A woman of striking beauty, marked by her fiery red hair and lovely green eyes. She carries an aura of mystery and tranquility around her, reflecting in her soft-spoken manner. Despite living alone in the woods, she possesses a strong sense of compassion and duty to help others, regardless of who they are or what they might have done. This selfless nature often leads her to put others' needs before her own safety. Her personality reveals a deep-seated fear and caution that likely stem from the constant threat she faces due to her secret identity as a witch.

Jack was quite aware of how disoriented she appeared with dirt and leaves in her hair. It was not his place to question it. It was more that if he did he would not like the answer. He really found her to be a lovely angel and his efforts was blindly to simply make her smile.

"Yes I did!" He beamed at her proudly. "I am feeling a bit better already, not the best but better!" He kept his smile. "Would you like me to warm some water so you can have a bath?" He motioned his hand into his hair to show her there was things in hers.

"No it's alright I can handle my own bathing" Alanna said softly "I just thought you'd be resting..."

She smiled it was nice but she didn't like him moving around too much though she needed to bathe before she ate anything. She set the basket down and went to heat some water so she could clean the dirt and leaves off of her. At least he hadn't asked what she had been doing that morning she wasn't sure she could tell a convincing enough lie as tired as she was. "Thank you for preparing breakfast" She said to him "But you really shouldn't strain yourself."

Jack smiled as he did feel like he made a good impression on her. It quickly changed as she refused his offer for fetching the water for her bath. He did like the thought of her bathing though he knew she didn't think much of him. He set aside a plate for both of them as she went to bath.

He was quite impressed by her clean glow, it reminded him of the angel he dreamt off. "It was my pleasure and I promise to take it easy if you would just smile. You are quite a lovely maiden!" He had to be direct.

Once Alanna was clean she let out a light sigh it was nice to be clean but it had done nothing to wake her up instead it had relaxed her. She hadn't gotten to sleep at all last night it had been her fault but she'd had no choice. She walked out in a clean dress with some linen tying her wait hair off of her face.

"I do smile" She said softly sitting down to eat "You just aren't paying attention." She was too worried to smile there was still a chance he'd find her out as a witch but she tried to push it into the back of her mind.

Jack took offense by her comment. He had been watching her carefully from the start. He never saw a smile, it was always a concerned look wanting to make sure he was safe. "Really, when did you last smile!" He smiled at his question and took a more focus gaze at her. Just in case she does smile he wouldn't miss it. "Common, just one big bright smile and I will stay in bed all day!" He tried to blackmail her for a smile

"Okay I haven't smiled... but that's because you can rip your stitches open" Alanna said to him "Speaking of which... I'll have to change your bandages after you're done eating."

She didn't want an infection to set in that could potentially cripple him or much worse. It took very little time for her to finish her food living in the woods hadn't left much time for social graces. She took her bowl to clean it out while she waited for him to finish eating. Glancing out the window she spotted her familiar. It was a wild cat that had twin tails and piercing green eyes. He was worried about her but she knew what she was doing.

Jack frowned at her response. "Don't worry about my stitches. I am fine!" He was suspecting the reason she was alone in the woods was probably because she was always that serious. "Don't you know how to lighten up. If you don't smile you may end up looking like an old ugly witch!" He was speaking freely now assuming she feared witches as well. He lifted his arms and offered them for her to change the bandages.

"There is not much to be joyous for in the world today" Alanna said softly as she slowly removed his bandages "You should know that yourself..."

She wasn't sure where that statement came from but she meant it there wasn't much happiness left in the world especially for those like her. The constant razor's edge she always walked if a hunter could reach her through the forest's danger then that didn't bode well for the village. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to say such a grave thing" She said forcing a genuine smile on her face.

Jack could sense there was something that prevented her from being happy. He took a practical approach to her problem as he adjusted his arm for her to change the bandages. He didn't take her words as being graved, he assumed being out here all alone with feed ones mind with such hopeless ideas.

"You are here. You are a reason that I can smile. Can breathe also." He added jokingly. She had the lovely green eyes and fiery red hair, every time he glanced at her he felt spell bound by her beauty. "If these woods don't give you a reason to smile, then maybe the lovely maiden should go to a place where she can smile!"

"Then who would help the Game hunters" Alanna asked him "I am here because I am needed..." It was only one of her reasons this forest kept her safe from harm it fed her. The only place she could truly feel safe was here but with him around that wasn't true anymore. If he found out he would just kill her like any other witch hunter in existence.

"You're wounds are healing well" She said as she finished "You'll be able to leave before you know it." That made her feel relieved she hoped he'd actually leave when he was well enough too. She could relax then but what would she do afterward he knew where she was and it wouldn't be long before others found her home.

"I'm not saying you aren't needed here!" Jack offered a smile as he glanced at his healing wounds. "I just feel you should be happy, smiling at time!" He looked back at her eyes, her lips. God they were tempting. "Maybe I should stay until you smile a bit more!" He teased wanting to see her reaction. He suspected she didn't want that and he held her hands ensuring she stayed there before him for a little more.

He felt his hands caressing her arms as he stood there. "You are so pretty, you know that, don't you?" He leaned closer, so she can feel his breath against her cheeks after his comment.

"Please stop insisting I be happy" Alanna said softly "I am perfectly content." When he mentioned staying she felt cold and tried to move away from him but he gripped her hands. She didn't meet his eyes what was doing why couldn't he just heal and leave. As his hands moved to her arms she glanced at him. A shiver ran through her as he leaned closer she wasn't sure how to react. "What are you doing?" She asked him softly.

"Have you never felt the touch of a man?" She was acting extremely nervous. Jack thought it was a sweet innocent look. His smile widen, something he would have loved to seen in her face. He leaned forward to offer her lips a kiss. He knew she didn't show any affection towards him so his plan was simple, to show her that he had affection for her. He had hoped that would change her attitude towards him. He tried to kiss her on the lips.

"Please... stop" Alanna said softly. She tried to step back when he leaned forward to kiss her she didn't feel comfortable being touched like this. He was acting strange and it made her even more nervous. When he tried to kiss her she turned her head and his lips brushed her cheek. She wasn't innocent she knew about being with a man even if she'd never been with one herself. "Just stop... please Jack" She told him.

It was a soft tone and Jack knew no woman would easily give away their honor. He softly tasted her cheek, his nose blessed with her natural odor. It was intoxicating. His hands still holding hers, he took what was offered to him. His nose playfully rubbed on her cheeks. It was a moment of heaven, much like the dreams he had of her. Far better than the dream.

It quickly changed when there was another no. It was like a sharp blade stabbing him back to reality. She didn't want his affection. Rejection wad brutal. He glimpsed at her face and only saw her distaste in him. Nothing else entered his mind. He sat their feeling lost and confused wondering how he let his mind lead him astray.

Alanna bit her bottom lips feeling his nose rubbing her cheek not sure if he was going to stop. When she felt his grip slacken she stepped away her hands shaking. "I..." She looked away and let out a sigh.

She clasped her shaking hands to herself to hide her fear hoping he wouldn't react with anger. He wasn't reacting but then again she couldn't tell.

Jack had always thought of himself as a good person. Why else would he fight those evil witches, but he realized he had crossed a line. In this story he wasn't the good guy. His eyes quickly noticing her trembling hands seeking comfort in each other. Only his eyes moved as the revelation was hard for him to swallow. He was possessed by her beauty to do more than he normally would have. He felt that was a good thing, to be so interested in her. But she didn't see it that way.

"I'm sorry, I have crossed the line!" He lifted himself off the bed. He knew he could managed now with his wounds. She had done a lot and it was healing far faster than he would have anticipated. "I'll seek shelter in this village you spoke off!" His words clear that it wasn't comfortable for both of them to be alone together. He needed one more thing from her though. "Which direction is the village?" He was already at the door.

Alanna tried to tell herself she wanted to stop him that he was still wounded but she wanted him gone. If he was well enough to leave that would be for the best. Though he wouldn't survive a trip to the village even if it were a short trip the forest would wound him and he would probably end up right back here.

"You cannot make the trip..." She said "I'll have to guide you..." She hoped he'd think she just didn't want him getting lost but she didn't want him getting attacked by the forest. "If I let you get hurt I would never forgive myself" She added.

Jack words only confirmed to Jack that she really don't want to be around him. She was interested in his safety, but not his feelings. He questioned himself what about him that really made her reject him. Vividly her change of attitude when he mentioned he was a witch hunter. He knew that was the case, but he had suppressed that thought thinking it was a minor detail. Where did she go early in the morning. Knowing his chances with her had vanished. He looked at her more differently now. Maybe she knew the witch that he battled with.

"Yes, I would be very grateful!" His tone had changed to a flat monolytic sound. He was just saying the right words. "I wouldn't want to encounter the witch on our way to the town!" Maybe she plotted with the witch in the early morning and leading him onto a trap. He had to plan for such an event.

"I doubt you will" Alanna said going to the kitchen "It'll take us the day to get there... so I'll pack a meal..." She packed bread, cheese, and dried Deer meat and grabbed a jar of her salve his change in attitude had jarred her.

"Take this with you" She said handing him the jar "It's the salve I put on your wounds... next time you change your bandages apply this..."

