again he took his place on the couch.

It was amazing how long it had taken Lilliane to decide what makeup to put on him. First she had to hunt down her lighter foundations so that they might actually fit his skin tone. Then she had to find the right contour and eye shadow palettes for the style she was wanting. Moral of the story, it took her quite some time before she had finally returned to the living room, her arms full of many things. How could women really need that much stuff for one face of makeup?

Seeing that he had taken up a place on the couch again, his face nicely shaved now, she grinned happily at him and bounced on over. "Sorry that took so long. I had decide what colors suit you." The tan skinned girl then placed her massive haul of makeup on the couch next to him. Next, she swing her leg over his and shifted to sit her thin body on his lap, straddling him so she could get to his face easier. Those brown eyes twinkled as she gazed at her husband's face, leaning over to peck his cheek softly. After this affectionate kiss, she gathered up her container of primer, holding it for him to see. "This is primer. It fills in your pores and makes your face look flawless under foundation." She nodded at her education lesson before pushing some onto her hand and going to gently spread it all around his face.

James watched her as she playful strolled into the living room her hands filled with cosmetics. He nodded to her reasoning for taking a bit longer. He wondered what colors she had chosen that would suit him. "You really are enjoying this aren't you?" He asked her. His eyes followed as she placed the items down on the couch beside him. She gracefully straddled herself across his lap. He looked up to her face and smiled. His hands found their way onto her hips and then down around to her ass. He could feel his blood beginning to flow to his groin.

Anytime she had taken that position on him there was an immediate reaction to her. His eyes had locked to hers and they gazed into each others eyes for a moment before she kissed his cheek. He squeezed her bottom a little and gave her a cheeky grin. She now leaned down and gather up one of the many items she had. She held it in front of him and explained it's use. She nodded, he watched as she applied it to her hand and began to apply it onto his face. He had to admit it was an oddly nice sensation having her fingers gliding over his face.

As his hands made their way to her hips and then her ass, Lilliane giggled gently, continuing to stroke the primer into his pores as she teased, "I figured that if I sat like this, you wouldn't mind so much what I was doing to your face." She did her little nose scrunch, poking the tip of his nose playfully. She then leaned over to her pile of items, dropping the primer down and then picking up her eye shadow palette.

She leaned back a little bit, using his arms and hands to hold her into his lap as she examined his face, clicking her mouth thoughtfully. Finally she had decided and put her brush to the palette, going to begin putting a nice plum powder to his upper lids. "Close your eyes." She seemed to whisper the words softly, as if trying to sooth him.

The playfulness of her giggle made James giggle in return. Her nose scrunched like she had always done. It was one of the many things she did that he'd loved she did. She tapped the tip of his nose and then leaned over for another item. He watched her as she now picked up the item and leaned back against his arms to look at his face a bit better. She looked at his face like she was painting on a canvas and making sure she was following her artistic vision. She picked up a brush and told him to close his eyes. She had done so quite soothingly. He gently closed his eyes as she had asked. He soon felt the bristles of the brush gently going over his eye lids.


A playful and energetic woman, full of life and excitement. Her tan skin shows she enjoys spending time outdoors. She has twinkling brown eyes that reflect her vibrant spirit. She's very hands-on, expressing affection through touch. Her artistic skills indicate a creative side, whether in choosing makeup colors or seeing her husband as an exciting canvas for her creativity. This adventurous streak is further evidenced by her past experiences with women, suggesting an open-mindedness to exploring different aspects of sexuality. Her teasing nature and ability to take control hint at a confident personality who enjoys being the center of attention and isn't afraid to push boundaries.

The playfulness of her giggle made James giggle in return. Her nose scrunched like she had always done. It was one of the many things she did that he'd loved she did. She tapped the tip of his nose and then leaned over for another item. He watched her as she now picked up the item and leaned back against his arms to look at his face a bit better. She looked at his face like she was painting on a canvas and making sure she was following her artistic vision. She picked up a brush and told him to close his eyes. She had done so quite soothingly. He gently closed his eyes as she had asked. He soon felt the bristles of the brush gently going over his eye lids.

The man's artistic wife waited for him to close his eyes before bringing the brush to his kids and rolling it's bristles in very small, soft circles across his kids. Lilliane would pick one color and paint both eyes, then choose another color and repeat the process, wanting to give him a nice affect of complimentary, calm colors. All the while his eyes were closed, he could hear her quietly clicking her mouth in thought. "You have such nice lashes."

Finally it had seemed she had finished the eye shadow and was moving onto liner. She gently brought the tip of her liquid liner to his lid, it's cold tip pressing against his line of eyelashes. She worked quietly for a moment, contemplating the process as she did. Just as she was finished and satisfied with the shape of one of his eyes, she paused to swap over to his other eye, saying very casually, "Did I ever tell you that I used to mess around with girls before we met?" What a very nonchalant way to bring up something that was sure to be a little startling.


A tall, dirty blonde young man with an amiable personality. He's intelligent, having been a top student in college, and is now pursuing law school. He appears to be polite and kind-hearted, as he tries to make a good impression on his new neighbor and offers her support when she's nervous about their date.

Johnathan Thomas or just Johnathan as he was normally called had moved into town not that long before, he had been going accepted only a handful of months before, into a grad school that was in town to study law. He had been a great student in college, getting the best grades of anyone in his class, and had moved cause his school had no law school attached to it. So he was new in town, the tall dirty blonde young man, had moved into apartments and had most everything set up, and just needed to get a few more things for his place.

