A man of meticulous grooming habits, always ensuring his hair is neatly combed and his appearance is impeccable. His composed demeanor belies an underlying sadistic nature. He's patient, taking pleasure in slow, calculated control over others, particularly Velvet Cunt. Despite his cruel tendencies, he shows no rush in inflicting harm; instead he revels in the process of breaking down his captive gradually. A magic user himself, Argyrius also exhibits a level of creativity and craftsmanship as evidenced by the outfit he's designing for Velvet Cunt and the magical enhancements on her golden rings.

Argyrius did not answer her when she asked her questions since he did not think it was the right time to give her an answer. After all he was still undecided if he would give her an answer or not though she may guess when she finally saw him so he would at least wait until then. The fact that she obeyed him and opened her mouth showed that she was close to breaking since she did not resist but simply obeyed which was a very good sign. It was only a matter of time before she broke and would become his puppy girl but he was in no rush since he had no desire to truly harm her so he could take his time.

When he head her sob, he looked at her but he saw that her body sagged so he let her fall into sleep though he did clean her chin. Gently, he removed the ball gag since he did not think she could do anything even if she did wake up since she was confined not to mention the bondage helmet kept her in the dark so she could not see which meant it would be very hard to use any magic. After he set the ball gag on a nightstand next to the bed, he walked to the door and walked out it before closing it and locking it. Pressing a seal next to it, he active his wards which would keep an eye on her and would let him know when she awoke.

It has been a long day so he would get some rest himself though he did check in on a puppy girl outfit that he had been work on. It was of the finest cloth but even better it would expose those parts of her that he wanted while keeping her facial features obscured so no one would know who she was which would be important when he finally took her out in the town. Once he was satisfied with the costume, he headed to his bed chamber so he could get some rest while thinking of his next steps for his new puppy girl. Falling asleep, he slept a few hours before waking up and threw his robs back on before heading down stairs to check on Velvet Cunt.

The captive young woman didn't stir as he undid the ball gag in her mouth, letting out a soft, fearful murmur, her dreams likely muddled with fear and doubt. If she was having dreams at all, rather than exhaustion and fear just dragging her down into the inky depths of unconsciousness.

She awoke perhaps fifteen minutes before she heard the soft sound of the door opening, though she had little idea of her surroundings. She had the use of her fingers, and her mouth—thankfully—and she was able to use a handful of minor spells to probe the room she was in. Unfortunately for her, that information did her little. Her expertise was not in conjuring strong enough spells to break her bonds, or sundering the room she was in. It was enough for her to confirm what she already knew—that it was a fellow magic user that was holding her. That there were strong wards on this room. Strong, but basic enough that there was no clear signature of them so she could know who, exactly, had done this to her.

She tensed when he entered, whimpering softly, her pleading—soft and uncertain—to be released, for mercy—picked up again.

Argyrius paused briefly at a table so he could splash some cold water over his face before drying off with a large and soft towel. Quickly, he ran a comb through his hair before heading downstairs so he could check on his sex slave and puppy girl, Velvet Cunt. Already, he was thinking of what his next plans for her would be and soon his thoughts wondered to when he had her broken and marked with his tattoo along with rings for her nipples and clit. Shaking his head, he reached inside his robs to make sure that he had the box that he wanted and confirmed it was there which made him smile as he approached the door to her room.

Opening the door, he stepped inside and closed the door before pausing so he could admire her tight and firm ass. Slowly, he let his eyes move up to her head which was covered in a bondage helmet and then down her back and over her firm ass before taking in her silken folds and then her long legs. When he heard her whimpers and pleas, he shook his head as he stepped up to the bed and removed the box from his robe and opened the box. Inside lay three golden rings with small sapphires that glittered in the light while he slide his hand under her so he could gently roll her nipples and then down to grab and roll her clit to make sure they were hard.

Once they were nice and hard, he slipped the rings around her nipples and then her clit before saying a magical phrase. The rings shrunk a little until they fit her perfectly and would not slip off before starting to vibrate very slowly. Gently, he ran his finger nail over her clit and softly slapped it before caressing and stroking it while he started to massage her ass and then gave her a quick hard slap to her ass. "Now, now, no more pleas for mercy unless you wish me to spank your ass until it is a nice red and then I would take your pussy and then your ass. This is your new life and nothing will change that but I know you will enjoy being a puppy girl, Velvet Cunt."

Softly, he slapped her other ass check while his fingers continued to stroke her clit and then his other finger slipped between her ass cheeks to softly massage her anus. "So unless you wish to be punished, you will no longer plea for mercy but tell me how glad that you are to be my sex slave and puppy girl. I want to hear you tell me your name and what you are before opening your mouth for your ball gag, Velvet Cunt. I want to hear you beg me to put on your new permanent collar before I free you slightly so I can guide you to your hands and knees so I can take you to get bathed and then massaged before eating. Do you understand, Velvet Cunt?"

Yvette knew how exposed she was when the door opened—the view afforded by her compromised position, her rear and sex beneath his gaze. She tensed as he approached, and she heard—muffled through the hood—him doing something beside her. She groaned reluctantly as he slipped his hands beneath her, once more freely fondling her without her ability to do anything to stop. And, to her shame, feeling her body respond to his assault. She let out a gasp when the rings tightened onto her flesh, and her pleading died to a fearful whimper when he threatened to hurt her once more.

The girl groaned fearfully as he toyed with her rear, and she shook her head frantically when he told her she was to be punished, and then nodded obediently when he asked her if she understood, her terror obvious.

Argyrius noticed the way her body responded to his caresses which proved that she was aroused by what was happening to her. While these feelings were probably buried deep inside her, she couldn't hide the way her body responded to the bondage and the way he teased and caressed her sexy and sensual body. Gently, he watched her while she nodded but his hands did not stop moving but kept caressing and squeezing her tight ass. Softly, he ran his finger nails over the soft skin of her tight buttocks and then softly slapped them before he started to massage her ass with his fingers spread them apart and then squeezed them together.

After a short time, he moved his fingers to her inner thighs which he softly massaged before slipping his hand under her. Gently, he cupped her silken folds and started to massage and caress her soft petals which his fingers softly explored before moving to tug and then stroke her clit. Waving a hand, he uttered a word which stopped the rings from vibrating on her nipples and clit but they stayed there while he admired her once more though she had not said anything. "So tell me what your name is and what are you now? Do you look forward to wearing your permanent collar? Answer me and then I will free you though you will move to sit up on the bed so that I can place my collar around your neck and then a ball gag. Do you understand, Velvet Cunt?"


A young woman of captivating beauty, with a firm and tight body that Argyrius finds irresistible. She has long legs and a well-formed ass, which are often the focus of Argyrius's attention. Despite her current circumstances, she shows an admirable level of resilience and fearlessness in trying to understand her surroundings using minor spells. Her expertise in magic suggests intelligence and diligence in mastering her craft. However, she's also vulnerable; her soft murmurs and fearful whimpers reveal the terror she feels inside. Yet even under duress, there are hidden depths to her character as shown by how her body responds unconsciously to Argyrius's manipulations.

Yvette knew how exposed she was when the door opened—the view afforded by her compromised position, her rear and sex beneath his gaze. She tensed as he approached, and she heard—muffled through the hood—him doing something beside her. She groaned reluctantly as he slipped his hands beneath her, once more freely fondling her without her ability to do anything to stop. And, to her shame, feeling her body respond to his assault. She let out a gasp when the rings tightened onto her flesh, and her pleading died to a fearful whimper when he threatened to hurt her once more.

The girl groaned fearfully as he toyed with her rear, and she shook her head frantically when he told her she was to be punished, and then nodded obediently when he asked her if she understood, her terror obvious.


A small and physically fit curvy girl with short brown hair, 155 cm height and 52 kg weight. She exudes a sense of strength and determination, evident in her threatening glares and confident demeanor. While initially guarded and mistrustful of Dark, she gradually opens up and shows moments of vulnerability, suggesting a complex and multi-dimensional personality.

Lisa went first, following the servant from the main part of the arena to the bed rooms. A long hallway with many doors with locks and bars. She began to wonder if the security was truly needed. Yet, having her throat slit at night is the last thing she wanted... She followed the servant, her armor clanking loudly as they reached the very end of the hall. The door to the right was theirs. Inside, was two single beds and one large master bed. One bared window, a restroom, and a closet. The room was rather large with space, maybe if personal training was needed. The servant bowed and asked if they needed anything. She shook her head no and the servant made his way to the door. Before he left he looked up at Dark. "Dinner will be made in an hour, the first rounds start soon after." he said weakly.

Lisa looked at the large bed. She wanted to relax just a little before fighting, but her armor stopped her from sitting down without issue. So she went to take it off. Though, the problem was it took another person to help put this large armor on and off. When the servant closed the door and left, locking it also, she looked at Dark, a bit frustrated at what she was about to ask. "Could you help me with this? I just need you to loosen the bolts in the back." she said.

Dark sighed as he entered the dungeons. He wasn't a fan of the place, too cold, too impersonal, but safe, he had to give it that. He turned to the room, wandering around a few times before putting his weapons down on the ground against a wall, putting his hands behind his head and relaxing whilst walking. "More then enough room" he spoke, nodding as he flicking his hands again. "Could use a bit more mana though"

He stopped, extinguishing the flames and turning to his heavily armored partner, smiling and shaking his head as she tried to get out of her armor. "This is why you learn to use lighter armor" he spoke, walking over to her, trying to hide his blush. "easier to remove alone, like mine"

He stood behind the woman, his hands going to her back and checking over the bolts. "Let's see... one here... and here" he undid the bolts as he said the words, nodding as he worked his way down, kneeling at the end of the trail. "And the last one... that should do it" He looked up, smiling. "You OK taking the rest off or do you need more of a hand?"