She grabbed her bag she'd have to retrieve her things when she returned but that would wait for now. Going to the door she waited for him to gather his things keeping her thoughts to herself and only saying what she thought was important. Hopefully he wouldn't find out about her until he was far away and she had left.

Jack had very little to gather. He just had his clothes. Most of his weapons was lost in the battle. He stared at her kitchen and seeing a large knife. He looked at her. "Do you mind if I borrow this. Maybe in the town, I can trade something and buy a proper weapon!" He took it up as she had no reason to object. Off course he didn't want to be defenseless in the event the witch did attack. The gleaming blade went to the side of his belt and he moved passed her at the door.

The outside of her home was very humble, a nice peaceful setting. Part of him wanting his thoughts about her colluding with witches to be wrong. He couldn't take the chance though. He had no idea where he came from, but he could see the trail of dry blood on some of the rubble on the ground to the East. He didn't say anything and prayed she was going to lead him in any direction but East.

Alanna suppressed a shiver when he went to grab the knife but she nodded at his question. Gulping hard she let him pass her before walking outside and looking around. The village was to the East a trek that she could handle on her own. It would go through the darkest parts of the forest but she hoped they could through without much trouble.

"Come on... it would be best to arrive there by nightfall" She told him eyeing her knife in his belt.

She headed towards the East knowing he'd follow her they would reach the village by sunset and she'd leave him to walk back on her own. Glancing at the blood stained stones it was a wonder he'd survived he'd passed through the darkest parts of the forest a place not even the bravest of game hunters would go.

Jack felt his heart race a bit as she moved toward the East. He felt sure now it was a trap. He prepared himself mentally to defend himself when the time came. The sweat building on the palm of his hand which was dabbed onto his pants repeatedly to keep them dry. She was just as silent giving him the dreaded feeling of fear. His adrenaline was also building in anticipation. He watched the pretty form that walked before him and still couldn't accept that she would lead him to his death.

The question of why she would save him in the first place was obvious in his mind. Maybe she was a cruel witch that love to see people suffer. Maybe she wanted to bring him close to death and then heal him and repeat the process indefinitely. "So do you help anyone in need?" It was a question to break the silence in the gloomy forest. "I mean, if it was someone that wanted to harm you, would you save them?" He words hinting to the fact that he was probably someone she regretted saving.

Alanna was walking in silence deeply afraid of what he would do with her back to him but she didn't break her stride to not appear nervous. Her hands shook slightly as she walked keeping her eyes ahead. The thought that he could stab her in the back at any second kept her from stopping. When he broke the silence of the walk she stopped for just a second before going back into her stride.

"I help anyone that comes to me wounded," She stated "Regardless of their standing... I suppose it is dangerous... but how could I turn away someone in need."

There were shadows moving through the trees the spirits of the forest were watching them closely. She felt safer with them around but if they attacked she didn't think she could let them kill a wounded man. He hadn't shown aggression towards her but he wasn't out of her life yet.

It was an odd response that she would help regardless the person. Jack was hesitant to believe someone could be that naive. He kept the paste behind the red haired woman but was far from accepting her answer. With his past he could never help anyone that posed a threat to himself.

"What if they have hurt you in the past?" He wanted to know if it was just words. No one can be that forgiving, especially if she was indeed a witch. His questions seem to add a chill to the air. He could feel a dark presence in the woods, maybe they were closer to the place where he battled the witch and he was feeling very uneasy.

"It doesn't matter... I have the skills and the knowledge to help people" Alanna said softly "Why shouldn't I help them." It was her calling even if the witch hunters would kill her for following it. The Witch Hunters didn't care about the people they killed.

"What about the people you've killed" She asked him softly "Are you sure they were all guilty... that they were all evil." She didn't want to be getting asked all of these questions without asking ones of her own.


A physically fit boy, likely athletic and muscular due to his association with football and the gym. He has a playful and flirtatious personality, often teasing Lina in their intimate interactions. He is open-minded and adaptable, considering new experiences like attending comic cons or trying out different fashion styles inspired by K-pop idols. Despite his initial unfamiliarity with some of these interests, he exhibits curiosity rather than dismissiveness. His strategic thinking is evident from his plans to find plausible reasons for them to spend time together without arousing suspicion. Overall, Chris is protective but also adventurous, willing to explore new territories in both physical activities and relationships.

"Clearly I'm not up on my K Pop, because I have no idea what that means." Chris said, smirking as his hand scratched up and down her back before coming to rest on her rear. He squeezed it softly, stretching out against her as he listened to her ramble. The last comment made him laugh though, smirking over at Lina. "I like to think more that they're like us than we're like them." Chris argued, laughing and shaking his head. "But also a bit jelly. Spending time away doing whatever they want sounds perfect." He admitted.

"Though, not like we can't do anything we want here now that they're not home." Chris grinned, wiggling his eyes down at her and laughed. "We just need to get them out of the house more." He admitted, plotting ideas already in his head. "Not that I won't be all over you with them here, we just... we should be a little more, uh, discreet is all." He figured. "Your mom is pretty cool, but I doubt she'd want to be woken up with the sound of you getting plowed every morning." Her brother teased, giving her ass a firm little slap.

"Though, it would be easier if they were... cool with it." Chris admitted, tilting his head a bit and he shrugged. "We'll just have to figure that out. Eventually." It would make things a lot easier. And fun to just be out in the open. But, also kinda crazy. Dad might be less restrictive with what he did with Kim, but honestly... dude needs to relax. Which sounds like Lina's mom has been helping him with. What a fucking crazy situation they ended up in. "What do K Pop Idols wear?" he laughed, mind going full circle to revolve back to her comment.

Lina laughed as Chris admitted to not knowing much about K Pop at all, though her attention was quickly diverted by his hands roaming over her body. She smiled at him and shrugged "Okay, maybe you're right about that, " she conceded, but nodded "Totally jelly. I guess not everything sucks about being adults." As he mentioned that they could do whatever they wanted since the parents were out of the house, she giggled anew, nodding vigorously up at him. "We do, and yeah I hope you would be all over me even if they are here... it'll be tough." She snickered at the mention of her mother and shook her head. "Yeahh probably not, better to be caut- eep!" she squeaked, feeling the slap to her ass.

"It would be, and yeah it will be something for the future for sure." she agreed, having not really thought too far ahead on the subject. But she knew that she wanted to keep doing what they were doing. She'd given him her first, and she didn't see wanting to give it up to anyone else right now. Especially since boys didn't really look at her that way, or at least she'd thought so until her stepbrother had shown up. And their initial dislike had led to a wild ride, quite literally at times.

"Oh, uh well..." She looked for her phone, but realized it was in another room, so she grabbed his and started to tap on it, bringing up pictures of very stylishly dressed, Korean hotties. Some were wearing a turtleneck and blazer combo, others were wearing more casual, hip-hop inspired clothing. "Stuff like this, " she nodded, showing him the photos. "But you don't gotta dress like this if you don't want, just... Mom and James were pretty adamant about the more than sweats and shorts stuff." She giggled, pressing her face against his chest.

Chris squinted at the photos, leaning in closer to study them as Lina flipped between various stars. He just arched an eyebrow and laughed. "That's a lot of coats and turtlenecks for this time of year." He teased, though the fall was rapidly approaching. Still. It was going to take some effort to break him of living that locker room life, but he had to start somewhere. He flicked to another photo and frowned, shaking his head. A small start. "But we'll see what we see at the mall." Chris said and handed Lina her phone back.

The football player put his arm back around his stepsister, snuggling her to his side and yawning feeling rather lazy at the moment. It'd been an emotional and physical two days and he was thoroughly enjoying having their parents gone. No doubt things will get trickier when they return, but one thing at a time. His fingers slipped into Lina's hair, lazily scratching and rubbing at the back of her scalp as he thought of the coming months. "So what is it you like to do in your free time? Besides video games that is." He smirked. Gaming was one thing they had in common, though not always the same games.

"I figure if we can think of something to do together regularly; out of the house; that would give us a good excuse to, um, be 'out of the house'." He laughed, thumb working in slow circles along her neck. His fingers traced down her side and back, lazily roaming her bare flesh enjoying exploring the short thing as they lounged in his bed. "For me it's always been sports, but I'm thinking I need a different hobby. What though..." he said wondering, then shrugged.

Lina couldn't help the giggle that came out as he commented on the photos, already imagining her well muscled, handsome step bro in those outfits. A dreamy sigh was heard just before she took her phone back, nodding to him. "Yup, hopefully we'll get enough to not get aggro from our parents." Jokingly, as she curled into him again, just as lazy as he was. At his curious question, she paused, then shrugged. "Well, I do like to go to anime and comic cons, do cosplay... "

She trailed off and moaned softly as his fingers massaged at her scalp, enjoying being pampered by him as he suggested they come up with an activity to 'get out of the house' together. "I mean, we do live near the beach, we could always take up surfing... but the waves here aren't nearly as good as they are on the West Coast." A little smirk crossed her lips and she wiggled closer, still in thought.

"I know! What about some kinda classes, like uh... art or self defense or something. Educational and fun, that should make the parents happy and not sus." She clearly liked the idea of having something dedicated to do with him, and was excited at the prospect of having Chris to herself more often. "Just some ideas, " she shrugged, and kissed him softly, before nestling back into his arms with a soft yawn.