He was in the local supermarket getting those things when he noticed something. He had figured that he would just get the things that he wanted and head home, getting the last of his things set up. He didn't expect to see a woman that was as beautiful as the blonde he had noticed at the store. He looked at her for a moment, not sure if he should or should go over and say anything to the blonde. A smile did form on his lips as he decided to take a shot, the worst thing that could happen was to be shot down.

Johnathan walked up the short blonde woman and tapped her on the shoulder, "well, hello, I am new in town, and I was wondering if I could get some help with directions," he said, he sure he came across as a idiot or dumb, and he halfway wouldn't be surprised that she would just brush him off, but he had to find a way to break the ice and it was true, he still was learning his way around town, and could use help. Still, it was a way to at least get the ball rolling as it were.

Setsuko had grown up in the town. She took interest in astronomy at a young age and had been studying it every chance she had. She had been at the college for a few months already and she had grown into a beautiful woman. She wore a pink shirt with a matching pink miniskirt, she had nothing else to wear seeing all her other clothes were being washed. She had been buying some groceries when she was tapped on the shoulder. It caused her to jump a bit and she turned around to see Johnathan, she relaxed and smiled a bit shyly "Oh, hello... umm... sure I can help you with directions, are you looking for somewhere in particular?"

Johnathan smiled as he saw that the blonde pink clad female had noticed his tap on her shoulder. Looking at the blonde more closely he really could tell that this woman was a knockout as it were. He nodded his head, "Yes, well, I just got into town, and I am trying to figure out where East Commerce street is, I am going to grad school, but sadly, I haven't been able to figure out where the school, I am going to is located at," he said giving a smile as well, feeling a bit awkward, but in need of help, and hoping that the beautiful woman could help in some way. He blinked as he thought of something else he had forgotten, and reached out his hand. "By the way, my name is Johnathan, or just Johnathan, either way works with me," he said softly as he reached his hand out to shake the blonde's hand.

Setsuko would stare to the hand then back up to him "Umm... I got to the gradschool as well... ermm... follow me" she grabbed her groceries and walked out of the store. As she walked she lowered her head a bit as she carried the bag filled with food, she looked back to make sure he was following and kept walking. When they arrived she looked to him "Umm... this is it, the administration building is over there" she pointed to a large blue building and bowed before walking to the dorms. She found her room and placed the bag down and lay on her bed. She didn't have a room mate right now and she didn't like it, she stared at the ceiling and sighed.

Johnathan looked at the blonde and walked with her to the administrative office. As he got to he building he gave the blonde a warm smile,"thank you very much for all of the help," he said with a kind tone before walking away from the blonde woman. He figured that odds were he wouldn't see the beautiful blonde ever again, which was sad but a fact of live as it were.

Yet after his meeting he found out something nice, he had a lot of good classes that semester. He returned home and knocked on the door of his new neighbor not knowing it was the woman he had seen and gotten help from earlier that day.

Setsuko heard a knock at her door and stood and walked over. When she opened the door she saw Johnathan and blinked "H-hello again Johnathan, ummm... did you need something?" She was in her pyjama's now, she had her dinner and bathed already. It was about 6PM now and the sun was setting. She looked him in the eyes and couldn't help but to be lost in them.

Johnathan looked up and smiled as he noticed the same woman that he had seen earlier when he had gone grocery shopping, the blonde. He still hadn't had the name of the woman, but if was more then a bit nice to be able to figure out that the bombshell lived so close to where he lived at. He smiled as he heard her voice, and shook his head, "nope, I don't really need anything, I was just curious actually. You see I live right over there," he said pausing for a moment as he pointed over to his door and then looked back at her, "So, I was mostly wanted to see whom lived around me, and wanted to introduce myself to my new neighbors," he said with a smile as politely as possible, wanting to make a good impression with her.

Setsuko pushed her hair behind her ears and said "Umm... well... y-you are at the end so... I-I guess your only neighbor for now i-is me" she tried to keep a straight face. However that seemed to fail quickly as her cheeks turned red and she became more nervous and bit her lower lip. She then pulled him in and closed the door and said "Umm... s-sorry but um... you're very handsome... will go on a date with me?" she bowed her head low, embarrassed with her self.

Johnathan looked at her as she talked, and blinked, and then nodded his head, she was right, she was his only neighbor, a fact he didn't mind one bit actually. He blinked as he was pulled into her room and asked out on a date by the beautiful blonde woman. He smiled at the comment though, not replying for a moment, and took his fingers and tilted her head up so she was looking at him once again. "Well, honestly, I was going to figure out of you were single, and then if you were was then going to ask you out, so this saves me a lot of time actually," he said with a warm smile, "of course, I would like to go out on a date with you."

Setsuko got excited and hugged him tightly, then blushed and stepped back "S-sorry... I've just... never been on a date before" she spoke the truth. She bit her lower lip a bit, she had no idea what to do. She became more nervous and a bit fidgity. She looked into his eyes again and started to calm down, there was something about him that made her feel safe. She wanted to hug him and kiss him but why? She just couldn't figure out why she felt this way about this guy. She then started to feel wet, she became more embarrassed now.

