A werewolf with a rugged and powerful physique. He has a massive endowment, indicative of his supernatural nature. His deep voice rumbles with each word he speaks, enhancing his masculine charm. Seraph is dominant yet considerate during their intimate encounter. He shows concern about causing pain to Ellie, hinting at a softer side beneath his rough exterior. Moreover, his passionate involvement in their lovemaking suggests an intense and sensual character who enjoys giving pleasure as much as receiving it. Despite the primal aspects of his nature, he expresses genuine affection towards Ellie, revealing emotional depth and capacity for romantic attachment.

Ellie moaned even louder as Seraph took one of her tits in his hot mouth and began to tease and lick it. Holy crap, that felt incredible. She kept working his cock on her stomach, but so far, Ellie hadn't found anything she disliked yet.

Seraph sucked and licked her nipples back and forth catching each of them as he did nuzzling the soft flesh of her huge tits before sucking firmly on her nipples. His massive cock throbbed and flexed in her grip his large balls rubbing her pussy lips up and down more. "Mmm!" Breaking the kiss he hand on her left nipple he looked to her eyes again. "Do you want to feel my cock inside you?"

Ellie moaned louder and louder as Seraph enjoyed her tits. Her tits, she was finding, were quite sensitive, and Seraph was amazing at what he was doing to her. His cock was now throbbing in her grip and his balls bouncing up and down her clit a lot faster, making Ellie moan louder. "Yes... will it hurt?"

He sucked a bit harder on her nipple some more pulling till it popped from his lips making it bounce and jiggle. Grinning more and looking into eyes he nodded some. "The first time always hurts some but it does not last and considering my size you are gonna need time to get use to it inside of you." His deep voice rumbled as he spoke leaning down and licking her other nipple before kissing each of them back and forth.

Ellie frowned when Seraph explained that it was going to hurt. "Well, are you going to put it in me?" Ellie asked, still moaning as he focused on her sensitive huge breasts.

Seraph grinned and nodded to her as he moved a bit slowly pulling his massive cock from her grip and rubbing the large head over her virgin pussy lips. The head was enough to spread them as he moved to rub it over her clit then back down to her pussy lips. His large balls swaying at the base of his cock as he slowly pushed into her tight pussy. "Mmm, Ellie here it comes." He growled as he pushed more of his length slowly into her.

Ellie smiled up at Seraph as he slowly pulled his length from her hands and rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy. She moaned softly as he rubbed it over her rather tenderly. At least he was being very gentle with her. Or so it seemed. Ellie let out a pained moan as he slowly pushed that massive length into her. It was girthy, and it kind of hurt. She didn't know whether to moan or just scream as he kept pushing into her. "It hurts, Seraph!" Ellie screamed. "Is it going to stop hurting soon?" Ellie asked, wondering when she might enjoy this, or if she ever would.

Seraph grunted putting his hands on the bed feeling how tight her pussy was the large head bulging inside her stretching her more and more. "Ohhhh your pussy so tight!" He growled more as he stopped when he felt the thin barrier of her hymen. The portion of his thick shaft throbbed and flexed inside her stretching her pussy more. "It takes time."

"It's not like I've ever had sex before!" Ellie pointed out. "And you said yourself, you're bigger than most..." Ellie pointed out. Her body was slowly expanding and letting his huge cock fit more comfortably in her, even though it felt like a lot of pressure inside her. "Come on, keep going!" Ellie said. "I'm a woman of my word, you can do whatever you want to me." Ellie said, fighting back tears as her hymen broke.

Seraph groaned as he pushed more of his massive cock into her pussy breaking her hymen and starting to push even deeper. His massive cock throbbing and flexing inside her stretching her tight pussy walls more and more. "OHhhhhh!" He kept pushing till he got his entire cock inside her his large balls rubbing against her ass hole now as he rocked his hips grinding into her pussy for now.

Once her hymen broke, Ellie nearly screamed in pain. But that rush of pain just became more pressure as Seraph kept pushing his huge cock into her. He seemed to be enjoying it, and that was what mattered to Ellie, even if it did hurt her. His balls rubbed her ass as Seraph rocked his hips. Thankfully, the pain faded away, and her pussy expanded to where Seraph's cock was very comfortably in her. She was wet, which made it easier for him to move, when he was ready. "What... what happens now?"

"Now I start thrusting." He growled low as he pulled half his thick length out and then thrust back into her tight wet pussy. His hands moving to her hips as he picked up his pace till he was slamming in and out of her. His large balls slapping into her ass, groaning in pleasure as he moved in and out pulling almost out of her before thrusting hard back into her making sure that his shaft was nice and wet for her.

Ellie giggled as she heard Seraph's words. It would have been weird if all he was doing was just putting his cock in her, so she was relieved to know it wasn't all. Before long, he was thrusting in and out of her rather quickly and hard. So damn hard. Ellie hadn't expected to like it at all, but before too long, Ellie was a moaning mess, moaning desperately and moving her body so his cock went even deeper into her each time. "Oh god, Seraph!" Ellie moaned out his name, loving the sensations he was giving her. "Holy... this is amazing, you feel so good!"

Seraph groaned in pleasure as he started thrusting in and out of her tight soaked pussy even harder making sure that he was pushing his entire massive length inside her. "Ohhhh fuck!" Her virgin pussy was so tight and hot squeezing his thick shaft in all the right places with his heavy balls slapping into her ass with each thrust. The physical feelings were not just all he was feeling but the emotional ones as well and he wanted more of both of them. Hearing her moans made his cock even harder as he flexed his thick shaft so the large head plowed into her g-spot and deep into her cervix.

Ellie was soon screaming in pleasure as Seraph thrusted harder and even faster into her. It felt like she was breakable, but somehow, no matter how hard he rammed his huge cock into her, Ellie didn't break. Instead, she found herself screaming in pleasure, unable to think at the moment. The only thing she felt was the incredible raw power that came with each thrust from her werewolf. It seemed insane to her that this was really her first time, because it seemed like she had been missing out. Or maybe it was just Seraph that was this good sexually.

Either way, Ellie had no intentions of stopping. She was Seraph's and not just because they had made a deal. It was more than that now. She had feelings for him she hadn't expected to find. "Yes! Oh my god, yes!" Ellie screamed out as she kept moaning loudly, her body moving with her new lover like she knew what she was doing, when in reality, it was simply that Ellie wanted his cock to get as deep as it could into her. This was heaven, being fucked by him.

Seraph loved the sounds of her screams and her moans of pleasure his massive cock throbbed and flexed even more. The screams making the pleasure he felt spike, even more, his massive cock grew thicker stretching her tight soaked pussy even more. "OhHHHH!!" He slid his hands down to her ass cheeks and lifting her lower half as he started thrusting even harder pushing his massive length even deeper than before.

Ellie was still screaming in pleasure, completely and totally having her world rocked. Seraph was seriously incredible. Was it because he was a werewolf? It didn't matter, Ellie had the feeling that no one would ever satisfy her except for him. His cock was getting harder and thicker with her screams, obviously turning him on more. Before she knew it, Seraph lifted her up and began to thrust even harder, getting his cock even deeper into her. Ellie was screaming even louder with her pleasure levels being through the roof thanks to Seraph, but now, her body was nearly shaking from the pleasure and the force of his thrusts.

Seraph growled in pleasure his massive cock going even deeper as he lifted her ass off the bed and rested her cheeks against his thighs as he started thrusting even harder. The wet slaps were echoing in the room very loudly now as his large balls continued slapping into her. His strong arms were wrapped around her thighs just above her knees as he continued to move but he felt the pleasure and the pressure at the base of his cock starting to grow as his heavy sack swelled and contracted some. The large head of his cock gushing thick amounts of precum into her pussy making her even more slippery. "Ohhhh! Yes, Ellie!!"

Ellie moaned, loving the way that Seraph was practically growling. Ellie soon found herself reaching another orgasm, cumming all over Seraph's cock as he himself got closer. This was great, and Ellie was kind of mad she hadn't ever done this before. It was absolutely addicting, not to mention, Seraph was incredible.

Seraph growled more as he felt her tight pussy clamp down on his massive cock as she hit another orgasm. "OHhhhh!!" He felt his coming on fast his massive cock throbbing and flexing deep inside of her. The large head of his shaft hitting her cervix and penetrating deep into her womb as he arched his back. Thrusting as deep as he could as his cock started erupting deep inside her flooding her pussy and her womb full of his hot thick seed.

Ellie screamed in pleasure as she felt Seraph reach his orgasm and completely release all he had into her. It was a warm sensation and she really liked it. "You're incredible, Seraph." Ellie said with a smile up at him. "I'm so glad we met like this." Ellie admitted, blushing a little.

Seraph groaned in pleasure his massive cock still hard but it was slowly calming down after another huge release. "Ohh Ellie that felt great. I'm glad that we met this way as well." He growled low as he leaned down his massive cock still deep inside of her as he nuzzled her huge tits kissing the sides of them. His strong hands rubbing her hips up and down squeezing firmly. "Mmm."

Ellie grinned as she heard Seraph. "That was a lot of fun." Ellie said with a smile, giggled as he nuzzled her tits. "Wanna fuck until we pass out from exhaustion?" Ellie asked softly, hoping she'd get to spend a lot more time being fucked hard by him. Seraph was amazing, and so addicting. She couldn't help wanting more with him. Especially considering the fact that she was kind of falling for this rough, rugged werewolf she'd only originally needed to suck off. But now, she couldn't stop herself, she wanted a hell of a lot more than just this. Ellie moved up and kissed him rather passionately.