Chris nodded along with his stepsister's ideas, his lips turning up in a smile as she clearly had caught on to what he had been suggesting. And a few of her options actually sounded pretty cool. "I've never been to any comic cons or anything, but from the videos they seem pretty insane and fun. Plus, I bet you've always had to go with your mom or friends. I'm sure she'd be a bit more lax if you had your big brother to escort you." He grinned with a wiggled eyebrow. "Though, you'll definitely have to help me with a costume or something." The football player admitted, shrugging as his fingers scratched their way back up her back.

"And you are right, the surfing here sucks in Florida. There's no doubt about that." Chris admitted, frowning as he'd tried it and the waves here just weren't big enough. "Though, but what we have great here is snorkeling." He said, smiling as his hand found it's way back into her hair as he thought aloud. "Lots of great reefs and wrecks here to go snorkeling over, plus if we're adventurous we could even catch fish for a fish tank." He grinned, fingers rubbing at her neck as she settled back into his side. "Classes could be fun too. Self defense or art or some sort of craft." He shrugged, having been far outside his wheelhouse. "Plus, I'm gonna start taking you to the gym too. Get your ass in shape." He teased, giving Lina's ass a firm spank.

"Sounds like a pretty packed year and we haven't even started school. No doubt we'll get up to more trouble there." Chris grinned, leaning down and kissed her softly as she yawned, his hand running up her bare side as she snuggled in. "Shopping first though. Tomorrow we'll hit the mall early and then who knows what." He agreed, resting his head on top of hers as his fingers lazily amused himself with her curves.


Chris's stepsister. A physically attractive girl, with a body that Chris finds appealing. She's interested in popular culture, specifically K-pop and cosplay, suggesting she might have a unique and possibly eclectic style. Her personality is playful and open-minded; she engages freely in their intimate relationship and is receptive to new ideas such as shared hobbies or activities. Despite her youthful interests, she also shows maturity in her ability to think ahead about the implications of their secret relationship. Her laughter and giggles hint at a cheerful demeanor, while her willingness to initiate physical contact suggests confidence in expressing affection. She is an adventurous individual who balances fun with thoughtfulness in her interactions with Chris.

Lina couldn't help the giggle that came out as he commented on the photos, already imagining her well muscled, handsome step bro in those outfits. A dreamy sigh was heard just before she took her phone back, nodding to him. "Yup, hopefully we'll get enough to not get aggro from our parents." Jokingly, as she curled into him again, just as lazy as he was. At his curious question, she paused, then shrugged. "Well, I do like to go to anime and comic cons, do cosplay... "

She trailed off and moaned softly as his fingers massaged at her scalp, enjoying being pampered by him as he suggested they come up with an activity to 'get out of the house' together. "I mean, we do live near the beach, we could always take up surfing... but the waves here aren't nearly as good as they are on the West Coast." A little smirk crossed her lips and she wiggled closer, still in thought.

"I know! What about some kinda classes, like uh... art or self defense or something. Educational and fun, that should make the parents happy and not sus." She clearly liked the idea of having something dedicated to do with him, and was excited at the prospect of having Chris to herself more often. "Just some ideas, " she shrugged, and kissed him softly, before nestling back into his arms with a soft yawn.


A 22 years old man with an attractive body, as indicated by Lexi's appreciative glances. He possesses an oversized manhood that he takes pride in. His personality is dominant and assertive, not shying away from expressing his desires or pursuing them. He's confident to the point of arrogance, often taunting and provoking Lexi. Despite his seemingly nonchalant attitude towards their incestuous relationship, there are hints of him being conflicted as well. Nonetheless, he enjoys the power dynamics at play and has a penchant for rough sexual encounters.

Watching TV, Dax wondered if she would ever come out from her room. Time went by and for a while he assumed she went outside through her window. It would be hard for her to face him, Dax knew that. It was hard to think of her as the same anymore too. But he knew her talents and instead of being grossed out, he wanted more. Since they couldn't change the past, Dax knew that if she did it once and loved it, she would love it all over again. She just might need some persuasion.

Before he could even think up a good way to get her on his cock again, Dax fell asleep. He passed out after smoking a couple grams of some lemon kush. Lying stretched out on the couch with one hand stuffed under the waistband of his boxers, he snored softly.

Lexi was going to leave but got way to fucking baked and just watched movies. She had taken a 7.5 perc and smoked a few bowls from her bong. Falling asleep for a couple hours she woke up completely forgetting about this morning. Going to the kitchen she didn't even see Dax till after she had poured her juice and turned around. It all came rushing back to her and she choked slightly on her orange juice. She was still high and decided she would talk to him. So she picked up an apple and threw it hard at his head.

When he woke up she crossed her arms under her large breasts and smiled. "Morning fucker. So I think we should forget what happened and never talk about it again. To anyone. Go back to smoking pot and getting on each other's nerves." Lexi hoped he was feeling the same way because she didn't know if she could live with him if it was any other way. Fuck she'd move back home until they could be normal again. She didn't like that she wanted to see his cock or feel it inside one of her three holes. Fuck she was sick.

Peacefully dreaming, Dax had no way to expect the rude awakening he would receive. Groaning loudly as he woke up with searing pain in his forehead. Looking up at his sister, he knew she had something to do with this. Angry, he yelled at her, "You stupid cunt!" He was happy that she was already bringing up the glory hole. Apparently during his nap he had a hard on. His cock was halfway to being stiff. Glancing down at the small tent in his boxers, Dax grinned as he looked up at his sister.

"How am I suppose to forget about that... huh? You suck cock like a pro, sis..." Taking a moment of silence, Dax picked up his bong. There was already fresh green weed in the bowl. He must have passed out shortly after packing it. After torching the bowl and blowing out billows of smoke, Dax looked at Lexi again. "Why don't you-" He coughed for a moment. Dax took another hit, held it in for a long time and then he released it while saying, "Suck my dick."

Lexi grabbed his bong and loaded more weed in it. Taking fat rips then blowing it in his face before she gave it back. She coughed hard after he told her to suck his dick then sighed as she put the bong down. "Look it isn't going to happen. Get the fuck over it Dax now." she then took another hit. Blowing it in his face she then reached out and smacked him playfully. Lexi always turned aggressive when smoking and today she just happened to be doing it at the wrong time. "You can't make me do shit! You're fucking pathetic." she sneered. Really Lexi was just taking her pent up needs and turning them into anger and violence to her perv brother. He was sick and she was too for wanting his cock balls deep in her tight wet cunt.

Dax was watching her carefully when she snatched up his bong. Picking it up when she was done, Dax sparked up and took one big hit. After she playfully smacked him, Dax blew a big puff of smoke in her face. He narrowed his eyes as she told him she couldn't make her do anything. Calling him pathetic was too far. "Bitch", he said while he took another hit. Then he set it down, blowing more smoke in her face.

"Make you..." He chuckled. "I never made you, you slut. I stuck my dick through that hole for the first time and soon I felt an eager mouth on the tip. I remember you played with it with your tongue. Then you sucked it down as far as you could. Bitch, you backed your ass up to that hole. Don't you remember? Don't act like you didn't love it. I'm just sayin'... We should do that again sometime. Maybe, without the booths in the way. I heard a rumor you like having your ass smacked while you get fucked rough."

He paused, leaned back as he looked up at her through bloodshot eyes. "You know you want it", he said in a low tone. "I can tell."

Lexi's face turned bright red and she took more hits thinking about her brother's words. She couldn't look him in the eye but he saw the conflicting emotions on her face. "Dax you're my brother... It doesn't matter what I want we can't do that." she didn't move away though. No instead she ran her eyes over her brother's sexy body and kept smoking away her feelings. Fuck just remembering the way he fucked her with a wall between them made her crave knowing what it would be like with out the wall. Lexi knew her brother could be rough but with her defiance they could have a lot of fun. Biting her lower lip she straddled him and pushed him back hard against the couch.

"You better make this worth my while or I'm moving out." she smirked then decided to make the first move rough. Her lips found his in a hungry and demanding dance of dominance. Her tongue sweeping across his lower lip demanding to play with his. Lexi wanted to push her brother to the edge and give him the best fight for dominance he ever had. Luckily she had a very high pain tolerance, he had always taught her to be tough. He could go as hard and as kinky as he liked and she would beg for more.

Dax was pleasantly surprised to see her straddling his lap. Of course he knew eventually she would come to her senses. This was sick, on a level that even had him weirded out. But it also excited him to a point he didn't think possible. There mere thought of ravaging her cunt once again had him hard as a rock. The lump under her ass was evidence of his arousal. Looking into her eyes as he leaned closer to smell her scent, a mixture of her perfume and weed. God, he loved how she smelled.

Then she had to go and tease him. Did she really have to taunt him, like he wouldn't try his hardest to fuck her brains out. Every part of this apartment would be a playground for them and soon she would know how worth it this was. Surprised when she leaned forward and kiss him, Dax met her eager attempts to claim some sort of dominance. At first, it was cute. But as their tongues thrashed against each other, Dax was grabbing a firm hold of her ass. And then he gave her a little spanking.