Lisa smiled slightly, not allowing him to see. "No that is all I need. Thank you." she said, being that's really the nicest she really have been.

She stretched her arms out, and the armor, now unbolted, came open from the back, and she stepped out of it like she was in a clay model of herself. She felt instant relief, her body in the tight heavy suit was no issue to her but it felt nice to get rid of that extra tension. She stretched, lifting her hands up in the air then going down to touch her toes. Without her armor on, she wore nothing more but a bra and panties, simple black colored underwear. Never once did she wonder what Dark would be wondering, so she continued to have her self touch her toes, her ass and all perked up in the air at the moment. She was done, and turned to Dark with a raised brow, and a warning glance as she was openly okay with this. She sat down on the large bed and looked at him up and down.

"So... We will be fighting together... Um... Should we get to know one another before then? Mostly because I don't trust you." she said openly.

Dark couldn't believe his eyes when the woman stepped out of her armor. this beauty stepping out from her armor was almost like seeing a fairy tale princess raising out of her casket after an age of sleep. He couldn't help but stare at her as she stretched off, admiring the look of the beautiful and fit woman.

He cracked his neck, trying to avoid think of the fact that he was getting turned on by the sight, and raised an eyebrow. "Might be wise to get to know one another, at least to know that we've got each other's back when it comes down to it" he nodded a few times, taking his armor off, leaving his leather on. "As a matter of fact... considering we could die in about an hour... and not to mention it could be our last night alive... I can think of one thing to help but... well"

Lisa raised a brow at Dark. Contemplating what he means, she shrugged, unknowing. She looked around, the two simple beds, and the one large one, then her stiff armor in the center of the room, which really did not bother anything sense the room was nothing more than just that. No clothing stations, no small desks, nothing but empty corners, and soundless walls. She yawned, taking the large black bow out of her hair and laying it on the bed. The heating was perfect. She didn't feel to hot or cold even when she had nothing but bra and panties on. She eye balled his tensing body and she too tensed up.

"What are you plotting you gimp?" she asked.

Dark couldn't help but slowly walk over to the bed, sitting next to the now near enough naked woman and nod a few times. "Well, for one, you're a woman and I'm a man. what can we both do that gives us both some pleasure?" He looked at her, smiling. "And... well, I think we both need to relax after that lot... and may as well break a perfectly good bed in"

He looked at Lisa, nodding a few more times. "What do you say I throw these things off and we get better acquainted with one another in a more personal manner?"

Lisa was unbelieving on what Dark was asking her. Though, it made sense. She was planning to live, but if she were to die, to have such pleasure before she did would be nice. She looked down at her body, then up at him. She shivered for a moment and then sighed.

"Your point is more than valid... Though a stranger... We maybe fighting together but this seems off to me. Mama told me sex before a fight will give you weak legs." she said blushing. She moved her nimble hand and patted his back. "Give me a reason I can trust you with my weapon and armor, my body."

Dark raised an eyebrow. "Good question... honestly didn't expect that..." He admitted, crossing his arms and thinking. "Well... She did kinda have a point, it sometimes does but I recover well enough... saying that I'm a man so might be different" He brought the fire up again, holding it out. "The best reason I can give you is that I know my way around magic, so I can handle quite a few of the problems you'd face in that suit of armor. only problem is... well" He closed his hand, sighing. "The 'Mana', as you would know it as, isn't endless... and the way I get my power back... is the Euphoria generated from sex"

He looked down, sighing. "To put it bluntly, I need to have sex in order to keep throwing spells around... not to mention my healing spells run off the same power..." He leaned back, looking back to Lisa. "Yeah... not exactly a fair trade but... it works sometimes..."

Lisa blinked. She was trying to get this in head head, which seemed unreal. This man, a spellcaster from the looks of it, could only get magic from sex. Lisa sighed, almost smiled at this, instead laid a hand on his shoulder. Her emotionless face, no desire, yet acceptance could be found in her.

"That's all you had to say Dark." she said simply, as her hand trailed lower to his waist. She looked directly in his eyes for a moment, seeing the emotionless sex to be forever edged in her with the others. Breeding, simple as it can get... "Let's get you some mana." she winked.


A knight in black leather armor. He has black hair covering one of his red eyes. A capable and experienced individual, displaying a level of skill and knowledge in magic and combat. He maintains a calm and relaxed attitude, even in tense situations, and demonstrates a willingness to support and assist his partner. However, beneath his composed exterior, there is a hint of bashfulness and an underlying vulnerability. Dark embodies a mix of competence, warmth, and a touch of hidden sensitivity.

Lisa blinked. She was trying to get this in head head, which seemed unreal. This man, a spellcaster from the looks of it, could only get magic from sex. Lisa sighed, almost smiled at this, instead laid a hand on his shoulder. Her emotionless face, no desire, yet acceptance could be found in her.

"That's all you had to say Dark." she said simply, as her hand trailed lower to his waist. She looked directly in his eyes for a moment, seeing the emotionless sex to be forever edged in her with the others. Breeding, simple as it can get... "Let's get you some mana." she winked.

Dark mentally sighed as he felt the hand on his shoulder, half expecting to be pounced in the gut for what he had just said. It wasn't his fault how it worked, but at the end of the day, that's how it was. He couldn't believe what was happening when her hand went down to his waist, turning to her and seeing her look, smiling back. "Thank you" he replied, putting his hand on her waist in return. He mentally laughed at how she said the line, putting his other hand around her and kissing her, making sure that he wouldn't scare the woman off at the first hurdle.


A young, lively girl with an infectious giggle and sparkling wide eyes that often show her curiosity and confusion. She's small for her age, still requiring a booster seat during car rides. Her short attention span hints at an energetic nature. She enjoys exploring games on her tablet, indicating a love for discovery and adventure. Despite initial panic when faced with problems like her tablet shutting down, she shows resilience by quickly moving on to seek other forms of entertainment. Her relationship with her brother suggests that she values companionship and looks up to him as a source of guidance. She doesn't speak English very well yet.

Sophia sat in her booster seat, something her parents forced her to use because of the threat of her allowance paying any tickets earned from not using it. Her allowance was rather small, only a dollar a week if she managed all her chores. She kicked her feet slightly as she played on her child-friendly tablet, a game that was mostly exploration playing songs softly throughout the cab of their van. The volume was set behind parental controls to avoid disturbing her brother and her parents, set that way once it was noticed she had forgotten her headphones at home. She had been told repeatedly where they were going, but her short attention span made it likely she would ask again within half an hour or more. She giggled as she played, inhaling deeply and letting out a small squeal as she managed to find a secret for the first time in her game.

Alex sat in the next seat over, his nose buried in his own electronic device as he occasionally glanced over at Sophia. He chuckled a bit to himself as even at her age, she was still stuck in one of those seats. Though he had his headphones in and thus wasn't able to hear the music from her tablet. He wasn't entirely too thrilled about the trip himself considering it meant precious time away from the family computer and time from his friends both in real life and online. He knew his parents didn't like some of the games he played, but they also couldn't deny that they kept him out of trouble and he seemed more sociable when he played, always talking to the family for hours afterwards instead of sticking to his room. He smirked as he accomplished something in the game he was playing, giving a slight fist pump after he did.

Sophia's head gave a little jerk upward as she noticed her brother's movement out of the side of her vision, turning toward it in a bit of confusion before shrugging and going back to her game, running around collecting more of the items in her game. She continued playing for a little longer before the tablet turned off, her eyes going wide in shock. "W... what?" She asked of no one as she began frantically attempting to turn the device back on. What she hadn't noticed during her playtime was the battery dropping relatively quickly due to both a bit of heat and the game running as long as it had. She began to get a bit panicked as she began to worry that she might have broken it somehow.

He glanced up as Sophia began to react to her tablet shutting down, again chuckling a bit as any brother would. But seeing the panic and shock in her expression and the frantic effort to turn it back on did turn him somewhat to sympathy. He never liked seeing her that frustrated or sad. "Sis, you OK? I just think the battery died on that thing. You've been using it all trip and it was gonna shut down after a while. You just gotta be more careful next time or plug it in at night, like I keep telling you!"

Sophia looked toward her brother, her eyes still wide. "Battery... died? So I... didn't breaks it?" She asked before looking back at it, her hand paused in its direction toward the power button. She carefully set it down to the side, still a bit unsure before slumping back in the seat. She purses her lips in thought as she tries to figure out something to do, leaning back after a bit. "Does you wanna do anything Alex?"

"No sis. You didn't break it. It just didn't have enough power to stay on because the battery got low. I'll explain it later, but you can't use your tablet till after we plug it back in once we get home or where we're going." Assuming his parents brought the charger for her devices, "But yeah, I can put my stuff down for now. What did you want to do?" He removed his headphones totally and put the device in his pocket before he hung his attention entirely on his little sister.

Sophia shrugged slightly, not really knowing what else they could do. "I don't know. Is there anything you want to do?" She asked, turning to face him once more. "I no know what was packed for us to do and stuffs." She said, looking toward the back of the van, unable to reach it herself, as she tried to think of something that might have been brought for them to play.


An older, tech-savvy boy who takes pride in his gaming accomplishments. He doesn't need a booster seat and has the responsibility of using headphones to not disturb others with his device's noise. He enjoys the solitude offered by his electronic device but also values social interactions both online and offline. Despite finding amusement in his younger sister's naivety, he displays a protective side when she gets upset. He patiently explains things to her, indicating an understanding and patient nature. His willingness to pause his game for her suggests that he is caring and prioritizes family over personal entertainment.

