A laid-back and somewhat sarcastic man. He possesses a sense of humor, as evidenced by his chipper laugh and witty remarks. His demeanor suggests that he is adaptable and able to navigate unfamiliar situations with ease. Physically, Liam has an average build.

A sporadically lit sidewalk cascaded with a plethora of colors, sparse puddles holding what florescence that was given by the neon overhead. The night air held a chill as the sun had long ago set, and many people were out and about giving the night time scene it's usual bustle. Such was the usual sight in cities that never slept, people would crowd the streets at all times of the day. One such person was also out and about at this late hour, Liam was his name. Though in all honesty he thought the name was a bit too different compared to his peers back in the day.

Though as previously stated the scene was typical as usual, and his day was typical even more so. On the way back from a meeting with a client about their next installment in a series was his usual day to day workload. Working for a publisher for weekly manga wasn't an easy gig by any way shape or form. That such a job did keep him busy and did at least offer a paycheck to pay necessary bills and living expenses. Such a life unbeknownst to him though was suddenly coming to an end...

An undetermined amount of time later, a voice popped up in his head as he was awash in a deep sea of nothing, "Through no fault of your own your life was snuffed out. Be born anew and fulfill your desires." As soon as that was said the deep sea of nothing was eaten away and he suddenly found himself lying in the middle of a field, beset by flowing grass on either side and nary a person in sight. For the moment he was very much asleep, as if he was conked on the head with one hell of a hammer.

Nevalette was out in the woods, hunting for her next meal, as she normally did this early in the morning. She loved the thrill of it. The waiting. The watching. The killing. Everything about it was perfect. It was peaceful this morning, the sunlight lightly shining through the trees and the morning dew on the grass and twigs around her.

No twigs were being snapped. Not footsteps could be heard besides her own. She decided she needed a new approach, the animals could probably hear her. She quickly ran up a tree and stood on the first sturdy branch she could pull herself up on. She stood about 15 feet off the ground, high enough for her to see what she needed to and not be heard either. She prepped her bow and arrow and squatted down and waited. Still nothing. What the hell? And then all of a sudden she heard a loud thump. Son of a bitch! Well if anything was there it was gone now, but now it was time for her to find what the hell ruined her meal... well her excuse for it.

She jumped out of the tree and landed with a loud thump, and stood up. She headed towards the noise, which surprisingly wasn't as far off as she had originally thought. There laid a man. She kicked the sleeping man in the side and kicky drew her arrow and pointed it at him. "What are you doing out here?" She said. When he awoke he would see a small elf standing in front of him, one with soft and beautiful features. She had pale skin, from where she only stayed out in the mornings, and her long beautiful hair that was pulled back into a braid that laid down her back.

The voice at this moment was very much absent from Liam's mind, it having been replaced by the sounds of nature. Though the ambient noises were few and far between. Eventually though his consciousness was roused by a swift kick in his side, him rubbing his ribs instinctively even though hes wasn't in pain. "Ugh, stiff shoulders," he simply moaned as he slowly blinked awake, him not having caught the question that was posed to him by the stranger. After he stated that he glanced over from his horizontal position and caught sight of the woman.

He didn't initially say anything, though he did notice that she at the moment was quite hostile. At least that's what he figured judging by the arrow that was currently pointed right at him. "Violence before introductions, got it," he said with a rather chipper laugh while laying in the grass. After that he continued with a shrug of his shoulders as he sat up on the ground, "I don't even know where I am. Can't answer your question." Quite frankly at the moment he figured this odd woman was his best bet to know where he actually was in this world.

Apparently he was sent to another world through reincarnation or something similar, at least that's what the voice alluded at. If this was in fact true, he certainly needed to get his bearings in this world quickly. Getting some info from someone who actually lives in the world would be the best course of action, and luckily enough one just sort of appeared. "Liam Kingsly," he said with a slight nod of his head and then added with a raised brow, "What might be the name of the one currently is sticking me up?"

Nevalette didn't like this man. Not even a little bit. He was a smart ass and he needed to be taught something, but she wasn't going to run an arrow through him. Not now, maybe later. But not right now. She slowly put her arrow down and slipped it back into its carrier and put her bow on her back and put a hand out for him, to help him stand up.

Once he was up and standing she nodded to him "I am Nevalette." She said and then turned her back towards him and waved her fingers at him "Follow me. You clearly are lost. I can take you to the nearest village. It's a few hours away. It's a longs way to get lost." She said and then began to walk forward.

It would be nice to have some company while walking back. Even though she would get hungry soon, but shed have to find some berries or something to hold her over since clearly the animals were much smarter than normal today.

The first impression Liam got from the young woman was of course aggressive, though it quickly turned over to perhaps tsundere? Regardless, at the moment he at least had someone that would show him to the closest civilization. All in all this whole being sent to another world scene was going well enough. At least he ran into someone that didn't outright attack him at first sight. Keeping in mind she said it would take a number of hours to get there he figured having a conversation would be best.

"Judging by your equipment you're a hunter," he simply stated and then continued, "Seeing as how you're not carrying anything along I take it you were unsuccessful today?" Seeing as how he didn't know anything of this world simple observational conversation would have to work for now. In truth striking up a conversation was the best option at the moment. Considering he knew nothing of this world this woman named Nevalette was quite an indispensable source.

Nevalette knew that Liam was just trying to make conversation but she couldn't help but to feel like he was mocking her. How dare he point out the fact she didn't get anything? She was an amazing hunter today just wasn't a good day. He should have at least know better than to say something about it. She snarled at him but kept walking forward.

She looked around her, even now that she had the man following behind her, and not very quietly either, it was eerily quiet outside. She wondered what was going on today? "Bad day." She muttered and stepped over a log. "For future reference, don't point out a hunters empty hands. Insulting." She said and turned her head to make sure he was still following behind her. "You interrupted my hunt, I would have gone until I caught something, but now that I have to take you into town, I don't see me coming back out till morning."

"I don't think I really interrupted you," Liam said succinctly and then added with a light nod of his head, "You could have just left me there and continued on your hunt, but you didn't." After saying that he paused for a moment, him then adding as he took up pace next to her along the path, "To me it looks like you just can't help but give someone a hand, even if it interrupts your hunt." What he said was true enough, anyone could have just took a glance at the knocked out man and had many different kinds of ideas. One might have thought of robbing, another might have thought of killing, but this young woman decided to help out.

Quite frankly, running into her was a stroke of luck, any manner of meeting could have taken place in such a location. Happening upon someone that would help out was surely one in a thousand. Regardless he glanced at her bow and then continued with the conversation, "So I take it your a ranged fighter?" Before Liam woke up completely he had briefly heard something about status, evidently the deity allowed him to look at his own status.


A small 25 years old female elf with soft and beautiful features. She has pale skin from staying out in the mornings, and her long hair is pulled back into a braid that cascades down her back. Despite initially displaying hostility, she eventually shows a more caring side by offering to guide Liam back to civilization. Her proficiency as a hunter suggests she possesses agility, precision, and resourcefulness.

Nevalette knew that Liam was just trying to make conversation but she couldn't help but to feel like he was mocking her. How dare he point out the fact she didn't get anything? She was an amazing hunter today just wasn't a good day. He should have at least know better than to say something about it. She snarled at him but kept walking forward.

She looked around her, even now that she had the man following behind her, and not very quietly either, it was eerily quiet outside. She wondered what was going on today? "Bad day." She muttered and stepped over a log. "For future reference, don't point out a hunters empty hands. Insulting." She said and turned her head to make sure he was still following behind her. "You interrupted my hunt, I would have gone until I caught something, but now that I have to take you into town, I don't see me coming back out till morning."


A man who seems confident and unafraid to assert dominance in tense situations. He is strong enough to hold Cassandra against a wall. He has a sarcastic and confrontational personality, often engaging in verbal sparring with Cassandra. Despite this, he appears to possess some level of strategic thinking and adaptability when faced with challenges.

"Kill you Cassandra? I just wanted to lay out the ground rules." He said removing his hands from her neck. Though a hand remained on her shoulder he kept her held against the wall more for his own safety then his own. He didn't trust her, and she was clearly mad at him for having done this, and so the best way to solve that was to simply keep pressing his new found advantage.

"You are lucky that my hands don't remain right where they are, as for going our own ways... no I don't think so we are both thieves, so until I know you a little better I'm not letting you out of my sight." As he spoke he let her go and took a step back. "Sorry your stuck with me since I saved your life."

Cassandra's breasts were pushing against the material as her rage boiled within her, she was doing her best to keep calm but he was getting to her now. Her eyes look down at the hand on her shoulder, thinking over all the possible things she could do to it to make him regret ever touching her.

"Lucky? You would think that, the big strong man putting the little woman in her place, why don't you slap me around to I bet that would make you feel good." She glares at him as he lets go moving back, she moves quickly kicking out with her leg aiming for his crotch "A thief you call yourself, a true thief worth anything doesn't steal from someone then sell it back. And you didn't save my life, you were a convenient distraction was all."

Soren let out a harsh laugh as he pushed back and let go of Cassandra. He turned around and resumed walking shaking his head and leaving her with no penalty. "I don't hit children, and that's what you are right now, a petulant child unable to think past her own dumb ambitions."

He shook his head with a heavy sigh. "Keep the item, after all it's pretty well worthless right now. Face it with a theft gone right you would have had trouble pawning it for half of its actual value, now with a lord dead, and half the city guard looking for it anyone who has that will be the murder suspect, and the item is therefor worthless. You wouldn't find a buyer willing to pay 20% on an item like that. My way you get a 200% boon, with actual currency, because your little set of jewels won't even buy you a meal."