One after the other, his hands reared back and he slapped her ass. Getting bored spanking her through her clothes, Dax's fingers snaked to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up as he rubbed her sides. Pulling away from their kiss, he whispered, "I hope you don't have plans to do anything tomorrow. You aren't going to even be able to walk straight when I'm done with you."


A 20 years old woman with large, perky breasts and pale, soft skin. She is typically clad in lace lingerie that accentuates her attractive figure. Her personality is complex; she's assertive, aggressive at times, especially when under the influence of drugs. Despite her tough exterior and sharp tongue, Lexi harbors conflicting emotions about her desires and actions. She has an animalistic side that comes out during intimate encounters, revealing a preference for rough play. Underneath it all, however, she struggles with guilt and confusion over her incestuous relationship with her brother.

Dax was pleasantly surprised to see her straddling his lap. Of course he knew eventually she would come to her senses. This was sick, on a level that even had him weirded out. But it also excited him to a point he didn't think possible. There mere thought of ravaging her cunt once again had him hard as a rock. The lump under her ass was evidence of his arousal. Looking into her eyes as he leaned closer to smell her scent, a mixture of her perfume and weed. God, he loved how she smelled.

Then she had to go and tease him. Did she really have to taunt him, like he wouldn't try his hardest to fuck her brains out. Every part of this apartment would be a playground for them and soon she would know how worth it this was. Surprised when she leaned forward and kiss him, Dax met her eager attempts to claim some sort of dominance. At first, it was cute. But as their tongues thrashed against each other, Dax was grabbing a firm hold of her ass. And then he gave her a little spanking.

One after the other, his hands reared back and he slapped her ass. Getting bored spanking her through her clothes, Dax's fingers snaked to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up as he rubbed her sides. Pulling away from their kiss, he whispered, "I hope you don't have plans to do anything tomorrow. You aren't going to even be able to walk straight when I'm done with you."

Lexi loved the way he spanked and grabbed her ass. Then he was trying to get to second base and being a pussy about it. Lexi had expected more from Dax, the stories she heard from the girls he had been with made him seem much more... aggressive. When he pulled from the kiss she sat back and took her shirt off to reveal her very large perky breasts held up by a black bra with crisscross lace keeping it together. Her skin pale and very soft to the touch, smiling she put her hands on the hem of his shirt and ripped it down the middle.

Pushing it off his shoulders her eyes held more fire and her smile more malice. "Talk's cheap chump." then she kissed him hard to show she didn't want to think anymore. Lexi liked how her brain could shut off and the more animalistic side of her came out. She was wild in bed due to how rough she loved it. Lexi wanted to be picked up, thrown down and wrecked. That didn't work if she was thinking about the guy pounding her was her own brother.


A man who enjoys playful banter and teasing, indicating his sense of humor and easy-going nature. His broad hips suggest a sturdy build, further emphasized by Nicolette's teasing about him being a "big dumb guy". Despite this jesting, he's considerate in intimate situations, taking care to ensure his partner's comfort and pleasure. He's not afraid to express his desires openly but always remains mindful of his partner’s boundaries. His experience with past relationships has made him adaptable and understanding towards different sexual preferences. The fact that he's eager yet careful shows he's both passionate and respectful in the bedroom.

"I thought we were doing this so I could do you," Alex teased her playfully, "But yes, I would." Giving her a light push, she would find herself falling back onto the bed. Only this time, she wasn't given a chance to get up as he moved to loom over her, one hand moving to tug her white panties down and onto the floor, leaving her completely naked. He was impressed by how amazing she looked. Never would he have thought she would look like this after the last time they had met twenty years ago. But then again, he already knew the reason for it and he wasn't going to focus on that any more. Instead, he just grinned as he rolled the bottle of lube in his fingers.

Taking the lube, he allowed a generous dollop to drop onto his fingers. Winking, his hand would slowly slip between her legs, the lube being used to carefully caress her folds, teasing her slowly so that the lube got spread nicely. While he didn't know the details, he wasn't about to argue with her about this. It was her body and he was going to do what she asked him to do. Once that was done, he would carefully add more lube to his fingers before easing two of them into her slowly, making sure to spread the lube around inside of her. "Fuck you're tight," he said, "Are you sure that you're going to be able to handle me at all? As much as I'm eager to have fun, I don't want to end up breaking you."

He called her out on faking being scared of the storm. Whoops. Nicolette started to open her mouth for an explanation, but just laughed instead. She gave him a grin, then a shrug and a smile. "Got me." She confessed. "Hey." She raised her hands in surrender, "Big dumb guys like you enjoy feeling strong and protective." She said poking fun at him in her playful way. She loved egging him on. It really seemed to get him going, and he was hot when he got going.

"I just told you." She said, getting comfy as she lay on the bed and he worked a finger into her. "I can take it if you're gentle. I mean GENTLE." She emphasized. "Otherwise you know, halfway. Tops."

She looked up at him, propping herself up on her elbows as he worked his finger between her spread legs. "You have fucked a girl gently at some point in your life, right?" She asked, as if this might be a legitimate concern. She let out a little moan and wiggled her hips as he worked her a bit looser.

Alex smirked as she was forced to admit that she had faked being afraid of the storm. He had a feeling that was the case, but he wasn't going to complain about it since it had been the beginning of a very fun day so far. And it promised to be even more fun as he slowly started to prepare her for what they were going to do. "Yes, I've fucked a girl gently before," he said, rolling his eyes, "It happens more often than you seem to think. Or maybe you're just thinking I'm a big, dumb brute who doesn't know how to make sure the girl enjoys it too." He winked playfully at her as he continued to tease her pussy with his lubed up fingers, making sure that he got her nice and loose.

He teased her for a moment longer, allowing his fingers to tease her and stretch her slowly. She was extremely tight, tighter than any woman he'd been with before, so he was a bit worried that he might hurt her. But she seemed to think that she would be able to handle him if he was gentle, so he would give it a go. And if she was wrong, then he could ease back. After all, as much fun as he was looking to have, he didn't want to hurt Nicolette. Well, maybe he did just a little bit just to play with her. But he wasn't going to risk causing her actual harm, which was something that he knew could happen. Deciding not to think about it any more, he leaned down and kissed her.

After a few minutes, he would pull back and smirk as he pushed his fingers deeper slowly. "I think you're ready," he said as he leaned down to bite her neck, "I'm looking forward to stretching you out and seeing how much you moan as I fuck you." He winked playfully before he would shift his body so that he was between her thighs. He waited there for a moment, the head of his cock pressing against her lubed up entrance, almost like he was waiting to see if she would stop him or draw him closer.

Nicolette wiggled her hips on the bed, getting in just the right position as he worked his fingers into her. She let out a nice low moan as she spread her legs, enjoying the feeling of being stretched just a little, then grinned as he told her what he wanted to see.

"I'm looking forward to you making me moan." She sighed taking a deep breath as the wind blew in from the open window and the storm rattled the windows. This was great, there as something really twisted about her old friend fucking her and how much she was enjoying this new dynamic between them.

"Come on Alex." She purred, stretching her arms back on the sheets, arching her back and spreading her legs for him. "Make me moan."

The storm raged outside as they both seemed to be bracing themselves for what they were about to do. It was not what Alex had expected would happen when he invited Nicolette to visit him today, but the way their friendship had shifted in the short time since she arrived brought them to where they were. And he was definitely enjoying it as he watched her lean back and stretch, her back rising off the bed for a moment as her legs spread a bit to better accommodate his broad hips. And the way she invited him to make her moan just sent a shiver of excitement up his spine that no woman had ever given him.

Still, instead of just pushing inside her, he paused a moment and grabbed the bottle of lube once more. Pouring a bit onto his hand, he used it to stroke himself a couple of times, just making sure that they were both lubed up for what they were about to do. Once he was finally satisfied that he wasn't going to hurt her due to carelessness, he would aim the head of his cock for her tight pussy and start to slowly enter her. Almost immediately, he let out a low groan as she wrapped tightly around him, squeezing him harder than any pussy he'd ever been in before.

"Fuck, you're not kidding," he said with a groan, "I've never been inside a woman this tight before. I think I like it." He winked playfully as he started to carefully push deeper, mindful of her reactions. If he thought that he was going too fast or too deep for her, he would slow down and pull back, only pushing deeper when she would let him know it was alright. One thing that she wouldn't be able to miss was how he was doing his best to ensure that he lived up to his word to be gentle and not hurt her.


A playful and confident woman who enjoys teasing her partners. She carries an aura of self-assuredness, unafraid to express her desires or take charge in intimate situations. Her body is enticingly tight, a trait she takes pride in. With a knack for setting the pace and guiding her partner, she exhibits a strong presence even when vulnerable. Her ability to derive emotional peace from physical pleasure speaks volumes about her sensual nature. Despite years passing since their last encounter, she maintains an adventurous spirit that adds an exciting dynamic to her relationships.

The storm raged outside as they both seemed to be bracing themselves for what they were about to do. It was not what Alex had expected would happen when he invited Nicolette to visit him today, but the way their friendship had shifted in the short time since she arrived brought them to where they were. And he was definitely enjoying it as he watched her lean back and stretch, her back rising off the bed for a moment as her legs spread a bit to better accommodate his broad hips. And the way she invited him to make her moan just sent a shiver of excitement up his spine that no woman had ever given him.