Johnathan looked at the blonde as she was rather nervous, of course, normally he wouldn't of figured she hadn't of been on a date before, but from her nervousness and her expressions, he could tell in fact she was very much telling the truth. He gave her a calmly look, feeling she needed support in calming down, and he wanted to help the blonde, she was a sweet girl, and a good person from everything he could tell about her since the moment he had meet her not that long before this moment. He smiled as he leaned in and hugged her gently in his arms, holding her loosely in his strong embrace, "Well, I haven't been on to many myself, so it is all good, I am sure it will go well," he said calmly.


A short, beautiful blonde woman with an interest in astronomy. She appears shy and somewhat nervous, especially when it comes to dating and meeting new people. Despite her shyness, she's able to muster the courage to ask Johnathan on a date. Her vulnerability creates a sense of innocence about her, making her endearing and relatable.

Setsuko got excited and hugged him tightly, then blushed and stepped back "S-sorry... I've just... never been on a date before" she spoke the truth. She bit her lower lip a bit, she had no idea what to do. She became more nervous and a bit fidgity. She looked into his eyes again and started to calm down, there was something about him that made her feel safe. She wanted to hug him and kiss him but why? She just couldn't figure out why she felt this way about this guy. She then started to feel wet, she became more embarrassed now.


A petite and naturally small woman, with a body that fits snugly against the pool's edge. Her wide-eyed expressions reveal an innocent allure, yet her actions betray a dormant sensuality waiting to be provoked. She possesses an adventurous spirit, unafraid of exploring new experiences or pushing boundaries in the throes of passion. Despite her initial surprise at Damian's assertiveness, she quickly adapts and even finds pleasure in their intense encounter. Her adaptability and open-mindedness hint at a strong character capable of handling unexpected situations with grace.

Melody squeaked in surprise as she was pushed back against the pool, her arms spreading out to hold the edge on either side of her torso. The cold cement lip of the pool dug into her back but she had no time to shift as Damian was pushing between her legs and had her pinned to the side of the pool.

She couldn't suppress the loud moan of pleasure and surprise as his cock pushed inside of her in one move. She hadn't had sex in a long time and was naturally small so it was a tight fit which made her moan all the louder at the stretch of him sliding in to the hilt. Her heels tried to find purchase on his hips and dug into his lowered swim shorts as her head tilted back in pleasure.

"Why..." Melody gasped, "didn't you?" she asked. Her body moved gently in the water against him, her breasts bobbing along in the water as she held onto the wall of the pool tightly so that she wouldn't slide down.

"Ughhhhhhhh..." Damian hissed as his cock penetrated her; she was far smaller then he was used to, which made it harder to force his way in. Still, he grunted with effort; the uncertain purchase of the pool floor, his hands on the wall, and the water itself didn't help, but he was insistent as he thrust into her. He grinned at Melody's question; it was one made out of lust, and not rational thought.

Not that he wouldn't answer her. "Fuck." He said, continuing to thrust into her as he spoke. "I wanted you all to myself. Didn't think tugging you into the supply closet..." He moaned. "...ripping your bikini off, and fucking you until you screamed in pleasure would do us much good." His grin grew crooked. "Especially with people swimming nearby..."

The image was hot, though, if unrealistic, and his eyes went hot with lust, boring holes into her if that were possible. "I'll bet you would've liked that. Being stripped and claimed in front of everyone. Making you mine..." Oh, this girl was putting dirty thoughts into his head... and dark ones, too, as he wondered what she'd feel like under the water, sucking him...

He was probably the biggest Melody had ever had sex with, the awkward angle and the slippery walls of the pool made it that much slower as he wedged inside of her. The feelings of being stretched and filled was exceptional and she moaned loudly as he did. Her legs moved to wrap around his waist as best she could but her legs kept slipping from around him because of the water.

The unrealistic scenario of him shoving her into the supply closet and fucking her was very hot at this moment in time and she felt herself get even more excited. Even though she never would have done something like that it was very sexy to think about and she licked her lips, "oh yes," she moaned in answer.

Despite being tight, she clenched even more around his invading length and her hips jerked into his with the pleasurable feelings he was giving her. Her fingers slipped on the wall and she clenched them even tighter before giving up and wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he fucked her.

The only sounds exchanged between them were animistic groans in tandem with the splashing water; Damian kept her on him for a while, using the wall as minimal leverage to pin her body against. Still, her falling into the water made him smirk, and he backed up, looking down on her darkly as they moved away from the wall.

"Hope you can hold your breath..." He teased before grabbing her arms, making her let go of him as he pushed her into the water. His hands found purchase on her hips and he shoved himself back into her, fucking her as she was under the water, slapping into her hips over and over. Melody could float up if she wanted to, but she'd be on her own.

"Fuck." He said when she re-emerged, and he grabbed her hair. "I can do anything I want to you..." And after she had barely a moment to take a breath after a few thrusts underwater, Damian yanked her head under the water, pulling it towards his member as he felt the tip of his cock brush against her lips...

He was getting some dark, dark urges he wanted to do to her, all alone on the last day of their working at this pool...

It caught Melody off guard when he suddenly pushed away from the wall with her and then pushed her down into the water. She instinctively went to take a breath and caught herself just before she breathed in water. She couldn't help the moan as he started to fuck into her once again and her eyes started to sting as the water burned them. Just as she was about to float up and take a breath he hauled her out of the water and grabbed her hair.

She coughed and spluttered and looked at him slightly wide eyed as he mentioned doing anything he wanted and a lick of thrilling fear crawled up her spine. What exactly he had planned she didn't know but she now knew it wasn't going to be just fucking her against the wall of the pool.