Seraph caught one of her nipples and sucked hard on it as he listened to her words he grinned wickedly. His massive cock flexed deep inside her the thick shaft still rock hard and stretching her tight pussy more. "Mmmm!" He sucked on her nipple till it popped from his mouth and he watched her huge tits bounce and jiggle. "That sounds amazing." He growled low as he grinds his hips into hers the large head of his cock pushing deeper into her womb.

Ellie moaned louder as Seraph sucked on one of her nipples. He was still rock hard in her. "I knew you wouldn't object." Ellie said with a wink. Ellie was soon bouncing on his lap again, moaning loudly.

Seraph growled in pleasure her tight pussy felt amazing and she could take all of him. He wondered if maybe that was a Fey thing able to please no matter the size. He started thrust in and out of her harder and faster wanting to hear her scream in pleasure again. His massive cock throbbing and flexing deep inside her stretching her pussy more. His large balls slapping into her ass. "Ohhhh!!"

Ellie moaned louder as she felt Seraph thrusting into her harder and faster. It was incredible, and she was screaming in pleasure in no time, gripping the sheets as Seraph's power was shaking his whole bed with each thrust.

Seraph growled in pleasure his massive cock penetrating her even deeper the large head of his cock bulging. His thick shaft throbbed and flexed stretching her tight pussy more and more. Molding the right space to his size and girth. Leaning into his powerful thrusts more he caught one of the nipples of her huge tits and started sucking hard on it again. "Mmmmm!!"

Ellie moaned, feeling like her body could just... break with as far into her as his cock was going. It felt so damn good, honestly, if this was how she died, she'd be fine with it. She eventually had to grip the mattress as the bed started shaking from Seraph's force. "Fuck, who knew a werewolf could be this good!" Ellie said happily, through moans. Her moans got even louder as he sucked on her nipples, feeling completely and totally weak to the man. It was quickly obvious she would do anything he wanted her to. Their agreement was one thing, but Ellie had to admit that she was kind of falling in love with the gruff, handsome werewolf on top of her.

Seraph's strong hands squeezed her huge tits letting her nipples fall from his mouth till he pushed them together and took both of them into his mouth sucking hard. "MMMM!!" He was not alone anymore and this amazing fairy woman wanted to stay with him made his heart race and empowered his movements. He did not let go of her tits but he lifted her up some with his knees as he drove his massive cock in and out of her. The wet slaps echoed around them in the bedroom the frame of the big bed creaked under the powerful assault he was giving her tight pussy. The large head of his cock slamming into her cervix each time now as his thick shaft throbbed and flexed stretching her more. Seraph was finding that in his mind and his feelings that he did not want her to go he wanted to be with her for the rest of their lives. He wanted her to stay with him more than anything.


A young monster with antlers that haven't fully developed yet, suggesting he's not quite mature. He is a deer-like creature with some deer-like features. He has large eyes, adding to his overall youthful and appealing appearance. Azriel's personality exhibits bravery and independence, venturing alone into the forest despite recent injuries and warnings from his village. However, he also shows stubbornness in initially resisting help from Vincent. Despite his warrior spirit, there's an underlying vulnerability in Azriel, seen in his fear of appearing weak or helpless before others. He also displays curiosity about new things such as painkillers and human technology.

There were many warnings to not venture too far, though Azriel assured everyone that he'd be alright. It wasn't a weekend, so there weren't likely to be many hunters in the forest, if any, and they'd cleaned up all of those damn traps yesterday. Of course, their fear wasn't unjustified; just the other day, he'd been on guard duty, setting off traps so they couldn't hurt anyone. The young man had accidentally stepped in one, and this particular one, with large, sharpened teeth, had given him some pretty nasty gashes that had required stitches. Oh, god, had it hurt!

The somewhat petite monster carried a basket, gathering berries, roots, flowers, and the like. He needed food for the long journey his village was about to go on. Perhaps he should make a basket or pot to grow something in? It couldn't be too big, but perhaps he could choose something he really liked so he could have it more often. He looked around for something good—an apple tree! Apples were definitely a very rare treat; perhaps he could even use them to get some expensive wool from the sheep folk. Oh, how nice a heavy wool coat would be in the winter! After taking a quick look around to make sure this wasn't some sort of bait by a hunter, Azriel limped forward and reached up, picking as many as he could reach.

The tree had been bait it turned out, but not by a hunter but by an, apparently rather clever, Naga who was currently coiled in the branches, blending in with and obscured by the leafs. As the man picked the apples the snake slid through the branches slowly and silently until she was directly over him and then suddenly constricted, dropping form the branches and onto the prey monster, wrapping around him tightly and starting to squeeze she was a constrictor she she needed to crush him, hopefully before the other monster could hurt her too.

She grinned savagely when she heard a crack which was probably one of his bones. There was a bang and her smile vanished, blood suddenly pouring from one side of her head. Her coils relaxed as she collapsed, twitching. The hunter who'd shot her came strolling out of the woods. "A perfect shot!" Vincent crowed, pleased with the fact that he hadn't damaged any of the valuable snake skin.

He paused when he noticed that the creature she'd been wrapped around was still alive, and was another monster. "Oh poor thing," he said without any real feeling as he looked the monster over, considering if he should just 'put him out of his misery' or try to help him.

Azriel had grabbed maybe five apples when me noticed some rustling in the leaves. It wasn't much, and at first he though maybe there was a bird or squirrel, but as he looked to see if maybe he'd get extra lucky and have an egg for lunch, his eyes quickly widened at a much less lucky surprise. Before he could even think to run, the Naga's heavy body was already on him. He fell back, and the awkward movement ripped a scream from his lips as it brought the burning pain of his stitches ripping.

Of course, he couldn't yell for too long as the Naga made quick work to squeeze the breath from his lungs. Then a sickening snap came, and the little monster knew his left arm was most definitely broken, likely in more than one place. It was his arm closest to his sheathed knife too; now he definitely had no chance of defending himself!

As Azriel became light headed and was about to just give up, a shot rang in his ears, and just like that he could breathe again. The first thing he did was suck in a heavy breath and clutch his broken arm. The monster then looked in horror at the hunter. No, no, no! This couldn't be how he died! He was a warrior; he couldn't die as helpless prey! The monster attempted to stand, though immediately let out another yelp and fell back down as tears threatened to pour down his face like his blood was down his leg.

Vincent examined the boy at he tried to get to his feet again and fell again, there was nothing particularly valuable about this one, he wasn't old enough for his horns to have developed into something worth much. No there was nothing of value about the deer, accept his look, he was a very cute boy, with a pretty face and enchanting large eyes. So maybe there was more value in him alive then dead.

That decided the human put the safety back on and returned his gun to the holster over his shoulder, he held up his hands to show they were empty and gave the frightened monster a small smile. "Can you understand me? I'm going to try and help you," he said in a gentle tone. Not all monsters spoke the human tongue but either way he hoped the soothing tone would help calm the deer down.

Azriel reached for his knife a moment, noticing the way the hunter eyed him, though he was quickly surprised when the gun was put away. His heart was still racing, but he attempted to relax upon hearing the man speak sweetly in a language he was familiar with. It wasn't the most spoken in his village, as they used a system of whistles as a safeguard against eavesdropping hunters or savage predator monsters, but they did prefer to use English whenever possible. For a moment, he wondered if he should act like he didn't understand the man; maybe if he seemed like a dumb animal, the guy would be all the more nicer to him.

However, he had too much pride to do that, and the hunter didn't seem mean—perhaps he only hunted predatory monsters. After all, most prey monsters gave rewards that you could easily get by hunting animals, so why go after something essentially human when you could have a much easier time and feel less bad by hunting a less intelligent animal? Yeah, it was probably safe to trust this guy. What choice did he have anyway? He could bleed out if he attempted to walk in this state, and he was too far from his village to call out for help.

"Ok..." After a moment of hesitation, Azriel stretched his injured leg out for the man to see; he looked down as well, taking note of how many stitches he'd need to replace—he had four gashes in total along his calf with three stitches each, and two of them were completely split open with one more only missing one stitch.

Vincent nodded and walked closer, crouching down to examine the boy's leg. He gently took the ankle so he could turn the leg from side to side a little to examine the wounds, not enough to be painful though. "Got it stuck in a trap earlier huh?" He tutted, had the hunter found this young man in that trap he probably would have been very disappointed. It looked like the wounds had been sown up before the scuffle with the snake monster had reopened them.

"I have a med kit in my car near here with the stuff I'll need to look after that," he assured, putting the deer's leg down again and standing up. "I'll be back in just a moment, don't try to go anywhere. In fact, lay down, your leg at least being on a level with the rest of your body will help keep blood loss down," he absently ruffled the other's hair before he jogged off to find his jeep and drive it closer, he'd need it near enough to get the Naga in the back anyway.

He drove through the trees and parked nearby, getting out again. "I'm going to lift you up to sit in the back seat, it'll put you at a better height for me to stitch you up, and get you out of the dirt so I can clean it properly." He warned as he came over to do just that.