Still, instead of just pushing inside her, he paused a moment and grabbed the bottle of lube once more. Pouring a bit onto his hand, he used it to stroke himself a couple of times, just making sure that they were both lubed up for what they were about to do. Once he was finally satisfied that he wasn't going to hurt her due to carelessness, he would aim the head of his cock for her tight pussy and start to slowly enter her. Almost immediately, he let out a low groan as she wrapped tightly around him, squeezing him harder than any pussy he'd ever been in before.

"Fuck, you're not kidding," he said with a groan, "I've never been inside a woman this tight before. I think I like it." He winked playfully as he started to carefully push deeper, mindful of her reactions. If he thought that he was going too fast or too deep for her, he would slow down and pull back, only pushing deeper when she would let him know it was alright. One thing that she wouldn't be able to miss was how he was doing his best to ensure that he lived up to his word to be gentle and not hurt her.

The cold breeze blew in around them, feeling lovely around their hot bodies as Nicolette lay on the soft bed, legs spread and knees raised, she lay flat and stared up at the ceiling as he slid into her. She let out a soft little moan of delight as he stretched her out thoroughly, she let him slip into her, bit by bit, more and more until, he was almost all of the way in. "Mmmm." She moaned happily, hands at her knees holding them back and apart, eyes closed as she enjoyed the feeling of being stuffed so completely.

"I'll always be tight." She grinned at him, partially just to entice, but also partially just to be proud of who she was. The double edged sword of it though, was she couldn't stretch very much, which was why he had to be so gentle. She wondered idly if he would get sick of it? Well, if he liked her tight pussy so much hopefully not.

"Just chill for a sec." She said, sighing peacefully as she enjoyed the sensations of having him inside of her, nerves pulsing over the little ridges and imperfections in his skin as she felt every single one of them, each a little wiggling jolt of joy that coursed through her body. She smiled, feeling both the physical joy as well as a sense of emotional peace from this.

"But you didn't figure we'd end up like this huh?" She said, sighing again as the breeze blew and her body shivered, each little movement sending out a layer of ripples as she squeezed and felt him inside of her. "Start moving back and forth a little." She encouraged him, wanting to get gently fucked as she looked up at him. "C'mere." She beckoned him to lean over her and get his face nearer to hers. She wanted to look at him, the grown him, as he sweetly and slowly fucked her.


A young and attractive woman with a nubile body. She has blonde hair. Her beauty is of the caliber that she could be mistaken for a Hollywood starlet. Amber carries an air of indifference towards the world outside her bubble of luxury and pleasure, focusing more on personal satisfaction than broader issues. Despite this aloofness, she is not devoid of fear or vulnerability when faced with dire circumstances.

Amber stood on the balcony of her hotel suite, looking out over the rather chaotic scenes below with an indifferent gaze. There was some sort of revolution going on in the streets below, as this Caribbean island nation was rather prone to every few years, but the fancy resort she stayed in remained untouched. The fighting was getting awfully close to the resort gates, but the staff had assured the guests that they had no interest in a hotel, and that security was tight. So, she figured, the problem of these people was far from her own.

Besides she thought as she turned back into her room, I've got this pretty little thing to keep me company. She had managed to seduce one of the hotel's bartender, paying her bosses off in order to get her off work for the duration of Amber's stay. A local girl, she hadn't even known who Amber was, but part of her attraction was that she was brave enough to admit that. She was a fiery thing, and the night they had spent together just hours before was one of the best Amber had ever had.

The little Latina girl was fast asleep now, sprawled out on the mattress with just the fancy red lingerie that Amber had given her to wear. Amber wore only a lacy black nightgown, that barely covered anything of her nubile young body at all, short as it was. Gently, she took her place beside the girl, curling up against her and getting ready to sleep herself...

...she had no idea that the riots outside were growing only larger, and continually closer.

Although he was born and raised in the worst parts of the slum, Santoro had never had any kind of political consciousness. The fitful changes of government that rocked his home island meant nothing to him, other than opportunity for personal gain. He had grown up tall and tough among a dozen scrapping brothers, earning long lean muscles and an iron will. In his adolescence he won control of a youth gang, named el Moros due to the fact they were all black. Within a few years they had become rulers of the dusty streets.

The riots provided excellent cover for the Moors to loot the beleaguered downtown area. While the overworked cops were distracted they could take their time picking through the shops and cars abandoned in the chaos. Locals had long since fled to the countryside, and any tourist with a brain had gotten a safe distance away.

But when Santoro saw the lights still blazing in the Hotel Sol, he realized there must be a few gringos stupid enough to stick around. They were the best pickings, and wealthy Americans were the ultimate prize—particularly when they brought their pretty young daughters, who always made such great sport.

Suddenly he saw a woman appear momentarily at he balcony. With the light blazing behind her he couldn't make her out too clearly, but she was definitely a puta gringa of great beauty. A grin like a knifecut slashed across Santoro's death's head face. His teeth—all pure gold—flashed in the dark.

Santoro turned to his gang and spoke in rapid-fire Creole. "We're going to pay a visit to that hotel, boys," he said, pointing with his machete. "Fan out on all floors, search all rooms. Bring anyone you find to the restaurant at the back of the first floor, that's our base. And if you see any white bitches, they're mine. Now then, give the guests a taste a local culture!"

The gang laughed raucously and began smashing the lower windows to pieces, pouring into the foyer and racing up the stairs...

Amber, though not the pretty young lover she slept beside, awoke to the muted sounds of broken glass and screaming down below. It was faint enough that it may have come from the streets outside the resort, but... no, another burst of sound confirmed it. This was much, much, closer. Almost right below them.

To confirm her fears, and also to wake up the hispanic woman in her bed and send her into a panic as well, a hurried knock was soon heard at her door. Answering, despite being so scandalously dressed that the hotel employee who spoke to her was distracted from the much more pressing matters for a moment, she was informed that she would do best to stay in her room and wait for the local police and government forces to come control the situation. If she had paid attention to the news enough to know just how bad the situation had gotten, she may have realized just how foolish this advice was, but this was not the case. So she heeded the man's words, locking the door behind him.

She sat in quiet fear on the bed with the young vixen she had been so happy to be with only hours before, helpless to see what would happen next. Suddenly, she heard cries coming from the room next to them, which she soon enough recognized (out of a good amount of familiarity) to be the yelps and whimpers of a woman in the midst of sex. Though blended in with this were horrid screams and cries of terror, and she was a smart enough girl to figure out what that meant.

And then came what she first believed to be another, firmer knock at her door. However, the knocking quickly turned to urgent bashing, as if someone were trying to force the lock of her suite. The young blonde starlet turned to the woman at her side, both paralyzed and speechless with fear.

The gang were like a pack of rats as they scurried and clawed their way around the hotel. They greedily stuffed their pockets with every bauble they could find, hauling their trophies through to the restaurant hidden at the back of the hotel. Captured guests and staff were brought in by twos and threes, their trembling hands held tight on top of their heads. Barking angrily in broken English the gangsters forced them to all kneel facing the wall.

Upstairs, Santoro led a trio of his most trusted brothers as they closed in on the room he had seen the blonde in. They kicked in doors like they pieces of paper, and charged into every room with a savagery designed to stun and cow their victims. For the most part they were old—good for cash and jewelry, but poor entertainment. Others were younger, but several of the gang were already making themselves busy with them. Santoro sated himself by kicking some old American man to death on the floor of his room, while he whimpered and gurgled helplessly.

Then they reached 112, the room they had been searching for. With a single solid kick Santoro was able to sent it flying open. He and his boys entered the room and found two women huddling on the bed. One was a local, the other the stunning blond from the balcony. For a moment the four men stood staring at them, until Santoro barked once more and issued a new string of orders. He got the youngest of his trio to go back downstairs, and pass on orders to lock down and wait. Then he turned to Balbo and Rafel, a Laurel-and-Hardy type pair of thugs he kept as escorts, and got them to place a table across the battered door.

Turning to the women, he said in thickly accented English, "So then, who do I have the honor of addressing?"

Amber gathered the blankets up about herself to cover her scantily-clad body when the men burst in. The woman by her side didn't react quite as severely, apparently more used to this kind of thing. Her eyes met the attackers' with some ferocity, while Amber's were filled with fear. She attempted to reassure herself, knowing (or perhaps hoping?) that these men would only be after her money and valuables.

Surprised by the rather formal question the gold-toothed man had for her, the young actress couldn't manage an answer, paralyzed with terror. She opened her mouth to say something, but just then, the woman she was with began speaking in the local tongue, far too rapidly for Amber to even begin to understand.

She hadn't a clue, but the woman was bargaining with Amber's soon-to-be-captors, telling them of how the 'American bitch' was the one they wanted, and that she was famous and would fetch them a heavy ransom.

Santoro and his boys couldn't take their eyes off the trembling blond girl. She was like a Venus made flesh to them, and they barely noticed the local callgirl beside her. As far as Santoro could tell the hooker was on of the better sort, for foreigners only, and not one of the poorer working girls he was mainly familiar with.