She gasped when he yanked her under water and then brushed his cock against her lips, Melody parted them instinctively as the head brushed her mouth and bubbles floated to the surface as her breath was forced out of her by his first thrust. She closed her eyes tightly and her legs thrashed as he held her under.

This was getting much more intense then she had planned and yet her body was as aroused as ever.

There was something primal, intense, and exciting about feeling her struggle under the water. The way her legs thrashed, feeling her lips and tongue tightening around his manhood. Knowing he could deprive her of something so basic, seeing the bubbles of air float to the surface as his cock surged with pleasure, excited him in a dark, dark place...

And Damian wanted more of it. As much as her body would give him. He held her under as long as he dared, and then yanked her up, glowering at her as she splashed to the surface. "Mmmm." he smirked, giving her just enough time to catch a breath before he pulled her back down, her mouth around his cock again.

He fucked her face under the water, his balls slapping her chin in the water, his hips hitting her face. Close to a minute, and Damian pulled her up again... he was so close, and she was struggling so much...

"Take all of me, you fucking whore." He hissed, and then she was submerged again as he took her mouth under the water, not caring if she took in water, or couldn't breathe, until he finally finished in her mouth. She'd feel a surge of cum down her throat, and feel the misty strands of cum in the water as he spurted at her face, under the water, holding Melody down until he was done...

Melody had started banging her hands on his thighs right before he pulled her up above the water and she gasped for breath. Her eyes were blurry from the water and her throat burned from the lack of air, the chlorine of the water, and from his cock. She squealed as he yanked her down and shoved his cock once more into her mouth.

She sucked in water and sputtered under water as he fucked her face, his balls slapping her chin and hips slamming into her face disorienting her. Through all of this her pussy started to throb in arousal, even as her legs attempted to scrabble against the bottom of the pool and her hands pushed ineffectively against his hips. She started to feel dizzy as he pulled her up again and she spluttered once above water.

Melody was so busy coughing and spitting as she sucked in air that she didn't hear the words he said before he pushed her back under. She tried not to suck in water this time and snorted bubbles as his cock slamming into her throat, her hands struggled against his thighs but grew slightly weaker as he held her under for longer and longer as he fucked her mouth. When he started to come such gagged and it came up threw her nose even as some went down her throat. She choked and gagged, sucking in water as well as cum, and her eyes squeezed tight as she felt light headed. Her body so aroused she was sure if she had been above water she would be dripping thick cream from between her thighs.


A large and physically dominant man, his size intimidating compared to Melody. He carries a predatory grin that often flashes across his face, revealing an assertive and controlling personality. His actions are driven by lustful desires and dark fantasies, showing a deep-seated thrill for power play. Despite the primal instincts driving him, he shows an understanding of Melody's responses, indicating an inherent sensitivity beneath his rough exterior. He's unapologetically bold in expressing his sexual dominance and enjoys pushing boundaries to satisfy his intense cravings.

There was something primal, intense, and exciting about feeling her struggle under the water. The way her legs thrashed, feeling her lips and tongue tightening around his manhood. Knowing he could deprive her of something so basic, seeing the bubbles of air float to the surface as his cock surged with pleasure, excited him in a dark, dark place...

And Damian wanted more of it. As much as her body would give him. He held her under as long as he dared, and then yanked her up, glowering at her as she splashed to the surface. "Mmmm." he smirked, giving her just enough time to catch a breath before he pulled her back down, her mouth around his cock again.

He fucked her face under the water, his balls slapping her chin in the water, his hips hitting her face. Close to a minute, and Damian pulled her up again... he was so close, and she was struggling so much...

"Take all of me, you fucking whore." He hissed, and then she was submerged again as he took her mouth under the water, not caring if she took in water, or couldn't breathe, until he finally finished in her mouth. She'd feel a surge of cum down her throat, and feel the misty strands of cum in the water as he spurted at her face, under the water, holding Melody down until he was done...


An immortal wizard, with an air of mystery and a demeanor that hints at centuries of experience. He carries himself with the confidence and authority befitting his magical prowess. He's pragmatic and serious, often taking charge in situations due to his vast knowledge and understanding of magic. Despite his stern exterior, he shows moments of consideration for Lydia's comfort, indicating a level of empathy beneath his typically stoic facade. His patience in explaining complex magical concepts also shows a potential aptitude for teaching.

Thomas palmed his face. "Calm thyself, damnation! I warned you, I told you, you were in my domain and in my sway. Had it been any other mage, wizard, bloodliner, or worse, you would be in far worse sorts than in a warm bed, fully dressed, sleeping alone!" he said, his own fury rising as the books simply stopped in the air. "I did not want to deal with mortals with death and threats of fear and horror, but it seems there is little recourse with you!" he picked up his wand. "You will calm yourself!" he said, though her desires would not change, at least they would be of a blessedly lower key.

Lydia blinked once when he pointed his wand at her and when he demanded she calm herself she felt rage well up inside her. "Who do you think you are?" She almost shouted at him shooting to her feet in front of Thomas her hands on her hips and a glare on her face. "You think you can just tell people to stop being emotional and expect it to happen!" The thought that struck her next almost knocked the wind out of her and she fixed him with an accusing stare. "That's what you did to me last night isn't?" She demanded, completely unaffected by the compulsion this time.