Azriel tensed up a bit as the man grabbed his leg, not because of any pain but simply because he was still quite cautious of the hunter. "Ah... yeah... It was my turn to set them off and I wasn't paying enough attention..." The monster was definitely weary of letting the man help him, but what choose did he really have? "Oh... yeah I guess it would..." With the new reasoning of slowing blood loss, Azriel lied down, though he was nevertheless still afraid of being too vulnerable. However, he soon took a breath and relaxed until he noticed the vehicle approach, and then he couldn't help but sit up and stare at the strange machine.

Being told about the back seat, Azriel was quite put off. That thing didn't look like it'd be easy to escape from... what if this was a trap? "N-no... it's alright. I just need a needle and thread; I can do it myself... We have plenty of medicines and clean water, so it'll be fine..."

Vincent rolled his eyes at the suggestion that the deer monster would just do it himself. "Don't be ridiculous your arm needs to be splinted too and you can't do that yourself. Not to mention it's best to do it with two functional hands, which you don't currently have." He didn't wait for a proper answer and scooped the other up. As he carried the deer to the car he used this as a chance to draw the creatures knife from it's sheath and drop it on the ground so what little defense that would have offered was gone too.

He put the young man down sitting on the backseat with his legs dangling out so Vincent could bend down and examine it again, pulling out his water bottle to rinse the dirt and leaf litter from the wounds, along with the blood. "My name is Vincent, what's yours?" He asked as he pulled out the first aid kit and a bottle of pain killers, those wounds had to hurt and stitching up and splinting would only make it worse in the short term so he'd need the pain relief.

As much as Azriel didn't want to go in the vehicle, he couldn't really argue with the man's reasoning. He simply looked down with a pout, feeling rather embarrassed by being picked up by the man, as well as just needing anyone's help. Even the other day, he'd refused to let anyone help him; the monster had opened the trap, tied a strip from his clothing over the wounds, walked the short distance home, and stitched them up all on his own.

Of course, he was so light headed after that that he'd napped the rest of the day right after, but he still hadn't needed to bother anyone else. Yet now, here he was, completely useless and taking the help of someone in a situation where he shouldn't need it, and the help was from a human no less! If word of this got to the village, he'd be a complete laughing stock!

Having to put his defenses down for a hunter got Azriel so lost in though that he didn't even notice his knife being thrown away. He was snapped back to the situation at the feeling of water being poured on his leg. With the man giving his name and taking care of him so nicely, the monster couldn't help but relax, letting down the rest of his defensiveness. "I'm Azriel.. My friends just call me Azriel or Azriel though..." His ears perked up as he watched the man bring out the bottle of pills. "What's that?"

Vincent was glad that the monster didn't notice he'd put the knife being tossed aside just yet, that would raise some red flags and it seemed like he was starting to relax. Not that it really mattered because at this point he had Azriel where he wanted him and he could have just shoved the other in the back and lock the doors, but he didn't want blood all over his back seat so he might as well deal with the injuries first and then go.

"Well it's nice to meet you Azriel," Vincent said with a smile, he liked the nickname Azriel but he decided not to use it right off the bat. He glanced down at the bottle of pills and answered as he popped it open. "They help numb pain," He explained, shaking two of the pills onto his palm and offering them to Azriel. "Just swallow them, don't try to chew them they taste terrible," he advised. "I'll give you my water bottle to help wash them down once you've taken them," he couldn't give him both the pills and the bottle at the same time right now obviously so one at a time would have to do. "And don't argue you don't need them, setting your arm is going to hurt like hell and this will help."

Azriel gave a smile and nodded as Vincent claimed it to be nice meeting him. He then held out his hand for the pill, a bit amazed that something so small and simple looking could take away pain. "Oh, that's nice." But wait, a warrior was meant to feel pain; he couldn't just numb it! All of the pain he went through now was necessary to shape him into a proper fighter to protect his village. He needed every bit of it!

However, the man stopped him before he could argue over it. He gave a small chuckle, though it was partly in annoyance. "Damn, you already know me so well. Have you met other warriors before, or am I just that predictable? Y'know if someone saw me like this, I could get my antlers chopped off." A bit reluctantly, he put the pills in his mouth, knowing full well that if someone did find them, they wouldn't know about the pills, so he could just act like he was fighting against the hunter and look super tough with the added resistance to pain.

Vincent had to grin when he heard he'd anticipated Azriel's next objection to to help, chuckling and shaking his head at the stubborn creature. "Just that predictable," he teased as he handed over the bottle so that Azriel could drink and swallow the pills. He glanced back to make sure that nothing was after the body of the Naga he was still planning to go back for and then took the bottle back once he was done and put the lid back on.

"While that kicks in I'm going to clean these, once it has I'll stitch them," he told Azriel, putting the pain killers back in the back and pulling out a tube of antibiotic cream which he started carefully applying. "This will sting a bit but that's just it killing anything nasty that got into the cut." He didn't know what sort of medicines the monsters had access to so he thought it was best to explain. "It should help numb a bit once the stinging stops."

"So, what are you doing out here all alone anyway?" He asked casually while he worked. "Don't deer creatures usually travel in groups?" He wanted to know if there were other monsters around who were likely to find them any time soon. If so he might have to get going early and deal with Azriel's arm later.

Azriel gladly took the bottle, not only happy to have something help wash down the pills but also quite thirsty. Of course, he only drank what he needed for the pills, not wanting to drink it all on the man and be too much of a burden. "Thank you..." He then nodded at Vincent's explanation, rather thankful that the man had so many things to numb pain. The monster wondered what sorts of plants would achieve that affect; whatever they were, something like that would definitely be very useful.

Azriel decided to just ignore the fact that he was referred to as a creature. After all, nice or not, this man was still a hunter; he figured he should just be glad that he didn't seem to be what Vincent was after. "We do, but I wanted some alone time to forage. Everyone's getting busy to leave, so I wanted to make sure I'd have enough food for the trip. And well, apples are a pretty rare treat for us, so I wanted to see about making a basket and planting a little tree..."


A human hunter, suggesting he may be physically fit and adept in outdoor survival. He carries a gun and has a jeep, indicating some level of modernity. His ability to swiftly handle medical emergencies shows he's skilled and knowledgeable. Personality-wise, Vincent is calculating and pragmatic, evaluating the worth of his potential targets. Despite this coldness, he can also display kindness when it suits him, as shown by his decision to help Azriel. However, this compassion seems to be more strategic than genuine; underneath his cordial demeanor lies an ulterior motive---capturing Azriel.

Azriel gladly took the bottle, not only happy to have something help wash down the pills but also quite thirsty. Of course, he only drank what he needed for the pills, not wanting to drink it all on the man and be too much of a burden. "Thank you..." He then nodded at Vincent's explanation, rather thankful that the man had so many things to numb pain. The monster wondered what sorts of plants would achieve that affect; whatever they were, something like that would definitely be very useful.

Azriel decided to just ignore the fact that he was referred to as a creature. After all, nice or not, this man was still a hunter; he figured he should just be glad that he didn't seem to be what Vincent was after. "We do, but I wanted some alone time to forage. Everyone's getting busy to leave, so I wanted to make sure I'd have enough food for the trip. And well, apples are a pretty rare treat for us, so I wanted to see about making a basket and planting a little tree..."

"You're welcome," Vincent said absently as he applied the ointment carefully, it was good to know that Azriel recognized he should be grateful, that was something at least. He smiled absently to himself hearing that Azriel was out on his own today today, and that his people were moving on later, when he took the deer even if he got away he might not be able to find them again as long as Vincent could keep him for a couple days.

"That's a very sweet idea," he commented, "Shame it turned out like this." he pulled out the needle and thread for stitching up the wounds and leaned down to start sowing the cuts back together. His movements were confident and firm, he'd be done in no time.


A dominant and manipulative woman with an interest in BDSM. She is cunning, as she plans to use blackmail material against her neighbors, Rebecca and Lacy. Her boldness and assertiveness are evident in the way she takes control of the situation with Lacy, revealing her identity as their neighbor and making demands.

"Rebecca left, excellent!" Ember thought as she watched Rebecca's car leave the driveway. There houses were positioned diagonally from one and other giving Ember a nice line of sight to Rebecca's bedroom from her roof terrace without Rebecca noticing it. Ember had discovered Rebecca's little hobby by accident but liked what she saw. She herself being dominant played around with BDSM and from time to time had paying clients visit her. However her real dream was training and having her own slave. Rebecca fitted the bill and with her little bedroom adventures Ember had collected some nice black mail material.

Today Ember wanted to plant a spy camera in Rebecca's bedroom to get some better footage to use in her blackmail. Crossing through the hedge between their properties Ember checked the back door to discover it was open. She was expecting Lacy to be around somewhere and had an excuse ready if she would bump it to lacy.

Slowly walking upstairs she looked through the open door of Rebecca's room and blinked with her eyes when she saw Lacy lying on the bed playing with herself. Ember's mind started to turn and quickly she concluded that having both mother and daughter submit to her was a really nice idea. Taking her phone from her pocket Ember remained where she was and started to film Lacy playing with herself.

Lacy had no idea she had an appreciative observer watching her so intently... her eyes were closed, she was now laying on her side facing the wall. By now she had been experimenting in self bondage and managed somehow to tie her ankles together tight, bind her hands behind her back and moaned loudly, one dildo protruding from her tight teen ass, the other still in her cunt.