"No sis. You didn't break it. It just didn't have enough power to stay on because the battery got low. I'll explain it later, but you can't use your tablet till after we plug it back in once we get home or where we're going." Assuming his parents brought the charger for her devices, "But yeah, I can put my stuff down for now. What did you want to do?" He removed his headphones totally and put the device in his pocket before he hung his attention entirely on his little sister.


A 12-year-old boy of mixed Japanese and French heritage, suggesting he might have a blend of features from both ethnicities. Given his wealthy background, he dresses well in high-quality clothes. He's shy and friendless, indicating an introverted personality. Despite this shyness, Conor displays kindness towards Akai, his pet catboy, showing a nurturing side. He's also curious and open-minded, willing to engage with the unusual situation of having a sentient, humanoid pet.

Conor smiled and scratched behind Akai's ear before petting him lovingly. "Such a good kitty, so cute and playful." He used his other hand to scratch under the neko's chin as well. "That feels good, Akai-kun?"

Akai purred and relaxed against his hands, his eyes closing. It felt so good... He curled up in his lap to get a better angle, nuzzling into the hands. "You're good at petting. I'm glad you're my human. " He mumbled, enjoying the petting and scratches.

Conor blushed at the sudden closeness as well as Akai's words. "I'm g-glad you're my neko, Akai-kun," he replied with a slight stutter. His face became even more flush as the proximity of Akai's rear to his crotch made him react embarrassingly.

He nuzzled him, intending to get his scent all over his human so that other cats wouldn't come near him. "I'm not your neko. You're my human." He pouted. Cats din't belong to people. "And stop putting 'kun' after my name. It sounds weird."

Conor enjoyed the nuzzling, a little too much, in fact. "O-OK, Akai-chan? Would you prefer that?" He kissed the kitten chastely on the cheek. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the closeness, though his member was steadily growing in his pants.

Akai pouted, not registering the kiss. "I'm not a girl!" He insisted, crossing his arms. He turned away from him, crossing his arms. "I'm a boy! That's what you checked for when you picked me up!" He didn't fully forgive him for that, but it proved his point.

"I know, I know. I wasn't implying you were a girl," Conor said hastily, petting the disgruntled kitten softly. "Which honorific would you like me to use, Akai?" He pulled the neko back into a warm hug.

Akai leaned into him, the petting easing his irritation a bit. "I dunno... just not 'kun' or 'chan'." He muttered, closing his eyes. "'Kun' sounds weird..." He nuzzled his chest, not getting that spot earlier while he was marking him.

Conor ran his hand along Akai's spine. The kitten was being very loving now, to the point of being more than friends in Conor's opinion, and it made the blonde both scared and excited. He knew he liked boys more than girls, having peeked in the locker rooms and knowing what made him hard, but was he allowed to feel that way for his cat, even if the neko was a bakeneko? "Umm... I could use Akai-tan, is that acceptable?"

Akai paused. Well, it wasn't 'chan'... he supposed it could work. "Okay." He closed his eyes and purred when the other moved his hand down his back. That felt really nice. He nuzzled his neck. "Do that again. I like it." He told him, relaxing against him. A few more pets like that and he would be practically boneless against him.

Conor smiled, "OK, Akai-tan, like this?" He brushed the kitten's spine up and down sensually. He tried to ignore his tented bulge, but he feared that Akai might notice and think him strange, well stranger than he already thought. He adjusted it discreetly and continued petting Akai's back.

Akai's purring grew louder, slumping against him. The best part was that he didn't have any fur on his back, so going back up didn't feel irritating. He didn't notice the bulge or anything other than being petted, really. Of course, his own blood started to betray him, pooling down in his unmentionables.

Conor sighed contentedly and kept petting, reaching lower until he hit the small of Akai's back before trailing back up to his shoulder blades. "Such a sweet neko..." He kissed him again, on the forehead this time, without thinking.

Akai shivered, his eyes still closed. "Mm..." How was he supposed to fix his issue? He couldn't mate since he didn't like the idea of sex. A barb ripping him apart? No thank you! So what could he do? He certainly couldn't do it with his human. He wasn't going to hurt his human just because of this!

Conor opened his eyes to the shiver and small moan. "Is something wrong, Akai-tan?" He frowned slightly and raised an eyebrow in concern.

Shaking his head, "Nyu... no..." He blushed and hoped that these weird... clothes things covering his area would hide his problem. He hadn't noticed that his human was having a similar problem. "It feels good..." He nuzzled him again to urge him to keep petting him.

The frown melted from the pre-teen's face. "Yoshii," he replied and began petting him again. He whispered in the neko's ear. "You have soft skin, Akai-tan. It's fun to pet." He wasn't sure why he said it, but the confession made him blush and excited him more. He felt the desire to kiss Akai again and perhaps go further, but he resisted. Akai was still a cat, after all, and probably not even sexually mature.

Akai shivered as the hot breath ghosted over his sensitive ear. The compliment did little to help his blush, and he wanted to compliment him in kind. "Ngh... you're a good petter." He told the human, resting his head on Conor's shoulder. He loved his back being rubbed, but he also sort of wanted his ears scratched. Which one did he want more?

The closeness and the cuddling became too much for Conor, and as he was complimented again, he lay back, pulling Akai on top of him. Using his hand to direct Akai's face, he leaned up and kissed him sensually on the mouth.

Akai gave a startled mew at the new position before he was kissed. He wasn't sure what to do since he'd never seen humans do this before... but it felt good. He mewled softly and leaned into the kiss, finding the warmth and feel of it to be pleasing. Well, he supposed if his partner wanted to do this, and it didn't feel bad...

Conor put a hand on the kitten's back and pulled him closer. His crotch dug into the neko's, and he noticed that Akai was turned on as well. He grinned and rolled them over so that he was on top. He was the master, after all. "Seems you need some attention, Akai-tan... Should Master Conor fix your problem?"

Akai moaned when the other pulled them closer, feeling the other's length against his own. A rather girlish squeak left him when his back hit the floor, looking up at Conor. "Hah... you're not a master..." He protested, but there wasn't any venom in his words. Humans didn't own cats. Cats had humans. That was how it worked! Humans would willingly serve cats by feeding them, petting them, and giving them attention.

Conor giggled at the response and pressed against him again. "In that case, would you like your human to please your needs?" He decided to play Akai's game for now, but he knew when it really mattered who would be in charge.

Akai whimpered in pleasure as the other pressed against him once more. "Ngh... how?" Surely his human didn't want to have full sex with him! He didn't realize that, in this form, he didn't have a barb. He also didn't know that humans lacked barbs.

Conor began to shimmy down, kissing Akai's chest and tummy along the way. When he reached the neko's crotch, he nuzzled it a bit and peeled back Akai's undies. A nice little stiffy sprung out, and Conor licked it experimentally. Seeing that it wasn't bad, he took it in his mouth and sucked on the covered tip a little.

Akai waited for an answer, watching him in confusion when he received none, but his human started moving down. He let out a startled squeak when the other licked him. "W-wait—ah!" A hand immediately went to his mouth, holding back more sounds. What was going on? Dammit, he was a cat! Cats didn't make those sounds! "Ah... hah..." A few moans and mewls kept escaping, and his other clawed hand was digging into the floor.

Conor smiled and took more in before popping it out. "You like that, Akai-tan?" he teased and licked the bit of extra foreskin. Pulling back on it, he sucked the bare tip hard.

"Ngyah!" He arched a bit, that last suck sending tremors through him, and he whimpered from the pleasure. "Nyu..." He whimpered and gave small moans of pleasure, still trying to keep his composure. "Conor...!" He whined, not knowing how to get him off, and part of him did not want him to get off of him.

Conor ignored his name and continued sucking, bobbing low and deep on Akai's hot stiffy. "Mmmm," he moaned around it as he felt a bit of pre-cum on his tongue. It was good, and he wanted more.

Akai scratched the floor, desperately searching for some kind of anchor. Too good! Too much! Sounds kept escaping his throat, some cat and some human, as Conor continued to work on him. He could feel something gathering down in his lower abdomen, tightening and curling. He couldn't take much more of this!

Coming up for air, Conor used his hand to pump the neko's stiffy fast. "Mmmm, so cute, Akai-tan. You like that?" He grinned and licked at his head as he fapped him.

Akai arched a bit, his hips bucking of their own accord. "Nah... ah...!" It wasn't much longer before he climaxed, crying out before collapsing on the floor. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, coming down from his orgasm.

Conor flinched as Akai climaxed, his seed shooting into the blonde's face. He whimpered a bit but began cleaning himself with his shirt, removing it once he was done. "How was that, Akai-tan? Did you enjoy it?"

He was panting, slowly coming back down from the pleasure high. "Ngh? B-but... how...?" He asked, then realized what he was saying. "You just did... th-that... to me..." He said, his face red. He didn't know whether to be angry or embarrassed by that.

Conor was confused, "What barb? You don't have one, at least not in this form..." He nuzzled the boy cutely. "I'm glad you liked it, but now it's my turn..."

He blinked. "I don't have a barb? But I'm a cat!" He stopped, his face going a bright red when he was told that it was the human's turn. "You mean... you want me to do... wh-what you just did?" He asked cautiously. He hadn't asked for his human to do that to him! He'd just done it all on his own!

"Well, that's not the only way to do it..." Conor grinned, "We could mate... It would feel good for both of us." He murmured as best he could and cuddled against the neko. "We have to take care of each other, right?"

He immediately shook his head at that idea. "No! We're not going to mate!" He looked away. "... I'll do what you did to me!" He said finally. It was better than mating, after all. He wasn't letting anyone mate with him. He'd seen what the barb could do, and he wasn't letting that happen to him.