Thomas blinked. "Hm." he said, in thought. "This is worse than initially thought." he said, "But you must listen to reason, then. Someone with the education you have must be aware of the witch trials." he said, walking to a book. "As time has passed, magic has fallen into the background, the shadows. For a reason. Back then, fire was the worst they had." he turned the pages. "Now we have dragon overlords, with spells and powers that would make one's skin crawl. While you..." he held up the book, an image of a mushroom cloud there. "Didn't need magic for power like that. Should these two worlds clash, there will be dire consequences. Ones that all magical beings must work to prevent. You might not open the war alone, but you might play a part. So I cannot allow you to leave."

Lydia remained silent through his explanation and it galled her that his reasoning was sound but that still didn't give him the right to imprison her. "I suppose it makes sense that I can't go blabbing about." She said a touch grouchy. "But if you let me go I would take the secret to the grave with me... I'd... I'd even abandoned my studies." She said gloomily. "Plus you can't keep me here forever my family would worry!" She was raking her brain for any argument that would allow her to escape this mess.

Now that she was starting to calm down more of the discussion was filtering through. She pursed her lips thoughtfully. "You said you'd be returning to your home. Where exactly might that be? Isn't this..." She waved a hand around. "Your home?" She inquired unable to hide a slight grimace. Most people didn't reside in hidden basement lairs.

Thomas grunted. "I need to keep an eye on you, at least until you sign a properly binding contract. Please understand it is a matter of protocol. Either I silence you with binding contract, kill you, or I take you into the world." he said, "The last one might suit you well." he said, as he looked through the book. "There is something about you... In any case, I am sure there is an excuse we can make. I can pay you for your time, if you become my apprentice. And no. This is not my home." he said. "Now make your decision—Leave this world, and anything it might hold... Or walk in the shadow."

Several things went through Lydia's mind at this sudden offer. The first was to immediately balk at the idea of abandoning everything she knew for some unknown world and essentially a life with a stranger. The second thought was other than her mother and father... what was she leaving behind. She had no partner, her work was constantly ridiculed, the only person who had supported it had been her Grandmother and she had passed away. Then in rapid succession she thought of ways to tie up loose ends in her life and before she knew it she realized she was actually prepared to accept his offer. She frowned in thought and finally spoke. "IF I agree to go with you and be an apprentice... is there a way to... make my life here disappear?" She asked, if she never existed in the first place her parents would have nothing to miss. It sounded like a harsh solution and she felt a pang of guilt but the idea of going someplace where her research had meaning was too tempting after all these years of searching and death didn't really appeal to her as a choice.

"If you can make that happen... I will go with you without fighting." She promised with a very serious expression. "And no funny business on your part." She declared with a sudden teasing smile.

"There is, in fact, a way. We will sever your ties to them with a simple homunculus and a ritual to make it similar to you. I will need your outerwear." Thomas said, "And then we will dress it and send it up—where it will die. You will take a new name, and work under, live under it. Your real, full name, must be a secret. Even from me. To remain safe, you see." he said, making no motion to leave the room.

Lydia followed about half of what he said up until he asked for her clothing. "Uh..." She felt a warm flush creep up her neck. "I... don't have any other clothing to wear if I give you these. My supplies were only for one day so I didn't include a change of clothing." She explained rubbing her arm in an embarrassed sort of manner and making no move to remove her clothes. "As for my name, I never gave you my real name. I did my research. I used my Grandmother's name." She stated with an impish smile.

"Good." he paused. "Ah. Well. You see, you will need to lose the inhibitions regarding clothing, and lack thereof. Many rituals require you to wear less than this, in the open air. Some might require the sacrifice of currently worn items. Things like that. The name I gave you is something of a nickname—Thomas Ever Last, for my immortality and my total and complete lack of luck." he shrugged. "There is always the mundane method of pretending to die. But this is a good first lesson in magic."

Lydia's blush deepened. "I've read about those types of rituals but... but..." She spluttered floundering for a reason that made sense. "Please don't make me..." She finally said in a tiny voice. "It's been a very stressful 24 hours and getting mostly naked in front of a strange guy... that is just too much for me right now." She crossed her arms in front of her subconsciously taking on a defensive posture. "I'm mean... I'm definitely willing to hand these ones over but isn't there something I could wear for now..." She almost sounding as if she were pleading with him to understand.

Thomas relented, finally. "Very well." he said, looking through his things. "My apologies. Being alive as long as I have erodes some... social mores." he said, handing her a beautiful gold and red robe. "Please understand—I did not enjoy what happened yesterday. It left me feeling like I was covered in grease. I apologize." and with that, the door shut gently.

Letting out the breath she was holding, Lydia held the robe in front of her. It was quite beautiful. She stripped off her dirty hiking clothing and slipped the robe over her head. Taking out the band in her hair she shook out the curls and pulled out a couple stray leaves that had caught there during her headlong run through the forest. With her hair down it actually reached the middle of her back even curled as it was. Folding the old clothing up, she straightened the robe self-consciously. It was rather form fitting though it covered her from neck to toe and had long bell shaped sleeves to the wrist. The front was held closed with several large gold buttons but as it was designed to go over other clothing the buttons barely held it together enough to be considered decent. Her legs flashed through the opening as she padded barefoot to the door and pulled it open.

She wandered back out to the main area where the cauldron was and handed him the clothes. Lydia pulled gently at the edge of her robe. "Thank you... for this..." She murmured in a soft voice, staring at a spot on the floor in front of her. "I really appreciate it and... I promise I will try hard to follow your lessons." She looked up at him through her lashes her green eyes bright.