She rocked back and forth as one orgasm after another hit her. It would be hours before her mother got back from work, plenty of time to go through all mom's toys one at a time. She envisioned her mother laying just the same way as she was right now, groaning as she made herself cum...

"Damn that girl is hot she both her holes stuffed and orgasming like crazy." Ember thought as she kept filming Lacy. Seeing how Lacy had tied herself up Ember was expecting Lacy to become trapped and that would be the moment she would make her appearance to 'catch' Lacy and tell her about her new situation. Getting horny from the show Lacy was unknowingly giving Ember she reached for her own pussy and started to rub it her breathing getting heavier from the arousal building up in her body.

Lacy came, moaning through the gag... she glanced up at the clock, relieved that there was still hours before mom came home. She rocked back and forth, enjoying another orgasm. It wasn't until she came the second time that she discovered the yanking and struggling tightened the knots on the ropes... she grew panicky. Shit... if her mother came home and saw her like THIS!!

Lacy moaned as she struggled, this time for real but the ropes were slip knotted and slid, making escape impossible. She yanked, her body rocking as she struggled. She still had no idea she was putting on such an arousing show, her tits swaying as she fought.

Ember waited a minute and then came to Lacy's rescue having noticed the knots Lacy used she wanted to make sure Lacy would not cut of her bloodstream. "Hello my slave are you enjoying yourself? I certainly was you were making quite the show. Now let me take care of your little problem and tie you up in a safe manner." Ember said and loosened the bonds a little. "Now don't move or you will tighten the binds again." Ember said as she moved in front of Lacy and finally revealed who she was.

"Now listen carefully we are not yet done playing you are going to be a good girl and follow my orders. Are you going to be a good girl?" Ember asked.

Lacy turned her head and saw a woman standing in the doorway... she saw the whole thing!!! Knowing a stranger was watching made her even more panicky then before, struggling frantically... she was nude, gagged bound and impaled—and someone was watching the entire time!!!

HER SLAVE??? ...and not only was she not going to release her, she was going to keep her bound and gagged!! She was now on her back, hands bound behind her, ankles still tied and the dildos were still embedded in both holes. Scared to death, she stared up at the woman. How did she get in the house? Who was she? Was she someone her mother knew? Lacy continued to struggle feebly as she nodded. If there was a time that she wished her mother would come home early, this was that time, but she knew it would still be hours.

"Good girl, I knew you would behave now let's turn you on your side to undo your wrists." Ember said and pushed Lacy on her side. "No weird movements when I release them you just roll back to your back and spread your arms to the bed post so I can tie them up again. Show me you can truly be a good girl." Ember said and opened the binds around Lacy's wrist. "No need to remove the gag when you are tied down safely we can talk or better said I will talk and you will nod." Ember added to comfort Lacy a little.

Lacy turned onto her side, ass facing the edge of the bed, offering the woman her wrists. As she as being untied, she wanted to use the moment as the perfect opportunity to escape from this stranger but her ankles were still tied. What was she going to do, bunny hop? No, she was still at the mercy of a woman Lacy was starting to suspect either knew her mother or had been stalking her. Lacy stretched her arms wide apart, watching as the woman bound her wrists to the ends of the bed frame.

She knew from watching countless crime shows that it was wise not to anger an intruder... once she was finally released she would be able to describe her assailant in detail. She began to make a mental note of the woman's voice, hair color, everything.

Once her wrists were bound Lacy continued to struggle... she would be the 'good girl' her captor wanted but that didn't mean she would be passive... she continued to pull at her ropes to show that she wasn't going to simply lay there and be used.

Ember tied Lacy's arms to the bed post and petted her "Good girl, let me reward you." Ember said and turned both vibrators a little higher. "Now let's do the same thing with your legs so I can admire your beautiful body and see how you take care of it." Ember said and undid the ankle ties and redoing them in a safe manner securing them to the bed posts as well.

Sitting down on the bed Ember started to caress Lacy's body and smiled to her. "I know you are scared because you might not know me but if you look deep inside yourself this is what you are dreaming about. Being tied down and controlled by someone else." Ember said and turned up the vibrators again. "I am Ember, your neighbor. We share the hedge in our backyard. That's how I discovered your mother playing with herself like you were doing today. I was here to place a spycam so I could get some extra footage to blackmail her with. Instead I found a bigger prize, you all tied up and playing with yourself like a horny slut. So I made a nice film of it to insure your obedience. However I am quite confident that you will be obedient without that film since this is what you like. I am going to remove your gag now so we can talk. If you start screaming I will pull the nipple clamps from your nipples."

Ember said and pulled on the chain. "There we go, move your jaw around to help it relax and now we can talk. What is your name? How old are you? What were you fantasizing about? If you answer the questions to my satisfaction you may ask me a question." Ember said.


A young, curious, and adventurous girl who experiments with self-bondage and sex toys. She is inexperienced but eager to explore her desires. When she finds herself in a vulnerable situation with Ember, she becomes scared yet somewhat compliant. She has an attractive body that catches Ember's attention.

Lacy turned onto her side, ass facing the edge of the bed, offering the woman her wrists. As she as being untied, she wanted to use the moment as the perfect opportunity to escape from this stranger but her ankles were still tied. What was she going to do, bunny hop? No, she was still at the mercy of a woman Lacy was starting to suspect either knew her mother or had been stalking her. Lacy stretched her arms wide apart, watching as the woman bound her wrists to the ends of the bed frame.

She knew from watching countless crime shows that it was wise not to anger an intruder... once she was finally released she would be able to describe her assailant in detail. She began to make a mental note of the woman's voice, hair color, everything.

Once her wrists were bound Lacy continued to struggle... she would be the 'good girl' her captor wanted but that didn't mean she would be passive... she continued to pull at her ropes to show that she wasn't going to simply lay there and be used.


A 15 years old teenage boy with an ambitious and audacious personality, willing to cross moral boundaries to achieve his goals. He's persuasive and manipulative, using these traits effectively to influence his friend Scott. He has a fit physique, casual attire, and is popular among peers. His smirks suggest a confident demeanor.

In the small town of ''Creak Hill'', football was King. Well, on ''Creak Hill High'', football was King. It was a pretty normal Californian town, a bit too close to the Mexican border for many people's taste but otherwise unnoticeable. People lived there, worked there, raised families, fucked, slept, ate, and died. The usual, nothing out of the ordinary. On the plus side, it was only five minutes away from the beach. On the downside, it was miles away from any major city. One of the proudest moments of the small town had been when some president had once passed through here or something.

Now it was summer, and school was about to end in a few weeks, giving room for the long summer months of no school, much free time, and teens trying to act grown up. Some would try to flee for Los Angeles or San Diego, and others would stay. For some, it would be a very normal summer; for others, it would be a very important part of their life. One will see for who it will be.

It was a hot day, as it often was these times. The sun was burning with brutal ferocity down onto the small town as if it was already the peak of summer and not just the start of it. At Creak Hill High, students were sweating and aching under the combined assault of heat and school. Somehow, the teachers had completely missed the memo in which it was written that it is simply inhumane to let students suffer through lessons when it was too hot outside. At least many students thought so.

As soon as the fucking bell rang and led the students into freedom, Scott Palmer more or less fled from the classroom and into the cafeteria. Quick, something to eat and then grab the table he was always sitting at, together with his friends. That is, if they are here today, he knew that the twins were excused by their father and with him somewhere in Europe or something, and that Bill was down with some nasty virus. So, that only left Jason.

With a small sigh Jason sat down, staring at his tasteless meal. At least the table was outside and in the shade, so it wasn't too hot, thanks to the soft wind that was blowing. He really missed the times when his mom had taken the time to make him a lunch bag. Now, where was Jason?

Jason came by not long after, sitting his cafeteria tray down as he took a seat across from Scott. He gave his friend a small nod as he took a sip from his can of soda. "'Sup?"

Jason himself had had a... well, things could have been better, honestly. Mrs. Beckler had hassled him after class over his less than desirable grades in the class, Carly Ridge still wasn't talking to him after she'd caught him having sex with her best friend, and to top it all off, almost no one else in the usual gang was at school today except for Scott. All in all, things could have been far, far better.

Scott gave Jason a pained smile. "Not much," he replied and leaned back in his chair. "Bad day... and far too hot if you ask me," he kept on explaining and sighed. "I mean, half the gang's not here, Mr. Jackson is an asshole, and I most likely failed my Spanish exam." He spotted a group of boys enter the cafeteria, all of them members of the football team. "And I'm pretty sure we're not gonna make it into the squad next year if we don't really push ourselves this summer..." And that would mean far less time for video games, going to the beach, parties, and so on.

Jason looked over as the jocks came into the cafeteria, eyes trailing them. Scott was right about that, for sure. There wouldn't be any way they'd join the team next year if they didn't push themselves. However, there might be a way to... help their chances, as it were. Maybe.

"...Speaking of that," Jason casually stated, looking back over at Scott. "I did... recently hear of a way to help us get onto the team, maybe. If you're interested."

Scott took a bite from his lunch, squirming a bit. God, this was awful. Like, really horrible actually. But well, this or going hungry. Then he turned to Jason, eyeing him, before nodding. "Sure. Spit it out, man. It is not like we really have another chance." Because there was no way that he would spend the whole summer only training, that would be social suicide. As in, completely committed social suicide.