The blond was obviously frozen in terror—much to Santoro's delight—but the looker was much more loquacious. She was used to this sort of business, and with a hardened survival instinct she fully intended to get out of it with a profit. In an urgent torrent of gutter slang she explained who the blond was and how much she could be worth, and that they could all get very rich out of this.

Santoro's yellowed eyes bulged when he heard all this. A Hollywood movie star! Well, she certainly looked it, he thought... now I wonder if she fucks like one? With a leer he glared at Amber, sizing up how to proceed.

"So, you like the girls, eh?" he oozed. "You do not like the cock, then? Maybe you will now." He dropped his tight jeans to reveal a 12-inch boa between his legs, crowned by a thick tuft of wiry black hair. Turning to his two cronies, he barked "Grab the blond bitch, hold me down. You—" he spat at the hooker, "-sit in the corner and wait your turn."

Figuring it was the best chance for her survival, the local vixen--Amber couldn't even remember her name, at this point, as filled as fear as she was--did indeed start for the corner, until one of the henchmen directed her to one further from the door in the local tongue. She huddled up in the corner in her scarlet lingerie, mumbling to herself in Spanish. Amber could see her eyes were still searching for an opening to escape, however. It wasn't her first kidnapping.

Amber froze up. "Grab the blonde bitch, hold her down." She couldn't believe her ears, "No!" she pleaded "I'm... I'm famous!" It was nothing like her to point that out in such a tacky way, but she was rather hysterical at this point, "I'll get you money! As much as you want!" Tears were streaming down her cheeks at this point, ruining the make-up left on despite the late hour. The local girl hadn't given her much of a chance to clean-up, since getting to the hotel.

The two henchmen may well have not heard her, for how little they reacted. Amber rolled onto her stomach and tried to crawl away on the bed in a futile gesture, but one of the men took her bare calf in a vice-grip, yanking her back roughly as the other one flipped her onto her back and got behind her, taking her arms and ripping them above her head. It was a well-practiced routine, clearly. Amber was crying out her hysterical "No!" the entire time, between less comprehensible yells and sobs.

In the struggle, her skimpy nightgown had been disturbed enough that it hardly was any sort of cover. Its bottom hem, which had only just barely covered her to the end of her hips, had been pulled up, fully revealing her womanhood and the short stubble above it that was enough to show her for a natural blonde, but no more.


A tall, muscular man hardened by his harsh upbringing in the slums. He possesses an iron will and a fierce determination that led him to rule over his gang, el Moros. His face carries an intimidating grimace, accentuated by his pure gold teeth that flash ominously in the dark. Santoro is ruthless and opportunistic, taking full advantage of chaos for personal gain. He exudes a sadistic pleasure from instilling fear and dominance over others, particularly those he deems weaker or more privileged than himself.

Figuring it was the best chance for her survival, the local vixen--Amber couldn't even remember her name, at this point, as filled as fear as she was--did indeed start for the corner, until one of the henchmen directed her to one further from the door in the local tongue. She huddled up in the corner in her scarlet lingerie, mumbling to herself in Spanish. Amber could see her eyes were still searching for an opening to escape, however. It wasn't her first kidnapping.

Amber froze up. "Grab the blonde bitch, hold her down." She couldn't believe her ears, "No!" she pleaded "I'm... I'm famous!" It was nothing like her to point that out in such a tacky way, but she was rather hysterical at this point, "I'll get you money! As much as you want!" Tears were streaming down her cheeks at this point, ruining the make-up left on despite the late hour. The local girl hadn't given her much of a chance to clean-up, since getting to the hotel.

The two henchmen may well have not heard her, for how little they reacted. Amber rolled onto her stomach and tried to crawl away on the bed in a futile gesture, but one of the men took her bare calf in a vice-grip, yanking her back roughly as the other one flipped her onto her back and got behind her, taking her arms and ripping them above her head. It was a well-practiced routine, clearly. Amber was crying out her hysterical "No!" the entire time, between less comprehensible yells and sobs.

In the struggle, her skimpy nightgown had been disturbed enough that it hardly was any sort of cover. Its bottom hem, which had only just barely covered her to the end of her hips, had been pulled up, fully revealing her womanhood and the short stubble above it that was enough to show her for a natural blonde, but no more.

Although Santoro had long since renounced the God his mother had raised him with, he offered up a silent prayer of thanks at the sight before him. With Balbo holding her wrists, and Rafel pinning down her legs, the blond girl was nearly naked as she writhed about helplessly on the luxury mattress. Santoro could easily understand her pleas of fame and money, but he wanted neither of them. Instead the little pink oyster between her thighs, flashing at him invitingly, was the prize he sought.

He leaped upon her tanned, toned body like a panther. Caressing and squeezing every part of her with a kind of languid sadism, Santoro drank her in her terror through her eyes, letting it intoxicate him like his favorite rum. With skinned and callused fingers he stroked her skin, savoring the scent and the softness. He traced his fingers down across her firm breasts and tight stomach, slowly bringing them down to her pussy lips.

"Now then, Amber," croaked Santoro. "Time for your first real man."

He slid in hard and fast, despite the tight dryness of Amber's practically-virgin cunt. Every single inch of his foot-long rod slowly pierced her, while the two thugs holding her down whooped in delight and cheered their boss on. He crushed her box like a velvet cushion, stretching her inside far beyond anything she thought physically possible. With slow, measured strokes he began to steadily pound her like a drum.


An 27 years old brother who is protective and caring towards his sister, Brianna. He shows genuine concern for her well-being and is willing to help her when needed. His personality is patient and responsible, as he tries to maintain a level-headed approach in their interactions despite Brianna's teasing. He wears a tight v-neck shirt while cooking dinner, highlighting his athletic and toned build.

Jason had been off in his own little sports world when his sister Brianna was struggling to get the door open without letting her skirt fall to her ankles. The TV wasn't blaring by any means, but it was loud enough to drown out the sound of someone trying to open the door.

He could hear the door actually opening once she got it, perking up, happy to have her home. "Hey sis, how wa-" His greeting cut off as she entered the room. Her skirt was tattered to shreds, but why?

"Woah, Brianna, are you okay? I couldn't hear the door, you should have rung the bell." He said, genuinely concerned as he followed her up towards her room, wanting to know what was going on. In doing so he was following behind her on the stairs, unable to look away from how exposed she was. His little sister was half-nude in front of him and he couldn't look away. Of course he knew it was wrong and he wasn't going to act on it.

"Why don't you go cover yourself up and tell me what happened? I want to hear how your week's been going." He offered, wondering just what could have led her to this little exhibitionist show as he still held his beer, taking a sip and trying to avoid looking down.

Heading up the stairs to her room she stopped mid way to answer Jason's questions, but as soon as she did, she realized the state of things with relation to her skirt and her brothers position.

Blank faced and pale she looked down at her brother, no further motion to hide herself as the last thread on her skirt snapped, only her pinky holding up any dignity in their relationship. The cold words left her mouth as she looked down on him, the compilation of her already hard day was her buzzed brother looking up at her not-so-covered ass.

"Ew bro stop following me up the stairs as my ass is hanging out." She looked at him blankly. "How many beers have you had?!" She stormed up the rest of the way, making it to her door as she rushed into her room and slammed it behind her. She let the torn skirt fall to the floor finally as she rested her lace covered ass against the wood of the door.

"What an idiot." She waited to see if he would keep following her. Maybe she needed to get him into AA. She shuddered for a moment at what he might have seen.

Jason looked up at his sister dumbfounded as she tried to call him out for looking at her bare ass. "Woah, just because I'm behind you on the stairs doesn't mean I'm looking at tour ass. That's weird." He said point blank.

"This is my first one! This wouldn't even get a baby drunk!" He added as she stormed off into her room and slammed the door. As much as he loved her, her bratty tendencies from childhood still seemed to be in tact.

He stood outside the door but didn't knock or try to open it as he heard her resting against it. "Look, I'm not trying to make this weird. I just want to know what's going on. You coming home in a tattered skirt makes me worried something happened. I'm not gonna be all mom and dad about it, but it'd be nice to know you're okay."

Brianna chuckled to herself at how flustered her brother got at her calling him out for looking at her panties. She wondered if he actually did, it would be the most action she had gotten since coming to college, as weird as it would be coming from her brother. Brianna cracked the door slightly to peak out at her brother, a big grin on her face.

"Oh nothing much bro, just normal college stuff, big football players having their way with me behind the union building, that sort of thing." She chuckled as she peaked out at him. She would give a long pause for Jason to react, before sticking her tongue out at her big brother. She wondered if the image of big men fucking his little sister would bother him.

"Or it was just a door handle decided to go to town on my skirt. Ill let you decide which. Either way I am fine Jason." She shut the door once more to pull on some short cotton shorts before emerging once more from her room. Hand on her hip. She had a teal tank too on that tightly fit around her figure, the outlines of her A cup bra clearly defined.

As Brianna peeked out of her door to see him standing there his eyes widened at what she had first said caused her lack of proper attire. Speaking of multiple football players going at her. His mouth was left agape before she finally offered up a second, more reasonable solution.

"You're such a fucking brat, Brianna." Jason responded before she shit her door. By the time she had re-emerged he had left the hallway and went down to the kitchen, beginning to prepare dinner for himself, making an extra portion in case she wanted some. It was going to be salmon and broccoli for dinner, unless of course she desired something else.

