A demon who, despite his underworldly origins, possesses an alluring charm that he's not afraid to use. He carries himself with a confident swagger and has a seductive smile that he employs to sway others in his favor. He is playful and flirtatious, often using these traits to get what he wants. His appearance complements his personality; he is attractive enough to make people take notice. Despite this, there are hints of dissatisfaction and ambition in him---he craves more than the mundane tasks assigned to him and isn't above making deals to improve his situation.

Daniel smiled softly and just knew... he'd be risking his job for this but it was worth it. Most of the other workers were rushing around and others have collapsed from exhaustion. By the looks of it, the man wasn't too far away from collapsing himself. At the kiss, a soft smile formed and he gently rested a hand on his for a few seconds before removing it so he could write. This small break was just perfect so he didn't rush him to pick out a better job. He didn't really care anymore.

When Treacle wrote down what he wanted for a job and handed him the paper, Daniel looked at it and nodded slowly. "I'll see what I can do. I can't promise anything, though." The man looked up at him as he spoke and smiled softly, his tail resting on the ground behind him. "You know," he said softly after the visitor spoke, "if you want to kiss me, just do it." He gave a soft wink and then stood up to kiss Treacle's forehead. "There's something else you might like the taste of,~," he purred back. When his shift ended, Daniel was so happy and he put the paper in his pocket. "Finally off..."

Treacle smiled, "That's okay. I know what the big guy is like." He said with a shrug. His cheeks blushed a little as he thought about their boss, he was his type, but he was way out of his league. The Leader of Hell wasn't going to go for a measly demon like himself. He snapped out of it when he heard the man's voice, "H-Huh?" He replied in shock. Most people wanted nothing to do with him, let alone kiss him! His cheeks turned bright red, his face full of shock. "Well... um..." He muttered before coughing to clear his throat. "Maybe we could hang out after your shift?" He asked with a seductive tone. Treacle chuckled loudly and crossed his arms, he flipped his hair back with a smirk. "I don't know... I do quite like the taste of human food~" He teased playfully.

He raised a brow, "So soon?" He teased again. He reached down and grabbed Daniel's hand, "I thought I'd at least have some time to gussy myself up." He giggled. He led Daniel outside behind the hall. No one ever went there, it wasn't exactly the nicest place to be. "You know... I don't know your name. I don't think that's fair." He murmured. Treacle couldn't help but look him up and down once more. Treacle hadn't had fun like this in a while, after all whenever he normally got intimate it would be with a human to get there soul.


A bold and fierce woman with golden eyes that glint with determination and cunning. She carries herself with an air of defiance, unafraid to confront anyone who crosses her path---even her own father. Her lips are painted, suggesting a taste for the dramatic and perhaps vanity. Quick-witted and sharp-tongued, she doesn't hesitate to express her disdain or sarcasm openly. Despite her tough exterior, she shows concern for those who depend on her, indicating a sense of responsibility and leadership. Her confidence in handling risky situations hints at a strategic mind experienced in navigating dangerous waters.

Now, what twisted deed did Maraja do to have karma bite her in the ass so hard that the barnacle of dog shit that was her father was in the same tavern she happened to walk in. The bastard even drank her drink. "This is not the work of tide and sea. Even they are not so fucking cruel." Maraja growled back and jerked away from his slap on her back. Like she was one of his disgusting crew? Ha! Over her dead body.

When he mentioned paying him back for the old schooner that was now laying at the bottom of the Alterra sea, Maraja laughed harshly and narrowed her golden eyes at him. "Would you have me return the loot I've taken to everyone as well? Perhaps make cute little parcels with home made cakes and sweets? I owe you nor your crew shit, old man. I'm here to re-stock then on my way. I see you haven't changed. Still the same asshole. Though you're looking a little worn around the edges. Slowing down?" A smirk placed itself on her painted lips and Maraja ordered another drink, knowing better than to ask her father to buy her one.

Ford smiled wide at her sharp tongue and bitterness at him. He had half hoped at least one of his good qualities had sunk into her and it was now evident one had. Then her spat about not paying him back and then mocking him was just as enjoyable. His hands steady as ever and he turned his head to look at the tavern owner giving him an eye to stay away when she ordered her drink. She was done having her fun and he was going to have his. If she looked closely she would see a new tattoo that every pirate captain knew. It would be seven swords overlapping and a skull in the middle. It was the mark of a pirate King. Only those that had done amazing things for pirates or having bought your way in. Ford did both earning him a high seat and more power 9n the safe havens that pirates called home.

He laughed loud grabbing a bottle of rum before walking over to his seat. "You don't understand Maraja, I am not giving you a choice. Jack send word to the other havens that Maraja or Captain Mirage is cut from our ranks. Safety and help will be no longer provided to her ship. That is until I resend word to reverse it." He took a swig of the rum and then looked to his daughter. "So tell me Maraja what are you going to do now? What is a small time captain like you going to do?" He eyed her from his seat moving his shirt collar to show his pirate King tattoo to show his new authority.

"I see the title of 'pirate king' has sunk as low as Davey Jones's locker" Maraja hissed as her father exiled her from the haven. Fine then. Jumping over the bar, she quickly shoved the tavern owner back against the wall, kissing him hard before pinning him to the wall with a dagger stabbed through the collar of his shirt into the wall behind him. "Stay." She smirked and patted his cheek, grabbing a bottle of surprisingly good red wine from behind the bar. Huh!

She wasn't dumb. The bastard wanted something. What she didn't know was why he was fucking toying with her. Jumping back onto the bar, she sat down and crossed her legs, narrowing her eyes at the pirate king. Ugh. How much gold he'd given for the title, she couldn't imagine. Tearing the cork out with her teeth, she spat it at his feet then took a long swig. If it was just her, she wouldn't care. But she had 22 women dependent on her. Fuck. "Fine. You leathery bag of crap. What do you want? I've no time for your fucking games, Ford."

Ford looked around the tavern as she showed off her distaste for his words. A few of his men were already drinking one or two passed out but his first mate the man he came closest he came to trusting was eyeing his daughter with a smile. His first mate was someone Maraja knew well since she saved the damn kids life. The kid worshiped her like a goddess all up until the day she left him there to fend for himself. So ford took that opportunity to make him the perfect first mate, loyal to him and one of his best fighters. Then Ford looked back at his daughter and clapped.

He stood and walked over to the bar and placed a piece of paper on the counter. He had planned on getting her back under his control and now he had the means and power to do so. "A wager Maraja. To see who can find Black Beards treasure first. If you win ill give you your access to the safe havens again and ill put in a good word with the kings for you. Not only that but you'll get to keep the treasure your debts wiped clean." He then leaned in close to her and smiled wide as he spoke with a light growl. "But if I win which I have every intention to you will become a captain under my privy to use as I want. But that seems to little of a gain for me when I've offered so much. You know what I'll also say you'll have to become my personal whore. For me to use as I wish whenever and however I want." He held his hand out. "What say you Maraja, willing to bet with your old man?"

Ah! So it finally happened. He'd lost his damn mind. Maraja looked around to see if anyone else found this as ridiculous as she did, but she realized there was no one there but his men. Shit. Bad move, Maraja. Even saw the boy she saved gods knew how many years ago! But when she offered him a rare smile, he simply stared at her. Well then. Grabbing the papers, Maraja jumped down next to her father and shoved them into his chest. Maraja never took a bet unless the odds were in her favor, and this bet, she had none. "You stupid old thing. You think I'd take that bet? You sailed with him! You probably helped him bury the damn thing! And fucking your own daughter? The devil must really have a tight grip on your soul. Enjoy the flames licking at your asshole. Now unless you have something fair or worth my time, then move aside so I can return to my crew and hopefully never cross your eyesight again." Maraja spoke in her sweetest voice, but her eyes were deadly cold and looking straight into her fathers.

Him being mad was the only logical explanation. What else could it be? To offer her such a shitty bet where, granted, the rewards were great, but the loss to real. As if Maraja would allow herself to be his whore. His own daughter!

Ford laughed at her immediate back lash on his offer. Hell she never even looked at the paper he put down. Had she looked at it she would have seen it had the one clue that Black Beard had left behind. But fine he'll keep that one for himself and he will use his back up. He had no problem with that at all. If she wanted to be that way then he would show her just how serious he was. He now just had to convince her she was getting the better end of the deal. He knew a good way to get her on board but he really didn't want to wager that.

Grabbing her wrist he and then her neck he pushed her into a chair with a snarl. He wouldn't look happy but he would speak nonetheless. "Fine we won't do Teach's treasure, so how about Hargreaves? Everyone has access to his clues so even playing field. Ill also if you win gift to you my title as pirate King and stop sailing. Ill forever stick to the land to live out my days. But my ship will go to Jack if lose. The conditions of my winning stay the same." He gave her the best thing he could but would she bite at the offer. "What say you daughter dearest?"