"Well..." Jason looked around, making sure no one was nearby before he spoke again. Once he was satisfied that no one was eavesdropping, he leaned forward, whispering conspiratorially to Scott. "...remember that rumor from awhile back? About that party at Rick's and how Jennifer's kid sister was involved...? Well, they may not be... rumors. From what I just heard, it really happened. The entire football team actually did it with Jen's kid sister."

Jason leaned back, letting Scott take in that particular fact. After a few moments, he went on. "That's our ticket in, man. Trust me, it's the best shot we have at joining the football team. If we bribe them with a girl like Jen's kid sister, I'm sure we can get a spot on the team next year. From what I've heard, they're still doing it with her, so we have a good chance here."

Scott leaned forward slightly, feeling somewhat ridiculous about all this. But whatever, they were friends and often whispering like this when they were talking about this girl's pretty behind or that idiot's antics. However, this time there was nothing to giggle about or laugh about. This time it was a bit more... well, he did not know how to describe it, it just was.

Of course Scott had heard that rumor about Jen's kid sister being involved in that party, but he had not believed in one second. After all, why should the football team fuck such a brat if they could have their way with the entire cheerleader squad? And anyway, rumors were rumors; they were always there and circulating and simply not true. Most of the time, at least.

For a moment Scott looked at his friend, unsure how to react. Finally, he leaned back and seemed to think about it. Then he leaned forward again, whispering, "This is... fucked up. Idiotic, fucked up..." He made a pause. "Seriously? They're still doing here? How old is she, nine? Eight?"

"Eight." Jason confirmed, nodding his head. "And yeah, it might be a little messed up, but still, I think it's our best ticket. If we get a girl that age to do it with the football team, we're golden. Trust me, I got a... source about this." The problem was, though, how to get someone that age willingly to sleep with the football team. Jason had a few ideas on that end, but he wanted to let Scott take this in a bit more before going that far.

Scott eyed his buddy before turning his head towards the jocks and looking at them for a few moments. Then back to Jason. And then back to the Jocks. Then he mumbled, "Fuck... now I imagine them doing it to such a girl..."

The idea was now stuck in his head, unable to be removed again, like some sort of popcorn kernel between his teeth. Damn annoying. And yet kinda... well, mostly fucked up. And perhaps a bit sexy. And hot. But mostly fucked up. Then he turned his face back to Jason. "Okay... we should... I don't know, this is really fucked up. And you're absolutely positive? I mean, who told you that?"

"....Well, truth be told, Jen herself told me." Jason admitted, smirking slightly. "Jen and I hooked up last weekend, and we ended up getting pretty high. Then, she started telling me how jealous she is of her little sister constantly hooking up with the football team... and from there, well, I found out pretty much everything."

It had sure been an unforgettable weekend, in more ways than one. He and Jen slept around a few times, but he found himself remembering her wild tales about her little sister and football much more. After getting sober, Jen had sworn him to secrecy, but... well, what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, after all.

Again Scott eyed his friend carefully. Was he getting high together with Jen? Okay, he could actually see that. It wouldn't be too outlandish. "Oooookay..." he slowly drewled, still a bit unsure, however. "So, the football team likes tight cunts... good to know."

The idea intrigued him; he had to admit that. However, how could they use that? It wasn't like they could just order a pre-teen whore on the internet or something. He said as much. "Buuut... I mean, it's awesome, but how can we use that? I mean, it's kinda hard to get such a girl; we can't just summon her or something. And my parents would kill me if I sold the Twerk." With the Twerk, he meant his sister, of course.

"Weeelll..." Jason drawled, shifting in his seat. "That was kinda my exact plan. I'd also put my own sister up, of course, to make our chances even better." There, he'd said it. Now he just had to win Scott over, more or less. Which wouldn't be easy... but, hopefully, he could do it. After all, they both wanted to join the football team pretty badly, and Jason himself was willing to do anything to get onto the team at this point. He just hoped that Scott was just as desperate.

Scott stared at his friend for several moments before leaning back again. He was actually thinking about it, something he already hated himself for. What was up with him? This was his sister he was speaking about, not some dumb fuck-cunt or something.

Finally, he slumped his shoulders. "Well... gimme a day to think over that..." God, what was he doing? Was he actually thinking about selling his own sister to a bunch of child-fuckers for a spot on the team? Seriously? This was really fucked up. Then again, he could imagine Susan's tiny body being rammed by a cock, making her moan and wince in pleasure and... Argh, dammit, now his pants were already tightening. Good that he wore rather loose pants, easy to hide his growing erection. "Seriously?" he then asked Jason. "You would... do that?" He sounded a bit surprised. Not appalled or shocked. Just surprised.

"Sure, why not?" Jason asked, shrugging slightly. Sure, he loved his little sister well enough, but when it came between choosing her and the football team, there was an obvious winner. Besides, she'd probably enjoy herself, all things considered.

"I think we'd have an even better chance if, you know, they were... well... properly trained, and all that, before we sent them to the football team," he suggested a minute later, expressing the second act of his plan. So far, so good with Scott, now to see if he could go even farther. "Just saying. We'd have a much better chance if both of our brat sisters, well, knew what they were doing."

Slowly the eyes of Jason's friend grew until they were as big as saucers. "Seriously?" he hissed, now clear disbelief in his voice, slowly leaning forward so that he could whisper and no one would hear anything. "You want us to train the girls to become... proper cum-dumps?" The idea did sound appealing, yet... horrifying at the same time. He was torn.

"Sure. We'll be twice as popular with the football team if the girls know what they're doing. We'll also double our chances of getting accepted." Jason said, smirking slightly as he leaned back. "If you wanna think about this some, though, go ahead. I'm willing to wait for your answer." he added, after a moment. There was no need to pressure or shock Scott any further. If he was patient enough, he'd have him on his side soon enough. Or so he hoped. And if Scott did opt out... well, he could always go this alone, no big deal.

The whole idea was intriguing and terrible at the same time, and it was showing in Scott's face. For several more minutes, he seemed shocked and surprised and confused, before he finally forced himself to calm down. "Okay... I will give you an answer tomorrow." With that said, he leaned back again and took another bite from his lunch. Damn, cold already, and his appetite was gone anyway. Again, he was silent for a second, then he asked: "How about... "He stopped, thought about it, and then started again. "How about we do that this summer? I mean, then the girls would be ready next school year... I think."

"I was thinking along the lines of that," Jason admitted, grinning slightly. Good, good. It sounded like he had Scott hooked here. Or at least, almost hooked.

He could feel himself getting harder already, just at the thought of it all. Sure, pimping out their sisters to the football team would be a nice end-goal, but actually training their little sisters would be a welcome side-effect, as it were. He wasn't a pedo by any means, but just the thought of his brat sister pleasuring him... heh, well, it really got him going.

Just like Jason, Scott too had already thought about what exactly this could entail. And the idea of the Twerk sucking his cock or riding his pole and pleasuring him... this certainly made him hard already. He groaned slightly and gave his best friend an evil glare, though it was only meant in a playful way.

"Dammit, I'm turning into a pervert," he murmured and made a face. "Okay, my parents will be away over the weekend, and I will have the house, and the twerk, for myself. I will try to coax her into it. And on Saturday evening, you will come over and we will talk about it all... and hang out, of course."

"Sounds good to me," Jason replied with a small smile. He'd talk with his own little sister over the weekend, himself, try to see if he could get her interested in the idea.

Heh. Damn. All this thought about doing his sister... man, made him wish he could rub one out real quick. A shame he was at school and all. He could try and go to the bathroom, true, but he didn't like the idea of getting caught in there and doing that.

Scott could still not believe what he had just said. He had heard it, he had said it, he had thought it, but he could still not believe it. This was his sister he was talking about. His own little sister. No boobs, short compact body, cute smile, big eyes, pigtails, a girly-girl as there ever was... and most likely very good looking naked and impaled on his dick. He cursed himself inwardly. He could barely wait for Friday.

And speaking of waiting, he could also barely wait for school to end to go home and rub one out. All this thinking about his sister, and Jason's sister, made him damn horny. Or something else. After all, there were always options. Taking a decision, he stood up and said: "Okay, see you later. I see if Erica is up for some cigarettes."

Erica was an emo-chick who was addicted to cigarettes, bad music, and bad decisions... and also willing to suck a cock if she got enough money for it and was in the mood. Not everyone knew that, but some did, and the slang for it was bringing her cigarettes. Or something like that.

Jason watched as Scott walked away, a smirk playing on his lips. This was actually happening. It wasn't just some twisted fantasy anymore, but something that could potentially become reality. His heart pounded in his chest at the thought of it all—training their little sisters to be perfect cum-dumps for the football team... and themselves. The idea made him hard already, and he had to adjust himself in his seat so it wouldn't be too obvious. He couldn't help but picture Scott's sister—small, cute with those big innocent eyes and pigtails—on her knees before him, taking his cock into her mouth like a good girl should. And then there was his own sister... Suddenly, school didn't seem so boring anymore.


A 15 years old teenage boy, but his personality is more cautious and introspective than Jason. He's initially hesitant about the morally dubious plan, indicating a level of conscience, though he eventually gets swayed. This suggests that he values their friendship and shares some ambition to join the football team. He has an athletic build and wears casual attire aligning with typical high school norms.