Conor was a bit disappointed, but he nodded, removing his pants to free his swollen member. Being further along in his development, Conor's was a bit bigger than Akai's, though he'd yet to grow any hair. He lay back on the bed and patted between his legs, "Come on up and do it, Akai-tan."


A catboy, meaning he has the appearance of a young boy with feline features. This includes cat ears and a tail, giving him an exotic and cute look. His age in human years is 10, suggesting he's small in stature, agile and spry like a kitten. His personality is playful yet cautious; he enjoys the affection he receives from his human companion but remains wary due to past traumatic experiences. He exhibits both independence and neediness---typical of cats---asserting that humans belong to cats rather than the other way around, but also seeking attention and physical contact. Despite his initial resistance to wearing clothes, Akai eventually wears them, adding to his unique charm.

Conor smiled and scratched behind Akai's ear before petting him lovingly. "Such a good kitty, so cute and playful." He used his other hand to scratch under the neko's chin as well. "That feels good, Akai-kun?"

Akai purred and relaxed against his hands, his eyes closing. It felt so good... He curled up in his lap to get a better angle, nuzzling into the hands. "You're good at petting. I'm glad you're my human. " He mumbled, enjoying the petting and scratches.

Conor blushed at the sudden closeness as well as Akai's words. "I'm g-glad you're my neko, Akai-kun," he replied with a slight stutter. His face became even more flush as the proximity of Akai's rear to his crotch made him react embarrassingly.

He nuzzled him, intending to get his scent all over his human so that other cats wouldn't come near him. "I'm not your neko. You're my human." He pouted. Cats din't belong to people. "And stop putting 'kun' after my name. It sounds weird."

Conor enjoyed the nuzzling, a little too much, in fact. "O-OK, Akai-chan? Would you prefer that?" He kissed the kitten chastely on the cheek. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the closeness, though his member was steadily growing in his pants.

Akai pouted, not registering the kiss. "I'm not a girl!" He insisted, crossing his arms. He turned away from him, crossing his arms. "I'm a boy! That's what you checked for when you picked me up!" He didn't fully forgive him for that, but it proved his point.

"I know, I know. I wasn't implying you were a girl," Conor said hastily, petting the disgruntled kitten softly. "Which honorific would you like me to use, Akai?" He pulled the neko back into a warm hug.

Akai leaned into him, the petting easing his irritation a bit. "I dunno... just not 'kun' or 'chan'." He muttered, closing his eyes. "'Kun' sounds weird..." He nuzzled his chest, not getting that spot earlier while he was marking him.

Conor ran his hand along Akai's spine. The kitten was being very loving now, to the point of being more than friends in Conor's opinion, and it made the blonde both scared and excited. He knew he liked boys more than girls, having peeked in the locker rooms and knowing what made him hard, but was he allowed to feel that way for his cat, even if the neko was a bakeneko? "Umm... I could use Akai-tan, is that acceptable?"

Akai paused. Well, it wasn't 'chan'... he supposed it could work. "Okay." He closed his eyes and purred when the other moved his hand down his back. That felt really nice. He nuzzled his neck. "Do that again. I like it." He told him, relaxing against him. A few more pets like that and he would be practically boneless against him.

Conor smiled, "OK, Akai-tan, like this?" He brushed the kitten's spine up and down sensually. He tried to ignore his tented bulge, but he feared that Akai might notice and think him strange, well stranger than he already thought. He adjusted it discreetly and continued petting Akai's back.

Akai's purring grew louder, slumping against him. The best part was that he didn't have any fur on his back, so going back up didn't feel irritating. He didn't notice the bulge or anything other than being petted, really. Of course, his own blood started to betray him, pooling down in his unmentionables.

Conor sighed contentedly and kept petting, reaching lower until he hit the small of Akai's back before trailing back up to his shoulder blades. "Such a sweet neko..." He kissed him again, on the forehead this time, without thinking.

Akai shivered, his eyes still closed. "Mm..." How was he supposed to fix his issue? He couldn't mate since he didn't like the idea of sex. A barb ripping him apart? No thank you! So what could he do? He certainly couldn't do it with his human. He wasn't going to hurt his human just because of this!

Conor opened his eyes to the shiver and small moan. "Is something wrong, Akai-tan?" He frowned slightly and raised an eyebrow in concern.

Shaking his head, "Nyu... no..." He blushed and hoped that these weird... clothes things covering his area would hide his problem. He hadn't noticed that his human was having a similar problem. "It feels good..." He nuzzled him again to urge him to keep petting him.

The frown melted from the pre-teen's face. "Yoshii," he replied and began petting him again. He whispered in the neko's ear. "You have soft skin, Akai-tan. It's fun to pet." He wasn't sure why he said it, but the confession made him blush and excited him more. He felt the desire to kiss Akai again and perhaps go further, but he resisted. Akai was still a cat, after all, and probably not even sexually mature.

Akai shivered as the hot breath ghosted over his sensitive ear. The compliment did little to help his blush, and he wanted to compliment him in kind. "Ngh... you're a good petter." He told the human, resting his head on Conor's shoulder. He loved his back being rubbed, but he also sort of wanted his ears scratched. Which one did he want more?

The closeness and the cuddling became too much for Conor, and as he was complimented again, he lay back, pulling Akai on top of him. Using his hand to direct Akai's face, he leaned up and kissed him sensually on the mouth.

Akai gave a startled mew at the new position before he was kissed. He wasn't sure what to do since he'd never seen humans do this before... but it felt good. He mewled softly and leaned into the kiss, finding the warmth and feel of it to be pleasing. Well, he supposed if his partner wanted to do this, and it didn't feel bad...

Conor put a hand on the kitten's back and pulled him closer. His crotch dug into the neko's, and he noticed that Akai was turned on as well. He grinned and rolled them over so that he was on top. He was the master, after all. "Seems you need some attention, Akai-tan... Should Master Conor fix your problem?"

Akai moaned when the other pulled them closer, feeling the other's length against his own. A rather girlish squeak left him when his back hit the floor, looking up at Conor. "Hah... you're not a master..." He protested, but there wasn't any venom in his words. Humans didn't own cats. Cats had humans. That was how it worked! Humans would willingly serve cats by feeding them, petting them, and giving them attention.

Conor giggled at the response and pressed against him again. "In that case, would you like your human to please your needs?" He decided to play Akai's game for now, but he knew when it really mattered who would be in charge.

Akai whimpered in pleasure as the other pressed against him once more. "Ngh... how?" Surely his human didn't want to have full sex with him! He didn't realize that, in this form, he didn't have a barb. He also didn't know that humans lacked barbs.

Conor began to shimmy down, kissing Akai's chest and tummy along the way. When he reached the neko's crotch, he nuzzled it a bit and peeled back Akai's undies. A nice little stiffy sprung out, and Conor licked it experimentally. Seeing that it wasn't bad, he took it in his mouth and sucked on the covered tip a little.

Akai waited for an answer, watching him in confusion when he received none, but his human started moving down. He let out a startled squeak when the other licked him. "W-wait—ah!" A hand immediately went to his mouth, holding back more sounds. What was going on? Dammit, he was a cat! Cats didn't make those sounds! "Ah... hah..." A few moans and mewls kept escaping, and his other clawed hand was digging into the floor.

Conor smiled and took more in before popping it out. "You like that, Akai-tan?" he teased and licked the bit of extra foreskin. Pulling back on it, he sucked the bare tip hard.

"Ngyah!" He arched a bit, that last suck sending tremors through him, and he whimpered from the pleasure. "Nyu..." He whimpered and gave small moans of pleasure, still trying to keep his composure. "Conor...!" He whined, not knowing how to get him off, and part of him did not want him to get off of him.

Conor ignored his name and continued sucking, bobbing low and deep on Akai's hot stiffy. "Mmmm," he moaned around it as he felt a bit of pre-cum on his tongue. It was good, and he wanted more.

Akai scratched the floor, desperately searching for some kind of anchor. Too good! Too much! Sounds kept escaping his throat, some cat and some human, as Conor continued to work on him. He could feel something gathering down in his lower abdomen, tightening and curling. He couldn't take much more of this!

Coming up for air, Conor used his hand to pump the neko's stiffy fast. "Mmmm, so cute, Akai-tan. You like that?" He grinned and licked at his head as he fapped him.

Akai arched a bit, his hips bucking of their own accord. "Nah... ah...!" It wasn't much longer before he climaxed, crying out before collapsing on the floor. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, coming down from his orgasm.

Conor flinched as Akai climaxed, his seed shooting into the blonde's face. He whimpered a bit but began cleaning himself with his shirt, removing it once he was done. "How was that, Akai-tan? Did you enjoy it?"

He was panting, slowly coming back down from the pleasure high. "Ngh? B-but... how...?" He asked, then realized what he was saying. "You just did... th-that... to me..." He said, his face red. He didn't know whether to be angry or embarrassed by that.

Conor was confused, "What barb? You don't have one, at least not in this form..." He nuzzled the boy cutely. "I'm glad you liked it, but now it's my turn..."

He blinked. "I don't have a barb? But I'm a cat!" He stopped, his face going a bright red when he was told that it was the human's turn. "You mean... you want me to do... wh-what you just did?" He asked cautiously. He hadn't asked for his human to do that to him! He'd just done it all on his own!

"Well, that's not the only way to do it..." Conor grinned, "We could mate... It would feel good for both of us." He murmured as best he could and cuddled against the neko. "We have to take care of each other, right?"

He immediately shook his head at that idea. "No! We're not going to mate!" He looked away. "... I'll do what you did to me!" He said finally. It was better than mating, after all. He wasn't letting anyone mate with him. He'd seen what the barb could do, and he wasn't letting that happen to him.