Cassandra was literally shaking now, this all of this was his fucking fault. If he hadn't been there, she could have left and there would be no issue. He was right with the man dead now, the man he killed she couldn't get rid of the damn jewelry now. She would have to start over again because of this son of a bitch.

She takes the pouch out of her bag, and catches up throwing it at the back of his head "Fine, taking the fucking thing then." She moves grabbing his arm and with all of her strength, pushes him against the wall "You ever come near me again, I even see you around the same places I am. I will kill you myself, I am done with this. This was your fault, all of this was your damn fault."

With a growl she turns and walks ahead of him, she wanted to get out of here and away from him.

Soren let out a small laugh as he felt the treasure hit the back of his skull with a light thud. It hurt, but also meant that he had won this little argument, and that was worth far more then the item its self. Sadly in winning he had also made it impossible for him to pick up the item as it would have marked him as a wanted man, he shook his head as he felt her body weight pushing him against the wall much as he had done to her.

"With an attitude like that how is it you have even gotten this far as a thief?" He shook his head dusting himself off as she stormed off to create another tantrum. "That's right run away, don't learn from the problem, run along if your lucky you can still catch the sailors down at the docks, because you would clearly make more as a whore then a thief if this is how you problem solve."

Cassandra needed a drink and to sleep, she just wanted to get out of the sewer now and away from this man. But he was just so damn insistent on insulting her, and running his mouth. Why he just couldn't be satisfied and leave her alone, what the hell was his problem anyways. She heard his words and stopped her hand flexed as she fought the urge to reach for one of her knives, the fact that this man could get under her skin so easily really pissed her off.

She closes her eyes and takes in a breath letting it out slowly, her features calmed slightly as she turned back around. "No you see I did try the sailors, but they wouldn't have me. You see all they could go on about, was how great of a cock sucker Soren is. So I will just leave the whoring to you."

Soren's jaw ticked lightly at the strong come back he enjoyed the fight that this woman had, but he could also tell just how much he was pissing her off, although she did have a cuteness to her maddened form he didn't want to push his luck too far. He had already seen that she was fully capable with knives, and that was reason enough to try and avoid aggravating her further.

"Cute." He said with a roll of his eyes. He walked behind her at a good distance wanting to give her some space, but at the same time using her as a way out of the sewer system. She clearly knew it better then he did, though he stopped at one point, hearing heavy foot falls echoing through the stone underground.

"Yes that is what they say about you, but I just don't see it." It appeared Cassandra won this round, as he didn't seem to come back with anything much. Which surprised her as with most men, questioning their sexuality usually got them pretty pissed off. But it also seemed too, that he might need her as she was almost sure she knew this area better than he did. So she took the quiet and left it at that for now.

She was walking carefully for a little, when she also heard the footsteps. They seemed to be coming close, she turns back to look at Soren seeing he noticed also. She quietly moves back up to him "Give me the torch and hide in the shadows, if we are lucky they will think me a little weak girl lost down here like you did. If they cause trouble you can surprise them." She holds her hand out for the torch.

Soren gave a nod hearing her plan it made sense, and it played off of her being the distraction which meant he could repay her for earlier when he had acted as the bait. stepping into the shadows he moved quietly as he looked around waiting for what ever was coming up to them. He wanted to make some kind of comment on what she had said, but at the same time he was slightly worried about what was coming down the corridor.

The footfalls continued to walk. The sound getting louder as the person seemed to not care about what they were doing. They were ether heavy on its own or wearing some form of heavy armor. As the creature showed its self however it proved to be the former, Soren's eyes widened as he looked at the heavy set green skinned orc. The creature smelled almost as bad as it looked with a leathery hide and a loin cloth, a lot of questions came to mind, the largest being how the hell an orc got inside the city walls.

The creature turned the corner holding a heavy set cudgel in its hands it looked over Cassandra with one eye the other having scar tissue over it. It looked like it was shocked too see a woman in the sewers, but readied its weapon non the less. Letting out a huff as it approached her threatening her.


A woman with a strong personality, easily angered and determined in her actions. She has an attractive figure with noticeable breasts. Despite her fiery nature, she displays quick thinking and adaptability when facing challenges.

Soren gave a nod hearing her plan it made sense, and it played off of her being the distraction which meant he could repay her for earlier when he had acted as the bait. stepping into the shadows he moved quietly as he looked around waiting for what ever was coming up to them. He wanted to make some kind of comment on what she had said, but at the same time he was slightly worried about what was coming down the corridor.

The footfalls continued to walk. The sound getting louder as the person seemed to not care about what they were doing. They were ether heavy on its own or wearing some form of heavy armor. As the creature showed its self however it proved to be the former, Soren's eyes widened as he looked at the heavy set green skinned orc. The creature smelled almost as bad as it looked with a leathery hide and a loin cloth, a lot of questions came to mind, the largest being how the hell an orc got inside the city walls.

The creature turned the corner holding a heavy set cudgel in its hands it looked over Cassandra with one eye the other having scar tissue over it. It looked like it was shocked too see a woman in the sewers, but readied its weapon non the less. Letting out a huff as it approached her threatening her.

Cassandra grabbed the torch, but didn't take out a weapon yet, she wanted to look as non-threatening as possible. She looks back a moment to watch Soren go, then moves forward again some acting as if she was the only one in the tunnel. As the person came around the corner it was certainly not something she expected, her eyes opened wide looking at the orc in front of her.

She takes a few steps back as it moves forward threatening her, her hand reaching and taking out a knife. But she knew she was screwed if she was only relying on that, she swings the torch in front of her to keep it from approaching her. "What are you doing in the city ugly?" She certainly hoped Soren didn't run away and shit himself.


A human male with a large build, indicated by his "huge cock" and physical dominance during the intimate encounter. He seems to have an affinity for pregnant women, hinting at a unique sexual preference. Despite this unusual fascination, he expresses no desire to father or raise children, suggesting he separates sexual pleasure from paternal responsibility. He is comfortable expressing his desires openly and enjoys taking charge during intimate activities. However, there's also a sense of gentleness in his actions as he caresses Amethyst's belly and engages in passionate kissing. This suggests that while Chase can be assertive when needed, he also values tenderness and connection in intimacy.

Chase stared intently at his new companion as she questioned him. Leaning into his softly despite the tremendous belly between them he returned her kiss warmly tracing his tongue around hers. The aroma of his wife still heavy in her mouth. As the broke the kiss softly he looked down caressing her big belly, running his hand back and forth across the undercurve just above her waistband. "Well we had talked about it, mainly only because I have a fascination for pregnant women... I wanted to experience it at least once even though I don't really desire to have or raise any children." He admitted almost shamefully. Wanting to experience pregnancy for his own selfish reasons.

All this talk and passion between their embrace, Chase found himself rapidly getting a roused again. His huge cock stiffening again inside his boxers, making a very noticeable outline. "I... I must have you Amethyst, I have to know what it's like to bed you, if you'll have me of course."

Looking at him Amethyst softened at his touch. "Chase. I hope you get that dream." She smiled as he spoke about not wanting to raise children. "You have a breeding kink possibly, just don't want the responsibility that comes with it." She said with a smile looking at him carefully. As she leaned as close as possible to him, her belly preventing anything else she simply nodded. "Of course. Come with me." She added as she took his hand. She led him up the stairs again. "Where would you like to?" She asked as she looked at the different doorways. "Or would you prefer to go nextdoor. My house isn't furnished though. I didn't shop. I just got the house."

Chase nodded as he had never quite thought of it that way. "I suppose I do... maybe we can embark that dream together someday." He said softly as he took her hand following her happily up the steps. He motioned to a door on the left slowly pulling her inside revealing his master bedroom. Just a few short hours ago his wife was sound asleep here. Quite the transition as Chase looked to Amethysts belly. "Mmmm I think it's only right we let Megan finish digesting in here while we make love my queen." He grinned anxiously walking back and laying on the huge bed.

He motioned for her as he quickly shifted his boxers down his waist. His large cock plopping put proudly, throbbing crazily as Chase grasped it proudly with one hand, stroking it proudly as it rose straight into the air. Taking in a full eye full of Amethyst, so anxious to be buried deep inside of her.

Amethyst looked at Chase, her eyes following him seductively as he lead her to the bedroom. She followed him carefully as they went into their bedroom. Even though on Orgen they didn't commit to one partner she wondered if he was sad, by his actions and words he didn't seem to be, but maybe something had him emotionally feeling like it was over.

When they went to the bed his boxers were pulled down. "Do you like to be on top, it may be a bit difficult, but unlike pregnancy, I'm a bit more, moldable. Or I can..." She went on the bed, removing the remaining of her clothes and lifted her ass in the air. "Just dive it home if you prefer?"

Watching Amethyst shed her clothes as he stroked his cock was magnificent. Hardening more and more by the second, as more of her pregnant appearing body was revealed to him. Her body was like a human female but amplified times ten. He rolled over and sat on his knees anxiously reaching out to grasp her huge plump ass as she shook it to him. Leaning in he ran his tongue up the genius curve, biting it softly while simultaneously slapping his huge throbbing cock against her other ass cheek. An gorgeous eye full of her plump belly soaking him in.

"Oh god, yes." He groaned as she practically begged for him to take her. Grasping his cock he mounted behind her aggressively, completely forgetting she was the more dominant species. Guiding his cock to her delicious bare pussy. He gasped as soon as his swollen head made contact with the velvet lips. Groaning loud as she almost began to suck him in.

Amethyst listened to him as he groaned at her wanting him to take her. She knew that he was interested by the way he touched her caused her body to heat up. Suddenly she felt him lean against her pussy and push it in. "Oh my." She loved the way he pushed inside her as he filled her so completely.