Thomas tried not to stare. It was hard. "Alright. Set the old clothing aside. I will need your hair, and your blood—not much." he said, "Then we will work the creation. At the end I will leave, for it grows quickly, and... well." he coughed. "It is a perfect clone in form. Anyway. With me..." he worked her through a series of incantations, which he explained were mostly needed for simple recollection of the motions of mana. "Just follow my lead..." he said, his hands moving slowly.

When Lydia realized he was doing his best not stare she felt her cheeks turn pink again. She hadn't felt so awkward since she was in middle school. Turning her thoughts away from her appearance and discomfort she gave his lesson her full attention. She did precisely as he instructed and when he asked for the hair and blood she didn't hesitate to provide either. She was mesmerized by the whole process and felt a thrill of delight at being involved. Even the purpose of the clone, to fake her own death, couldn't overshadow her excitement now.

"The rest is up to you." Thomas said, hand on her shoulder as he left the room. Naked, a perfect double of herself rose from the cauldron, then watched her expectantly. Its eyes were dead.

Lydia watched him leave and turned to look at the copy of herself. It was decidedly eerie looking at the emptiness in her own eyes. Taking the clothing she instructed the copy to dress and then pulled its hair back in a similar ponytail to what she had the day before. After pulling a few strands loose and sticking in some debris the copy looked like a girl who had been running terrified through the woods... or she would have if there was any expression on her face.

Lydia hadn't realized how battered she'd appeared after the events of last night, it certainly wouldn't be hard to make it look like she got lost in the woods and attacked by something. No one really knew she had even come here, when she took off she'd left a brief note to her mother about a research project but hadn't even told her where it was she was headed. She picked up the long sleeved shirt she'd removed the night previous and pulled it onto the copy. As an after thought she ripped one sleeve a little.

Finally she returned to get Thomas not sure what to do with the clone now.

He emerged and directed the clone to the road without another word. "There. The deed is done." he said as it left. "You're a mage now." he smiled at her. "How do you feel, Lydia?" he asked.

She watched the clone leave with a pensive expression. It hurt a little to see it leave knowing what its job was, that was her life walking away from her. Finally she peered up at him and gave him a smile. "Honestly, terrified." Lydia with a tiny shrug. "But excited to your world." She added her smile brightening a little. She couldn't help but cast one last look in the direction the clone had disappeared and wonder if her family would suffer too much.

Taking a deep breath she closed her and forced herself to let go of the life she had. She wouldn't be able to do it over night, her memories would always be there but she had made her choice and she had to start accepting it or things from now forward would be miserable. She reminded herself by letting go of one life she was in fact being exposed to the very world she had being dying to find... kind of ironic when she though about it. When her eyes opened some of the conflicting emotions were gone.

"I can only imagine." he said, smiling. "Well. Let's get you to the manor." he said, walking up to a circular door where he paused. "Er. You must... damnation." he muttered. "I built this for myself, see. Items are sent through the small chute through a secondary portal to reduce mana use. Then you walk through yourself. But..." he frowned. "Would it make you feel better if I went first?" he asked, tapping the edges. Darkness opened in the middle of the construct.

Lydia tilted her head in confusion. "I don't really understand... is there something I should be worried about?" She asked eyeing the dark opening warily.

"No, it's just... it does not accept non-living things." he said. "The restriction was needed for the distance." he explained, "Nonliving things are sent separate, through here." he said, hoping she understood the reason she might be apprehensive.

Lydia stared at the door for several long silent seconds before turning to stare at him trying to puzzle out what he meant by none living. The look on her face must have been quite amusing when it dawned on her. Her lips formed a little 'o' of surprise at the same time a blush bloomed across her cheeks. "I see." She said simply, her glance at the door this time was apprehensive. "Did you never think you might have a companion at some point in your endless life?" She said trying to make light of the situation to ease her own discomfort.

"No." Thomas responded, seriously. "I entirely expected to be alone. It was safer." he pondered. "I think, perhaps, it would be fine if I went first." he said, starting to undo his robe.


A curious and intelligent individual, driven by her thirst for knowledge. She has long, curly hair that reaches the middle of her back and bright green eyes. Her petite frame is often dressed in practical clothing suitable for field research. Despite her initial apprehension towards unfamiliar situations, she shows remarkable resilience and adaptability. Her determination to pursue her interests, even when faced with supernatural events outside her understanding, speaks volumes about her courage. She also possesses a playful side as evidenced by her occasional teasing smiles and impish expressions.

Thomas palmed his face. "Calm thyself, damnation! I warned you, I told you, you were in my domain and in my sway. Had it been any other mage, wizard, bloodliner, or worse, you would be in far worse sorts than in a warm bed, fully dressed, sleeping alone!" he said, his own fury rising as the books simply stopped in the air. "I did not want to deal with mortals with death and threats of fear and horror, but it seems there is little recourse with you!" he picked up his wand. "You will calm yourself!" he said, though her desires would not change, at least they would be of a blessedly lower key.

Lydia blinked once when he pointed his wand at her and when he demanded she calm herself she felt rage well up inside her. "Who do you think you are?" She almost shouted at him shooting to her feet in front of Thomas her hands on her hips and a glare on her face. "You think you can just tell people to stop being emotional and expect it to happen!" The thought that struck her next almost knocked the wind out of her and she fixed him with an accusing stare. "That's what you did to me last night isn't?" She demanded, completely unaffected by the compulsion this time.