Maraja met his snarl with her own as he sat her down, though she wasn't an idiot. He was frightening. A shiver of fear ran along her spine, but now he was talking. His title AND he stay grounded? Well now... "You give your word? You'll not leave land AND I'll get your pirate king title?" Maraja muttered softly, her golden eyes looking up at him. Hargreaves treasure was something that she had already began to hunt down, had a few leads. She was confident.

Shoving his hand away from her throat, she huffed. Well, he became grounded and she became pirate king, or Maraja becomes her fathers personal whore. The thought made her sick, but she was confident. Poor bastard was going to lose everything. But without him on the sea's, she could be the most feared pirate. It's what she wanted! "Deal." Maraja almost whispered but stood up again, and though she only reached the middle of his chest, she glared up at him.


A man of intimidating presence, exuding authority and power. He has a tattoo of seven swords overlapping with a skull in the middle, signifying his status as Pirate King. His age shows in his appearance, worn around the edges, demonstrating he's been through many battles and hardships. Despite this, he remains robust and steady-handed. Ford has a manipulative personality; he enjoys mind games and power plays but isn't beyond using force when necessary. His laughter indicates an enjoyment of conflict and perhaps an appreciation for audacity. The fact that he proposes such high-stakes wagers show that he is highly confident, bordering on arrogant.

Ford laughed at her immediate back lash on his offer. Hell she never even looked at the paper he put down. Had she looked at it she would have seen it had the one clue that Black Beard had left behind. But fine he'll keep that one for himself and he will use his back up. He had no problem with that at all. If she wanted to be that way then he would show her just how serious he was. He now just had to convince her she was getting the better end of the deal. He knew a good way to get her on board but he really didn't want to wager that.

Grabbing her wrist he and then her neck he pushed her into a chair with a snarl. He wouldn't look happy but he would speak nonetheless. "Fine we won't do Teach's treasure, so how about Hargreaves? Everyone has access to his clues so even playing field. Ill also if you win gift to you my title as pirate King and stop sailing. Ill forever stick to the land to live out my days. But my ship will go to Jack if lose. The conditions of my winning stay the same." He gave her the best thing he could but would she bite at the offer. "What say you daughter dearest?"


An elven woman with a strong and defiant personality. She is used to being respected and powerful in her own land as a necromancer. Her appearance includes generous breasts, delicate hands, and she wears very little clothing. Despite her initial submission to Strummer, she ultimately stands up for herself, revealing her true nature as a formidable spellcaster.

Fael watched as he caressed her cheek, then gasped at the strong slap on her face, bruising her face. Her eyes remained fixed on him however, and while many women may have felt very vulnerable being held so close, with their skin so exposed, she wasn't. She was used to fierce battles and she always wore very little. This man however was filled with confidence, and such a power house, that she found herself starting to be turned on by the situation. She watched as he brought his hand to her neck and grabbed her throat, making breathing more difficult, and as pain invaded her body, so did pleasure, at the thought of being hurt and humiliated by this thug, this man that thought he was in control. But she didn't want to reverse the situation yet. He was restraining himself, and she wanted to experience everything he would do to her, she wanted him to take her and make her his bitch, see how low he would bring her, before showing him how wrong he had been, and how the whole time, she had been the one in control.

For now, she needed to play along, and avoid being strangled. She swallowed once then spoke through gritted teeth. "I am yours."

Strummer wasn't sure what pleased him more: the sound of her words telling him what he wanted to hear, or the swallowing passing by his hand on her throat. He decided it was probably her body, and he should make good use of it quickly. He smiled.

"Good. You keep behaving properly and I might actually try to find a buyer who's not too bad for you." Then his free hand grabbed her generous breast roughly. "You'll fetch me a good price indeed."

Looking at both sides there were several poorly maintained doors leading to apparently abandoned places. Small cubicles, perhaps one or two small warehouses. His trained eye quickly located one that not only was empty but seemed to have a basement. Pulling on her arm once again, he dragged her to the door and kicked his way in. The lock gave way easily, and he could still slam the door behind themselves to muffle most of the noise. And he would make sure that she made some noise.

He dragged her further to the basement, where he was pleasantly surprised to find a bew with a torn and ripped straw mattress. Ideas came to his mind. He had noticed with surprise as they came down the stairs that although she was wearing some high heeled sandals she didn't even come close to stumbling, even with him pulling her forcefully.

"What are you, some kind of dancer? Why don't you dance for me a little?"

He shoved her to the middle of the small room and leaned on the arm rest at the bottom of the stairs, blocking her way out. This is gonna be a goooooood night... he thought with a grin as he looked at her up and down again.

Fael was dragged off to the side, and down into an abandoned building. She winced again as she was getting mistreated, but held on exposing her powers. When he pushed her towards the middle of the empty room, she fell to the ground, then looked back up at him, leaning on the staircase, ordering her to dance. She didn't know any dance, and even if she did she wouldn't indulge him with it. He was way too cocky, and she was starting to get irritated.

Staying on the ground, she sat up and crossed her arms, looking at him defiantly. "I will not dance for you a petty thief like you! You don't even know who you're dealing with." She was curious to see how he would react to her refusal, and was ready to stand her ground.

"Ohh... showing some nerves, are you?" Strummer stepped up to her with confidence, his chest inflated, intimidating eyes that would turn down the fiercest of warriors. Strummer would bend her. He grabbed her chin forcefully, making her look up at him. "I liked you better when you were nice. Then I could be nice too." With that he slapped her face, twice and hard.

He was getting excited by her body and by the rush of power, and it started to show through his pants. He grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her head up. "On your knees. Now." His other hand was already untying his own belt.

Fael gasped as she was rudely grabbed by the hair and brought down to her knees, right in front of his pants, which he proceeded to open and expose himself to her. She had never been treated like that before. In her lands, she was a powerful necromancer, and was respected for it. People bowed before her. Here however, there was no indication of her power, and now she was being treated like a slave, like a little slut, expected to pleasure some thug in a dirty room, and she realized that turned her on. Her exposed nipples were fully erect, and she could feel her body being turned on as well.

As soon as she saw the thug's erect member, she looked up for a moment in hesitation, then dived in, sucking on his cock, trying her best not to gag on it. She had never done this before, never been treated this way, and she was curious what it would feel like.

Her mouth felt good on his cock, but not as good as it could be. Strummer knew that an elven mouth was in no way special in itself, but if the girl had been good it could be just as pleasurable as any other species. And this one was clearly inexperienced. Granted, he was well endowed himself, but experienced girls could usually get used to it in a few slurps. It would be a pleasure to teach her—the thought of it made his cock pulse harder, excited him more than the blowjob itself. He noticed with pride that she was actually enjoying this as well. Good... very good. His hands reached down to her breasts, caressing at first. They were big and felt wonderful, probably the best pair he'd ever had. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, gently at first.

"Hmmm... you have potential... you can reach a very high price... very high... but—" and here his voice and touch turned harsh again, removing his manhood from her lips and twisting and pulling and pressing her nipples until she winced in pain "—you have a lot to learn. I hope you learn fast, because I may not be very patient."

Grabbing her hair once again, he pulled her a few feet to the said and sat on the bed. "Now let's see if you can make better use of those clear assets of yours." He said eyeing her generous breasts with a malicious smile. Before she even had time to act on it or hesitate, he had already reached for them and, opening his legs, wrapped his erect member in the glory of those elven tits. "Oh, yeah... feels good..."

The elf gasped when he grabbed her hair, then yelled out as she was roughly manhandled all the way to the bed. Fael watched in disbelief as the thug grabbed her breasts, and decided it was time to show him what she was made of. She frowned and started talking. "You will regret what you've been trying to do to me..." But before she could even finish her sentence, she gasped in surprise as he started to rub his cock between her breasts.

Her body was quickly being filled with both pain and pleasure, and was clouding her judgment. So quickly, she aimed her hand at him, and attempted to cast a freeze spell, that if successful, would force him to stand still. Of course under so much emotions, she wasn't sure if she would manage to channel the energies for it.


A confident and intimidating man with a strong and muscular build. He carries himself with an air of arrogance, taking pleasure in exerting power over others. His demeanor suggests that he has experience as a warrior or criminal, accustomed to using force to get what he wants.

The elf gasped when he grabbed her hair, then yelled out as she was roughly manhandled all the way to the bed. Fael watched in disbelief as the thug grabbed her breasts, and decided it was time to show him what she was made of. She frowned and started talking. "You will regret what you've been trying to do to me..." But before she could even finish her sentence, she gasped in surprise as he started to rub his cock between her breasts.

Her body was quickly being filled with both pain and pleasure, and was clouding her judgment. So quickly, she aimed her hand at him, and attempted to cast a freeze spell, that if successful, would force him to stand still. Of course under so much emotions, she wasn't sure if she would manage to channel the energies for it.