"Ya well you're ugly!" Brianna snorted as she yelled her retort back through her door. She heard her brother retreat back down stairs as she finished up changing. It was almost dinner time so she hoped that soon he would be feeding her something yummy. As she looked in her mirror fussing with her hair she smiled to herself. Despite how stressful school got or the problems there, she always came home to her brother and was happy. No matter how she gave him a hard time or he called her a brat, she truly did love her brother.

Opening her door and running down the stairs her suspicion of a yummy meal were confirmed, and Brianna took in the aroma as her brother stood in his tight v-neck cooking. Walking behind him she looked him up and down and pretended to take a long sniff.

"Smells gross." She teased. But after letting the mandatory sibling insult she hugged him from behind, pressing her body against his as she released the stress from a long day.

Jason had been flipping the salmon to finish its sear when he heard Brianna coming downstairs. He rolled his eyes earlier at the mention of him being ugly, but then when she came down and said it smelled gross he shook his head, she was always one to instigate.

But as she hugged him he could feel her body pressed to his, the loving embrace she always gave him since she was little. "Yeah, gross like you. If you don't like it I'll happily take your portion." He said before moving to the cabinet to grab two plates.

He plated their meal and opened the fridge to grab himself what would only be his second beer of the night. "Need a drink? Or are you just gonna tell mom that big brother is an alcoholic?" He said with an eyeroll.


A college-aged woman who has a playful and teasing personality. She enjoys bantering with her brother, Jason, and sometimes pushes boundaries with her jokes. Despite this, she shares a close bond with him and finds comfort in their relationship. She wears an A-cup bra and has a figure that is accentuated by her tight-fitting teal tank top.

Jason had been flipping the salmon to finish its sear when he heard Brianna coming downstairs. He rolled his eyes earlier at the mention of him being ugly, but then when she came down and said it smelled gross he shook his head, she was always one to instigate.

But as she hugged him he could feel her body pressed to his, the loving embrace she always gave him since she was little. "Yeah, gross like you. If you don't like it I'll happily take your portion." He said before moving to the cabinet to grab two plates.

He plated their meal and opened the fridge to grab himself what would only be his second beer of the night. "Need a drink? Or are you just gonna tell mom that big brother is an alcoholic?" He said with an eyeroll.

Brianna took out some silverware, plates, and napkins for them after she had let her brother go. He did feel warm, and so much larger than her. She loved large men, perhaps that's why she used some fantasy she had of football players taking her out back and having their way as an example to tease her brother.

"Oh no, I must have your portion too, I wouldn't want Mr. Important Businessman to get sick from eating something so gross." She threw her brother a playful smile. She went along with his gross comment as well, pretending to be wounded by it like she cared. Yet a little voice deep down did speak some insecurities to her then, "what if your brother does think you are gross" she shook her head as if she was shaking the thought away.

"Yeah I'll take a drink." She said as she carried the utensils to the table. "After my fucking day I need it. I just bought that skirt too... those mean football players..." She smiled mischievously as she sat down and waited to be fed.


A lion demi-human, characterized by his long blonde mane and a slender tail. He has a muscular, toned body with tanned skin. Notably, he possesses an extraordinarily large genitalia. He tends to wear only red speedo swimming trunks. Personality-wise, Cleo exudes confidence and comfort in his own skin. He appears to be experienced and patient in dealing with newcomers like Shiro, suggesting that he's been in Rakuen for quite some time and knows its norms well. His outgoing nature is evident from his open discussions about physical intimacy and his readiness to engage in such activities without hesitation or awkwardness.

"Alright, hey, just relax, buddy" came the confident and composed voice of another male as he approached Shiro. The man in question looked to be about the same age as Shiro himself, though perhaps with more muscle tone in his slender body. He was tanned-skin but not exactly dark, and his blonde hair was long enough that it could almost be considered a mane, perhaps emphasized by the slender tail he possessed that ended with a patch of fur.

Most distracting of all though, was that this young man was only wearing one piece of clothing; A seemingly tight pair of bright red speedo swimming trunks that did absolutely nothing to hide the clearly defined, and oversized bulge of his junk inside of it. He wasn't freakishly huge, but he was definitely bigger than normal humans, and bigger than anything Shiro had ever seen.

The fit young lion came to knee beside Shiro. "You've got a lot of questions, I know buddy" He told Shiro. "But just take a moment to chill and accept the situation, alright? You're in no danger here, okay? My name's Cleo, do you remember your name at all?"

Hearing the lion demi talk made Shiro jump, but seeing him made the kitsune demi blush heavily, not only from his toned body and lion like features, but also the crazy size of his genitalia. His junk was larger than anything possible by humans, and was definitely the biggest that he'd ever seen. His voice did make him calm down though, and Shiro took another breath. Whatever this place was, it felt much more relaxed and safe than his old world. "Uh... Shiro. My name is Hisagi Shiro. Hisagi is my family's name, Shiro is my given name." Calming down, he remembered the events that led him here, and he quickly removed his shirt, more concerned about his chest at this point. "Whoa, there's no scar or anything... The last thing I remember before waking up here was being stabbed in the chest... Someone attacked me with a knife, and they severed an ephemeral artery, so I bled to death... Then I remember a light, and a voice... After that, I was in that water..."

After taking another breath, Shiro felt his ears again. The fur was incredibly soft, softer than anything he had ever felt before, and using a few snaps to confirm, his hearing was much better than ever before. He also took another look behind him. His tails softly pivoted as he stood, allowing him to maintain much better balance than ever before, even when he leaned at weird angles. He could also see past his tails that he now had quite the ass. It was incredibly large for his weight, plush, and perfectly shaped. Taking another breath, he turned to Cleo. "So Cleo, is it normal for people to change when coming here? I was definitely a human before coming here. I didn't have fox ears or a single tail, let alone nine. My ass was also definitely not this big. It wasn't small by any means, but it wasn't this large." Shiro's ass was large enough, and his hips wide enough, that it made him look very feminine, especially compared to the more masculine lion demi next to him.

Cleo just crouched beside Shiro, waiting patiently for the newly-arrived kitsune to come to his own senses. It was quite clear that this Cleo was used to such encounters, merely waiting for Shiro to finish asking his questions.

"Well, Shiro, you're now in the world of Rakuen" Cleo told him. "You've just emerged from what we call the Font of Life, because that's where all the new arrivals and non-natives come from, talking about different words and different lives, usually which have been cut short, by the sounds of things" Cleo explained. "As for the animal parts that you have, and that jiggly-looking butt of yours, I'm not really sure... To be honest, both transformations are pretty common here, so maybe how you emerge from the Font is a reflection of your true nature, or something... If you so wanted, I'm sure we could find you places to change even more, or restore your old look"

Cleo smiled and stood up. "Well, as I said, I'm Cleo, I'm... people coming through the font have called me a... 'life guard', whatever that is... I'm kind of here to help you get used to, what I'm sure is to you, a strange new world." Cleo grinned, putting his hands on hips, proudly and unashamed. "I'll give you a warning though, I hope you're open minded, because... well, the people of Rakuen are very... affectionate, mentally and physically, if you get what I'm saying"

"For instance... since it seems you can't take your eyes off it, you're more than willing to come and feel up my crotch" Cleo told him. "You can even come and stick your hands down my trunks if you want... but, just so you know, I'm gonna want to touch that butt of yours" Cleo told him, smirking.

Shiro listened intently as Cleo explained the world to him, trying to understand what happened and where he was. It made him fee better that he wasn't a special case in regards to ending up here, and be was quick to catch on. "I see. I guess I'll just try to make the most of my situation. It isn't every day that you get another chance after being killed. As far as the fox parts and my butt, I think I'll keep them. Not gonna lie, I kind of like having a larger ass. The kitsune has always been a creature I can relate to, so being one now is pretty cool."

Hearing what Cleo had to say about Rakuen's inhabitants made Shiro blush a bit, but it was definitely exciting. When Cleo offered to let the kitsune feel up his crotch in exchange for a bit of butt squeezing, the kitsune turned bright red and flustered, but he seemed a bit excited as well. "Oh... wow... That's a major culture shock... I'm fully open minded and willing to try anything, but the world I came from was incredibly conservative and not very open... But hearing that open of an offer like that... It's actually really refreshing." Shiro smiled here, his body relaxing as he started to realize just how suited he was to Rakuen. "I'll take you up on your offer Cleo. I just hope you don't mind an amateur's touch." A bit shyly, Shiro reached out and felt the bulge in Cleo's speedo. His junk was massive, and felt incredibly warm. Plus the shape was incredible. "Jeez... I can think of so many guys who would have killed for a cock and sac this large."

Cleo gave a smirk of amusement at Shiro's awe at the size of his package. "If you think that I'm big, you should see some of the guys back in town... But, I guess I'll bask in the admiration for now" He said, with a chuckle, before he took Shiro's wrists into his grip and pressed both of Shiro's hands a lot more firmly onto the bulge that was crotch. Shiro would not only feel the heat and the mass, but he'd also easily feel it moving, starting to get semi-erect at the kitsune's attention. "Don't worry, I get the feeling you won't be an 'amateur' for very long" He assured Shiro with a grin, as he rubbed Shiro's hands along the bulge of his tightly packed, nearly arm-length cock. He even made Shiro's hands rub down the sides, to get a feel for his hot, pineapple-sized balls, which could be heard sloshing from his touch.