Conor was a bit disappointed, but he nodded, removing his pants to free his swollen member. Being further along in his development, Conor's was a bit bigger than Akai's, though he'd yet to grow any hair. He lay back on the bed and patted between his legs, "Come on up and do it, Akai-tan."

Akai blushed, but came over to do as he was told. He hesitantly lapped at the tip, his ears swiveled back in apprehension. He didn't know if humans had barbs, but he didn't see why they wouldn't. He did NOT want his mouth to get hurt from a barb.


A 21 years old man who has been longing for intimacy and companionship. He seems to be excited by the idea of having a magical being at his disposal and tests her abilities with both mundane and lewd requests. His personality appears to be curious and bold, as he confidently makes sexual wishes involving Jeanie.

When he heard her ask about making the suggestion to help him with any sort of task, Jason nodded with a smile. "Sure Jeanie, I'd appreciate it." He wasn't yet used to the idea of having a magical being to make his life easier so the concept of her doing so much for him was still a bit foreign. Once she was done transforming the guitar, or in the case switching them from picture to reality, he took a look at what was in his hands and on the computer screen. Sure enough, the old, ragged guitar was now the picture on the screen. After a moment, Jason walked to the amp stack and powered them on, plugging the cord into the guitar. Jason began to play the opening riffs to the Deftones song "My Own Summer (Shover It)." The guitar played like it was brand new, and a smile crept across his face.

"WOW!!! I can't believe this!!! It's the real deal!!! Thanks so much Jeanie!!! It's perfect!!!" After that, Jason played a few more riffs of a couple different songs and even played a solo from the Megadeth song "Holy Wars... The Punishment Due." Once he was done playing with his guitar, he put it back onto the stand turning off his amp stack. Next came the other test, he willingness to serve him. He had to admit he felt a bit hesitant about this next test.

"Alright Jeanie, my next wish is going to be on the wild side. I wish that you would give me a blowjob." He couldn't believe how that just came out of his mouth, but he kept a good poker face about it. Inside, Jason was afraid that Jeanie was going to get angry at him for asking such lewd request of her. He in no way, shape, or form wanted to ruin one of the best things that had happened to him yet.

Seeing him happy and smile, was more than enough to tell Jeanie she did a good job. Even before he told her it was perfect. If all it took was swapping some guitars to make her Master this happy, she knew that she could make him really happy all the time. Though she herself wasn't happy when he started playing his songs. They didn't make any sense to her and it was just a lot of loud noise. She couldn't help but putting her hands on top of her ears to muffle something of the sounds. If this was what music sounds like in this age, she hoped he wouldn't wish to become a famous rockstar. It probably would kill her, well not really since genies couldn't die, but torment the hell out of her if she had to listen to this kind of music each day.

Luckily he soon had enough and placed the guitar back, which caused her to let out a sigh of relieve. "That was special Master." She said, not lying but also not telling the whole truth how horrible it had sounded. But the last time she had been out of her bottle, the music was made by drums made of animal hides and people singing around a large camp fire. So perhaps to this new generation it sounded fantastic.

And when he started to make his next wish, and told her it would be on the wild side, her heart stopped beating for a moment. "Please don't wish to be a rockstar, please don't wish to be a rockstar..." She kept thinking over and over. So when he wished for a blowjob she smiled in relieve. "Oh is that all." Her voice was really relaxed and full of relieve as this was nothing compared to what the other wish might have been like. "As you wish Master." Though this time she didn't clap her hands but simple walked towards him and sat down on her knees. Reaching out with her hands, she undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants before pulling them down together with his boxers. Without saying any other word, she took hold of his cock. She patiently caressed it until it got harder before she opened her mouth and started to suck on his cock.

Jason watched as she'd play with his cock gently, sighing lightly, enjoying the feminine touch on his manhood. Once she started to take him into her mouth, that's when he really began to enjoy it. He'd wondered just how good she'd be at this seeing that she had to have been around for quite some time, but so far this had turned out to be great. She certainly passed this test, since she was willing to grant his wishes no matter how outrageous they may had been. It felt like forever since he'd been given a blowjob, it had been at least a year after his last girlfriend, of which ended up breaking up with him because she thought she was too good for him. Who knew, maybe if Jeanie was good enough at this, he'd get her to do this more often. After all, she was his to control.

As she'd keep sucking his dick, he'd reach into the lingerie like top she'd been wearing to massage and caress one of her breasts. While he did that, he worked his thumb along her nipple, flicking it and rubbing it to get it mice and hard. Man, she was good at this, it was almost as if she'd magically knew just the right way to pleasure him. His mind still couldn't help but wonder how good she'd been in bed.

Jeanie heard the moans coming from Jason, she knew she was doing a good job. Off course she kept switching how hard she was sucking on his cock, how deep she was taking him and how much she was using her tongue. From time to time, she could feel him hitting her throats while other moments only the head was just passed her lips, her tongue circling around it. Each time she felt him getting harder and closer to cum, she slowed down, making sure to maximize his pleasure as best as she could.

At the same time she moved her hands to play with his balls or stroke his cock. This wasn't the first time a Master asked her to service him like this. Though he was the first to reach out to her chest on his own while she was giving him a blowjob. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan with his cock still in her mouth when he flicked her nipple. Using one hand, she pulled down her top to give him easier access to her breasts. Letting the cock slide out of her mouth for a moment, she kept caressing it while looking up. "Does Master want me to continue so he can cum in my mouth or does Master want to cum somewhere else?"

Jason groaned and smiled as she kept going with the amazing blowjob that Jeanie was giving him. Once she exposed her breasts for him, he played with it more, still focusing on her nipples, but now taking time to pinch and twist them. She was good at what she was doing and he felt close to cumming in her mouth, but he didn't want to cum just yet. He still had further plans for her, a further way to test his limits. "Well, there is one thing I'd like for you to do. Weather I cum there or not, I don't know, whatever feels right for the moment. I wish that you'd now get undressed and lean over my bed or get on all fours on my bed so I can have sex with you." It was a bold wish, and he hoped it'd pay off.

Jason hadn't had sex in so long and it was finally going to happen for him and on top of that, it was with his genie, who was more than attractive, she was drop dead gorgeous. As he waited for her to disrobe, he pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his jeans. He then noticed that his cock looked even bigger than it was before, harder even. But the weird part was while he wished that it was bigger, he didn't voice that wish. Regardless, he was ready, "I'm gonna give you an amazing fuck." He managed to confidently exclaim with a bit of swagger.


An attractive and drop-dead gorgeous magical woman being. She wears lingerie-like clothing. Her personality is accommodating and eager to please her master, Jason, by granting his wishes without hesitation. She appears to be adaptable and experienced in fulfilling various types of requests, including intimate ones.

Jeanie heard the moans coming from Jason, she knew she was doing a good job. Off course she kept switching how hard she was sucking on his cock, how deep she was taking him and how much she was using her tongue. From time to time, she could feel him hitting her throats while other moments only the head was just passed her lips, her tongue circling around it. Each time she felt him getting harder and closer to cum, she slowed down, making sure to maximize his pleasure as best as she could.

At the same time she moved her hands to play with his balls or stroke his cock. This wasn't the first time a Master asked her to service him like this. Though he was the first to reach out to her chest on his own while she was giving him a blowjob. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan with his cock still in her mouth when he flicked her nipple. Using one hand, she pulled down her top to give him easier access to her breasts. Letting the cock slide out of her mouth for a moment, she kept caressing it while looking up. "Does Master want me to continue so he can cum in my mouth or does Master want to cum somewhere else?"


A cunning and manipulative man, using magic to exert control over others. He is highly strategic in his thinking, as he carefully considers the implications of his actions and how to maintain secrecy around their relationship. He possesses an alluring presence that complements his seductive behavior.

After a few seconds spent holding Lyn, touching her softly, Onagan realized that there was some sort of resistance coming from her. It was at a low level, but there none the less. He wondered if asking for her help was wise?

"Lyn, don't use your powers to fight me. Use them to aid me, to make the spell last longer, to be stronger, to open yourself to it more." As he spoke, he caught her right breast in his right hand, squeezing it slowly, sort of like someone would squeeze an orange to get the juice out, though not anywhere near as hard. "You enjoy this, after all. Why would you want to end it?" His fingers slipped down her pubic mound, barely touching her labia, and then brushing against her clit.

*Gods, what if she wakes up?*

Those words did the trick. When Onagan had asked her to sense the spell, that had been neutral enough for her to realize she might not want to be under such a spell, and allowed her to want to resist. But with this new command, that crushed such feelings immediately. Her resistant faltered and died as she stopped testing the haze in her mind. And with this command, she even let her own magic flow into it- feeding it and letting it strengthen.

After, she sank back against him. He hadn't told her how much magic to use—she'd let almost all of it go, leaving her even more vulnerable to him than before. As he groped her breast, her face flushed, and she nodded at his question. "I... don't want to end it." She decided, her breath hitching as his fingers slipped lower. A small thrill raced through her as his warm digits touched her clit, and her thighs gently spread open, just a little, as her body shifted her weight, her clit pressing insistently into his touch as her body seemed to remember that it craved his touch once again. This was a lot better than thinking.

Onagan blinked. *She doesn't want to end it?* Still holding the almost naked woman, he spoke softly. "Tell me why you don't want it to end, my dear."

Wheels in his mind turned. Could... he keep her in this state, somehow? Keep her obedient to his commands... but somehow conceal it from everyone? They'd know if she had a spell up constantly... his fingers moved idly against her clit again, and his other hand lifted her breasts a bit, softly massaging her tit-flesh.

"Mmm..." She wavered, frowning a little. Maybe she had just been agreeing with him? Trying to be compliant to his wishes. "This... feels good." She murmurs eventually, seeming to hint that at the very least she liked his touches, but that too had been a previous command. How long did previous commands last? How many could be layered on top of each other?