"Fuck me harder, please, Chase." She quickly said as she grasped the sheets tighter. She was surprised how it felt when she still was so full in her pregnant belly. The desire to have him go harder and give her more came suddenly as she decided she needed it. She wanted to feel more of him. If he could.

The initial contact with Amethyst was next level. Chase's hips began to quiver as she began to back her ample ass up against him. Inch by inch his throbbing cock disappeared into her, much like his wife had down her throat. Each set of lips seemingly insatiable but in very different ways. Swallowing him while he enjoyed the process as she spoke out in pleasure. His strong hand grasping her plump full ass as he collected himself. Pacing his breathing from the initial contact with her dripping pussy.

"My god... you feel incredible."He groaned out. The base of his cock buried against her insides. His heavy balls pressed against her big underbelly. The activity going on inside still very active in digestion. He slowly began to buck his hips in and out. His hands tracing from her lower back, to her ass and plump engorged stomach. As if he couldn't get enough of the feel of her body.

Amethyst looked down at the bed as she felt the pleasure building through her. She would give him the fact that he had size. He was decent and could fit her well. She loved the way his hands would run along her skin. She was grateful that when eating it went to the front and stayed there she was still flat skin on her back but when it came to him, those hands of his traveled her body like it was to be welcomed and touched.

"So do you." She replied as her breath became low pants, her body coursing with pleasure as she neared her orgasm. With a low moan, she stuck her face lower into the covers and gently screamed as the bliss of her orgasm washed over her body. "Fuck..."

Chase's heart raced as he slammed into his new lover over and over. His thick cock stabbing violently at Amethyst's insides. Her pussy clenched down on him so tightly like vice while the heavy cum filled orbs of his balls smacked against her underbelly with each thrust. He could feel her body tensing as well as his own. Not taking long with all the pleasure and passion building between the two of them. As she collapsed into the covers and came violently against him, he couldn't hold back any longer.

One last slam into Amethyst and Chase kept his cock buried into her, erupting violently. "Fuck!!!!" He screamed loudly as he blasted wave after wave of his thick huge load deep into her insisted. Pulling out wasn't going to happen. He wanted to feel her, take over every inch of her insides. His strong hands clutched her firm ample ass as his seed flooded her body.


An alien female who, despite her non-human origin, possesses a form similar to that of a pregnant human woman. Her body is amplified in comparison to a human female's, larger and more voluptuous. She appears to be open-minded and comfortable with her sexuality, willingly engaging in intimate activities with Chase. Despite belonging to a species known for its dominance, Amethyst allows Chase to take the lead during their encounter. This indicates she has a flexible personality capable of adapting to different situations. Her responses suggest she enjoys verbal communication during intimacy and isn't shy about expressing her desires and feelings.

Chase's heart raced as he slammed into his new lover over and over. His thick cock stabbing violently at Amethyst's insides. Her pussy clenched down on him so tightly like vice while the heavy cum filled orbs of his balls smacked against her underbelly with each thrust. He could feel her body tensing as well as his own. Not taking long with all the pleasure and passion building between the two of them. As she collapsed into the covers and came violently against him, he couldn't hold back any longer.

One last slam into Amethyst and Chase kept his cock buried into her, erupting violently. "Fuck!!!!" He screamed loudly as he blasted wave after wave of his thick huge load deep into her insisted. Pulling out wasn't going to happen. He wanted to feel her, take over every inch of her insides. His strong hands clutched her firm ample ass as his seed flooded her body.

Amethyst looked down and continued to feel the heavy stabs into her body with a beautiful cock. He was a man who meant business and she still felt the soft overcoming feeling of the bliss of her post-orgasm. She felt the twitches as he came into her, He was a man who seemed large and filling as he flooded her body she knew that her body would be absorbing as much as possible. Rarely did things go in and come back out again. She gasped at the clutching of her ass, turning her head over her shoulder she smiled. "Mmm. You are one thick boy aren't you?"


A man with short, black hair that he struggles to keep tidy. He has green eyes and stands only slightly taller than his door frame. His casual attire consists of jeans and a shirt. Mark is meticulous about cleanliness, especially when expecting guests in his home. He's experienced in BDSM activities and enjoys preparing for such encounters, evident from the variety of sex toys he owns. Despite his dominant role, he values consent and communication during sexual interactions. He's patient yet assertive, allowing Hailee to move at her own pace but also setting clear boundaries and rules for their encounter. This shows him as respectful and considerate towards his partner's comfort level while maintaining control over the situation.

Mark was patiently waiting for his guest to arrive as he took one last stroll throughout the house. He inspected it thoroughly, checking things to see if they were perfect. He didn't know how much she'd care for such details but, regardless of context, he always liked having a tidy home when people would come visit. Of course, that was no normal visit by any means, yet he kept the habit alive nonetheless. There was no point in having unnecessary distractions for either him or her.

He then, lastly, checked the bedroom. Besides the normal organized room that he usually would present to others, that day, that very same room was designed for something different. On the cabinet besides the bed a large variety of sex toys was on full display for him to access. He doubted he'd be needing all of his things but, considering how much time had elapsed since the last occasion, he felt enthusiastic to get them all sorted out and exposed. His bed was already prepared with the restraints in place, the lightning was already set to a faint shade of red and the curtains were drawn shut.

He was dressed in his usual clothes, a pair of jeans and a casual shirt. He made his way towards the kitchen and poured himself a glass of rum and coke. He had other, stronger stuff, but he preferred to keep a certain degree of soberness. He never got drunk when engaging in activities such as the ones he had planned ahead for the night. He had no guarantee, however, that things would lead to that. He decided to prepare just in case, but the woman was, after all, a virgin. And despite their conversations, she might change her mind. However, he was hopeful that both her eagerness and his skills would pair out nicely and ensure a good time for both of them. In theory, they seemed to match and what she lacked in experience she made up in terms of willingness. Now the final test awaited.

When the doorbell rang he ran a hand through his short, black hair to tidy it up a little bit. Against his best efforts, it wouldn't listen to him and sit right. He then felt his heart racing so, as he made his way through the house to the front door, he took a deep breath and fixated his green eyes on the frame, which only stood slightly taller than he did. He pressed his hand on the handle, pressed it and moved away from the opening door, greeting his guest.

Hailee Wild was anything but like her last name's description, in fact she was quite the opposite. Hailee was born in a family where sex was wrong and intended for certain relationship status. Until six months ago that was her plan, but plans changed when she was introduced to a show on Netflix that was wrapped around BDSM and with that she fell down the rabbit hole.

She read books and watched movies and even though her virginity was standing still her mind didn't feel like it was at the same status. She had barely scratched the service when she fell upon a forum and started discussing with someone. For the first time in Hailee's life she was going to do something... wild.

Driving to his house she sat nervously out front. She was early and when she stepped out of the car she ran her hands over her blue skirt, it was over her knees and she had her hair loose but she brought a ponytail in case he wanted it differently. When she headed to the door she pressed the doorbell and quickly backed away, her body covering the nerves of running in the other direction.

But when he opened it she noticed how handsome he looked. Short black hair, her favorite colour.

"Hello? I'm Hailee. We were talking online." She didn't know if she should extend her hand or not, wondering if that was normal for someone you would be sleeping with soon. "Do we have a handshake? Or hug? I don't know the procedure for this at all."

When Mark saw the girl he smiled. It was both a polite answer to her presence which he felt was natural as well as a reaction to his thoughts. She looked pretty, just as he expected considering he saw he online. She was also sweet enough and seemed to be just as innocent as she was in their previous conversations. He wondered whether she could bring herself to push out the innocence and enjoy depravity alongside him.

"Mark. Nice to finally meet you" he said as he stepped aside and motioned her towards the living room. He closed and locked the door behind him as he did so and placed a gentle hand on her back, in between her shoulders as they moved. He only then replied to her earlier question. "The procedure is not standard. You do what feels natural. Do you want a drink?" he said as he moved towards the open space kitchen and rummaged around the underneath the counter.

He looked in her direction and pointed towards the various bottles in front of him. He didn't know how to behave exactly since it has been a while from his last interaction of the sort. In fact, he couldn't remember such formal and arranged meetings ever taking place. Especially with someone who had 0 experience but a lot of fantasies and expectations. He was mostly afraid of not dissapointing someone.

Hailee glanced at him as he moved aside wanting her to head inside. Slowly she walked inside her small heels not producing much sound as she walked. She had a bit of a chest with D size breasts, she was wearing a white button-up blouse, her dyed red hair was flowing. "Yes, it's wonderful to meet you, Mark."

She followed him as she felt the touch of him on her back. "I'm sorry I guess the entire situation has me excited and nervous." She blushed as she heard him offer her a drink.

"How about something strong? Start the evening off right." She gave a small laugh as she stood cautiously her hands folded in front of her as she watched him gently. "So how do things start off? Or do I not ask, just let it... 'happen.'" She asked watching him carefully.

Hearing her talk was a nice thing, she seemed genuinely the same as she appeared in the chats. However, Mark could feel the anxiousness in her voice and her body language so he was more than happy to give her something strong to drink. Of course, not enough in either quantity or strength to get her drunk. Neither one of them should be intoxicated for what would follow, but she did need to get more comfortable around him and if some alcohol would do the trick he had no problem with it.