Strummer was too distracted by his own lust and arousal to react in time, even though he was a seasoned warrior and quickly realized what was happening. This was no ordinary woman, she was obviously some sort of spellcaster. He cursed himself for not having noticed sooner, but thanked his luck that she as well for some reason appeared to be distracted.

As he gazed at her hands making the magical gesture towards him, he noticed how beautiful and delicate they seemed, but he also realized they were very dangerous. He felt a chill running up his spine and his movements hardening up a little bit. He wasn't completely paralyzed though, and still managed to shove the woman off on her back and get up with a foot on her chest.

"You devious blue bitch! I'll show you to put your magic tricks to better uses!" He tried to reach for the blade on his belt, but his fingers were a little numb and had a hard time grabbing the hilt. He hoped the half-cast spell would wear off soon.


A protective and thoughtful man, often putting the needs of others before his own. His concern for Agatha's safety indicates a strong sense of responsibility. He is dealing with some form of mutation or affliction, showing his strength in enduring personal hardship while still caring for others. Despite his situation, he maintains a level-headed approach to their survival strategy. He has a resilient and sturdy physique.

"Don't say that too much," Gabe rebuked gently. "You've made it just as long as I have, and you know there have been times when you've rescued me. Don't make me out to be some hero and you the damsel in distress. If something happens to me I want to know that you'll be okay. Have more confidence in yourself." He decided it was best not to comment on him not being 'one of them' because he was. Just for whatever reason his brain hadn't melted or whatever and he was still in control of himself mostly. But he wasn't a hundred percent sure that wouldn't change over time or with another attack.

"Yeah it does. I think that's what has been causing my headaches. Thanks." He smiled at her. "Friends forever, Agatha." Putting on the sunglasses felt a whole lot better, but the sun still felt hot to him even though it was barely morning. Maybe be on the lookout for sun screen too, he decided.

Holding her hand they picked their way gradually towards the mall, stopping and listening at regular intervals and checking every car that was unlocked.

Agatha shook her head. "I'm not trying to play damsel, silly." She explained softly before walking a bit and tossing him the glasses so he could put them on. Staring softly she took a deep breath before they began to walk. "Also, I have confidence, I've just been left alone by quite a bit of the people I love. I hate it. I don't want that either with you."

She knew the sun had been bothering him, his mention of being friends had stuck with her as they walked. She had always assumed they were just friends. Maybe she sent him the wrong signals, sleeping together for warmth, felt like survival, but she indeed liked cuddling and moved closer at every moment. She may have been good at tackle hugs and making sure that when he came home from something he did alone she would ramble to him about her day and missing him. She also felt like they'd always be together.

He wanted a group of people. She wanted a group of people, but to be drawn back, have a small home where they could grow things and do things together. She wanted them to be a family. Now her mother always told her, men think with their cocks, and half the time look for sex. She never had any of that, her first kiss given last night to him. She looked up at him as they walked, her eyes dragging over his movements.

"Do you feel like you're dying, or getting worse?" She blurted out, running a hand nervously through her hair in fear she upset him.

"No, it's not either one. It's just..." Gabe sighed. He really didn't want to say it out loud. Not yet. But asking made it clear she knew that something was up with him. He couldn't just dodge her. Was he that easy to read? "It's just that some day we'll have to part ways. When we find safety, it won't be safe for me, not anymore." He looked down gesturing to the way he was now. "They'd kill me for sure, or they wouldn't have anything to do with you if they saw us together, and it would all be for nothing. And that's assuming we can find a place. Assuming one or both of us doesn't die first. Assuming that I don't get any worse. And that's a lot of assumptions. Thinking that I was dying last night just made me realize how precious our time together is, Agatha. That's all. I didn't want to say anything because I thought it might upset you." And now that he had, it probably would. He could only brace for it.

Might as well go ahead and dig the hole deeper. "And I feel like... if we get too comfortable, it will only be worse when something happens. You deserve a good life, Agatha. The best life. And I don't think I can give it to you."

Agatha tried to still her breathing. She walked, and when angry she went a bit faster. She was trying to calm herself and not upset the man she had known for so long. As she walked she heard everything he said, her body riling up with everything that was inside her. Then she turned around to face him properly, since she seemed a bit ahead. "Well, I will say this calmly so it gets in your head. Thank you for trying to look out for me." But as her blood pleasure rose, and her blood was probably boiling at the point she inhaled sharply. "I don't want it! I don't want to be without you. I'm so sick of getting fucking attached to people. Guess what Gabe? We have been in each other's lives for so long. I can't do it again."

She felt broken and defeated by the events at play. "You always want to protect me, but I am not a child. You aren't my father. At this current moment in my life I don't even know what fucking box we fit in. We feel like friends but then all these new feelings and thoughts have been brought to the surface that I didn't even know was possible. Now what?" She tried to change her voice and sound more gruff like him. "Oh once we find somewhere, guess what you're on your own. Don't worry though, I'm doing it for your safety." She tried to square her shoulders and act like him a bit but she knew it was all poor in comparison.

Agatha walked closer reaching out to touch him. "I told you, I want to stay with you. So... if we are going to do this by ourselves or get people involved then, whatever. But we do it together. If not find a house, we will stay in that until you either eat me up, or guess what we both die. Cause... I just... I can't Gabe. I know you want to take the lead, I know you want to protect me. But no. I think... you're stuck with me." She said, no tears were shed but she was cracking as she reached out and touched his face. "I'm hoping for whatever gift we have been given, you just need raw food, because than... we could find land, and try to find more weapons and hunt. Oh we could hunt and you could eat them... and we could stay together. Who gives a fuck about other people. I have one person I want, and that's you."

Gabe let her talk, because she needed to let it out. Gabe was surprised by how adamant she was about staying with him. He wanted to smile the more she talked, but didn't want it to seem like he was making fun of her. While part of him still felt like being with him would endanger or hold her back, he was pleased that she didn't think so.

"Good. I was afraid I was being selfish by thinking like that. But I want the same thing. If you get to be selfish and demand I stay with you, then we'll just be selfish together, won't we? As for what to call our box, why call it anything if it's just the two of us? We do what we want and we do it together, from now on. That's our box. No more dancing around each other, either. No silence, no secrets. We're a team."

He walked beside her with an arm around her. "I want to be more than friends, Agatha, but I can't make that decision on my own. I still don't know where the lines are, so you need to tell me when I cross one. Like right now, I really want to kiss you because you're so adorable. Can I?"


A determined and passionate 24 years old woman, not afraid to express her emotions even in challenging situations. She's also adaptable and resilient, traits that have helped her survive in a post-apocalyptic world. Her deep attachment to Gabe suggests she values loyalty and connection deeply. Despite her tough exterior, she has an empathetic heart and cares profoundly for those close to her. It can be inferred from her actions (like walking fast when angry) that she is physically fit and capable of enduring the harsh conditions of their environment.

Gabe let her talk, because she needed to let it out. Gabe was surprised by how adamant she was about staying with him. He wanted to smile the more she talked, but didn't want it to seem like he was making fun of her. While part of him still felt like being with him would endanger or hold her back, he was pleased that she didn't think so.

"Good. I was afraid I was being selfish by thinking like that. But I want the same thing. If you get to be selfish and demand I stay with you, then we'll just be selfish together, won't we? As for what to call our box, why call it anything if it's just the two of us? We do what we want and we do it together, from now on. That's our box. No more dancing around each other, either. No silence, no secrets. We're a team."

He walked beside her with an arm around her. "I want to be more than friends, Agatha, but I can't make that decision on my own. I still don't know where the lines are, so you need to tell me when I cross one. Like right now, I really want to kiss you because you're so adorable. Can I?"

Agatha looked at him softly about feeling like he thought he was selfish. She shook her head. "I am selfish too." She whispered, adamant that he heard her she leaned closer. Hearing his exclamation about wanting to be more than friends, she found her eyes widening a bit before nodding. "Look, I am sorry about last time. I never meant to hurt you. I just... I am new to this. I've never done any of this before." She said quietly, looking up at him before wrapping an arm around him.

She leaned forward, kissing him once more. The way her lips surged on his she wanted nothing more than to stay there. Little bits of her thought this was the time to fear he may hurt her, but she determined the risk was worth it. Her body warmed when closer to him.

Feeling the closeness of their bodies and the way they merged together, felt incredible.


A redhead with an attractive figure that she's not afraid to show off, especially when it comes to her mistress, Rachel. She's quite submissive and eager to please, often becoming flustered in the face of authority but always ready to obey orders. Despite her apparent nervousness and hesitation, she has a deep-seated sexual curiosity and isn't shy about expressing her desires or fantasies. Her adventurous spirit extends even into the realm of fetishism, as evidenced by her interest in urine play and mud baths.

She slowly applied a small squirt of the oil on her palms after straddling the taller woman and started to wish she knew a way to block out certain noises. Her bladder felt heavy as she slowly began to plant her palms on both breasts. She gently began to knead the flesh through the fabric of Rachel's bra and gently poured a small amount of oil. She started to become rather grabby as her deepest desires enacted a coup and caused the redhead to stop being professional. She started to get a bit greedy with the oil as she absentmindedly poured some on Rachel's rack and for the next ten minutes, she got more and more confident with every grope.