Cleo smirked as he watched Shiro's face as he guided him, before grinning. "Now it's my turn" He told Shiro, before releasing his wrists, and then reaching around to grab the cheeks of Shiro's ass. He pulled him closer, so that he and Shiro were now almost chest-to-chest, with Shiro's own, no doubt growing arousal, forced against the oversized junk of Shiro. Cleo grinned wider as he squeezed and jiggled the plush, bountiful booty of the kitsune before him. "Mmm... that's a real squishy ass you've got there" Cleo purred. "Yeah, I think you'll be popular here... I bet that ass would feel great... around my cock" Cleo whispered huskily. "And probably around my face too" Cleo said, before chuckling. "...I know I should be helping you get your bearings, and walking you to town, but... this ass-" He gave Shiro's butt a playful spank. "...if I have to watch this shaking all the way back to Brightshore, I think I'm gonna lose it, so... how about, as a little payment for my... assistance..."

He gripped the cheeks a little tighter, pressing and pulling them apart. "...You let my put my cock, in your ass, and I'll give you a REAL Rakuen welcome" Cleo whispered.

When Shiro felt Cleo press his hands more firmly against the lion demi's cock and balls, he got a better feel for the size. Shiro's own cock wasn't small, about 8 inches, but it looked positively minuscule compared to Cleo. He also shivered in pleasure and murred as he felt Cleo squeezing and jiggling his rump, letting out a small eep at his booty getting smacked. Now that it was bigger, Shiro's ass was a lot more sensitive and receptive to touch. "Would I even be able to take your cock...? It's as long and thick as my arm..." Hearing what Cleo whispered into his made Shiro freeze for a moment, his face blushing eternally. He instinctively buried his face in Cleo's chest, taking a deep breath before coming back up to face Cleo.

"I guess virginity is a trait that isn't going to give me much use here... All right. I don't know if I can stretch enough to take your cock, but if I can, then you're more than welcome to take me." Shiro would be able to stretch easily to take Cleo's cock, a perk of his transformation.

"Oh, don't worry, you'll stretch... here in Rakuen, there's no such thing as 'too big', literally" Cleo assured Shiro with a smirk, before he reached down to the front of his tight, red trunks. They were somehow, unbelievably, holding up against the strain of the clearly defined, swelling package which it contained.

With a grin at Shiro, Cleo loosened the string at the front of his trunks. Within seconds, the waistline slid away downwards as the long bulge rose up, and suddenly out flopped the long, thick cock of the lion lad. It was a sight to behold. With it pressed between the two of them, the hot, hard member was long enough to be pressed between their chests.

"Fonts, that feels better!" Cleo exclaimed with a sigh of satisfaction, no longer contained by his trunks. He pressed them the rest of the way down to his ankles, to further expose those massive, now gurgling, testicles filled with cum. "Take a moment to... get to know it, I know it catches newbies off-guard" Cleo said with a chuckle, now putting his hands on his hips whilst his cock was caught between the two bodies.

Shiro was pretty taken aback at the massive size of Cleo's cock now that it was fully erect. It had to be almost two feet in length, maybe even a bit more, and was radiating heat. He could also hear the lion demi's huge sac gurgling, seeming to be quite eager to pump the kitsune full of lion cum. The sight was incredible, as was the feeling of it against his chest. Shiro took a deep breath to calm down, catching a large whiff of the powerful scent of Cleo's arousal with his stronger fox sense of smell. "I'm going to be honest, the smell is kind of intoxicating... It's definitely arousing, but also calming, if that makes sense."

As if to prove him calming down, Shiro reached down to start to remove his own garments as well. He had already taken off his shirt when he checked for his stab wound, so all he had to take off was the blue pants, undergarments, and sandals. He turned out to be wearing a similar blue speedo to Cleo's own speedo, which was able to contain his very plump rump where clothes from his old world would have only ended up looking like thongs with an ass like this. He removed those as well, turning as he did so to give Cleo a better look at his rump. It looked positively dreamy, and yet fit his form very well when taken into account with his wide hips. Shiro looked pretty feminine, and if not for the lack of breasts and obvious male genitalia that was dwarfed in size by the lion demi, he could almost pass for female if he grew his hair out. "This is definitely a new experience for me, but I have to say that it's pretty liberating, and also exciting."

Cleo bit his lip as he looked down at Shiro's now openly exposed ass, it's great jiggly mass free for all to see. He let out a strained breath as he stared at the ass that he already couldn't get off of his mind. Once again, Cleo reached out and grabbed Shiro's ass, pressing his cheeks apart before sliding the shaft between the cheeks, not penetrating but pressing the butt cheeks themselves around his huge cock, which he grinded against Shiro's asshole.

"...Hnngn..." Cleo murmured, before taking another breath. "So, ah, before I, uh, get stuck in, heh... second thing you should know about Rakuen; It doesn't matter how tight you are, you'll be able to stretch to take almost anything. Like, you won't believe the kind of things you can actually put inside yourself... stuff I'm more than willing to show you later" Cleo purred, using his hands to press Shiro's cheeks along his cock. "For now, let's start with this..."

At that, Cleo brought his shaft all the way down, and Shiro would feel the big, hot rubbery cockhead resting against his asshole, cheeks still held apart by Cleo's hands. Then, Cleo pushed in, slowly. As the head went deeper, the shaft would slowly follow. Cleo was bigger than any dildo Shiro may have used, and certainly longer. The incredible girth of the cock stretched Shiro's insides, the bulge of Cleo's cock visible beneath Shiro's skin, in his abdomen. Slowly, out of consideration for his new-found friend, Cleo would gradually bury his entire cock all the way to it's base, before letting Shiro's ass slap shut around it. Cleo panted with arousal, feeling the tight warmth of Shiro's insides all around his dick.

Shiro let out a small moan as his ass was grabbed, though his breathing was starting to get shaky as he felt Cleo's cock between his cheeks. "H-hah... It's so warm..." Shiro had to get used to the feeling, but he was able to listen when Cleo talked, and it made him blush more. "I look forward to it Cleo..." Before long, Shiro would be able to feel that massive cock start to push into him, drawing a sharp inhale and breathy moan from the kitsune. This felt wonderful, and he could only be amazed as he felt his insides being stretched, and he could see Cleo's cock in his belly. Shiro panted unsteadily as he was penetrated, though thankfully there was a tree to lean against as Cleo had hilted inside of him. "Oh gods... I've never been this full before... It feels incredible..."

Shiro had to get used to the feeling of the massive rod inside of him, but he turned around to Cleo after a bit and nodded, ready for the lion demi to go further. "All right... I'm ready..."

With a lustful grin, Cleo gripped Shiro's profound ass by it's sides, and started to drag his enormous cock back out a little bit, before pushing it back in. He groaned, taking it slow not only for Shiro's benefit so that he could adjust to his size, but also so he could enjoy the tight hole and the large buttocks wrapped around his shaft. It wouldn't take long however, for Cleo to start picking up speed, his own hips starting to loudly slap against the backside of the kitsune. Shiro could feel every twitch and pulse of Cleo's dick inside of him, the thrusts more than visible as it bulged out against Shiro's belly.

"Fuck... this ass is so soft" Cleo panted, still clutching Shiro's cheeks.


A kitsune demi-human, meaning he has fox-like features such as ears and nine tails. He seems to have a slender body with wide hips and an unusually large rear end, which gives him a somewhat feminine appearance despite being male. His personality appears to be rather open-minded and adaptable, as evidenced by his quick acceptance of his new form and the unconventional norms of Rakuen. Despite initially displaying some nervousness and hesitation, Shiro reveals an adventurous side when he agrees to engage in intimate activities with Cleo. He also displays some level of humility and modesty when discussing his own physical attributes.

With a lustful grin, Cleo gripped Shiro's profound ass by it's sides, and started to drag his enormous cock back out a little bit, before pushing it back in. He groaned, taking it slow not only for Shiro's benefit so that he could adjust to his size, but also so he could enjoy the tight hole and the large buttocks wrapped around his shaft. It wouldn't take long however, for Cleo to start picking up speed, his own hips starting to loudly slap against the backside of the kitsune. Shiro could feel every twitch and pulse of Cleo's dick inside of him, the thrusts more than visible as it bulged out against Shiro's belly.

"Fuck... this ass is so soft" Cleo panted, still clutching Shiro's cheeks.

Shiro moaned quite shamelessly as he was fucked by Cleo, the fact that he was a virgin quite obvious as even with the new stretchiness granted by Rakuen, he was still decently tight, though not painfully so. His ass would feel like incredibly warm, jiggly pillows around Cleo's cock, and as Shiro panted and leaned onto the tree for support, his tails ended up rubbing the bulge in his belly that was Cleo's cock, as well as gently wrapping around the lion demi's legs and massaging his gurgling sac. Shiro's tails had no strength in their wrapping or holding because they were new and had not developed strength yet, but their presence would definitely feel welcome. "Fuck... This feels amazing..."