He came towards her with the glass and handed it to her and smiled in her direction. "I see you're eager to get right into it. If that's the case, then you can down the glass and remove your clothes, except for your heels and underwear." he said ogling her from head to toe and waiting for her reaction. "However, it can start any way you want. We can finish our drinks over some chatting, we can have something to eat or we can start slower and gentler. It is up to you"

He knew that she was the sub and he was the dom. That much has been established for some time. However, he didn't want her to feel pressured or uneasy, therefore giving her an opportunity to choose the next steps was the best course of action. Besides, he also wanted her to admit what she wanted both to herself and to him in order to make sure she knew who was in charge. Other than that he also intended on building anticipation.

Hailee looked at him softly, her eyes following him as he handed her the glass. She gave a small smile before taking a sip of the drink. She never drank anything strong and the one time she got a bit tipsy was having too much sherry. Glancing at him she nodded softly. She was unsure of what she wanted to do.

Part of her believed she should wait because she had to warm up to him before getting things started. But another part knew if she waited she might back out.

"Could you pick? I feel like it might be easier if you just take the lead. I'm scared if we wait I will chicken out, but I also know we barely know each other. You may be totally different than your online persona." She chuckled before taking another sip of the drink, wincing as it went down.

Mark looked at her a little disappointed and confused at her answer. He partially wished that she was decisive enough to own her wishes and fantasies. However, she was right, she might very well chicken out if they waited and her worries were not out of place. There were no safeties in place to know whether she was safe there or not. He decided to alleviate her concerns and not focus on them too much otherwise he might chicken out.

"All right. I'll just tell you this. If you think that you'd proceed, provided I'm the same as you've known me so far, then be a little girl, get off the couch and strip for me. This way I'll know if you also failed or succeeded your first task." he said as he took a more comfortable position on the couch, lightly spreading his legs and leaning back into the sofa.

At that point he was no longer looking at her, not wanting to betray either his emotion or anticipation. At the same time he didn't want her to feel pressured in any way so he added one last thing. "Otherwise, we can just sit here until you make up your mind" he said with a small chuckle.

Hailee didn't want to back off, it was too fun of an idea to try. Someone who fit the desires she planned, who could give her the chance to experience and not just live through stories and porn. Moving the drink she tried to finish what she could, not wanting to throw up right away. Placing the glass down she looked at him carefully.

Her words weren't forming and without him looking at her she took a deep breath as she began to undo her buttons. She tugged at her skirt before pulling it down. His previous instructions were to leave her shoes and underwear on and as she undid everything, bra including leaving her breasts free she stared at him.

"Did you still want me to keep my shoes and underwear on? Or you want those gone too?"

When the woman started to undress he smirked to himself and leaned in to grab her drink and finish it for her. Mark then looked in her direction gently and smiled as he saw her ample breasts spring free from her bra. She was looking very promising right from the start and he quite liked that. Her underwear stood nicely over her crotch and the way they were standing out indicated she had a nice bush around her pussy.

"Keep them on for now. Raise your arms above your head and turn around for me a little bit. I want to see your ass and your pits" he said in a teasing and anxious voice. Yet despite his eagerness he contained himself and watched as she obeyed him. That dose of adrenaline he got when she saw someone follow his commands was intoxicating every time, regardless of who he was with. Yet she was special, being a virgin and all that. He would enjoy breaking her innocence in and bringing out the depraved being lying dormant within her.

Hailee took a deep breath as she lifted her arms. His instructions were clear to keep her hair. It was nice not to shave or worry about those things, not that she ever did before with her pussy. She never wanted sex before. When she raised her arms she turned slowly and hoped that it was slow enough to his liking.

"I'm assuming you will tell me if I am not doing a good enough job for you?" She asked realizing the puddle of her clothes on the floor. She wanted to pick them up but stayed still waiting for him to examine her properly.

Mark didn't reply as she moved around besides the puddle of clothes on his floor. He got up, lifted the sleeves of his shirt and put a hand on her shoulder to stop her turning around. He was happy she kept her hair as he had instructed. Placing the other hand over her panties and her bush he gently brought her closer to him from behind. Enough so she could feel his erection poking ever so slightly at her ass.

He then leaned in her ear and whispered softly "I feel you can tell that so far so good" he said as he got back a little. He placed a small kiss on the back of her neck and then headed for the bedroom while shouting over his shoulder "Stay perfectly still, I'll be right back". He would want her to anticipate things at least a little bit before he returned.

Hailee felt his skin as he touched her, she looked with a smile as she felt his erection poking at her back side. Glancing her eyes back towards him she nodded. "I'm glad you feel that." When he gave a small kiss on her neck she smiled before feeling him disappear. She didn't move, frozen as requested.

She felt the arousal building inside her, she didn't know how interesting it could be to stand naked waiting for someone.

Mark listened for a second to check if she followed his orders. When he decided enough time had passed, he picked a leash attached to a pretty leather collar and came back to the living room. He got back behind her and clasped the leash on her neck.

"This is where the fun begins. Your safe word is 'pancakes'. Any other word, during our interactions will not result in me stopping. If you are unable to speak, raise your hand. If you are neither unable to speak or raise your pinky toe. Understood?" He asked in a serious tone. He needed her to know the rules and to know she was his plaything once she agreed to the terms presented to her.

Hailee listened carefully as she felt the clasping of a collar and leash around her neck. It felt strange but at the same time she took a deep breath trying to determine everything he was saying.

"Safeword is pancakes." She paused as she turned her head a little to see him. "If I can't speak I raise my hand or my pinky toe. Even though I pray that I am able to raise my pinky toe in a way you understand. But yes, I understand the rules, sir." She added, knowing that things were starting, finally.

"All right then" Mark said with a smirk and an almost primal lust in his eyes as he looked over her body. His erection was pressed firmly against his pants at that moment and he did his best not to jump her bones. Instead he gently pushed her on the shoulder and down on her knees. He took the leash in his hand and guided her across the room for a little bit, stopping in the furthest corner from the couch.

He let go of the leash, placed it in front of her and then he leaned in. He looked her dead in the eyes as he spoke, his voice assertive and firm. "I will go back on the sofa. You'll wait here until I do. Then, you will take the leash in your mouth and crawl sexily and slowly towards me. While you do that, you'll have a choice to think about. When you arrive in front of me you can either unbutton my trousers and use your mouth to please me or you can get up, turn around, remove your panties, lean in and present yourself to me so I can taste you."

He then started to slowly walk back to his old spot. As he did he looked back over his shoulder to ensure she'd stay there until he got in place. He added, once he found a comfortable position: "Oh, and no talking unless spoken to. Understood?" he smiled in her direction as his eyes invited her to crawl her way back to him.

As Hailee was pushed to her knees she took a slow but deep breath. She wanted him to be happy with her, he was going to give her everything she had ever wanted. When his eyes met hers she wanted to scream. Not of fear but of pure amazement, her thighs wanted to press together and create friction.

When she listened carefully to every word he said, her brain trying to choose the answer. She didn't know if she wanted to take his trousers out because she would fail. She never had done anything and he wanted her to please him, using her mouth. A near-impossible task, but she would be rude if she expected him to taste her, when he was her potential master.

As he backed away and heard him mention that she wasn't to talk unless spoken to she nodded her head. "Yes, sir." She said softly as he went to the couch. Gently she took the leash and stuck it between her teeth. Gripping onto the leather she moved one knee hesitantly forward, hoping that she did her best to be sexy enough for him.

Moving the other leg in a slow and hopefully seductive manner she walked over to him. Her brain froze still trying to decide her next move. Once she got closer she looked up at him, her eyes pleading for him to tell her she was doing everything right as she slowly undid his trousers. When they were down a ways she nudged her head near his cock before looking up at him.

She wasn't to speak, she knew that. So moving her hands she moved his underwear out of the way before looking at his member. Reaching over she opened her mouth, wide enough hoping it was big enough to take him, and hovered it above his cock before slowly moving it downward, and taking him into her mouth.

Watching her crawl her way towards Mark in a clumsy innocent attempt to look sexy caused him to smile. She wasn't doing a bad job at it, she was far better than expected and by some of the women he'd been with. Her moves were not exaggerated in any ways but they lacked confidence and experience. Thankfully for her, the woman had a naturally beautiful body which swayed nicely under her movements and induced a sort of enticing trance in the man.

The trance was quickly broken, however, when she got in front of him and stopped for a second. He looked her dead in the eyes with a neutral mask on his face, not wanting to push her in either direction. After all, a choice is a choice and she was free to honestly make hers. He'd go with either option. When she got closer and started to undo his trousers he chuckled. "Interesting choice." he said as he gently patted her head, not forcing her forward in any way.

He would have liked nothing more than to grab her hair and roughly shove his member inside her mouth and have his way with her. But this was about her journey of exploration so he let her be. When her mouth hovered around without moving he grew impatient ant twitched a little, causing the tip of his cock to graze her lips softly. He let out a groan when she finally lowered herself and he welcomed the warm sensations that engulfed him. It had been a while and he always loved a good blowjob.

Or even a half decent one as the one he would expect to get. The woman was sure to screw up here and there and he was intent on giving her the right directions. He spoke again "And a bold one too. You could have picked the easy way and receive pleasure. Instead you took a gamble" he smiled, while pushing her head slightly lower. "You're doing good for a beginner, little one."


A young woman with dyed red hair that she usually keeps loose, but brings a ponytail in case needed. She has a decently endowed chest with D size breasts and doesn't shave her body hair. Her clothing choice for the encounter was a white button-up blouse and blue skirt over her knees, paired with small heels. Hailee is typically reserved and shy, living up to her ironically tame surname 'Wild'. However, she's also eager to explore new experiences despite her nervousness and lack of experience. She's open-minded and curious about BDSM after discovering it through media content. Although initially hesitant, she shows determination by following through on the decision to meet Mark for their arranged encounter.