Then it happened. "Shit!" She exclaimed in horror as she rapidly began to piss herself. The floodgates weren't just opened, they were fully destroyed as her urine rapidly ran down her thighs. Rachel's chest got the worse of it, along with the front of Lucy's skirt. Her leggings glistened and she couldn't stop herself. She unknowingly squeezed both breasts as she soaked Rachel's stomach. A large trail of urine rapidly fell from the table and a puddle formed around Rachel's waist. For three minutes, she could do nothing but endure it. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuh." She moaned as soon the last few squirts left her crotch. In her dreams, she would proceed to fuck Rachel. Sometimes, she was on the receiving end, sometimes, Rachel forced her into a tight latex suit and shoved two dildos into her. Now? One of her dreams was becoming reality and whilst a look of pure shock was etched onto her face, her eyes had curiosity, lust and desire.

Rachel was shocked at first when she was suddenly being showered in Lucy's golden liquid. Once she realized what was happening she smirked at Lucy. The way Lucy gripped her breasts she could tell she was in to this. Rachel lifted Lucy's skirt. "Some one has been holding out on me."

Once the water works tricked to a stop, Rachel placed her hand on Lucy's urine soaked panties. She slowly started rubbing her clit threw her panties. "It you want to redeem your self you better tell all your dark secrets." With one hand she started to unbutton Lucy's shirt revealing her cleavage.

After this experience Rachel felt hat and steamy. She needed some sexual relief and she was going to get it one way or another. Rachel cupped one of Lucy's perfect breasts and smiled.

Lucy let out a very soft gasp as Rachel placed a hand on the darkened red cotton panties and slowly rubbed her pussy through the urine soaked garments. The redhead immediately moaned, seconds before Rachel unbuttoned her shirt to reveal her cleavage. She knew she should have moved but she remained firmly where she was. Straddled across her mistress, she was starting to live one of her erotic dreams.

"I always dream of you every night." She revealed as she started to pant. "And always wanted to use the pools, mudbaths. I want to be fucked, mistress by you." She didn't even attempt to stop herself from spilling her secrets. "And..." She let out a slightly loud moan as her right breast was cupped. Her bra was dark red. She proceeded to list every fantasy she had. From pool sex to covering herself in food and being fucked relentlessly. She listed it all. "And I want to be pissed on." She was moaning in ever increasing volume as the minutes went by and was a really hungry woman. She was given access to the all you can eat buffet and she was gonna to take full advantage of it.

"Wish granted. Lick my pussy and I can make your dreams a reality. First though take off all your clothes." Rachel started taking off her underwear as well to speed things along. She spread her legs for Lucy. "Don't be shy you know the things I'm into." She stroked Lucy's hair in a gentle manner.

Lucy couldn't believe what she was being told to do despite Rachel being the one to start things off. She felt her soaked panties sliding down her glistening lace covered thighs and immediately obeyed her mistress. She slowly removed her skirt after accidentally emptying the scented oil all over Rachel's chest and gently climbed off her. She undid the rest of her shirt and stripped until she was as naked as the day she was born. "I d-do?" She exclaimed as her nerves grew with each passing minute.

Rachel moved to the edge off the massage table and spread her legs. "Go on and please me baby. Every time you please me I will make one dream come true." Rachel always kept her word and she planned to keep this one. "This agreement will be remembered and it will be a verbal contract. Do you accept the agreement and if you do then you may begin."

The redhead slowly climbed off her mistress upon being told to please her and stood facing her. She let out a small gasp at the thought of one of her many sexual fantasies being granted by Rachel and felt her heart beat even faster. She gently planted her palms beside the woman's legs and looked at her crotch with a mixture of nerves and excitement etched onto her face. She slowly leaned forward and planted her lips on her mistress's furry entrance. Her tongue awkwardly made contact and began to venture forth. Lucy slowly began to pleasure Rachel in a slow, curious manner and as the minutes went by, she seemed to get more and more confident.

"You are good at this." Rachel purred as she watched her assistant please her. She stroked the girls beautiful red hair. Lucy was getting better by the minute and soon Rachel was howling with utter delight. "Oh, yes. keep going... I am close." She exclaimed with excitement. "Mmm make sure to lick me up and I will make all you dreams come true." A few moments all it took. Rachel's body tensed up as she had her climax. She gently pushed Lucy away and started to squirt all over Lucy's beautiful face.

Being the loyal servant, Lucy continued to pleasure her mistress. She felt every single bit of Rachel's pussy react to her tongue and felt the subtle twitches as she neared climax. She was suddenly shoved away and before she could react, she was given a bit of a facial as her boss squirted heavily all over her face. She gasped in a mixture of delight and disbelief as it happened. "Mistress, can I get dressed and er... ruin the uniform?" She enquired without hesitation and quickly blushed upon realizing she did. "Or er... permission to use the mudbath, ma'am?" She remarked in a rather poor bid to retain some degree of dignity.

"Of course you can let's relax together. Seems to me your still a bit frazzled." Rachel stood up from the massage table and took Lucy's hand. "Come with me." She lead Lucy to the mud bath. The tub was the size of a hot tub. Rachel helped Lucy to get in the tub. "Careful, don't slip." Rachel follows her in and settles down.

Lucy nodded as she proceeded to get dressed as Rachel stood up from the massage table. Her chest glistened from the mixture of spilt oils and urine, along with some degree of sweat. Lucy gently tucked the hem of her shirt into her waistband as her mistress came up to her and took her by the hand. She was led to the mudbath. The mudbath gently bubbled every few seconds as her heart started to beat rapidly. Her breaths started to increase slightly as Rachel walked her over to the squared tub that was built into the floor. The steps consisted of just three with a chrome handrail along the left hand side. The patio around it was a colorful blue with small channels to help with the draining of excess mud.

The mud itself was fairly light and a lovely shade of brown. It was very warm to the touch. Lucy slowly descended and let out a very soft gasp as she felt the mud slowly stick to her legs. She continued to descend until she was hip deep in the substance and went towards the rear end. She sat down and found herself chest deep. "Ooooh god." She uttered as she ran her hands over herself. The white shirt was ruined and clinged heavily to her chest, revealing her bra, though, Rachel already knew what she had been wearing. The rest of her uniformed hugged her figure. The mud bath had several settings in a small control panel located at the top right hand corner of the bath.


A taller woman with an imposing presence that commands respect and obedience. She's very assertive and enjoys being in control, especially in sexual situations. Despite her dominant personality, she has a gentle side that shows through her interactions with Lucy. She is open-minded about exploring different kinds of pleasure and isn't afraid to push boundaries. Her body language indicates confidence and sensuality, making her an irresistible figure of authority for Lucy.

"Of course you can let's relax together. Seems to me your still a bit frazzled." Rachel stood up from the massage table and took Lucy's hand. "Come with me." She lead Lucy to the mud bath. The tub was the size of a hot tub. Rachel helped Lucy to get in the tub. "Careful, don't slip." Rachel follows her in and settles down.


A tall, athletic high school teenage boy and basketball player. He is popular among his peers and engages in flirting with girls at school. However, he also shows a darker side to his personality: he can be manipulative and aggressive when faced with obstacles that threaten his goals, as demonstrated by how far he's willing to go to ensure that he plays in the next game.

Josh's smile faded when he saw the paper and immediately ignored the girl. A sigh escaped from his lips. He needed to bring this grade up and fast or his future he may as well kiss it good bye. He worked so hard since elementary school training and preparing for high school basketball. He was the first freshman ever in the school to start varsity and even broke a record for points in a game his first year. He would spent time running, lifting, and doing drills to improve his game. He was probably one of the busiest students in the school with all the conditioning, practicing, games, school work, girls, and parties in the entire school.

He wondered what type of extra credit he would have to do to make it up. They have another game in just 3 days that he has to prepare for. He has no time to sit out or do a huge report or even read a book. If he had to he would threaten some nerd to do it for him, he would do that from time to time.

His eyes met Ms. Maddison and he checked her out. Maybe she meant other means of making it up... he smiled at his own little fantasy. When the bell rang he grabbed his books and bolted out the door. He went through the rest of the day flirting with girls but fantasizing about his teacher.

After school he headed went to his locker switching out his books and putting some in his backpack. He then waited for the hall to thin out before heading to Ms. Maddison's room. He knocked as he entered. "You wanted to see me?"

Maddison was stood at the window, her arms folded across her chest, looking out as the kids streamed out of school. The majority made their way to the buses, some walked out of the school grounds and the seniors all headed to the car park. She looked around as she heard the door open. Her skirt was a little more creased than it had been this morning, and the white blouse wasn't quite as firmly tucked into the top of her skirt as it had been.