In the small town of ''Creak Hill'', football was King. Well, on ''Creak Hill High'', football was King. It was a pretty normal Californian town, a bit too close to the Mexican border for many people's taste but otherwise unnoticeable. People lived there, worked there, raised families, fucked, slept, ate, and died. The usual, nothing out of the ordinary. On the plus side, it was only five minutes away from the beach. On the downside, it was miles away from any major city. One of the proudest moments of the small town had been when some president had once passed through here or something.

Now it was summer, and school was about to end in a few weeks, giving room for the long summer months of no school, much free time, and teens trying to act grown up. Some would try to flee for Los Angeles or San Diego, and others would stay. For some, it would be a very normal summer; for others, it would be a very important part of their life. One will see for who it will be.

It was a hot day, as it often was these times. The sun was burning with brutal ferocity down onto the small town as if it was already the peak of summer and not just the start of it. At Creak Hill High, students were sweating and aching under the combined assault of heat and school. Somehow, the teachers had completely missed the memo in which it was written that it is simply inhumane to let students suffer through lessons when it was too hot outside. At least many students thought so.

As soon as the fucking bell rang and led the students into freedom, Scott Palmer more or less fled from the classroom and into the cafeteria. Quick, something to eat and then grab the table he was always sitting at, together with his friends. That is, if they are here today, he knew that the twins were excused by their father and with him somewhere in Europe or something, and that Bill was down with some nasty virus. So, that only left Jason.

With a small sigh Jason sat down, staring at his tasteless meal. At least the table was outside and in the shade, so it wasn't too hot, thanks to the soft wind that was blowing. He really missed the times when his mom had taken the time to make him a lunch bag. Now, where was Jason?

Jason came by not long after, sitting his cafeteria tray down as he took a seat across from Scott. He gave his friend a small nod as he took a sip from his can of soda. "'Sup?"

Jason himself had had a... well, things could have been better, honestly. Mrs. Beckler had hassled him after class over his less than desirable grades in the class, Carly Ridge still wasn't talking to him after she'd caught him having sex with her best friend, and to top it all off, almost no one else in the usual gang was at school today except for Scott. All in all, things could have been far, far better.

Scott gave Jason a pained smile. "Not much," he replied and leaned back in his chair. "Bad day... and far too hot if you ask me," he kept on explaining and sighed. "I mean, half the gang's not here, Mr. Jackson is an asshole, and I most likely failed my Spanish exam." He spotted a group of boys enter the cafeteria, all of them members of the football team. "And I'm pretty sure we're not gonna make it into the squad next year if we don't really push ourselves this summer..." And that would mean far less time for video games, going to the beach, parties, and so on.

Jason looked over as the jocks came into the cafeteria, eyes trailing them. Scott was right about that, for sure. There wouldn't be any way they'd join the team next year if they didn't push themselves. However, there might be a way to... help their chances, as it were. Maybe.

"...Speaking of that," Jason casually stated, looking back over at Scott. "I did... recently hear of a way to help us get onto the team, maybe. If you're interested."

Scott took a bite from his lunch, squirming a bit. God, this was awful. Like, really horrible actually. But well, this or going hungry. Then he turned to Jason, eyeing him, before nodding. "Sure. Spit it out, man. It is not like we really have another chance." Because there was no way that he would spend the whole summer only training, that would be social suicide. As in, completely committed social suicide.

"Well..." Jason looked around, making sure no one was nearby before he spoke again. Once he was satisfied that no one was eavesdropping, he leaned forward, whispering conspiratorially to Scott. "...remember that rumor from awhile back? About that party at Rick's and how Jennifer's kid sister was involved...? Well, they may not be... rumors. From what I just heard, it really happened. The entire football team actually did it with Jen's kid sister."

Jason leaned back, letting Scott take in that particular fact. After a few moments, he went on. "That's our ticket in, man. Trust me, it's the best shot we have at joining the football team. If we bribe them with a girl like Jen's kid sister, I'm sure we can get a spot on the team next year. From what I've heard, they're still doing it with her, so we have a good chance here."

Scott leaned forward slightly, feeling somewhat ridiculous about all this. But whatever, they were friends and often whispering like this when they were talking about this girl's pretty behind or that idiot's antics. However, this time there was nothing to giggle about or laugh about. This time it was a bit more... well, he did not know how to describe it, it just was.

Of course Scott had heard that rumor about Jen's kid sister being involved in that party, but he had not believed in one second. After all, why should the football team fuck such a brat if they could have their way with the entire cheerleader squad? And anyway, rumors were rumors; they were always there and circulating and simply not true. Most of the time, at least.

For a moment Scott looked at his friend, unsure how to react. Finally, he leaned back and seemed to think about it. Then he leaned forward again, whispering, "This is... fucked up. Idiotic, fucked up..." He made a pause. "Seriously? They're still doing here? How old is she, nine? Eight?"

"Eight." Jason confirmed, nodding his head. "And yeah, it might be a little messed up, but still, I think it's our best ticket. If we get a girl that age to do it with the football team, we're golden. Trust me, I got a... source about this." The problem was, though, how to get someone that age willingly to sleep with the football team. Jason had a few ideas on that end, but he wanted to let Scott take this in a bit more before going that far.

Scott eyed his buddy before turning his head towards the jocks and looking at them for a few moments. Then back to Jason. And then back to the Jocks. Then he mumbled, "Fuck... now I imagine them doing it to such a girl..."

The idea was now stuck in his head, unable to be removed again, like some sort of popcorn kernel between his teeth. Damn annoying. And yet kinda... well, mostly fucked up. And perhaps a bit sexy. And hot. But mostly fucked up. Then he turned his face back to Jason. "Okay... we should... I don't know, this is really fucked up. And you're absolutely positive? I mean, who told you that?"

"....Well, truth be told, Jen herself told me." Jason admitted, smirking slightly. "Jen and I hooked up last weekend, and we ended up getting pretty high. Then, she started telling me how jealous she is of her little sister constantly hooking up with the football team... and from there, well, I found out pretty much everything."

It had sure been an unforgettable weekend, in more ways than one. He and Jen slept around a few times, but he found himself remembering her wild tales about her little sister and football much more. After getting sober, Jen had sworn him to secrecy, but... well, what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, after all.

Again Scott eyed his friend carefully. Was he getting high together with Jen? Okay, he could actually see that. It wouldn't be too outlandish. "Oooookay..." he slowly drewled, still a bit unsure, however. "So, the football team likes tight cunts... good to know."

The idea intrigued him; he had to admit that. However, how could they use that? It wasn't like they could just order a pre-teen whore on the internet or something. He said as much. "Buuut... I mean, it's awesome, but how can we use that? I mean, it's kinda hard to get such a girl; we can't just summon her or something. And my parents would kill me if I sold the Twerk." With the Twerk, he meant his sister, of course.

"Weeelll..." Jason drawled, shifting in his seat. "That was kinda my exact plan. I'd also put my own sister up, of course, to make our chances even better." There, he'd said it. Now he just had to win Scott over, more or less. Which wouldn't be easy... but, hopefully, he could do it. After all, they both wanted to join the football team pretty badly, and Jason himself was willing to do anything to get onto the team at this point. He just hoped that Scott was just as desperate.

Scott stared at his friend for several moments before leaning back again. He was actually thinking about it, something he already hated himself for. What was up with him? This was his sister he was speaking about, not some dumb fuck-cunt or something.

Finally, he slumped his shoulders. "Well... gimme a day to think over that..." God, what was he doing? Was he actually thinking about selling his own sister to a bunch of child-fuckers for a spot on the team? Seriously? This was really fucked up. Then again, he could imagine Susan's tiny body being rammed by a cock, making her moan and wince in pleasure and... Argh, dammit, now his pants were already tightening. Good that he wore rather loose pants, easy to hide his growing erection. "Seriously?" he then asked Jason. "You would... do that?" He sounded a bit surprised. Not appalled or shocked. Just surprised.

"Sure, why not?" Jason asked, shrugging slightly. Sure, he loved his little sister well enough, but when it came between choosing her and the football team, there was an obvious winner. Besides, she'd probably enjoy herself, all things considered.

"I think we'd have an even better chance if, you know, they were... well... properly trained, and all that, before we sent them to the football team," he suggested a minute later, expressing the second act of his plan. So far, so good with Scott, now to see if he could go even farther. "Just saying. We'd have a much better chance if both of our brat sisters, well, knew what they were doing."

Slowly the eyes of Jason's friend grew until they were as big as saucers. "Seriously?" he hissed, now clear disbelief in his voice, slowly leaning forward so that he could whisper and no one would hear anything. "You want us to train the girls to become... proper cum-dumps?" The idea did sound appealing, yet... horrifying at the same time. He was torn.

"Sure. We'll be twice as popular with the football team if the girls know what they're doing. We'll also double our chances of getting accepted." Jason said, smirking slightly as he leaned back. "If you wanna think about this some, though, go ahead. I'm willing to wait for your answer." he added, after a moment. There was no need to pressure or shock Scott any further. If he was patient enough, he'd have him on his side soon enough. Or so he hoped. And if Scott did opt out... well, he could always go this alone, no big deal.

The whole idea was intriguing and terrible at the same time, and it was showing in Scott's face. For several more minutes, he seemed shocked and surprised and confused, before he finally forced himself to calm down. "Okay... I will give you an answer tomorrow." With that said, he leaned back again and took another bite from his lunch. Damn, cold already, and his appetite was gone anyway. Again, he was silent for a second, then he asked: "How about... "He stopped, thought about it, and then started again. "How about we do that this summer? I mean, then the girls would be ready next school year... I think."