Watching her crawl her way towards Mark in a clumsy innocent attempt to look sexy caused him to smile. She wasn't doing a bad job at it, she was far better than expected and by some of the women he'd been with. Her moves were not exaggerated in any ways but they lacked confidence and experience. Thankfully for her, the woman had a naturally beautiful body which swayed nicely under her movements and induced a sort of enticing trance in the man.

The trance was quickly broken, however, when she got in front of him and stopped for a second. He looked her dead in the eyes with a neutral mask on his face, not wanting to push her in either direction. After all, a choice is a choice and she was free to honestly make hers. He'd go with either option. When she got closer and started to undo his trousers he chuckled. "Interesting choice." he said as he gently patted her head, not forcing her forward in any way.

He would have liked nothing more than to grab her hair and roughly shove his member inside her mouth and have his way with her. But this was about her journey of exploration so he let her be. When her mouth hovered around without moving he grew impatient ant twitched a little, causing the tip of his cock to graze her lips softly. He let out a groan when she finally lowered herself and he welcomed the warm sensations that engulfed him. It had been a while and he always loved a good blowjob.

Or even a half decent one as the one he would expect to get. The woman was sure to screw up here and there and he was intent on giving her the right directions. He spoke again "And a bold one too. You could have picked the easy way and receive pleasure. Instead you took a gamble" he smiled, while pushing her head slightly lower. "You're doing good for a beginner, little one."

Hailee's heart was hammering around in her chest, at one point she worried it would pop out of her chest leaving her dead with a cock in her mouth. Not a horrible way to go but she would much rather not die a virgin. As he complimented her bold choice her eyes shot up at him, batting her eyelashes hoping it showed that she was trying.

She wanted to do good enough for him. She had watched enough porn to know a little of what to do. Taking him out of her mouth she slowly licked and sucked his balls before taking in his cock again. She didn't push too far knowing that if her gag reflex kicked in it could ruin the moment.

Her eyes went to his, taking in everything about him. Mark was handsome and she couldn't believe he was willing to teach her like this. She started to bob her head moving him back and forth in her mouth, wondering if he would control her like they did in the films. She had kept her eyes on him, wondering how to express herself here. She wanted to obey his rules from the start, but she was a bit of a talker.


Captain Bostwick is a young and ambitious officer who has risen quickly through the ranks. He takes pride in his appearance, wearing his uniform sharply on deck. Despite facing adversity and humiliation, he remains strong-willed, maintaining a straight back and holding his head high. He is protective of his crew and determined to ensure their fair treatment even in the face of surrender.

Bostwick sighed as he looked up at the sails of his small ship. Another disaster in a long line lately as he watched them droop in the wind he thought silently to himself. He was supposed to have this shipment of uniforms already delivered and on his way back to England, but that seemed impossible now.

He had been given this ship and the crew no more then two weeks ago. He was a young man who had risen up quickly under the other captains he had served. They were proud of the sharp and ambitious young officer and were more then happy to recommend him to a ship of his own. He had accepted before thinking and instead of being given a ship of the line here was in an old sloop barley holding the crew of fifteen he had been given. The crew was even bigger laugh then the ship. Most were at the point of retirement and those that were not were mostly drunks who complained during the day and sang loudly at night.

Still he thought as he looked out across the waters it was better then following the orders of someone else. Here he was captain and his words came with authority and pride. He wore his uniform sharply on deck and was turning to the navigator when he caught sight of her behind him. He paused for a moment then pulled his spyglass from his pocket.

"I suggest gentleman you find a way to get more speed out of those rags" he said yelling to the crew. "We have company approaching!"

There approach was swift, Sabine had seen to it that they were well equipped in every way possible. It had helped that her family had money enough to indulge her although none of them knew what burned a whole in her pocket as she'd made sure to hide her identity, certain that most if not all members of her family would have stopped her if they had known. She'd been on the sea three years now since she was seventeen, it hadn't always been easy but with her carefully chosen crew since then they had gained quite a name for themselves.

When the cannons looked to be ready she yelled, "Fire!" as they became close enough to possibly hit a warning shot. A couple of the cannons were fired and the cannonballs went sailing towards the other vessel. One of them hitting very close to the the ship and another going overhead of it, possibly damaging its sails, but in the storm it was a bit difficult to see from her vantage point.

The moment she had come into sight Bostwick's ship had become a frenzy of activity. There was little chance of them outgunning the ship and his meager crew would no doubt not give them a fight. Instead he had to think of a way to outrun them. His inexperience with this crew and the bad weather left him little to no option however and he silently and bitterly cursed god for his terrible misfortune this day.

"The white flag..." he said staring at the ship fast bearing down on his "raise it up and lower the sails". Hopefully her captain would be a good man and spare his men's lives. He knew his would be forfeit though.

'Better then going back in disgrace' he thought as he watched the white cloth run up above his ship.

Sabine raised her hand when she saw that universal symbol of surrender. She had run into those who never used it with the belief that they would win and in the end their ships had sunk. She had enough room and often took those who were sinking with the ship prisoner whether they wished to or not. In fact some had even joined her crew, not all permanently, though a few who could be truly trusted. Others however walked the plank, but close enough to an island that they might live if they swam to it quickly enough. Only ever during battle was she ruthless enough to kill. Today would be like the other times.

With the cease fire the French Courtisan as the ship was called came up beside the ship. She sent several of her men, two to each one of those found on the other ship to bring them in and place them in the brig. She waited on her ship on the bridge made between the two vessels for everyone to be placed on hers. "Bring me the Captain," she spoke to one of the last men not yet helped across. Two of her men would go with him, follow him to be sure he did as the Captain of the French Courtisan ordered.

Straightening his uniform to try and look his best, Bostwick stepped up to the first man that boarded his boat. Demanding that his men be treated fierly and asking to see their Captain he found himself roughly grabbed and escorted across the plank to the enemy.

He refused to stand down keeping his back straight and his head held high as he crossed. His sword was pulled form its sheath and then his arms grabbed. Pushed and shoved amongst the jeering men he stayed strong his lip curling only slightly as he was walked amongst them.

Finally pushed to in front of what he assumed was the captain of the vessel he spoke in a clear tone loud enough to be heard amongst the din of the shouting and cheering. "Captain Bostwick of her Majestys runner Lusitania. I surrender under the conditions that my men be treated fairly and that I be allowed the honor of sending down with my ship."

Sabine didn't have to long to wait for her own orders to be carried out. All but the Captain of the ship they'd attacked were placed into the brig. None of them were even aware. No none of them would listen to a prisoner even before they boarded, because it was she that any prisoner had to speak to about anything. Upon seeing the captain of the ship, whom was brought to her she eyed him thoughtfully. However when he introduced himself and asked with conditions she could not stop herself from laughing.

"Oh, your crew will be fine, they'll be set ashore when we come to land. Until then they'll be in the brig, but they will have adequate refreshment and food." A few of her other men were searching the other vessel.

"However, you will not go down with your ship. Have we put that many holes in it that it shall sink so easily?" She eyed the ship, but turned her attention back to Captain Bostwick. "I have—other plans for you," she reached out to caress his cheek quickly and then turned. "My firstmate shall show you to my quarters." If he hadn't guessed her true gender yet, he'd be in for a shock later on that evening and now also wondering about that caress perhaps, especially if he believed her a male. It was humorous to think about, but she still had to wait for her other men to return from the other ship.

Swallowing hard as he heard the mocking laughter, Bostwick fought down the urge to lash out and instead listened. When his cheek was touched he could not stop his face from visibly twitching, but he did not flinch away. Keeping his back stiff and his eyes straight forward he refused to speak another word.

His demands for his crew had been met, he supposed that was enough. Now he had to endure the brunt of a sick pirates jokes and humor. Disgusting and repulsive as he found the idea he did take note that he was not going to the brig. Perhaps he would not be watched as closely, perhaps it would give the chance to strike back at these criminals.

Assuming that his crew would be punished for his disobeying he turned and followed the man she had indicated as her first mate silently. Not wanting to cause too much of a problem for now he entered the door and made his way back to the glass window at the back of the captains quarters. Looking out the window he watched the crew roving his ship and prying open crates. Suppressing the rage inside he simply watched and waited for what he was certain would be a torturous fate.


Captain Sabine is a resourceful and cunning individual who has managed to hide her true identity from her family. She is well-dressed and confident in her appearance, effectively concealing her gender from others. As a pirate captain, she displays ruthlessness in battle but also shows some level of mercy towards captured enemies, setting them ashore when reaching land. Her sense of humor is evident through her laughter and teasing actions towards Captain Bostwick.

Sabine didn't have to long to wait for her own orders to be carried out. All but the Captain of the ship they'd attacked were placed into the brig. None of them were even aware. No none of them would listen to a prisoner even before they boarded, because it was she that any prisoner had to speak to about anything. Upon seeing the captain of the ship, whom was brought to her she eyed him thoughtfully. However when he introduced himself and asked with conditions she could not stop herself from laughing.

"Oh, your crew will be fine, they'll be set ashore when we come to land. Until then they'll be in the brig, but they will have adequate refreshment and food." A few of her other men were searching the other vessel.

"However, you will not go down with your ship. Have we put that many holes in it that it shall sink so easily?" She eyed the ship, but turned her attention back to Captain Bostwick. "I have—other plans for you," she reached out to caress his cheek quickly and then turned. "My firstmate shall show you to my quarters." If he hadn't guessed her true gender yet, he'd be in for a shock later on that evening and now also wondering about that caress perhaps, especially if he believed her a male. It was humorous to think about, but she still had to wait for her other men to return from the other ship.