"Yeah... come on in Josh." he walked back over to her desk and pulled out her copy of Josh's last three papers. AS she leaned over the desk, the fact that the top three buttons on her blouse were undone meant that it was possible to see the swell of the top of her tits and the lace of her bra.

"You know I will do what I can to help your grades, but you gotta meet me half way. At the moment, your grades are just on a downward spiral and I did warn you last month that this day would come if you didn't do something about it. I'm afraid there is nothing I can do to keep you on the team for the next game at the end of the week, but maybe we can try and get enough of an improvement to get you in the one after that." She looked up from the papers. Josh was stood in front of her and she could have sworn that he was more focused on her body than he was on what she had been saying, but she decided not to say anything. She put the papers down and sat on the edge of the desk, which meant that her skirt rode up just a little. She folded her arms again across her.

"So... how about we try and find a book that you might think you'll be interested in and I'll put together a make up paper around that?"

Josh couldn't help but move his eyes to his teacher's chest. She was so beautiful and with her buttons undone the way they were it was hard for him to keep his eyes off her. He only half listed until she mentioned he wouldn't be able to play in the next game. His head jolted straight up with a confused look and then he was all business. "What?! Why?!" His hands slammed onto her desk as he raised his voice. "I have to play... there will be scouts! This is my shot at college scholarship. You can't do this to me. I will meet you half way but you have to let me play."

He didn't wait for her response but just stared her in the eye. "I will do... anything Ms. Maddison. And you Will let me play..." He didn't say a thing after that or even moved. He let the silence in the room just carry a moment to see what she would say to that. This was his future he would not let her stop him from getting a scholarship. He would do anything he had to and he meant it. He didn't want to have to be a jerk but he would if it came down to it. His jaw clenched as he let her think it over.

Maddison flinched a little as Josh slammed his hands onto the desk, staring back at him a little wide-eyed. For a moment, she couldn't help wonder whether he had just threatened her. You will let me play... had he really just said that.

"Don't shout Josh. And I cannot let you play. You knew that this was going to happen if you didn't keep an eye on your grades. I don't make the rules. And the rules say that if your grades drop below a 3.0 average, you lose your spot on the team." Maddison stood up and crossed her arms again. "Now the only question is whether you want me to help you do something to try and get you back on the team for the game after the next one. I'm sure there will be scouts there too."

Josh let the words sink in. She wasn't listening to him. He had to play that game. "Ms. Maddison, I have to play the game. There is no debating it. I HAVE to." He walked close to her standing just centimeters away looking at her breasts as he slide his hand up her thigh before looking back at her eyes. "I will do ANYTHING, I have to do."

He let her think about that a moment before he reached up and unbuttoned her blouse. "We can do this the easy way... or the hard. But either way... I'm playing the next game." He reached up grabbing her face. "Understand?"

Maddison was taken completely by surprise by Josh's words and actions. At first when he stepped towards her, she held her ground, not really convinced that he would do anything. He was a good few inches taller than her and she had to look up at him just a little, but she couldn't help noticing that at least initially he wasn't looking at her face; instead his was looking at her chest. But then she felt his hand on her thigh. Her body tensed for a moment and she stepped back. Josh moved with her. She felt her heart pounding as she felt his hands beginning to undo the buttons on her blouse. She looked down, but finding herself unable to do anything. Only when he took hold of her chin, tipping her head back to make her look up at him, did she raise a hand. She wrapped her fingers around his wrist as it held her chin and tried to pull his hand away.

"Josh... STOP IT... I can't... wont... change my mind. And... and there's nothing you can do to make me. And this... this isn't going to make things better for you."

Josh held his grip on her chin. Her finally fighting back a little and holding her ground turned him on even more. "Oh you will. Trust me... you won't want what will happen to you if you don't change your mind." His hand slide higher on her thigh and rubbed against her panties slowly but with force. He smiled at her.

His hand the moved to spread her legs apart. "Like I said this go two ways. I suggest you just relax and enjoy this." He moved his hand from her chin to undo his pants. His hand went back to rubbing against her panties with force again. He smiled at her. "Ms. Maddison... feels like you're getting wet for me... one of your students. How would the principal like that?"


An attractive 25 years old teacher, often wearing a skirt and a white blouse that can be somewhat revealing when the top buttons are undone. She is dedicated to her profession and cares about her students' academic performance. Despite being faced with difficult situations, she demonstrates courage and resilience by standing up against inappropriate behavior and maintaining her principles.

Maddison was taken completely by surprise by Josh's words and actions. At first when he stepped towards her, she held her ground, not really convinced that he would do anything. He was a good few inches taller than her and she had to look up at him just a little, but she couldn't help noticing that at least initially he wasn't looking at her face; instead his was looking at her chest. But then she felt his hand on her thigh. Her body tensed for a moment and she stepped back. Josh moved with her. She felt her heart pounding as she felt his hands beginning to undo the buttons on her blouse. She looked down, but finding herself unable to do anything. Only when he took hold of her chin, tipping her head back to make her look up at him, did she raise a hand. She wrapped her fingers around his wrist as it held her chin and tried to pull his hand away.

"Josh... STOP IT... I can't... wont... change my mind. And... and there's nothing you can do to make me. And this... this isn't going to make things better for you."


A 27 years old man who is both caring and protective towards his sister, Aleesha. He struggles with the moral implications of their incestuous relationship but ultimately succumbs to his desires. His personality seems conflicted, as he tries to help Aleesha regain her memory while also engaging in intimate acts with her. This suggests that he might have a strong sexual appetite and difficulty controlling his impulses when faced with temptation.

Alex glanced at his parents, and said, "It's alright, Mom and Dad, she'll be in good hands." He laughed inwardly at the subtle double meaning, there, but said nothing more, as he watched them leave. He turned to Aleesha, and sighed softly. "Perhaps I did call out to you, but I wasn't there, actually. I wish I was. I might have been able to help more." He watched her, thinking of the time they had spent together, and couldn't help but get aroused. His sister was quite skilled in the sack. He idly wondered where she learned the things she knew, then put the thought out of his mind, as he responded, "Of course, you can hold my hand. I'll be right here, when you wake up." He smiled gently at her.

"I couldn't say this in front of all those people, and the doctors. Tell me, I have this odd feeling that you and I were lovers. If I am mistaken, I am sorry, but I feel strangely aroused with you near me. I am sorry, maybe it is the medication, or the head injury. Oh Alex... I am sorry. What you must think of me, coming on to you in a way."

Aleesha squeezed his hand. "I wish I could remember. Do you know who I am? Was those people your parents, or mine? Were we lovers, or am I your girlfriend... your wife?" She was so tired but needed to know who and what she was to him.

"Oh how silly of me to think we are brother and sister, and in the same breath ask you if we were lovers. Maybe I am a whore that walks the street, picking up a john. Are you my pimp?" She smiled. "If you are my pimp, you are hot and sexy, and I could get used to making money for you, all over again, if that is what you are. Funny how this conversation has changed from not knowing who I am, rather it is about what I am, to you."

She seemed to remember his name, which was a good sign. Or, perhaps their parents had mentioned it in passing, and he hadn't realized. Whatever the case, he had to come up with some explanation, both for his own sake and for hers.

"We know each other... quite well, in fact. I know who you are. Your name is Aleesha," Alex commented, hoping to maybe jog her memory.

He chuckled softly at the thought of him ever being a pimp. He was devoted to his sister in a way that was beyond such a horrible idea like that. He took her hand and kissed it. "It's alright, though. Your memory will come back in time. We can be together, again, just the same way we were. Would you like me to give you a sample?" He asked, looking around cautiously and then smiling deviously at her.

"Alex... Alex, oh, I love sound of your name. So, we are lovers?" She smiled. "I can't be feeling guilty for saying that from the moment they all left, I couldn't wait to touch you. I can feel my pulse race, and there is a strange sensation that my body screams to be quenched."

She searched his face for something to remember and still she could not. "Here I am at your mercy in a hospital, only knowing your name, and I feel compelled to give myself to you in every devious way. Is that not crazy? I hope those older people are not my parents. Please tell me they are not."

She winked at Alex. "Even though my head hurts, I bet you know how to make me feel deliciously evil. It is good I am in a private room. Are you sure we are lovers?" She tilted her head, "Or is it that you have been trying to bed me, and the only way you can get me to say yes, is pretending to be my lover?"

She laughed, "Either way, I feel compelled and drawn to let you do it. I feel a need to be really naughty. It isn't like anyone will know, right, I mean, having amnesia, like that doctor said I have, who will care?"

Alex reached toward Aleesha, and gently caressed her cheek, running his fingers slowly back through her hair. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't bring himself to do anything more than kiss her lips softly. But with that touch came the flood of sensations, and he was quickly, unashamedly overcome by desire for her.