"I was thinking along the lines of that," Jason admitted, grinning slightly. Good, good. It sounded like he had Scott hooked here. Or at least, almost hooked.

He could feel himself getting harder already, just at the thought of it all. Sure, pimping out their sisters to the football team would be a nice end-goal, but actually training their little sisters would be a welcome side-effect, as it were. He wasn't a pedo by any means, but just the thought of his brat sister pleasuring him... heh, well, it really got him going.

Just like Jason, Scott too had already thought about what exactly this could entail. And the idea of the Twerk sucking his cock or riding his pole and pleasuring him... this certainly made him hard already. He groaned slightly and gave his best friend an evil glare, though it was only meant in a playful way.

"Dammit, I'm turning into a pervert," he murmured and made a face. "Okay, my parents will be away over the weekend, and I will have the house, and the twerk, for myself. I will try to coax her into it. And on Saturday evening, you will come over and we will talk about it all... and hang out, of course."

"Sounds good to me," Jason replied with a small smile. He'd talk with his own little sister over the weekend, himself, try to see if he could get her interested in the idea.

Heh. Damn. All this thought about doing his sister... man, made him wish he could rub one out real quick. A shame he was at school and all. He could try and go to the bathroom, true, but he didn't like the idea of getting caught in there and doing that.

Scott could still not believe what he had just said. He had heard it, he had said it, he had thought it, but he could still not believe it. This was his sister he was talking about. His own little sister. No boobs, short compact body, cute smile, big eyes, pigtails, a girly-girl as there ever was... and most likely very good looking naked and impaled on his dick. He cursed himself inwardly. He could barely wait for Friday.

And speaking of waiting, he could also barely wait for school to end to go home and rub one out. All this thinking about his sister, and Jason's sister, made him damn horny. Or something else. After all, there were always options. Taking a decision, he stood up and said: "Okay, see you later. I see if Erica is up for some cigarettes."

Erica was an emo-chick who was addicted to cigarettes, bad music, and bad decisions... and also willing to suck a cock if she got enough money for it and was in the mood. Not everyone knew that, but some did, and the slang for it was bringing her cigarettes. Or something like that.


A 15-year-old teenage boy with an athletic build due to his preference for running. He possesses a unique complexion that's neither completely Caucasian nor Latino but somewhere in between. His shaggy dark hair and brown eyes complement his easy smile, giving him a charming appearance. Typically dressed in casual attire like tees, shirts, jeans or shorts with sneakers, he exudes a laid-back vibe. Personality-wise, Scott is an easy-going guy who strives to be cool but often falls short of it. Despite his good-natured demeanor and well-meaning intentions, he can sometimes act thoughtlessly due to his desperation to fit into certain social circles. His ambition is to get into a good college on a football scholarship which drives many of his actions. He nicknamed his little sister "Twerk".

Unaware of what exactly was happening over at Jason's house, Scott was about to set his own plans in motion. Though he was a bit nervous, of course, he was still determined to pull through with this. That is, was he really? He had lost a lot of sleep over that question in the last few days, his mind always circled around the problem at hand. Was he really willing to do this? Was he willing and able to use his own sister for his own sexual pleasure and that of others?

Well, when his parents left the house and had left him and the "Twerk," as he affectionately called his sister, alone for the weekend, his mind was made up. He really needed a spot on the team. And for that... Well, it was for Susan too, after all, in a way. As in, she could benefit from this, of course, too. That was what he told himself as he went to the task at hand and sought out his little sister. "Susan? Twerk, where are you?"

Susan had been reading a book in her room when she heard her brother calling for her. She put her reading material aside and left her room, going over to where her big brother was. "Yes, Scott?" Susan politely inquired, gazing up at her older brother with a demure expression. She was currently clothed in a modest yellow sundress that reached down to her knees.

Once more Scott thought about whether to do this or not, and once more he fought down his doubts. He had set this course, and now he had to stay on it, at least that was what he told himself. He swallowed hard once, then a second time, before grinning at Susan. "Hey Susan, I know mum and dad gave me money for groceries, but how about we order pizza, my treat, and we watch a movie together this evening? There is also something important I wanna talk with you about."

Susan beamed at her older brother, smiling widely at him. "Sure! Sounds good to me, Scott." Pizza wasn't exactly her most favorite food, mind you, but she was more than willing to do whatever made her big brother happy. And her brother wasn't exactly the best cook or anything, so this was probably for the best. She also loved the idea of watching a movie, too! If she was lucky, maybe Scott would put on a Disney movie. "Oh, what did you want to talk to me about?" she asked belatedly, finally catching that last part of his sentence.

"Relax Twerk, that has time until later, yeah? How about we pick out a movie first?" Scott offered his little sister in the attempt to win more time. Don't loose your nerves now Scott, you were on the right path, don't screw it up now. If you play your cards right, you will have her eating out of your palm in a matter of days.

"Okay!" Susan enthused, readily accepting that answer. "Ooh, can we watch a Disney movie, please? Can we, can we?" The little girl gave her brother a pleading look, clasping her hands together as she looked up at him.

Okay, Disney, Scott could live with that. If he thought about it, there were actually a lot of hot girls in Disney movies, if you get over the fact that they were, of course, cartoon characters. He wasn't into hentai or anything, that was kind of creepy in his eyes, but he could appreciate a pretty girl non the less. "Hmmmm... let me think about it..." he said with a teasing tone, as if he was actually not really thinking about it. "Well, why not. Any preferences at all?" While he said that, he had already moved into the living room, grabbing the phone to order pizza.

"Ooh, can we watch Mulan, please?" Susan inquired, giving a little delighted squeal as she followed her big brother into the living room. Mulan was easily her favorite Disney film, and she'd love her Big Brother even more if he agreed with her pick.

"Okay, Mulan it is," Scott answered, only too willing to please his little sister for the moment. And Mulan was far from the worst Disney movie ever; it was even half decent. However, as she beamed up at him, he felt his cock twitch inside his pants, a feeling he was unused to when thinking of his own sister. His own sister, who didn't even had tits or ass or anything but would most likely look just too cute with her cunt around his cock... He shoved the thought to the side for the moment and forced himself to order the pizza. That was more important for the moment.

And after that, he let himself fall down onto the couch, grabbing the remote and switching to Netflix. They had Mulan, didn't they? "Come here Twerk," he more or less ordered, though with a smile, and patted the spot next to him on the couch.

Susan eagerly bounded over to the couch. Though, instead of taking a seat next to her big brother, she instead planted herself on his lap, her soft little butt grinding against his crotch for a moment as she settled in. Susan leaned against his chest, giggling slightly. She knew he hadn't asked her to do this, but she liked being close to her brother, and Susan figured he wouldn't mind too much. Probably.

The first thing that came to Scott's mind was: Oh damn. Then: Oh, niiiiicceee... He felt his cock twitch again and cursed himself for his weakness. He fought down the urge and simply started the movie, his mind, of course, occupied by something else. However, he had decided to let the twerk watch the movie and THEN move on to the main course. Her sitting on his lap did make this plan a bit more difficult to keep in mind, but he hoped he could manage. Without noticing it really himself, he had, however, already put a hand on her stomach, not only holding her slightly but also using it to comfort her.

Susan settled further against Scott's chest, his big hand on her belly giving her plenty of nice and warm, tingly feelings. She gave a contented sigh, watching the movie with her big brother as it started up.

About half an hour in, Susan started to squirm again, trying to get herself more comfortably situated on Scott's lap. This, however, had the adverse effect of her little butt stimulating his cock, as she ground herself against his crotch in her squirming.

He was about to speak up and tell her to stop squirming, but he also noticed how nice it felt. Her butt against his cock, feeling very nice even through the thin layers of clothing... Her warm body on top of him... He kept his mouth shut, neither encouraging her nor stopping her. And he found himself nearly cursing when the pizza delivery man arrived, interrupting this peaceful scene.

"Twerk, I need to get up," he told his little sister and all but shoved her from him. Normally, he would try to hide his boner, but he thought: *Why should I? She would be confronted with it soon anyway, so no need.* So he simply got up and went to the door, though hiding his erection before opening the door. He paid, he took the pizza and went back to the living room. "Okay Twerk, here's the food. I know, not the best in the world, but mum and dad would be livid if they would know. So we keep this our little secret, yes?"

"Of course," Susan assured, giving her brother a serious nod. She would never rat out her big brother, not unless he did something really bad. And even then, she might not do it, since she never wanted to hurt him.

As he put the pizza box on a nearby counter, Susan finally noticed his hard-on tenting through his shorts. She furrowed her brow, wondering what on earth that was. Was he hiding something in his pants? "What's that?" Susan inquired, reaching over to touch his clothed erection. Before her brother could stop her, she had her palm placed atop the tent, squeezing the bulge softly with her fingers. "Are you hiding something in your pants?"

That just had to happen, didn't it? He cursed himself inwardly and pulled back slightly under the touch, more out of reflex than anything else. Okay, why bother to wait when she asked anyway? So he sat down, opened the pizza boxes, and said, "That's part of what I wanted to talk with you about. Say Twerk, do you know what a slut is??"