Thomas blinked. "Hm." he said, in thought. "This is worse than initially thought." he said, "But you must listen to reason, then. Someone with the education you have must be aware of the witch trials." he said, walking to a book. "As time has passed, magic has fallen into the background, the shadows. For a reason. Back then, fire was the worst they had." he turned the pages. "Now we have dragon overlords, with spells and powers that would make one's skin crawl. While you..." he held up the book, an image of a mushroom cloud there. "Didn't need magic for power like that. Should these two worlds clash, there will be dire consequences. Ones that all magical beings must work to prevent. You might not open the war alone, but you might play a part. So I cannot allow you to leave."

Lydia remained silent through his explanation and it galled her that his reasoning was sound but that still didn't give him the right to imprison her. "I suppose it makes sense that I can't go blabbing about." She said a touch grouchy. "But if you let me go I would take the secret to the grave with me... I'd... I'd even abandoned my studies." She said gloomily. "Plus you can't keep me here forever my family would worry!" She was raking her brain for any argument that would allow her to escape this mess.

Now that she was starting to calm down more of the discussion was filtering through. She pursed her lips thoughtfully. "You said you'd be returning to your home. Where exactly might that be? Isn't this..." She waved a hand around. "Your home?" She inquired unable to hide a slight grimace. Most people didn't reside in hidden basement lairs.

Thomas grunted. "I need to keep an eye on you, at least until you sign a properly binding contract. Please understand it is a matter of protocol. Either I silence you with binding contract, kill you, or I take you into the world." he said, "The last one might suit you well." he said, as he looked through the book. "There is something about you... In any case, I am sure there is an excuse we can make. I can pay you for your time, if you become my apprentice. And no. This is not my home." he said. "Now make your decision—Leave this world, and anything it might hold... Or walk in the shadow."

Several things went through Lydia's mind at this sudden offer. The first was to immediately balk at the idea of abandoning everything she knew for some unknown world and essentially a life with a stranger. The second thought was other than her mother and father... what was she leaving behind. She had no partner, her work was constantly ridiculed, the only person who had supported it had been her Grandmother and she had passed away. Then in rapid succession she thought of ways to tie up loose ends in her life and before she knew it she realized she was actually prepared to accept his offer. She frowned in thought and finally spoke. "IF I agree to go with you and be an apprentice... is there a way to... make my life here disappear?" She asked, if she never existed in the first place her parents would have nothing to miss. It sounded like a harsh solution and she felt a pang of guilt but the idea of going someplace where her research had meaning was too tempting after all these years of searching and death didn't really appeal to her as a choice.

"If you can make that happen... I will go with you without fighting." She promised with a very serious expression. "And no funny business on your part." She declared with a sudden teasing smile.

"There is, in fact, a way. We will sever your ties to them with a simple homunculus and a ritual to make it similar to you. I will need your outerwear." Thomas said, "And then we will dress it and send it up—where it will die. You will take a new name, and work under, live under it. Your real, full name, must be a secret. Even from me. To remain safe, you see." he said, making no motion to leave the room.

Lydia followed about half of what he said up until he asked for her clothing. "Uh..." She felt a warm flush creep up her neck. "I... don't have any other clothing to wear if I give you these. My supplies were only for one day so I didn't include a change of clothing." She explained rubbing her arm in an embarrassed sort of manner and making no move to remove her clothes. "As for my name, I never gave you my real name. I did my research. I used my Grandmother's name." She stated with an impish smile.

"Good." he paused. "Ah. Well. You see, you will need to lose the inhibitions regarding clothing, and lack thereof. Many rituals require you to wear less than this, in the open air. Some might require the sacrifice of currently worn items. Things like that. The name I gave you is something of a nickname—Thomas Ever Last, for my immortality and my total and complete lack of luck." he shrugged. "There is always the mundane method of pretending to die. But this is a good first lesson in magic."

Lydia's blush deepened. "I've read about those types of rituals but... but..." She spluttered floundering for a reason that made sense. "Please don't make me..." She finally said in a tiny voice. "It's been a very stressful 24 hours and getting mostly naked in front of a strange guy... that is just too much for me right now." She crossed her arms in front of her subconsciously taking on a defensive posture. "I'm mean... I'm definitely willing to hand these ones over but isn't there something I could wear for now..." She almost sounding as if she were pleading with him to understand.

Thomas relented, finally. "Very well." he said, looking through his things. "My apologies. Being alive as long as I have erodes some... social mores." he said, handing her a beautiful gold and red robe. "Please understand—I did not enjoy what happened yesterday. It left me feeling like I was covered in grease. I apologize." and with that, the door shut gently.

Letting out the breath she was holding, Lydia held the robe in front of her. It was quite beautiful. She stripped off her dirty hiking clothing and slipped the robe over her head. Taking out the band in her hair she shook out the curls and pulled out a couple stray leaves that had caught there during her headlong run through the forest. With her hair down it actually reached the middle of her back even curled as it was. Folding the old clothing up, she straightened the robe self-consciously. It was rather form fitting though it covered her from neck to toe and had long bell shaped sleeves to the wrist. The front was held closed with several large gold buttons but as it was designed to go over other clothing the buttons barely held it together enough to be considered decent. Her legs flashed through the opening as she padded barefoot to the door and pulled it open.