"I am rarely dishonest, and never with you, Aleesha." He sighed softly, not knowing if she would understand the full extent of their relationship, but he had to try to help her, whatever it took. "We are lovers," he nodded slowly, and kissed her forehead. The scent of her lingered in his senses, and he casually stroked down her sides as he looked into her beautiful eyes. He grasped her hips firmly, and then moved to her bottom.

Suddenly, he realized they were still in a hospital and could be discovered at any moment. He pulled back momentarily, and looked her over, judging her to be mildly confused, but otherwise well, and he kissed her lips once more.

"Alex, how long will I have amnesia? I want to remember what we were to each other. I mean, was it just sex? Or did we have romance? Tell me. What did our parents think of us having an intimate relationship?" Aleesha felt the sweet kiss on her cheek and blushed. His fingers in her hair caused her to wince. "Oh Alex, not my hair, please. My head hurts terribly." She wanted to experience what it would be like to make love to a total stranger.

"Seeing that we were lovers, I don't think it would hurt to continue being so. I think having sex with a stranger would be a fantasy most girls would love to live out, don't you? I am in a private room, no one will be back for hours, unless I ring the buzzer."

She acted like a pouty puppy for a minute. "I bet you never fucked me. I bet you are fibbing, and if you aren't prove it Alex. I don't have a clue if you are fibbing to impress me, or if you and I are lovers and I have no memory of it. I do know somehow, being taken in a hospital bed by a strange man, would be awesome. I promise not to scream, unless it is 'Oh god'..." She giggled. "Come on, let's do it right here."

Alex was confused, tormented, torn between desire for his sister, and the disturbing thought that she was his sister. Ultimately, his lust overcame him and he climbed on top of her beneath the sterile sheets. He gripped her hospital gown and raised it lovingly up, exposing her crotch and further, past her breasts. "We had sex, but it was more than that, Aleesha... I don't know what to say to make you understand..."

He sighed softly. "My actions will just have to speak for themselves." He could feel himself growing aroused already, something about the calm, quiet surroundings combined with the air of doing such a deed in a public place thrilled him. He pulled down his pants hesitantly, and lowered his head to her pubis, kissing it and licking it slowly, before returning to his position over her half-naked form. His rock-solid dick filled her, and he gasped.

Aleesha's eyes widened as she stared into the eyes of this stranger, a smile flowed across her lips. His cock slid inside her like it knew it belonged inside her. It felt divine. "Oh Alex, if you are being truthful and we are sister and brother, I don't care what anyone thinks.. your feel so good inside me. Don't do anything just yet, I want to remember this feeling for a long time to come."

She bit her bottom lip a little and pulled him down on her. "You go slow and then speed up, when I start moaning louder, did we ever go all the way, I mean did you share your seed with me?" She smiled brighter, "I want to get pregnant tonight. Wouldn't that be something?"

Aleesha bent her knees slightly, "Come on do it like you always do, and don't stop even if a nurse comes in. I will tell her to mind her own business and get out. And that you are my sex-therapist." She laughed.

"Oh, Aleesha," Alex said softly, hesitantly, "how I wish you could remember what we shared, who you are... who I am." He pressed further into her warm walls and continued to thrust in and out of her moistening pussy. "Can you recall anything? Anything at all?" He kissed her lips softly as he plunged inside her, feeling the illicit attraction.

When she mentioned pregnancy, he rammed harder, so turned on was he by the thought of it. He couldn't explain it, other than to say he wanted a child. But, with his own flesh and blood? He rode her slow and deep, conflicted.


An 18 years old girl, despite her amnesia, displays a curious and adventurous personality. She seems open to exploring her desires and fantasies without inhibition. Her confusion about her relationship with Alex leads her to question the nature of their bond, but she ultimately embraces the intimacy they share. This suggests that she may be impulsive and willing to take risks in pursuit of pleasure or excitement.

Aleesha's eyes widened as she stared into the eyes of this stranger, a smile flowed across her lips. His cock slid inside her like it knew it belonged inside her. It felt divine. "Oh Alex, if you are being truthful and we are sister and brother, I don't care what anyone thinks.. your feel so good inside me. Don't do anything just yet, I want to remember this feeling for a long time to come."

She bit her bottom lip a little and pulled him down on her. "You go slow and then speed up, when I start moaning louder, did we ever go all the way, I mean did you share your seed with me?" She smiled brighter, "I want to get pregnant tonight. Wouldn't that be something?"

Aleesha bent her knees slightly, "Come on do it like you always do, and don't stop even if a nurse comes in. I will tell her to mind her own business and get out. And that you are my sex-therapist." She laughed.


A non-human, furry female creature, specifically a red panda. She has an alluring body with "luscious folds", suggesting she is quite attractive by the standards of her species. Personality-wise, Lin comes across as initially resistant and somewhat argumentative but eventually becomes more submissive. Despite this change in behavior, she maintains a level of defiance and denial about her enjoyment of the situation. This could indicate that she's stubborn or perhaps unused to such experiences. The fact that she questions Jack's actions and comments shows some curiosity or at least confusion about human customs.

As he gazed upon the folds he exposed, he could see there was already a glint of wetness about Lin's inner lips, but what was more, as her butt shifted, the light shone brightly over her luscious folds as he pushed his finger through, and he found her inside tract to be quite wet, as if ready to mate at any point. Whether she was naturally like that or if his groping had caused all that, it was yet to be seen.

"A-AHn!!" she cried out as she felt him expose her and push his finger within, "W-what are you.. human custom!? What kind of human custom is that!?" Still, he felt her rebelliousness start to die down, to the point she was practically still for him. "You... you're not in heat right now are you!?"

Jack didn't really want to pass up a chance at having at it with a furry girl if this was some sort of dream. He wasn't still sure if he was awake and decided to take the chance. She seemed to be a good woman that could take care of his needs with her body that looked so hot. Her inner lips were wet and seemed to suck on his fingers as if she wanted to take a cock right now inside of her.

Jack really didn't know what to say when she asked about his human customs that he was lying about mostly. "Like I said. We do it to females for them to relax." He said repeating as she mentioned if he was in some sort of heat. "Yes, it tends to come around at random." Jack would say as he slides in another finger to fill her up with two of them as it came in and out of her juicy folds with a dirty wet sound could be heard in the room if she was silent enough.

Lin squirmed a bit as he slipped his finger into her alongside the first, the hot squishing sound of her walls around his digits quite audible to him. "Well... your human females must be like our men..." she remarked, though his response surprised her. "Really? Just like that? At random?" While she didn't exactly fully believe him, what reason did he have to lie? "Mrng..." It almost sounded like she was begrudgingly relenting as he felt her steady up. "Well, what are you waiting for then? Get your stupid fingers out of me and get it over with."

She seemed almost nonchalant about inviting him to sex, let alone letting him do this to her the way she was. A human girl would murder him if he ever did that... so what was the deal? And why did she ask about heat in the first place?

Jack seemed to be curious by what she meant that it referred to the men of this world. Thinking that it might have been a completely different order of things that are handled around these parts as he blinked for a moment. The random comment was a good way of being able to do more in the future or he could tell her the truth if she liked what he gave her. Yet, the next thing was the fact that she didn't stop him anymore to go on with taking her body as his own that stopped him for a moment.

It couldn't be that easy? Did the furry world have easier guidelines for sex or was it the fact that she couldn't escape anyway? Jack would pull out his fingers that were drenched in her fluids that meant that she was indeed ready for mating. Taking off his pants, he would toss them to the floor and pulled out his throbbing erection that pressed against her entrance. "If you're sure." Sliding it slowly against her as it felt extremely soft against his cock like a pillow and soon he would shove it in without a word. Sliding his thick cock till he reached at it could with his size wondering how deep it went with furry girls compared to human ones.

When he seemed to hesitate, Lin groaned at him. "You're not lying to me, are you?" If he was in heat, he wouldn't hesitate! Or maybe... humans did? She felt like she needed to dissect him or something but... maybe killing the ONE human she'd ever seen wasn't the best idea. So instead, she just lay there with her ass in the air, half her body hidden away under the contraption, waiting for him to get ready to do his thing. It wasn't like he'd be her first...

"Am I sure? You're the one in heat, idiot!" she groaned, shaking her hips again just as she felt him press against her entrance. "Come on, let's get this over WWIITTHH!!" She didn't even finish talking before he shoved himself in, and his cock penetrated her pretty easily despite the relative tightness around him, to the point he hilted in. "OOOHHNN!!!" Her shriek of pleasure blasted out and rang in her ears, though it sounds a lot more controlled to him.

The red panda's sopping wet walls engulfed him tremendously, and he could feel her walls groping him, as if already on auto pilot to help him cum. Maybe that's what it was for them, sex was just a release, not a way to enjoy. Either way, it might be difficult for this former loser to hold on, the way her tightness pressed in at keypoints along his dick. "Ohh geez you're thick!" she grunted, meant to be a comment but maybe coming off as a compliment.