As he continued to rub her clit her face flushed even more and she sighed with a sound of enjoyment. Arousal stirred and curled through her, heat waking in her loins.

Onagan's hands continue their assault on the sensitive zones of his partner, now stroking the front of her labia, then touching her clit again, rubbing it parallel to her slit. As he touched her, he continued to think. *What if I gave her commands in this state? Would she continue to obey them when she was not under the spell?*

Perhaps he could test it somehow... *Later...*

"Turn around, Lyn, and kiss me again. Just as you did before." He leaned down, preparing to kiss her back. His arms would loosen a bit, letting her turn in his grasp.

That warmth of desire grew, stirring stronger as his attention continued on her clit. Lyn's body squirmed just a little in his arms and her breathing grew heavier as her face flushed. It was clear as day with her will gone her body definitely enjoyed his advances and responded quite readily to them.

Feeling his grip loosen a few moments later she turned around in his grasp and leans up, passionately pressing her lips to his in another kiss. In fact, this one seemed even more passionate than before. Her body gently leaned into his, pressing close.

The half elf's hands went to Lyn's hips, softly caressing her flesh, slipping under her panties, though not slipping them down. He pulled her tightly against his body, savoring the feel of her soft skin, wrapping her in his arms. His tongue slipped against her lips, seeking entry into her mouth, and he tried to softly catch her lower lip with his mouth, sucking her flesh in slightly.

Finally, Onagan broke the kiss, and sighed softly. *This power is going to my head. I draw the line at sex. Those panties aren't coming off...*

Still, here was a pliable, warm, interested woman in his arms. He nuzzled against her chin, and spoke softly. "I'd like you to be obedient to me, like this, all the time. Without the spell. Would you like that?" He paused, then went on. "I think I could make that happen, but you have to want it to be that way, Lyn. Do you want to feel like this all the time?"

Lyn's arms were around him, clinging to him as they kissed. When his tongue traced her lips they parted willingly, another small sound of enjoyment coming from her lips as he held her close. To any casual observer, it would seem like they were two lovers. His body felt warm, his arms strong. She might be disconnected from her own actions, but she wasn't cut off from feeling the sensations. The warmth, the arousal. Feeling him suck on her lower lip she pressed a little closer.

When he broke away her face was flushed and she smiled softly. This felt so good, so warm and nice. She was happy to be at this college, learning all these new things. But it was lonely. At least until now. Did she want to feel like this again? She nodded yes. Obedience to him... it wasn't like it really cost her anything, so what was so bad about it? Right now it was making her feel good.

The male nodded. *What if I just tell her it's permanent? Would that work? I might have to recast the spell every so often...*

Onagan pulled back from Lyn a bit. "Lyn, listen to me. I want you to think about what you are doing, how you feel right now.. I want you always to be obedient and submissive like this with me, and to always feel like this. And you want to be like this, too, don't you? So this is the way it will be. I will command, and you will obey. No spell will be required. But, when we are with others, you will hide your obedience, so that no one suspects us of anything... do you understand?" His hands were on her hips, rubbing softly as he spoke.

As he pulled away, Lyn felt the absence, wanted to be closer again. His hands on her hips felt good and nice, but she wanted more. She hadn't realized just how lonely she felt until he was suddenly there to erase it. She couldn't imagine him making her do anything horrible. He didn't seem the type. There didn't seem much to lose, at least to her in that moment. So with all that swirling about her thoughts there was not much hesitation at his words. "Yes... I want to be like this with you." She tells him, nodding. "I understand." She looks up at him, then leans up and kisses him again, pressing closer once more.

Lyn was still under the spell, but now Onagan slipped her panties down, revealing her sex. He let them drop to the floor as his hands moved over her body again, softly stroking her breasts, and then tweaking her nipples slightly. Her words thrilled the mage, and he added, "Obedient and happy to be my slave, yes... very good, Lyn."

His right hand sank to her pubic mound, softly rubbing it. His fingers played in the soft hair of her pussy, then began to stroke her labia. His other arm is around her, pulling her tight against his chest, and he returned the kiss, deeply, his tongue moving over her lips, then into her mouth, seeking her tongue.


A vulnerable and lonely girl, seeking companionship and warmth. Her willingness to comply with Onagan's demands suggests that she might have a submissive nature or is simply craving connection. She has an attractive presence that draws Onagan towards her.

As he pulled away, Lyn felt the absence, wanted to be closer again. His hands on her hips felt good and nice, but she wanted more. She hadn't realized just how lonely she felt until he was suddenly there to erase it. She couldn't imagine him making her do anything horrible. He didn't seem the type. There didn't seem much to lose, at least to her in that moment. So with all that swirling about her thoughts there was not much hesitation at his words. "Yes... I want to be like this with you." She tells him, nodding. "I understand." She looks up at him, then leans up and kisses him again, pressing closer once more.


An older woman in her early forties, with a voluptuous body that she maintains well. She is attractive and sexually appealing, which incites the attention of Cory. Personality-wise, she is conflicted between her desires and societal norms. Initially resistant to Cory's advances due to their familial relationship, she eventually succumbs to her physical needs. This suggests that she can be impulsive when under influence or pressure. Despite this, there are instances where she attempts to assert herself and express regret over their actions, indicating a level of moral consciousness and responsibility.

Clarissa gasped as he pulled her hair touching her body again. "You shouldn't be doing this Cory. I'm your mother's sister." She said as he touched her a small moan came out but she bit her lip to prevent any further noise. "Fuck, no we can't do this." She watched him. "Let me go, please Cory." She worried that maybe she did the wrong thing about letting him come here what would people think if they knew.

The pot. Her body. The wine... his lust. It all came to a head. His one hand immobilizing her head, his other left her breast and trailed down, finding the her clit and rubbing roughly. "That's just the point, Aunt Clarissa. You're my hot mother's sister, my milf aunt. You know what Milf stands for right?" Cory figured he'd let her answer that as he did his best to start bringing her pleasure.

As his hand ran down her body, Clarissa gasped before moaning at the intrusion if his fingers. "I know farm well what that word means young man but we ca-" Her words cut off as her busy bucked from the pleasure. "Cory.... No." Her body was not doing a very good job at preventing him from touching her. "Oh fuck don't " was all she could say before leaning into his neck. "Cory." She uttered in delight as her body twisted to the pleasure.

"That's a good milf," Cory said, lowering his lips to her ear and practically growling. "You're going to cum for me now... and then we're going to fuck each other senseless. First here, then in your bedroom... and I'm going to do things to you that you never dared to imagine." He shifted his hand to her neck, gripping tight on the sides to restrict her blood flow, his other hand rubbing faster and faster, fingers starting to dip into her pussy below the water.

As he whispered in her ear, Clarissa heard Cory but her body seemed to be in control as it started to tremble shaking from his touch before gasping for breath as he constricted her airway. Suddenly her orgasm took control and she shrieked as her body spasmed with delight from his touch. Leaning forward in defeat her surprise that he just did that to her.

Rationality was leaving her and she wondered how she would ever get it back.could she blame it on the madness from COVID? That she was blinded? But his touch was divine as she slowly came down from her high she looked at him wondering what to think or do next.

"You liked that, didn't you," Cory said. "You loved it, actually. It's the most exciting thing you've done in years, right?" He kept his hand possessively on her throat, grinding his cock against her chest, her tits beckoning to wrap around him. He waited for her answer.

"Cory I won't deny but that was very wrong. You and I are related." Clarissa spoke to him and smiled her body relaxing from everything. "We just can't come back from something like this." She wanted to know that he understood what she was saying. "Why do you want this? Aren't you disgusted?" She said as her breathing was returning to normal her body excited still and had trouble trying to believe the shit she was selling him. Why not? It was just them. But sensible her continued to fight against it.

Cory grabbed her hand and forced it onto his cock. "Does that feel like I'm disgusted?" he asked, guiding her hand to begin stroking him. "I've been thinking about you for years, my lovely Aunt. Didn't you ever about all those crusty towels in the laundry when I came to visit? Didn't you ever wonder if I was thinking about you when I jerked my big teenage cock in my room? Didn't it turn you on... just a little to think about that?"

"Fuck, this isn't right. What if people find out?" Clarissa asked looking at him carefully as she began to stroke his cock, knowing he fucked her. "You're a boy I didn't think it was me. Anyone but me." She confessed as her brain brought her back to all the moments in time where she caught him glancing at her. She always thought he admired her. "What about girls your own age?" She asked as she continued to move her hand on succession along his manhood watching him and deciding what her brain thought of it all.

Cory had started losing patience with her... not answering any of his questions like he wanted. *smack* His hand met her cheek. Not overly hard, but enough to make it sting. "Repeat after me, Clarissa." *I dream about fucking my nephew's cock.* "Say it."

He looked upset and then he smacked her and Clarissa was taken back by the assault to her face. Rubbing it with her free hand to put the sting out of mind. "Cory that's not nice." She said before hearing what he wanted her to say. She wanted to laugh, she wanted to cry out she didn't know what was happening. Maybe the drugs were affecting him badly. "I dream about fucking my nephew's cock." She said hoping he would stop now even though the words wasn't something she really believed. She just wanted him to stop to go up to his room and rest off everything she had given him.

"Good enough," Cory said, "but we'll be working on the enthusiasm next time. Now, stand up and put your arms on the edge of the tub, ass toward me." He helped her, making her stand up and then forcing her forward to fall upon the edge, her bare ass waiting. "Good girl," he said, moving up to her. He started grinding against her ass, his shaft between her soft cheeks. "I can't wait to fill you up, Clarissa."