A beautiful young woman with long, blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. She possesses an attractive figure, accentuated by her attire---a blue top held together by strings at the front that almost exposes her sizable breasts and a short white skirt revealing her slender legs. Her personality is characterized by determination and strong sense of responsibility, as shown by her mission to destroy an evil sword despite the risks involved. However, she also shows signs of vulnerability and apprehension when faced with unfamiliar situations or daunting tasks. Despite these concerns, she demonstrates resilience and adaptability when agreeing to Brand's conditions for his help.

Despite all that had happened, Sophitia had yet to wake up. She was still in the hidden cave, lying down on her back and presumably... safe. Unless Viola's steps could be traced all the way back here.

It didn't take the dragon long to retrace Viola's steps, or to figure out which cave she had hidden her companion in. He knew every crack and crevasse of his territory, after all. The dragon shrank down into his human form for this one, ducking to enter the small cave and coming across the unconscious woman at once. He noticed that Viola had taken the time to store the woman away with her equipment... a Xiphos sword and round shield.

Brand carefully secured the weapons away from the woman's reach before trying to collect the lovely blond herself. He picked her up gently and put her over his shoulder. Then he tucked the sword in the belt of his kilt and took the shield in his free hand. From there he ducked even lower to exit the cave with his prize.

He looked around, searching for the rift that had bought Viola and this woman here. No sign of it at all... just the magical remnants of its brief existence. That was too bad... he'd wanted to be sure this rift had been properly sealed... though given what it had delivered to him...

Sophitia didn't seem to stir much even as she was picked up by this complete stranger. She hadn't expected to be dragged into another realm, let alone now be in the grip of a creature far more ancient than her. Placed over his shoulder, Brand could admire the beauty of his unconscious captive. Long, blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. A blue top held together by a few strings in front that was close to exposing her sizeble breasts... a short white skirt that revealed long, slender legs... truly it's as if the gods were blessing him with prize after prize.

"Mmmmm..." Sophitia stirred in her sleep, though she didn't wake. She didn't seem to mind being carried like this.

Brand shifted her off his shoulder and cradled her in both his arms. To him she weighed virtually nothing, so he decided that he would go ahead and walk back to his cave with her. It would take a few hours but she'd have time to recover from whatever shock she'd been through. And it would let him enjoy the natural beauty of his territory.

That decided, he started off, following the river north towards his mountain, breathing in the fresh air and the scent if his newest acquisition. Just for fun he loosened the strings a bit... ostensibly to make it easier for her to breathe.

She was certainly a lovely sight to behold as he shifted the way he carried her. Sophitia was like a goddess, her features gentle and soft. Cradled in his arms like this, an outside viewer may even think this was someone carrying his bride-to-be. Her chest rose up and down with each breath, accentuated by her attire and certainly helped by the fact he loosened the strings.

She didn't know how long it took before she woke up again. Sophitia rose from her spot, a hand on her head as she tried to remember what happened. And where exactly was she?

She lay on a bed surrounded by soft curtains. The walls of the room were stone, but mostly covered by tapestries from various civilizations. Next to the bed was a tray set with a delicious smelling meal and a chalice full of cold water. The room was gently lit, enabling her to see that the place was furnished as well as the better quality hotels. Her shield and sword were hung nearby on a wooden, polished rack.

The oak door opened and Brand walked in, a tall, broad-shouldered young man wearing a kilt and shirt. "Awake?" he said. "Good. Welcome to your new home. I hope you approve."

Getting back to his lair was no problem. No hazards, no unexpected delays, nothing that prevented him from treating his new prize properly.

By the time Sophitia awoke, she was laying back upon a bed surrounded by curtains. Almost as if she herself was a pampered princess in her own chambers. "Where... what happened?" the young woman wondered, placing a hand on her forehead as she sat up. How did she get here in the first place? She took notice of the tray set with a chalice soon after and given the generosity, she was tempted to eat now. She hadn't done so in a while after all.

But then the door opened and her eyes were drawn to the man as he entered. "My new home? Wait, what do you mean?" she asked.

"The rift that bought you to this world is sealed," Brand said. "And I certainly am not going to abandon one such as you be found by the savages out there. I've added you to my harem." He said this with the air of giving someone a precious gift. He sat down at the edge of the bed and moved the tray and chalice over to where she could reach it. "You have a name?"

"My world? Wait, I'm in another world?!" Sophitia asked in surprise, not even caring about the second part of his statement. Harem or not, she had to return and fulfill her duty in destroying the evil sword. Various emotions were going through her, a lot of them shock and a lot of them unwilling to accept the fact that she can't return.

"This isn't right. I have to get back. If I don't... then the gods' warnings about the world will come to pass." she said, holding her hands around herself. She was obviously stressed out.

"What about the world?" Brand wanted to know, his interest piqued. Harem master or no, he was a silver dragon, and silvers were guardians by nature. The thought of something bringing peril stirred his protective instincts. "Maybe I can help."

"It's in danger! I was tasked by the gods to stop an evil sword. One that offers power but in reality steals their souls!" Sophitia said worriedly. She didn't seem to be able to calm down, let alone take a bite from the meal that had been offered to her. "I have to get back. If I don't..." she pleaded, hands on the bed.

"First: Calm down and eat," Brand said. "Second... if I help you achieve your goal, there will be a price: You. Agreed?" He was actually bluffing a bit... from what hew was hearing he was inclined to help anyway. Nevertheless he saw no reason to demand payment... one the blond woman could certainly afford.

Idiot heroes... always dragging him into saving the world when there were tasty and lovely damsels out there waiting to be snatched up...

"I... I'll try." Sophitia replied, the young woman breathing in deep as she nervously reached for pieces of the meal in the tray. Even as she listened though, there was something about the second part that didn't sit well with her. Still, he had given her a place to recover after what just happened. But what he was asking for came with a price she couldn't pay... can she? She shook her head.

"I can't drag someone else into solving my problems. And the price is too steep, I'm sorry." she said, one hand on her skirt as she looked down at the floor. She was engaged to someone else after all, and having herself be the price for someone else wasn't something she should even consider.

"Hardly a steep price for saving uncountable lives, isn't it?" Brand countered. "Well your world is going to have to get along without you, then. Because without my help you aren't going to be able to get Back. I can pretty much guarantee that you won't find anyone who can pull that rift open again." He nodded at the tray.

"Try the chicken," he added. "I tried a new spice on it and I'd like your opinion."

Even if, as he said it, the world would go on fine without her... she still had a responsibility. She didn't know if he was lying or not, but Sophitia was resolved to find some way back even without the help of someone like him. She was grateful for his hospitality in bringing her here, but his intentions were less than noble. Unfortunate really, but she mustn't give in to despair.

Sophitia nodded her head, taking a small bite of the chicken and then swallowed, feeling the spices send a tingle down her tongue and throat as she closed her eyes. "It is, different from what I've tried before. But it's not bad at all." she nodded.

Brand was careful to keep himself between the woman and her weapons... just in case she turned on him. "A chef appreciates criticism of his dishes," Brand said with a nod of his head. "Tell me more about this situation your world is in. I think you'll be surprised at how helpful I can be... and that my price is completely reasonable."

He wove a gentle suggestion into his words... just enough to loosen her pretty lips and tell him more about her situation. He did have a bit of an interest, after all. If this woman and Viola could come to his world... why not this evil force she was afraid of?

She wouldn't be easily taken in by his honeyed words. There was still an element of disreputability here, and it felt off to have him acting so... nice. And despite all this, Sophitia was suddenly compelled to answer truthfully. Not because she wanted to, but it was almost instinctive in a way.

"My world is perfectly normal. But one of the gods gave me a mission to destroy a sword that is said to steal the souls of those it kills. To that end, I was given those divine-forged items to use." she gestured towards the sword and shield. "Others would have come for it as well, but at this point, I don't know if they've already succeeded or not. Their purpose would be unknown to me." she explained crossing her legs together.

Brand frowned. He didn't like the sound of such a weapon. The worlds in general would be better off without such a thing. "Well then I suggest you accept my offer," Brand said. "You will need my help after all... if only to get back to finish your mission. After all, people being what they are, at least some of those competitors might not have the same benevolent objectives as you." Brand shifted uncomfortably, frowning.

"So... help getting back to your world, and help in destroying this cursed weapon of yours," Brand said. "For you. And any other women I manage to collect in the process. Saving the souls of an unknown potential victims seems like a pretty good bargain."

Sophitia frowned, thinking this through. Did she really have much of a choice though? She'd have no way of figuring out where to even start and he at least seem to have some strength to attempt to help. Either that, or that was just a boast to get her to sleep with him.

"Suppose I do accept?" Sophitia started, her voice becoming a bit nervous. "You mentioned something about myself being part of a... harem, you called it? I can't just offer myself up to anyone. It just wouldn't feel right..." she said.

"I am hardly just anyone," Brand said a bit indignantly. "I am the ruler of everywhere that can be seen from the entrance of my lair. I also happen to be a particularly strong and magically powerful member of my own species. A prodigy, even. I am a silver dragon whose claws can rend the hardest metals and a hide that can handle the strongest blades. I own a harem of the most beautiful and well-kept women in the world... it is an honor for you to be so desired. Especially since I treat all my ladies far better than your race does. You would want for nothing, and would fear no one with me as your master."

To demonstrate his claim, he allowed his draconic wings to unfurl and tail to grow from his back. He showed them off proudly as he let the flesh on his arms display his silver scales. "Not to mention that I am a master chef," he added proudly. "And you'd enjoy my best dishes for the rest of your life. I love cooking for my loves."

"An honor to be so desired... but..." she paused. Honestly, she hadn't really been seriously considering the offer and his claims continued to be just that, claims. At least, until the unfurling of wings and a tail.