Jack was usually one to question people, he didn't understand what type of society they had going on in this world. He didn't really answer back about his lying but would start to let his lust take over his body to take advantage of her in this position. It was a dream cum true with the world he was brought into for the hell of it. She just kept on yelling at him from under the machine but then she seemed to stop and her shriek was well put out.

Her sloppy walls that grasped around his thick shaft was fiercer than anything he ever felt from a human girl. He couldn't even compare the two as it tried to eat him in such a way that it felt wrong. When did she mention how thick he was that made him smile as it would seem that he was a good size for the furry girls after all and that meant he could have more fun in the future with her or others? "Then enjoy it." He said in response as he pulled back and then smacked right into her ass with more force this time.

Trying to find the right rhythm that would try to make her regret letting him have his way with her. He wasn't in it for the quick fuck but rather to make her enjoy his cock and satisfied to come back for more. To Lin, it might prove that humans fuck for enjoyment rather then a quick fix like there species did in this world. His hand would find a nice spot against her right ass and then raised a hand up and smacked her flurry butt with some force along with his thrusts. He wondered if she ever had something like that done to her as sex styles might be different in this world as well.

The slurping and squelching around him as his dick sank ever more into her greedy anthro pussy would surround and penetrate his ears, while her own moans would engulf her. It wasn't until he really got to fucking her harder that she groaned out loud. "Ohhh ffuuckk... hhann... w-what are you talking about..." she grunted between moans, "Y-you're the one in heat! I-I'm not enjoying this..." So why was she making sexual sounds then? Was it just to make him cum? Put on a show? Or was Lin lying through her teeth? The truth was a bit of all three, maybe a bit less of number three. Her body was innately telling her to make her partner cum, and to do so, it egged her on to enjoy it, partially. Better disciplined girls could have sex and still do regular activities with no worries, though social outcast Lin didn't meet those standards.

"MMhn... I'm not! I'm not... ohhnn... OOHN!" The red panda's hips shook as he smacked her ass, and she blinked into the relative darkness. "W-what was that for!?" she cried in disdain, as if spanking was something bad or something. It didn't seem to be part of her sexual ritual, but then again, maybe it was something he could introduce if he really wanted to.


A young human male of average build. He is adventurous and somewhat assertive, as he doesn't hesitate to explore an unfamiliar situation and take control. He seems cunning too, using a lie about "human customs" to justify his actions. Despite his lustful behavior, Jack also shows signs of curiosity about this new world and its inhabitants.

The slurping and squelching around him as his dick sank ever more into her greedy anthro pussy would surround and penetrate his ears, while her own moans would engulf her. It wasn't until he really got to fucking her harder that she groaned out loud. "Ohhh ffuuckk... hhann... w-what are you talking about..." she grunted between moans, "Y-you're the one in heat! I-I'm not enjoying this..." So why was she making sexual sounds then? Was it just to make him cum? Put on a show? Or was Lin lying through her teeth? The truth was a bit of all three, maybe a bit less of number three. Her body was innately telling her to make her partner cum, and to do so, it egged her on to enjoy it, partially. Better disciplined girls could have sex and still do regular activities with no worries, though social outcast Lin didn't meet those standards.

"MMhn... I'm not! I'm not... ohhnn... OOHN!" The red panda's hips shook as he smacked her ass, and she blinked into the relative darkness. "W-what was that for!?" she cried in disdain, as if spanking was something bad or something. It didn't seem to be part of her sexual ritual, but then again, maybe it was something he could introduce if he really wanted to.

Her body was indeed something of an Ona-hole that Jack saw in a few hentai in his days of youth. The sounds were so erotic that he really was getting into the mood of things as she was losing herself to the pleasure. He got some more info about the heat in the world and how some of the women seemed to be okay with this from her words just now. It meant that he needed to find a way to break the cycle and adding more crazier ways of having sex might be in. "Don't lie to yourself. A thicc girl like yourself needs a good cock in her life. You were hoping a guy like me took advantage of you." He said in a husky tone as was getting into a good rhythm with the squelching sounds were getting louder.


A man of attractive physical stature, possessing enough strength and stamina to engage in the vigorous activities described. His appearance is quite appealing, given that he managed to attract both an Oni and a succubus. He's as loyal and somewhat resistant to temptation, suggesting a strong moral compass. However, under the succubus' influence, he displays a more dominant side and loses himself in lustful desires. Despite this transformation, there's an underlying sense of guilt about his actions indicating an inherent respect for his relationship with Satsumi. This conflict shows Sora is complex with multiple facets to his personality---capable of both tenderness and assertiveness depending on the circumstances.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Was all that could be heard in the alley Sora and Dolly were fucking in. A part of Sora's brain wondered how nobody had caught them yet, unaware of the magic barrier the succubus had placed around them. Either way, his mind was to focused on ravaging the tight pussy the succubus so eagerly gave him. Sora had no idea why he was this way, he felt like an animal gone wild with lust. He wanted to fuck Dolly until there wasn't even a single drop of cum left in him.

Even though this position was really erotic and he could have her body firmly pressed against him, it didn't let him go full crazy in fucking her. Acting on instinct, he pulled her cock out of her and kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth as his hands grabbed her and turned her around. Breaking the kiss, he stepped behind her and made her bend forward, holding her hands against the wall and lifting her ass up. His hands grabbed that gorgeous ass in front of him as he shoved his cock back inside, going even deeper than he already was before. His breathing got faster as he moved his hips faster and faster. Slap! Slap! Slap! Looking down at that ass his hands moved on their own. One of them held her in place as the other raised up and then went back down, slapping her butt. SLAP! Then another one. SLAP! Fuuuuck this felt too good.

Dolly's heel remained dug in against his back as his hips smacked back into hers, soft yet rather lewd coos and moans coming from the succubus' lips as she clung against him. Yet, it was almost instinctual how she reacted, she could almost feel the slight dissatisfaction from her paramour as his shaft slid out of her, yet his lips were swiftly on hers. "Mmm~" She moaned out, letting her leg uncurl around him as she twirled around, breaking the kiss. "You know exactly what you're doing, I like that." She spoke in the small pause between that and his shaft thrusting back into her with the new position. Sandwiched between Sora and the wall, her ass shook and slightly jiggled with every smack back into Sora's hips, one of her hands moving to grope her breast though her corset as she gave out a longer and sultrier moan. "Fuck! Don't stop!" Apparently Sora was hitting the right notes, her cries of pleasure getting softer but more constant, her tail avidly flicking around as the tip ran across his chest at the same time.

She was getting close to an orgasm, but still far from her limit. With her hair framing her face she soon looked back to him, her eyes all but glowing with appreciation. Grinding back into him as well, her other hand held fast against the wall, her thighs and hips beginning to quiver as she started to climax, her juices quickly and heatedly gushing back against Sora, her tongue lolling out briefly as she felt the intense pleasure wrack her body.

In his mind, Sora could stay like this for hours, fucking this slutty succubus until she couldn't stand anymore. He was even surprising himself with these thoughts as he never imagined her could be so wild and dominant like this. His hands held Dolly's ass firmly as his hips smacked faster and harder against her. His cock was reaching deep in her and her moanings were almost driving him over the edge. What he most loved though was hearing her beg for him not to stop. He liked that. He liked that a lot.

Sora slapped her ass again, feeling his second orgasm approaching. He leaned over her and moved his hands to grab her tits, squeezing them over her hands. "You want my cum? You want me to cum inside you, little slut?" He asked in her ear, with no idea where those words were coming from. As he slammed against her one more time, he felt her pussy squeezing him tighter and her juices squirting out against Sora. The sudden squeeze was too much for him to handle as Sora climaxed again. He thrusted forward, wanting his cock to reach into her womb and came directly in there.

"Fuuuck..." He moaned together with her, as he shot thick ropes of cum into her womb. His legs trembled a bit as he lost some strength from the overwhelming orgasm. He kept his cock inside her, wanting her to be completely filled up by his seed.

Some succubi were quick to drain partners and move on—they oft did not kill especially in the modern days, but they could be a bit fervent with their feeding. She however was more mellow in that regards and when Dolly found an interesting partner, she stuck with them. And Sora was proving to be very rich in what she desired from a partner. Lifting and curling one of her legs up just a bit as she came, "Oh!" Her tone was rich in pleasure as her eyes slowly shut, and her breathing become labored and stuttered as she felt his hot seed spurting into her. For her it wasn't just pleasure, it was sustenance, his sexual energy was an ample provider of energy for herself, and Dolly could feel that he wasn't quite done just yet. "Good boy..." She moaned out after a few moments, her tail going limp for a moment against her thigh. Slowly grinding back into him to milk out every last drop, she soon began to withdraw from him, moving to stand upright as his cock slid out of her, covered in their mutual fluids.

"But I hope you're not done just yet, I'm still a bit hungry, and you're proving to be very fun." With her eyes fluttering open once more, she hummed out, an almost devilish smirk on her face.