She wandered back out to the main area where the cauldron was and handed him the clothes. Lydia pulled gently at the edge of her robe. "Thank you... for this..." She murmured in a soft voice, staring at a spot on the floor in front of her. "I really appreciate it and... I promise I will try hard to follow your lessons." She looked up at him through her lashes her green eyes bright.

Thomas tried not to stare. It was hard. "Alright. Set the old clothing aside. I will need your hair, and your blood—not much." he said, "Then we will work the creation. At the end I will leave, for it grows quickly, and... well." he coughed. "It is a perfect clone in form. Anyway. With me..." he worked her through a series of incantations, which he explained were mostly needed for simple recollection of the motions of mana. "Just follow my lead..." he said, his hands moving slowly.

When Lydia realized he was doing his best not stare she felt her cheeks turn pink again. She hadn't felt so awkward since she was in middle school. Turning her thoughts away from her appearance and discomfort she gave his lesson her full attention. She did precisely as he instructed and when he asked for the hair and blood she didn't hesitate to provide either. She was mesmerized by the whole process and felt a thrill of delight at being involved. Even the purpose of the clone, to fake her own death, couldn't overshadow her excitement now.

"The rest is up to you." Thomas said, hand on her shoulder as he left the room. Naked, a perfect double of herself rose from the cauldron, then watched her expectantly. Its eyes were dead.

Lydia watched him leave and turned to look at the copy of herself. It was decidedly eerie looking at the emptiness in her own eyes. Taking the clothing she instructed the copy to dress and then pulled its hair back in a similar ponytail to what she had the day before. After pulling a few strands loose and sticking in some debris the copy looked like a girl who had been running terrified through the woods... or she would have if there was any expression on her face.

Lydia hadn't realized how battered she'd appeared after the events of last night, it certainly wouldn't be hard to make it look like she got lost in the woods and attacked by something. No one really knew she had even come here, when she took off she'd left a brief note to her mother about a research project but hadn't even told her where it was she was headed. She picked up the long sleeved shirt she'd removed the night previous and pulled it onto the copy. As an after thought she ripped one sleeve a little.

Finally she returned to get Thomas not sure what to do with the clone now.

He emerged and directed the clone to the road without another word. "There. The deed is done." he said as it left. "You're a mage now." he smiled at her. "How do you feel, Lydia?" he asked.

She watched the clone leave with a pensive expression. It hurt a little to see it leave knowing what its job was, that was her life walking away from her. Finally she peered up at him and gave him a smile. "Honestly, terrified." Lydia with a tiny shrug. "But excited to your world." She added her smile brightening a little. She couldn't help but cast one last look in the direction the clone had disappeared and wonder if her family would suffer too much.

Taking a deep breath she closed her and forced herself to let go of the life she had. She wouldn't be able to do it over night, her memories would always be there but she had made her choice and she had to start accepting it or things from now forward would be miserable. She reminded herself by letting go of one life she was in fact being exposed to the very world she had being dying to find... kind of ironic when she though about it. When her eyes opened some of the conflicting emotions were gone.

"I can only imagine." he said, smiling. "Well. Let's get you to the manor." he said, walking up to a circular door where he paused. "Er. You must... damnation." he muttered. "I built this for myself, see. Items are sent through the small chute through a secondary portal to reduce mana use. Then you walk through yourself. But..." he frowned. "Would it make you feel better if I went first?" he asked, tapping the edges. Darkness opened in the middle of the construct.

Lydia tilted her head in confusion. "I don't really understand... is there something I should be worried about?" She asked eyeing the dark opening warily.

"No, it's just... it does not accept non-living things." he said. "The restriction was needed for the distance." he explained, "Nonliving things are sent separate, through here." he said, hoping she understood the reason she might be apprehensive.

Lydia stared at the door for several long silent seconds before turning to stare at him trying to puzzle out what he meant by none living. The look on her face must have been quite amusing when it dawned on her. Her lips formed a little 'o' of surprise at the same time a blush bloomed across her cheeks. "I see." She said simply, her glance at the door this time was apprehensive. "Did you never think you might have a companion at some point in your endless life?" She said trying to make light of the situation to ease her own discomfort.

"No." Thomas responded, seriously. "I entirely expected to be alone. It was safer." he pondered. "I think, perhaps, it would be fine if I went first." he said, starting to undo his robe.

For some reason Lydia found this idea to be even more daunting. "No no! It's fine I will go first." She said turning around so he wouldn't see how red she was. Taking a deep breath she undid the buttons on the robe with shaking fingers, telling herself it wasn't a big deal. They were just bodies, there was no explainable reason to be so afraid of another person seeing her except she was afraid. She shrugged the red and gold garment off letting slide off her shoulders and pool at her feet some perverse part of her was eternally thankful she had worn a nice bra and panty set, which was a rather odd though to have in the current circumstances.

Shivering at the sudden cold air on her burning skin she glanced over her shoulder at him. She knew full well she still had to remove her bra and panties but she couldn't seem to force her hands to move. Mentally she was cursing herself for a fool, he was going to think she was being ridiculous. Swallowing her pride she reached around behind her and unhooked the strap and pulled her bra away covering her chest with one arm. She still had her back to him and was terrified to turn around and look at him. Having come this far there was really no choice left, she very quickly tugged the matching panties off. "O... okay... what do I do now?" She whispered trying not to fidget.