"What, Cory? No." But Clarissa went with him and her ass was in the air his cock pressing against her as her brain was crying for this to make any sense. Her nephew wanted to fuck her.

Her brain couldn't understand what was happening but she focused on looking out of the tub. Staring at the wall she focused on a painting of the sea. She imagined herself on a boat with a stranger behind her and she didn't know him.

That way it wouldn't be like this but it felt so good her body humming with delight at the thought of being fucked and her nephew did seem to be a person who liked it rough.

Cory reached down and parted her legs, bending slightly to guide his cock into her slick tunnel. He reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling forcefully as he moaned with satisfaction as her pussy enveloped him.

"Mmm... that's it," he growled as he began fucking into her enough to open her entirely. Then he slammed into her, almost knocking her to her knees with the force, then again.. and again. Soon, the room was filled with only the sound of the hot tub jets and the slapping of his hips against her ass... and her growing mewls of pleasure.

"Fuck, Cory." Clarissa cried out as he wedged himself into her. Her body was not from the water she tried to rationally claim. But deep down she knew it was because of him. The way he pulled her hair released a small surprised gasp and all she did was whimper and cry out as he forced himself into her further and further again. "Cory." She cried out before her body shook with a fierce orgasm, her body happy and content with her nephew's mighty body.

"There it is... " Cory said, giving her ass a playful swat as he waited for her climax to side. "Look at the amazing horny woman you are... cumming all over her nephew's cock for the first time." "Now it's my turn to cum," he said, thrusting in again, his hand grabbing both of her hands and pulling them back behind her for leverage.

Now the smacking noise was joined by his own grunts as he fucked her harder and harder. Her whole, luscious body shook with each thrust until at last he cried out in ecstasy as he pumped surge after surge of spunk into his Aunt's tight pussy. "Yes... Yes!" he groaned, a fantasy many years in the making coming true. "Well, that's a good start," he said. "Let's get dried off and go up to your room. I can't wait to fuck you in your own bed."

"Fuck me." Clarissa cried out as he tensed and came inside her body. She shook with it and was surprised by how it felt and coming down from it she leaned over the ridge and took a deep breath.

"Cory no. I'm sorry I am the adult and I was weak. We can't you and I are family." She stated as she moved out of the hot tub and grabbed her towel wrapping it around her body. "Damn, you... why... this is so confusing." She said as she sat down on her chair and leaned her head into her hands.

Cory got out of the tub and toweled himself off, but let the towel fall, walking to her, his already recovering cock dangling half mast at eye level.

"Clarissa, I'm an adult too... and I'm in charge now. I'm telling you how it is. We are going to fuck... a lot. I just rocked your world and you know it. Now, I know you won't tell my parents because you're too ashamed. How about this... we've already done the damage for today. Let's just keep going for tonight and tomorrow we can talk. We can either chalk it up to the weed and alcohol and say it was a mistake, or we can keep it going. Now. Stand up and go to your room. Wait for me on the bed, dressed just like that."

Why was it the moment he took charge like that Clarissa felt her insides twist and turn. Her body was molded and waiting for another round. He then told her that they already did tonight so they would continue. She nodded and stood up going upstairs like she was told. In that instance she had no idea why she was doing as her nephew who was about 15 years younger than her tell her what to do.

"Clarissa what in heavens name are you doing?" She asked herself in her dresser mirror before laying on the bed her knees bent and legs spread. Ready for more even though she realized just how insane she was.

Cory followed her not long after, going to his room and returning with a small bag. "Good girl," Cory said, seeing her on the bed. "Following orders as I asked. We're going to get along well. Now, we're going to have a little fun." He set the bag on the ground beside the bed and pulled out a blindfold.

"Here, put this on first," he said, sliding it over her and being sure her eyes were covered. "Now, no peeking." Before doing anything else, he took a small camera out of the bag and started it, setting it up on her dresser with a full view of her room. Then, he climbed onto the bed and straddled her. "Now tell me Aunt Clarissa. Are you excited to fuck your nephew again?"

He came into the room with a bag, watching him carefully Clarissa took the mask and placed it over her eyes. She had never done this before and as she laid back she was surprised that she saw nothing. She was surprised when she felt him on her. "Cory I'm so high and drunk it's been so long my body is grateful for male company." She said trying to put it into context that her brain could rationalize and not absolutely lose it.

"Tell me you want me," Cory said, kissing her neck and then finding a nipple to take in his mouth and tease. Lifting his head, he spoke again. "Tell me how much you want me. Not any male. Me. My cock. My spunk." He lowered his head to the other breast, kissing and teasing while he caressed her other breast.

Clarissa's heart was racing at the thought of everything that was going. She watched him carefully as he kissed her breasts. She leaned up and took his face into her hands. "Fine, yes I need you, I want you." She said even though her brain was far from anything smart she leaned up and kissed him. "Now if you want this fuck me before I fall asleep." She said with a small laugh as she looked carefully at him, waiting to decide what she was going to do. Was she really okay with what was happening?

*Well, that won't work on the video,* Cory thought, a bit annoyed... but still, she was saying yes. He began kissing her slowly, first her neck, then her belly, then her breasts—savoring their fullness by kissing every part of them before focusing in on her nipples. Then, he went lower, kissing her pussy before dipping a tongue into her labia and not being dissatisfied to taste himself in her until he finally returned to her face, hoping he had driven her crazy. He pushed back the mask and kissed her lips. "Are you ready?"

With each touch it sent her into overdrive, Clarissa wanted more from him but he wasn't giving what she wanted. She was sitting their as he kissed over her body, with the darkness she tried to imagine it being anyone else, but it was her nephew and she knew it very well, then he pushed away her mask. She saw his face and kissed her, she pressed her lips back and kissed him, the way she found the taste of him and her fluids on his lips and when he spoke she nodded. "Yes, Cory." She muttered realizing he worked her up so much she wanted him. "Please."

Cory pushed into her and grinned. "Mmm, it's not often I get my own sloppy seconds," he said. "If I say so myself, my cum makes pretty good lube." He started fucking her slowly, but deeply, but then picked up the pace, lifting his hips with each thrust and pounding into her.

It was one of his sources of pride, his stamina. Especially after the first climax of the night, he had essentially trained himself to be tireless and last as long as he wished. He fucked her rapidly, jackhammer style for several minutes until he felt a change in pace was needed.

Rolling her onto her side, he straddled her lower leg and lifted the other, a position which he had found allowed for deeper penetration than any other. "I'm going to split you open, Clarissa," he growled as he started thrusting deep into her, his cock pushing against her cervix with each plunge into her already cum-filled, hot interior.

As he entered Clarissa, she cried out, her body hadn't had too many occasions with a man and she was surprised about how her body felt, it felt so good and different than what her fingers alone could do. As he spoke he seemed so confident, wrapping her arms around his neck she held on to him, waiting and felt him change his pace.

"Cory." She cried out as her body pushed up against him. With a sudden movement, she was rolled on her side and he straddled her lower leg. She kept feeling him pound into her as she cried out, her moans were something loud and fearsome the thought that it was her nephew doing this made it so wrong but felt so right.

"I do believe you will." She responded slowly through the deep breathes she could take.


A young adult male his early twenties, with a strong physique and a sexual stamina that he takes pride in. He is assertive and dominant, often taking charge of situations. His personality shows an individual who is confident to the point of arrogance and unafraid to pursue taboo desires. He also has manipulative tendencies, as seen in how he coerces Clarissa into illicit activities while maintaining control over her actions. Despite this, he does show a certain level of charm which helps him persuade others to follow his lead.

Clarissa gasped as he pulled her hair touching her body again. "You shouldn't be doing this Cory. I'm your mother's sister." She said as he touched her a small moan came out but she bit her lip to prevent any further noise. "Fuck, no we can't do this." She watched him. "Let me go, please Cory." She worried that maybe she did the wrong thing about letting him come here what would people think if they knew.

The pot. Her body. The wine... his lust. It all came to a head. His one hand immobilizing her head, his other left her breast and trailed down, finding the her clit and rubbing roughly. "That's just the point, Aunt Clarissa. You're my hot mother's sister, my milf aunt. You know what Milf stands for right?" Cory figured he'd let her answer that as he did his best to start bringing her pleasure.

As his hand ran down her body, Clarissa gasped before moaning at the intrusion if his fingers. "I know farm well what that word means young man but we ca-" Her words cut off as her busy bucked from the pleasure. "Cory.... No." Her body was not doing a very good job at preventing him from touching her. "Oh fuck don't " was all she could say before leaning into his neck. "Cory." She uttered in delight as her body twisted to the pleasure.

"That's a good milf," Cory said, lowering his lips to her ear and practically growling. "You're going to cum for me now... and then we're going to fuck each other senseless. First here, then in your bedroom... and I'm going to do things to you that you never dared to imagine." He shifted his hand to her neck, gripping tight on the sides to restrict her blood flow, his other hand rubbing faster and faster, fingers starting to dip into her pussy below the water.

As he whispered in her ear, Clarissa heard Cory but her body seemed to be in control as it started to tremble shaking from his touch before gasping for breath as he constricted her airway. Suddenly her orgasm took control and she shrieked as her body spasmed with delight from his touch. Leaning forward in defeat her surprise that he just did that to her.

Rationality was leaving her and she wondered how she would ever get it back.could she blame it on the madness from COVID? That she was blinded? But his touch was divine as she slowly came down from her high she looked at him wondering what to think or do next.

"You liked that, didn't you," Cory said. "You loved it, actually. It's the most exciting thing you've done in years, right?" He kept his hand possessively on her throat, grinding his cock against her chest, her tits beckoning to wrap around him. He waited for her answer.