Susan furrowed her brow, trying to think if she'd heard that word before. She couldn't, far as she recalled. Their parents were rather strict with what television and movies she watched, so Susan hadn't really heard many adult words before. "Not really... what does it mean?"

Perfect. He had feared that she might have already learned what it actually meant, but this way he could feed her some bullshit. He was good at it. "Okay Susan, it's like this: A slut is a girl who is really popular, especially in high school, and makes men and boys like her. However, girls who are not like them are often envious of them, and they have turned the word'slut' into a bad word. But it actually isn't really."

He took a piece of pizza and bit into it, chewed and swallowed before keeping on explaining. "Now, it is like this, that sluts are actually very cool girls who are very popular, and less popular girls are simply envious. And a real, proper slut is one who has sex with boys and men. Do you know what that is?"


A 9-year-old girl, is characterized by her girly-girl appearance. Her bright blonde hair is often styled up in pigtails and she has a preference for wearing skirts whenever possible. Her green eyes and cute smile add to her charming look. In terms of personality, Susan is sweet and caring, always aiming to please others. She possesses an innocent naivety that can sometimes lead her into situations she doesn't fully understand. Particularly fond of her older brother Scott, she looks up to him significantly and values his approval highly.

Susan furrowed her brow, trying to think if she'd heard that word before. She couldn't, far as she recalled. Their parents were rather strict with what television and movies she watched, so Susan hadn't really heard many adult words before. "Not really... what does it mean?"


An 35 years old woman and mother of Drew. She is seductive and confident in her sexuality, taking the lead in their inappropriate encounters. She has amber-colored eyes and a body that seems to captivate Drew. She enjoys teasing and pushing boundaries, reveling in the attention she receives from her son.

Brandy was used to a little more warning from her lovers though she should have expected as much with how much teasing she'd been doing to Drew and how young he was. His cum hit the back of her throat and she moaned softly swallowing the thick salty fluid. She'd continue lavishing his cock with attention until he was done the slowly draw back licking her lips as if she'd just received a wonderful treat in fact she had her amber colored eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She tucked him with loving care back into his short with a few extra lingering caresses.

She shifted back into her own seat. Her pussy ached with need and she shifted in her seat a wicked though coming to mind. With a glance at Drew she hooked her fingertips under the hem of her shorts catching the strings of her thong beneath and drew them down her legs. She pushed them off so she was bare from the waist down. "You make me so wet Drew." She breathed a husky moan as she leaned back arching her back so her nipples were clearly outlines against the thin damp material of her t shirt as she parted her legs revealing her hairless sex glistening in the low light with the evidence of her arousal.

Slowly she skimmed her fingertips down to rub the aching flesh of her sex her thumb caressing the swollen button of her clit as two fingers sunk into her sex. She moan aloud her eyes drifting closed as she started to slowly use her own fingers to stroke her sex, "I like to think of you when I do this." She breathed around a soft moan, "It makes me so hot Drew. Do you like watching/" She asked opening her eyes and giving him a wicked lust filled look.

It took all of Drew's concentration to keep the car on the road as his cock erupted into his mothers mouth. She sucked him dry as he regained control before lavishing his hardness with more attention, cleaning him up, before tucking him back into his shorts. He had certainly needed that release and her mouth had been amazing. He could certainly get used to such attention.

He heated words made him glance over at her as she pulled her own shorts down. He couldn't help but stare at her bared sex for a few moments before shifting his eyes up to her breasts, noticing how her nipples strained against the fabric against them. It made his cock rock hard in his pants instantly and he had to pull his eyes away to focus on the road again.

He couldn't help but keep glancing over as she started to talk and moan and touch herself. His cock twitched in his shorts again and he swallowed the lump in his throat. If he didn't have to focus on driving he'd have loved to stare and even touch if she let him. "I uh... I have to focus... on the road." He mumbles out in response.

Brandy's attention shifted out the windshield when Drew mentioned the need to drive. "Then drive quickly, I'll try not to distract you." She said lightly though there was a purr in her voice, an undertone of pleasure as her fingertips moved to stroke the walls of her sex. She touched herself lightly she didn't want to come too soon just ease the ache there that sucking him off had caused.

Her other hand moved to massage and pinch her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her nipples only puckered further due to her attention and she gave a soft moan. "Please hurry Drew." She pleaded softly a note of begging in her words as if she was asking far more of him then to just break the speed limit getting them home.

It was hard not to be distracted after all the teasing and finally release. It didn't help that she was playing with herself, but he certainly sped up. Drew wanted to get home fast to see what would happen next. He wasn't sure what to expect and had never seen her like this. It was wrong that it was his mother, but she had made him just as horny. The speedometer continued to climb. His anticipation and increased speed made the rest of the journey home go by quickly. He had to hit the brakes a few times, but they made it safely. He pulled into the garage and shut the engine off turning his face to hers to see what she'd say or do next.

The drive home was fun. The faster he drove the more Brandy seemed to smile. In her mind the speed in which he used to get them home was in direct correlation with home much he wanted her. The speed he was using was more then a bit satisfying. She reclined back stoking herself while he drove but when they came within a block of the house she pulled her hands away and slide her panties back on leaving her shorts discarded on the floor board.

When they pulled into the garage he turned to look at her. There was expectation, curiosity and hope in those pretty eyes of his. She smile a slow seductive smile. "Come on, I'll give you something more interesting then the road to focus on." She said her voice a wicked purr as she opened the door and slide out of the car her hips swaying, undulating as she opened the door into the house and disappeared from view.

She'd left the garage slowly but once she was out of his sight she moved quickly striping off the rest of her clothing and leaving a trail of them from the kitchen up the stairs to her room. There she reclined on her bed, the lights low and waited for him her body buzzing with desire.

Drew was a bit slower and she disappeared from sight. However, the trail of clothes through the house clearly suggested just what she had in mind. His mind, however, did not quite process it as he walked up the stairs and down the hallway to her room. He was still wearing just his bathing shorts when he entered her room, his cock managing to have grown limp between the car and there. That did not last for long, however, as he came up short upon seeing her on her bed.

It was the most erotic sight his young eyes had ever seen and his cock quickly rose to attention, straining painfully against his shorts again.

Brandy gave a seductive smile to Drew when he walked into the room. He was outlined stunningly by the hall light and she felt a gush of liquid pleasure right to her cunt. "Now you can watch." She purred laying back and with her knees bend parted her legs and let him see the slick wetness of her sex, let it gleam slightly in the low lighting. Long agile fingertips parted her slick fold letting him see the pretty pink flesh of her sex. She stroked the pearl of her pleasure and gave a breathy moan.

"I think about you when I do this. I would think about the time I wanked in on you masturbating. Remember how embarrassed you were. All I could think was that I could have been putting that hard on to better use." She said a moan coloring her voice as she pushed two fingers into her dripping cunt and started finger fucking herself. "I don't know how may time I've woke up horny as hell after dreaming about fucking you. I'd do this, finger myself thinking about your cock." She said sounding a touch breathless.

Brandy's fingers moved agilely over her sex two finger stroked deeply into her body while her thumb rubbed and tight little circle over her clit. She brought herself almost to the edge before pulling her hand away slick with her own fluids. "Touch me Drew, Touch me please." She groaned wiggling on the bed a sensual delight just waiting, begging to be taken.


An 18 years old teenage boy and high school student, inexperienced in sexual encounters. He is easily aroused and struggles with controlling his desires. His nervousness and uncertainty suggest that he may be shy or apprehensive about engaging in these activities, particularly given the taboo nature of the relationship with Brandy.

Brandy gave a seductive smile to Drew when he walked into the room. He was outlined stunningly by the hall light and she felt a gush of liquid pleasure right to her cunt. "Now you can watch." She purred laying back and with her knees bend parted her legs and let him see the slick wetness of her sex, let it gleam slightly in the low lighting. Long agile fingertips parted her slick fold letting him see the pretty pink flesh of her sex. She stroked the pearl of her pleasure and gave a breathy moan.

"I think about you when I do this. I would think about the time I wanked in on you masturbating. Remember how embarrassed you were. All I could think was that I could have been putting that hard on to better use." She said a moan coloring her voice as she pushed two fingers into her dripping cunt and started finger fucking herself. "I don't know how may time I've woke up horny as hell after dreaming about fucking you. I'd do this, finger myself thinking about your cock." She said sounding a touch breathless.

Brandy's fingers moved agilely over her sex two finger stroked deeply into her body while her thumb rubbed and tight little circle over her clit. She brought herself almost to the edge before pulling her hand away slick with her own fluids. "Touch me Drew, Touch me please." She groaned wiggling on the bed a sensual delight just waiting, begging to be taken.

Drew watched her, listened to her, and almost creamed in his pants. It was so wrong but he was so horny. He didn't know if she was drunk or something, but she was certainly horny. She was laying there, naked, her legs spread wide, giving him a view of her glistening cunt. All shyness he would normally have had long gone out of the window and he quickly pulled his pants down, letting his cock spring free once more. He was now naked, just like her. Precum leaked from his cock again and he moved the last few steps to the bed before climbing on.

He quickly lay down beside her, on his side, his cock a hairline from rubbing against her leg. His eyes roamed over her full, perk breasts and flat stomach and down to that glistening moistness between her legs. "I've... I don't know... what to do..." He murmurs nervously, resting his hand on her thigh, unsure how to move it, where to move it, what to do with it.