Sora took a few moments to recover his energy, his cock was still hard inside her, even though he just came for the second time. Being with a succubus, it seemed her sexual powers amplified his lust and libido, keeping him ready for more until she was satisfied. Still not thinking straight, Sora didn't complain as he wanted more from the succubus.

He looked at Dolly as she teased him, asking if he was already finished. With a fiery lust in his eyes, Sora grabbed the woman and pulled her close to him, pressing her tits against his chest. He moved to kiss her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth as his hands pulled her corset a bit down to expose her tits.

"Oh my, aggressive!" When Dolly was grabbed she moved eagerly, her breasts pressing tightly back into him, flattening against his chest as she returned his more wanton kiss. Moaning out heatedly, she again lifted her leg lightly, her breathing slightly stammered when her tongue met his. Her breasts were soon freed from the corset as they rested against his clothed chest, her nipples already hard as they peaked out, no longer constrained. As one of her hands pressed against his cheek during the kiss, her other hand moved for his shaft, giving it a soft tug at first as she wrapped her fingers around him and continued to stroke him off. Letting the kiss longer as her palm rubbed across the head of his shaft, she eventually broke off the kiss as she moved away just enough that he could see her body in full as she used her other hand to grope and squeeze against her breasts. "Kissing's fun, but I know you want more... How do you want me now?" A devious smile came across her lips, and there was little more that she loved than an eager sinner in the end.

"You like aggressive don't you?" Sora asked her between kisses. This succubus had somehow lit a fire inside Sora that he had never seen before. All he could think about was making Dolly beg for him and scream in ecstasy. "How I want you now?" He asked, repeating her question. His hands grabbed her ass and pulled her even closer, his hard cock escaping her soft hand and now rubbing against her wet cum-filled pussy. "I want you begging. Like the slut I know you are." If Sora wasn't so drunk by lust he would probably never had used words like these before, but he couldn't think straight as it was his lower head who was commanding his body right now. "Do that and I'll fuck you crazy until you can't even stand anymore."

Oh, he wanted her to beg? Dolly was not usually the type to play the part of a pure submissive but he was rather excellent so far, and she wanted to keep this going. Giving out a slight gasp as his cock ground against her slit, her lilting voice was drunk with pleasure, the woman having no need to play it up at all. "Fuck me, human... Fuck this good for nothing succubus slut until she can barely walk anymore... Please... I'll do anything for you in return!" Needily, her body started to buck back against his, one hand holding against his waist as the other groped against her breast, the succubus biting her lower lip as she hummed out in pleasure. "Please, master..." Her eyes though hazy with pleasure, still looked at him with a pleading glance, her lips remaining parted as she made sure to vocalize every moan, every sigh, and each little whimper.

Sora had a big grin on his face as the slutty succubus started begging for him to fuck her. "Anything you say?" he repeated her words while teasing her pussy, rubbing his cock against her but without putting it in. When he thought she wouldn't be able to handle it anymore, he raised her leg up and around him and thrusted deep inside her. "Take my seed then." he said "Take all my cum and never dare to wish for another cock besides mine from now on." hearing Dolly call him master was something new for Sora, and he liked how it sounded.

"Mm, Anything... absolutely anything..." Each word came out breathier than the last, with the very last of Dolly's words barely spoken before she gave out a long and drawn out moan of pleasure. From how wet she was, to the grinding of her hips, and to the soft coos that came afterwards her arousal was readily apparent. The moment That she finally felt him thrust into her, her leg once again locked around his hip, and her eyes looked back into his own, a more sultry and confident tone escaping her lips as she groaned out. "Yes, Master! No one but you will fill me as long as you live..." A demon was bound to their word whether they desired to be or not, but right now she seemed all too willing.

Hearing Dolly agree to what he demanded was all Sora needed to give her what she wanted. He thrusted his hips faster and harder against the slutty succubus. One of his hands grabbed her tit and squeezed it while the other was holding her leg in place. Her pussy was just too good to be real and Sora was getting closer and closer to cumming for the last time.

But he wanted to do as he said first. He was going to make Dolly cum so hard she would barely be able to walk afterwards. Pushing her against the wall, he released her tit and grabbed her other leg. He used all his strength to lift her up and press against the wall. Now he was basically carrying her in front of him, with his cock deep inside her pussy and her legs folded over his arms. "Tell me how much of a slut you are. How much do you love my cock? If I like the answer I'll fill you up again with my seed."

Dolly seemed to be a step ahead of him in what he wanted. She gave a soft flutter of her wings once she was against the wall more thoroughly, her spade tipped tail moving with an almost darting manner as the tip soon rested against his sack, gently teasing it with a push as her eyes began to glow. "Fill me!~ Fill me, Master! It's the best cock I've ever had." Her tone was lusty and heady, and she meant every word of it she meant. Throwing her hands around his neck, she supported herself with him as she was fucked into the wall, her glowing eyes remaining on him as she wrapped her legs tightly around him and her inner walls began to flex. She wasn't going to be able to come unless he did, but for now, she sought to do everything in her power to make him release within her. "Please master, I need it!" She was all but pleading, her voice a sexy whine.

Dolly kept begging and begging for Sora to fill her up. Sora couldn't believe such pleasure existed in this world as he kept plowing the succubus against the wall. His cock was almost at his limit as she moaned more and called him master once more. Moaning with her, he couldn't hold it anymore and with one last thrust, reached his peak and shot his last loads deep inside her pussy, straight into her womb.

"Fuuuuck... ohhh... fuck..." His seed kept filling her up until his sack was finally empty and he couldn't cum anymore. His legs were quickly losing their balance and he had to hold onto her and the wall to stay up. Breathing heavily, he kissed her deeply as his body was washed away with the bliss of post orgasm.

When her lover came, Dolly could feel the rush of pleasure from him, the spike from his emotions an intense bliss to her. "Anh!" As her inner walls gripped tightly around him as he began to climax, she had her own orgasm as well with her juices gushing from her. Closing her eyes as they rolled back just a bit, she relished the surge of pleasure as her body tensed, legs clinging intently against the man she had began to call master. Each heated spurt from him only added to her pleasure, feeling a hint of it beginning to drip fro her slit as her legs trembled and tensed, her heels remaining dug in against his back all the while.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Sora let go of Dolly's legs and helped her slowly stand up on her own. He also stopped kissing her and took his cock out of her, not like he really wanted to. Now that the succubus seemed to be fully satisfied, the magical sex haze that was filling his mind slowly faded away. And as it did so, Sora realized what he had just done.

"What... why did we just... oh fuck... Satsumi is gonna kill me" he spoke to himself, quickly pulling his pants back up and hiding his cock.

The succubus was more than aware of the effect she had on people. But as her heeled fit touched the ground again, the slightly disheveled succubus seemed far more complacent, more like a cat that had gotten the treat treat it desired the entire time. "Oh my, having second thoughts? It's a bit too late for that." She spoke, her tone still a little breathy. Her tail was rapidly flicking behind her, and her lips curled into a smile as her paramour pulled up her pants. "Don't be so sad, Master. She is an Oni afterall." As she talked, she snapped her fingers and was soon wearing a concealing looking coat, most of her body obscured by the drab and tan jacket. "Now, how about we head home? I don't want to miss this—and I made an oath to you, I can't quite leave your side."

Sora was slowly panicking as he tried to understand how he got in this situation. He was now Master of a succubus who wanted to follow him back home. When she mentioned it was gonna be alright because Satsumi was an Oni, he got a bit curious. "What do you mean? Why would this be OK because she's an Oni?"

An oath? Fuck. Seemed there was no way out for Sora. He was now stuck with Dolly for, according to her, the rest of his life.

As Dolly seemed quite comfortable with the situation, her tail swishing about in the air as she still seemed somewhat lost in post orgasmic bliss. Leaning against the wall for a moment, it wasn't much longer before she hummed out and took a few confident steps forward, her heels clicking audibly against the ground. "Oh, her type usually aren't monogamous... I'm sure she's quite understanding if her boyfriend has a lover or two around." She said with a smile. Whether she was lying or being honest it was hard to say, but for now she seemed rather content in playing the part of a woman enjoying herself. "Now, lead the way to your house? I'm sure some introductions are in order. And a good meal, I admit I could go for some food after a fun little session like that." She didn't really need the sustenance from food but that didn't stop her from indulging.

"Not... monogamous?" Sora repeated her words. Really?? Could that mean...? She wouldn't be seeing someone else besides him right? Nono. Of course not. She clearly loved him too much, not to mention he couldn't be sure if what Dolly said was indeed true. Either way... seemed like there was no way to convince her to go away. Sighing in defeat, Sora finished adjusting his clothes and grabbed his bag from the ground. "OK... let's go then." he said

They were only a street away from his home, so the walk took just a bit over a minute. Nervous and without any idea what to tell Satsumi, he opened the door and stepped inside with the succubus following right behind him. "I'm home!" he announced.