"Cory I won't deny but that was very wrong. You and I are related." Clarissa spoke to him and smiled her body relaxing from everything. "We just can't come back from something like this." She wanted to know that he understood what she was saying. "Why do you want this? Aren't you disgusted?" She said as her breathing was returning to normal her body excited still and had trouble trying to believe the shit she was selling him. Why not? It was just them. But sensible her continued to fight against it.

Cory grabbed her hand and forced it onto his cock. "Does that feel like I'm disgusted?" he asked, guiding her hand to begin stroking him. "I've been thinking about you for years, my lovely Aunt. Didn't you ever about all those crusty towels in the laundry when I came to visit? Didn't you ever wonder if I was thinking about you when I jerked my big teenage cock in my room? Didn't it turn you on... just a little to think about that?"

"Fuck, this isn't right. What if people find out?" Clarissa asked looking at him carefully as she began to stroke his cock, knowing he fucked her. "You're a boy I didn't think it was me. Anyone but me." She confessed as her brain brought her back to all the moments in time where she caught him glancing at her. She always thought he admired her. "What about girls your own age?" She asked as she continued to move her hand on succession along his manhood watching him and deciding what her brain thought of it all.

Cory had started losing patience with her... not answering any of his questions like he wanted. *smack* His hand met her cheek. Not overly hard, but enough to make it sting. "Repeat after me, Clarissa." *I dream about fucking my nephew's cock.* "Say it."

He looked upset and then he smacked her and Clarissa was taken back by the assault to her face. Rubbing it with her free hand to put the sting out of mind. "Cory that's not nice." She said before hearing what he wanted her to say. She wanted to laugh, she wanted to cry out she didn't know what was happening. Maybe the drugs were affecting him badly. "I dream about fucking my nephew's cock." She said hoping he would stop now even though the words wasn't something she really believed. She just wanted him to stop to go up to his room and rest off everything she had given him.

"Good enough," Cory said, "but we'll be working on the enthusiasm next time. Now, stand up and put your arms on the edge of the tub, ass toward me." He helped her, making her stand up and then forcing her forward to fall upon the edge, her bare ass waiting. "Good girl," he said, moving up to her. He started grinding against her ass, his shaft between her soft cheeks. "I can't wait to fill you up, Clarissa."

"What, Cory? No." But Clarissa went with him and her ass was in the air his cock pressing against her as her brain was crying for this to make any sense. Her nephew wanted to fuck her.

Her brain couldn't understand what was happening but she focused on looking out of the tub. Staring at the wall she focused on a painting of the sea. She imagined herself on a boat with a stranger behind her and she didn't know him.

That way it wouldn't be like this but it felt so good her body humming with delight at the thought of being fucked and her nephew did seem to be a person who liked it rough.

Cory reached down and parted her legs, bending slightly to guide his cock into her slick tunnel. He reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling forcefully as he moaned with satisfaction as her pussy enveloped him.

"Mmm... that's it," he growled as he began fucking into her enough to open her entirely. Then he slammed into her, almost knocking her to her knees with the force, then again.. and again. Soon, the room was filled with only the sound of the hot tub jets and the slapping of his hips against her ass... and her growing mewls of pleasure.

"Fuck, Cory." Clarissa cried out as he wedged himself into her. Her body was not from the water she tried to rationally claim. But deep down she knew it was because of him. The way he pulled her hair released a small surprised gasp and all she did was whimper and cry out as he forced himself into her further and further again. "Cory." She cried out before her body shook with a fierce orgasm, her body happy and content with her nephew's mighty body.

"There it is... " Cory said, giving her ass a playful swat as he waited for her climax to side. "Look at the amazing horny woman you are... cumming all over her nephew's cock for the first time." "Now it's my turn to cum," he said, thrusting in again, his hand grabbing both of her hands and pulling them back behind her for leverage.

Now the smacking noise was joined by his own grunts as he fucked her harder and harder. Her whole, luscious body shook with each thrust until at last he cried out in ecstasy as he pumped surge after surge of spunk into his Aunt's tight pussy. "Yes... Yes!" he groaned, a fantasy many years in the making coming true. "Well, that's a good start," he said. "Let's get dried off and go up to your room. I can't wait to fuck you in your own bed."

"Fuck me." Clarissa cried out as he tensed and came inside her body. She shook with it and was surprised by how it felt and coming down from it she leaned over the ridge and took a deep breath.

"Cory no. I'm sorry I am the adult and I was weak. We can't you and I are family." She stated as she moved out of the hot tub and grabbed her towel wrapping it around her body. "Damn, you... why... this is so confusing." She said as she sat down on her chair and leaned her head into her hands.

Cory got out of the tub and toweled himself off, but let the towel fall, walking to her, his already recovering cock dangling half mast at eye level.

"Clarissa, I'm an adult too... and I'm in charge now. I'm telling you how it is. We are going to fuck... a lot. I just rocked your world and you know it. Now, I know you won't tell my parents because you're too ashamed. How about this... we've already done the damage for today. Let's just keep going for tonight and tomorrow we can talk. We can either chalk it up to the weed and alcohol and say it was a mistake, or we can keep it going. Now. Stand up and go to your room. Wait for me on the bed, dressed just like that."

Why was it the moment he took charge like that Clarissa felt her insides twist and turn. Her body was molded and waiting for another round. He then told her that they already did tonight so they would continue. She nodded and stood up going upstairs like she was told. In that instance she had no idea why she was doing as her nephew who was about 15 years younger than her tell her what to do.

"Clarissa what in heavens name are you doing?" She asked herself in her dresser mirror before laying on the bed her knees bent and legs spread. Ready for more even though she realized just how insane she was.

Cory followed her not long after, going to his room and returning with a small bag. "Good girl," Cory said, seeing her on the bed. "Following orders as I asked. We're going to get along well. Now, we're going to have a little fun." He set the bag on the ground beside the bed and pulled out a blindfold.

"Here, put this on first," he said, sliding it over her and being sure her eyes were covered. "Now, no peeking." Before doing anything else, he took a small camera out of the bag and started it, setting it up on her dresser with a full view of her room. Then, he climbed onto the bed and straddled her. "Now tell me Aunt Clarissa. Are you excited to fuck your nephew again?"

He came into the room with a bag, watching him carefully Clarissa took the mask and placed it over her eyes. She had never done this before and as she laid back she was surprised that she saw nothing. She was surprised when she felt him on her. "Cory I'm so high and drunk it's been so long my body is grateful for male company." She said trying to put it into context that her brain could rationalize and not absolutely lose it.

"Tell me you want me," Cory said, kissing her neck and then finding a nipple to take in his mouth and tease. Lifting his head, he spoke again. "Tell me how much you want me. Not any male. Me. My cock. My spunk." He lowered his head to the other breast, kissing and teasing while he caressed her other breast.

Clarissa's heart was racing at the thought of everything that was going. She watched him carefully as he kissed her breasts. She leaned up and took his face into her hands. "Fine, yes I need you, I want you." She said even though her brain was far from anything smart she leaned up and kissed him. "Now if you want this fuck me before I fall asleep." She said with a small laugh as she looked carefully at him, waiting to decide what she was going to do. Was she really okay with what was happening?

*Well, that won't work on the video,* Cory thought, a bit annoyed... but still, she was saying yes. He began kissing her slowly, first her neck, then her belly, then her breasts—savoring their fullness by kissing every part of them before focusing in on her nipples. Then, he went lower, kissing her pussy before dipping a tongue into her labia and not being dissatisfied to taste himself in her until he finally returned to her face, hoping he had driven her crazy. He pushed back the mask and kissed her lips. "Are you ready?"

With each touch it sent her into overdrive, Clarissa wanted more from him but he wasn't giving what she wanted. She was sitting their as he kissed over her body, with the darkness she tried to imagine it being anyone else, but it was her nephew and she knew it very well, then he pushed away her mask. She saw his face and kissed her, she pressed her lips back and kissed him, the way she found the taste of him and her fluids on his lips and when he spoke she nodded. "Yes, Cory." She muttered realizing he worked her up so much she wanted him. "Please."

Cory pushed into her and grinned. "Mmm, it's not often I get my own sloppy seconds," he said. "If I say so myself, my cum makes pretty good lube." He started fucking her slowly, but deeply, but then picked up the pace, lifting his hips with each thrust and pounding into her.

It was one of his sources of pride, his stamina. Especially after the first climax of the night, he had essentially trained himself to be tireless and last as long as he wished. He fucked her rapidly, jackhammer style for several minutes until he felt a change in pace was needed.

Rolling her onto her side, he straddled her lower leg and lifted the other, a position which he had found allowed for deeper penetration than any other. "I'm going to split you open, Clarissa," he growled as he started thrusting deep into her, his cock pushing against her cervix with each plunge into her already cum-filled, hot interior.

As he entered Clarissa, she cried out, her body hadn't had too many occasions with a man and she was surprised about how her body felt, it felt so good and different than what her fingers alone could do. As he spoke he seemed so confident, wrapping her arms around his neck she held on to him, waiting and felt him change his pace.

"Cory." She cried out as her body pushed up against him. With a sudden movement, she was rolled on her side and he straddled her lower leg. She kept feeling him pound into her as she cried out, her moans were something loud and fearsome the thought that it was her nephew doing this made it so wrong but felt so right.

"I do believe you will." She responded slowly through the deep breathes she could take.

Cory grabbed her hand and guided it down to her own clit. "You know, nothing gets me off quite like watching a woman get herself off," he said. "Do that for me, Clarissa. I'll keep fucking you and I want to watch you rub yourself until you lose your mind." He loved his view, her voluptuous body bouncing with each impact of his hips against her ass... ripples cascading back and forth in an almost hypnotizing way.