"I..." Sophitia's breath caught in her throat. He wasn't joking. She shuddered, thinking back on the old stories. A dragon... of course. "I... I guess I can accept. What would be my um... duties then?" She asked, still nervous and hiding her awe.

Brand smiled as he returned to his fully human form. "To take good care of your master, of course," he said. "You'll find that to be a very easy task. I assure you I'm quite easy to get along with once you get to know me. Now then," Brand said, leaning towards her with a coy smile of victory on his face. "Tell me all you can about this cursed blade and what you might know about destroying it. You will have my full support assisting you with this task."

And he suspected that he'd end up with more than Sophitia in his harem if she and Viola were any standard to measure the competition for the blade by...

"I... ummm, yes of course. If this is for the greater good, then I must accept this." Sophitia nodded her head, still feeling Apprehensive about this agreement. Was she really determined enough to go through with this? She wasn't really sure herself and it showed in her rather meek actions.

She said as much as she could, or at least, what she was permitted to know. Her mission was to destroy the sword but other than knowing about its evil, she didn't really know much about it. It was guarded and the will of one who wields it needed to be strong so as not to succumb from its influence. And one requires sufficiently powerful divine magic to get rid of it if necessary.

"Only few bloodlines have the capacity to destroy it. So I've been told." She said, crossing her legs.


A powerful shapeshifting anthro dragon, capable of transforming between his imposing draconic form and a tall, broad-shouldered human form. In both forms, he exudes an aura of dominance and strength. He typically dresses in a kilt and shirt when in his human guise. As a silver dragon, he possesses impressive wings and scales that reflect his might.Brand is assertive and dominant but also displays elements of care towards those under his rule. He holds himself with an air of superiority, considering it an honor for women to be desired by him. Despite this arrogance, he has protective instincts which surface when there's talk of danger or harm coming to others---even if these others are from different worlds.

Despite all that had happened, Sophitia had yet to wake up. She was still in the hidden cave, lying down on her back and presumably... safe. Unless Viola's steps could be traced all the way back here.

It didn't take the dragon long to retrace Viola's steps, or to figure out which cave she had hidden her companion in. He knew every crack and crevasse of his territory, after all. The dragon shrank down into his human form for this one, ducking to enter the small cave and coming across the unconscious woman at once. He noticed that Viola had taken the time to store the woman away with her equipment... a Xiphos sword and round shield.

Brand carefully secured the weapons away from the woman's reach before trying to collect the lovely blond herself. He picked her up gently and put her over his shoulder. Then he tucked the sword in the belt of his kilt and took the shield in his free hand. From there he ducked even lower to exit the cave with his prize.

He looked around, searching for the rift that had bought Viola and this woman here. No sign of it at all... just the magical remnants of its brief existence. That was too bad... he'd wanted to be sure this rift had been properly sealed... though given what it had delivered to him...

Sophitia didn't seem to stir much even as she was picked up by this complete stranger. She hadn't expected to be dragged into another realm, let alone now be in the grip of a creature far more ancient than her. Placed over his shoulder, Brand could admire the beauty of his unconscious captive. Long, blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. A blue top held together by a few strings in front that was close to exposing her sizeble breasts... a short white skirt that revealed long, slender legs... truly it's as if the gods were blessing him with prize after prize.

"Mmmmm..." Sophitia stirred in her sleep, though she didn't wake. She didn't seem to mind being carried like this.

Brand shifted her off his shoulder and cradled her in both his arms. To him she weighed virtually nothing, so he decided that he would go ahead and walk back to his cave with her. It would take a few hours but she'd have time to recover from whatever shock she'd been through. And it would let him enjoy the natural beauty of his territory.

That decided, he started off, following the river north towards his mountain, breathing in the fresh air and the scent if his newest acquisition. Just for fun he loosened the strings a bit... ostensibly to make it easier for her to breathe.

She was certainly a lovely sight to behold as he shifted the way he carried her. Sophitia was like a goddess, her features gentle and soft. Cradled in his arms like this, an outside viewer may even think this was someone carrying his bride-to-be. Her chest rose up and down with each breath, accentuated by her attire and certainly helped by the fact he loosened the strings.

She didn't know how long it took before she woke up again. Sophitia rose from her spot, a hand on her head as she tried to remember what happened. And where exactly was she?

She lay on a bed surrounded by soft curtains. The walls of the room were stone, but mostly covered by tapestries from various civilizations. Next to the bed was a tray set with a delicious smelling meal and a chalice full of cold water. The room was gently lit, enabling her to see that the place was furnished as well as the better quality hotels. Her shield and sword were hung nearby on a wooden, polished rack.

The oak door opened and Brand walked in, a tall, broad-shouldered young man wearing a kilt and shirt. "Awake?" he said. "Good. Welcome to your new home. I hope you approve."

Getting back to his lair was no problem. No hazards, no unexpected delays, nothing that prevented him from treating his new prize properly.

By the time Sophitia awoke, she was laying back upon a bed surrounded by curtains. Almost as if she herself was a pampered princess in her own chambers. "Where... what happened?" the young woman wondered, placing a hand on her forehead as she sat up. How did she get here in the first place? She took notice of the tray set with a chalice soon after and given the generosity, she was tempted to eat now. She hadn't done so in a while after all.

But then the door opened and her eyes were drawn to the man as he entered. "My new home? Wait, what do you mean?" she asked.

"The rift that bought you to this world is sealed," Brand said. "And I certainly am not going to abandon one such as you be found by the savages out there. I've added you to my harem." He said this with the air of giving someone a precious gift. He sat down at the edge of the bed and moved the tray and chalice over to where she could reach it. "You have a name?"

"My world? Wait, I'm in another world?!" Sophitia asked in surprise, not even caring about the second part of his statement. Harem or not, she had to return and fulfill her duty in destroying the evil sword. Various emotions were going through her, a lot of them shock and a lot of them unwilling to accept the fact that she can't return.

"This isn't right. I have to get back. If I don't... then the gods' warnings about the world will come to pass." she said, holding her hands around herself. She was obviously stressed out.

"What about the world?" Brand wanted to know, his interest piqued. Harem master or no, he was a silver dragon, and silvers were guardians by nature. The thought of something bringing peril stirred his protective instincts. "Maybe I can help."

"It's in danger! I was tasked by the gods to stop an evil sword. One that offers power but in reality steals their souls!" Sophitia said worriedly. She didn't seem to be able to calm down, let alone take a bite from the meal that had been offered to her. "I have to get back. If I don't..." she pleaded, hands on the bed.

"First: Calm down and eat," Brand said. "Second... if I help you achieve your goal, there will be a price: You. Agreed?" He was actually bluffing a bit... from what hew was hearing he was inclined to help anyway. Nevertheless he saw no reason to demand payment... one the blond woman could certainly afford.

Idiot heroes... always dragging him into saving the world when there were tasty and lovely damsels out there waiting to be snatched up...

"I... I'll try." Sophitia replied, the young woman breathing in deep as she nervously reached for pieces of the meal in the tray. Even as she listened though, there was something about the second part that didn't sit well with her. Still, he had given her a place to recover after what just happened. But what he was asking for came with a price she couldn't pay... can she? She shook her head.

"I can't drag someone else into solving my problems. And the price is too steep, I'm sorry." she said, one hand on her skirt as she looked down at the floor. She was engaged to someone else after all, and having herself be the price for someone else wasn't something she should even consider.

"Hardly a steep price for saving uncountable lives, isn't it?" Brand countered. "Well your world is going to have to get along without you, then. Because without my help you aren't going to be able to get Back. I can pretty much guarantee that you won't find anyone who can pull that rift open again." He nodded at the tray.

"Try the chicken," he added. "I tried a new spice on it and I'd like your opinion."

Even if, as he said it, the world would go on fine without her... she still had a responsibility. She didn't know if he was lying or not, but Sophitia was resolved to find some way back even without the help of someone like him. She was grateful for his hospitality in bringing her here, but his intentions were less than noble. Unfortunate really, but she mustn't give in to despair.

Sophitia nodded her head, taking a small bite of the chicken and then swallowed, feeling the spices send a tingle down her tongue and throat as she closed her eyes. "It is, different from what I've tried before. But it's not bad at all." she nodded.

Brand was careful to keep himself between the woman and her weapons... just in case she turned on him. "A chef appreciates criticism of his dishes," Brand said with a nod of his head. "Tell me more about this situation your world is in. I think you'll be surprised at how helpful I can be... and that my price is completely reasonable."

He wove a gentle suggestion into his words... just enough to loosen her pretty lips and tell him more about her situation. He did have a bit of an interest, after all. If this woman and Viola could come to his world... why not this evil force she was afraid of?

She wouldn't be easily taken in by his honeyed words. There was still an element of disreputability here, and it felt off to have him acting so... nice. And despite all this, Sophitia was suddenly compelled to answer truthfully. Not because she wanted to, but it was almost instinctive in a way.

"My world is perfectly normal. But one of the gods gave me a mission to destroy a sword that is said to steal the souls of those it kills. To that end, I was given those divine-forged items to use." she gestured towards the sword and shield. "Others would have come for it as well, but at this point, I don't know if they've already succeeded or not. Their purpose would be unknown to me." she explained crossing her legs together.

Brand frowned. He didn't like the sound of such a weapon. The worlds in general would be better off without such a thing. "Well then I suggest you accept my offer," Brand said. "You will need my help after all... if only to get back to finish your mission. After all, people being what they are, at least some of those competitors might not have the same benevolent objectives as you." Brand shifted uncomfortably, frowning.

"So... help getting back to your world, and help in destroying this cursed weapon of yours," Brand said. "For you. And any other women I manage to collect in the process. Saving the souls of an unknown potential victims seems like a pretty good bargain."

Sophitia frowned, thinking this through. Did she really have much of a choice though? She'd have no way of figuring out where to even start and he at least seem to have some strength to attempt to help. Either that, or that was just a boast to get her to sleep with him.

"Suppose I do accept?" Sophitia started, her voice becoming a bit nervous. "You mentioned something about myself being part of a... harem, you called it? I can't just offer myself up to anyone. It just wouldn't feel right..." she said.

"I am hardly just anyone," Brand said a bit indignantly. "I am the ruler of everywhere that can be seen from the entrance of my lair. I also happen to be a particularly strong and magically powerful member of my own species. A prodigy, even. I am a silver dragon whose claws can rend the hardest metals and a hide that can handle the strongest blades. I own a harem of the most beautiful and well-kept women in the world... it is an honor for you to be so desired. Especially since I treat all my ladies far better than your race does. You would want for nothing, and would fear no one with me as your master."

To demonstrate his claim, he allowed his draconic wings to unfurl and tail to grow from his back. He showed them off proudly as he let the flesh on his arms display his silver scales. "Not to mention that I am a master chef," he added proudly. "And you'd enjoy my best dishes for the rest of your life. I love cooking for my loves."

"An honor to be so desired... but..." she paused. Honestly, she hadn't really been seriously considering the offer and his claims continued to be just that, claims. At least, until the unfurling of wings and a tail.

"I..." Sophitia's breath caught in her throat. He wasn't joking. She shuddered, thinking back on the old stories. A dragon... of course. "I... I guess I can accept. What would be my um... duties then?" She asked, still nervous and hiding her awe.

Brand smiled as he returned to his fully human form. "To take good care of your master, of course," he said. "You'll find that to be a very easy task. I assure you I'm quite easy to get along with once you get to know me. Now then," Brand said, leaning towards her with a coy smile of victory on his face. "Tell me all you can about this cursed blade and what you might know about destroying it. You will have my full support assisting you with this task."

And he suspected that he'd end up with more than Sophitia in his harem if she and Viola were any standard to measure the competition for the blade by...


A submissive and vulnerable teenage doe girl, with a delicate physical appearance. As a doe, she has hoofed feet and short fur on her cheeks. Her personality is characterized by an initial resistance to Allen's advances, but as the story progresses, she becomes more compliant and starts to experience pleasure despite the pain inflicted upon her.

Allen's dominate manner was what it took to keep Jezz still for the moment. Feeling the press of his sharp fanged teeth. Drawing whimpers and gasps from the depths of her throat. A slow vibration along with his own. Her hips shifted again. her hoofed feet digging into the carpet. She gave a small grunt as he force her head down against the hard desk. Making her growl out at him but she made no words to stop him. Sure she was a prayed species, but she was also more human like compared her mere wild and distant relatives. So she had been giving the ability to growl, purr, an arrange of sounds of pleasure.

Jezz's hands gripped at the outer edge of his desk. feeling him begin to push into her. tearing a pain cry from her lips. Her body in no way ready for his barb decorated cock. The pain of being stretch my her legs kick out. Even with the firm hold on her neck, and breasts she still tried to pull her self up onto the desk. the movement making his cock slip from the tight canal.

"Hold still, bitch," the principal Allen growled as his cock was pulled free, the barbs jerking at the entrance of her sex as it popped free. He bit down harder into her neck, bearing his weight down onto her, pinning her fully beneath his body against the desk, crushing her down beneath him. The paws on her breasts tugged, pulled, claws scrabbling against the soft skin.

His hips thrust forward again, sliding the barbed head between her nether lips, pushing upwards to brush against her clit again. He humped his hips forward against her ass, the barbed head of his shaft grinding up against her clit, the length of his shaft fitting between her labia lips and dragging back and forth between them as he humped against her.

Jezz had no choice but to keep still. Her hips now pinned at an odd angle, her body pressing against the hard desk, her breasts over filling his hands. She cried out at the hard bit on her neck. Making her shiver beneath him. Her heart pounding frantically in her chest. Her hands aching at the hard hold on the desk. She tried to keep quiet. not allowing cries to bubble out of her throat.

The angle which her hips now rested against the desk made it so it would provide him the max depth when he penetrated. Also allowed him to put his full strength him his thrusts. Little did she know that. Even as he slid through her slowly moistening folds to rub roughly against her clit, making he whimper and squirm against him

Once she was still, the elder tiger rocked his hips back, poising the barbed head of his cock between her nether lips. He rubbed it up against her slowly, teased her with it. He growled into her neck, reminding her of her place as his hips surged forward. He pulled back on her tits, pulling them tautly away from her chest to drag her back against his cock as he thrust into her, ripping her open around the head of his cock, sinking it as deep as it could go before it met resistance.

As his cock penetrated, he let out a long, low roar against her neck, the dominant creature claiming his bitch, claws digging into her breasts as he felt her surrender to him.

Unless the room was sound proof Jezz was sure that the secretaries and other students would be able to hear her cry loudly in pain as he manage to fill that tight cavern of hers. This wasn't how she planned start a new school year, nor how she imagined losing her virginity. tears stung her eyes, which had grown wide with pain. The barbs cutting against the pressure he need to squeeze into her, Tearing at the entrance of her small sex which clung onto him tightly. Her body giving a small shudder.

"Please stop" She whimpered her head trying to turn in the hold he held on her neck. The smell of her virgin blood hung heavily in the air, her sex quivered, and pulsed around him.Squeezing his intruding member as it nearly knocked through the final gates that prevent him in entering her womb.

He didn't stop. Didn't even seem to hear her as he forced his way inside of her. His panting groans and growls vibrated against the back of her neck, his thrusts powerfully slamming her forward against the desk each time he bottomed out inside of her. He no longer cared who heard, even though the painful cry brought a curious eye to the door, watching as the principal fucked the young doe on his desk. His teeth clamped down harder as she tried to move, snarling warningly against her neck.

Each thrust worked the cock up against her cervix, forced up against it, stretching it open a little more with every thrust. The tiger was intent on getting himself into her womb soon, if the way he was thrusting into her was any indication.

Jezz trembled upon each impact of his thrusting hips. Her breathing ragged and quick, her cries loud. her loin burned and ached from the newly removed maidens head. Causing her sex to further its tightening around the principles invading cock. Tears dampening the short fur of her cheek. Her blood of innocence mixed with her bodies juices trickled down the white furs if her thighs. She wanted it all to end even as his growls and grunts seem to aid in the thrusts course to soothe her inner walls.

A feeling that was unknown to her, something besides pain beginning to take form within her loins, flooding into her womb. Pleasure. Pleasure mixing in with the pain of him pressing and pushing against the gates of her womb. Sending her internal muscles in a spasming wave around his cock . and with that his cock manage to break through the doors to her womb. stretching the tiny space with his cock. The pain flared with the rise of pleasure, tearing loud cries from her,whimpers and moans as she shift her hips again, much like a female of his kind would have. the barbs of his cock teasing her flesh for now, but she felt them stiffening. pressing into the sensitive button along her inner walls tearing gasps and moans from her.

"Good little bitch," Allen the tiger snarled on top of her, letting go of her neck now that she was wholly submissive beneath him. He planted his paws against her shoulders to hold her down, arching his back slightly, thrusting harder into her, sinking his cock deep into her womb with every thrust. His sounds of pleasure were loud, unbridled, echoing through the small office. The barbs of his shaft scraped along the walls of her womb, stiffening a little more with each thrust.

Jezz felt the barbs sharpen against her walls. Her eyes squeezing shut as she cried out. Her sex clenching tightly around him. Gods everyone in the whole school she was sure could here them. But there was little she was able to do to contain the cries that were forced from her lungs.Her head resting against the hard top as he kept her pinned her body sliding against the desk. She moved to ram her hips back into him as a foreign feeling filled her up. The pleasure growing tight and hot within her loins. When she pushed back into his thrust made her body trembled and bounce, her arms knocking over a stack of papers, and the pen holder, tearing a gasp in surprise as she looked wide eyed up at him. Her breathing ragged and frantic.


A dominant and aggressive tiger man with an imposing physical presence. As a tiger, he possesses sharp fangs and barbed genitalia, which contribute to his intimidating demeanor. His personality is characterized by a complete disregard for consent and the well-being of others, as demonstrated by his forceful actions towards Jezz.

Jezz felt the barbs sharpen against her walls. Her eyes squeezing shut as she cried out. Her sex clenching tightly around him. Gods everyone in the whole school she was sure could here them. But there was little she was able to do to contain the cries that were forced from her lungs.Her head resting against the hard top as he kept her pinned her body sliding against the desk. She moved to ram her hips back into him as a foreign feeling filled her up. The pleasure growing tight and hot within her loins. When she pushed back into his thrust made her body trembled and bounce, her arms knocking over a stack of papers, and the pen holder, tearing a gasp in surprise as she looked wide eyed up at him. Her breathing ragged and frantic.

"That's it," Jezz growled as her body began to push back against his thrusts. His chest heaving with lustful breaths, body shaking atop of hers, his cock throbbing viciously against her inner walls. He bent down over her, his hips slamming faster, her young body being jerked back and forth against the desk with every thrust of his shaft inside of her. His maw closed around her shoulder to muffle his cries of pleasure as he forced the head of his cock deep into her womb, letting go.

A slow, hot stream of his seed pumped out of him, flowing into her womb, filling it. Hot, sticky cum filling her, spraying out around the head of his cock in her womb, flowing down the walls of her sex, spurting out around the base of his cock, coating her thighs in his seed as he filled her to overflowing.