A man of strong build and rugged charm, reflecting his life as a witch hunter. His eyes carry the determination and passion of his beliefs, yet they soften when he shows empathy or affection. He exudes confidence and courage but isn't afraid to show vulnerability when he's unsure or conflicted. Despite being raised with the belief that witches are evil, he possesses an open mind that allows him to question his preconceived notions about them. Jack is protective by nature, always ready to stand up for those who cannot defend themselves, even if it goes against his initial purpose as a witch hunter. He has a teasing sense of humor which lightens up serious situations and brings comfort to those around him.

Jack stood at her side as she narrated the tragic, the brutal death of her parents at the hands of witch hunters. Part of him felt like defending them for he at once stood for similar beliefs, but it was clear that they were wrong and even worse, she saw it all, endured that grief and still chose to help him. He was a bit speechless after the story unsure of how to show her that he understood and yet the fact that he was a hunter it was very hard for her to ever trust him.

"I am sorry!" Jack moved closer and knowing she would be skeptical of any affection, but still she needed to know that he was there and to help. Jack arms embraced her for a firm tight hug. They were evil men indeed and their actions deserve punishment. "I am grateful for your help and I know your mother would have been proud to know that despite what you have seen and know you still helped me!"

Alanna jumped feeling his arms around her she hadn't expected another show of affection from him but she leaned into him. It was comforting being held while she was crying, she didn't often let people see her this way. "I know she would be happy with me" She said softly "I... I wanted revenge... once... but... it wouldn't bring her back... it would only condemn me."

She looked into his eyes he may have been a witch hunter but he didn't seem like the others. The tales she heard from the villagers of accused innocents being tortured.

"I am sorry for what happened to your mother" She said to him "Harm against others is forbidden by our laws... but... some choose to break them... the number grows in these times..." Her familiar stepped toward him looking at him as if judging him and gauging him. It stayed like that a few moments before moving forward to nuzzle him like a normal cat would. It then moved into the darkness of the trees its job finished.

Jack felt her body jerk, but almost instantly in settled into the warmth of his arms. It was a warm feeling that he could be there for her and he patted her softly as a means to show his support for her in what might be considered a vulnerable moment.

He couldn't understand her reaction about not wanting revenge though. This was at the heart of his life. He was hunting witches to avenge the death of his mother. Yet she who had suffered even more was being the forgiving type. "Maybe revenge isn't the best, but you can't believe that leaving the committed of those crime alone. What is to stop them from repeating it?" His tone showing the passion of his belief.

He had to calm down to think and it was then the strange creature came to him. He was caution at first and then playfully rubbed against him. "What does that mean?" He asked curiously as the animal vanished into the woods.

"I cannot seek them out... to seek punishment would merely get me tried as a witch" Alanna said softly "They were fighting a witch no court would punish them."

She knew they were free and getting herself killed would render her mother's sacrifice meaningless. It was only a matter of time before they found her as well. She was no fighter her power would not be enough to protect her. She only hoped her mother's was. Glancing down she smiled as her familiar showed affection to him.

"Melusine has decided you're not a threat to me" She said with a light smile "She has even accepted your presence... that is a rare thing"

Jack could feel the sorrow of that gaping part to her history. "I can help you with that, with taking revenge!" He was not a blood thirsty person, but he did believe in equity. "I know just as there are bad witches there are bad people. I cannot knowingly ignore them." He knew that was the reason she feared him, maybe she thought he was one of the group that is hunting her out.

He squeezed her a bit tighter. "You have healed my scars, but there are scar inside you that needs healing. I know you can't take a life, and we won't but we do need to punish them for their sins! Don't you know spells to turn them into animals or something?"

He smiled about being welcomed and only had one question for her. "Have you accepted my presence?"

"I would not use my gifts in the pursuit of vengeance" Alanna said softly "To do so would make me no better than the ones who wronged me."

She knew if she gave in to the desire to harm there would be no returning to her former self. Her life would not be led with revenge her mother would never have permitted it When he asked his question she looked at him she had accepted his presence this man that could have murdered her.

"I... I have" She said softly. He was not one the monsters that haunted her memories and she was grateful for that. It showed hope that an understanding could be forged that one day her people could live free among the world again.

It was hard for Jack to accept her answer about vengeance, but when she said that she accepted him, it was such a comforting thought. They were on their way to the village to part ways. He let go of the hug and smiled. "Does that mean I can stay with you in the woods? If other hunters come, I will be there at your side."

"It is your choice" Alanna said with a light smile "I will not force you to stay nor will I force you to go."

She didn't know which she wanted though if she stayed the risk of being found by other hunters was a big risk. If he stayed with her and she was discovered he'd be killed for aiding a witch. The village might be out of danger they had a story saying she was a rumor and they were too scared to seek her out to make sure. "You will have safe passage in this forest no matter your choice" She told him.

She was such a zen like character never making any decisive choices. "I'm not asking you to force me to stay or leave! I'm asking if your smile would be wider if I did!" Jack couldn't help but notice the light smile, it was a rare thing and he had to comment on it.

"I know what I want! I would love to help such a good soul, but I'm a hunter, I know it maybe hard for you!" It was the main reason he gave her a choice.

"I have been alone since I was small..." Alanna said softly "I would welcome company... but... if another hunter discovers me... anyone else with me would suffer for it as well..."

She was not willing to get someone hurt just because her life is lonely but she wasn't going to send him away. He may be a witch hunter but when he had the chance to kill her he didn't. Many hunters would never have treated her so kind and may have accused her to get something out of her. He was nothing like them and she did want him to stay with her.

"I want you to stay... but... I'm not..." She let out a soft sigh "I don't want to put you at risk..."

Jack knew from her tone, that revelation must be very difficult for her. Instantly he came back with an even more affectionate tight hug. "I want to stay as well!" He stopped her comment about the dangers about being close to her. "You saved my life!" His head softly on her shoulders, his lips close to her ear. "I think that the warmth of being close to you is far more appealing than the chance of death." He turned her back into the direction they came from. "Let go home!"

Alanna leaned into his hug she didn't know what had made her want him to stay but she really did. When he turned them around she gave him a bright smile.

"Do you mind if we make a stop first" She asked him "I have something I need to get..." She figured she could trust him and she would need her Grammayre for recipes and the like.

The hug only strenghten the budding bond that was forming between them. He felt that he could trust her a bit more and from her comments, she was trusting him as well. "Not at all, but how far is the village from here?" Jack asked with a little more confidence of being around her. "I should get a real weapon, just to protect my magical maiden off course!" He added a little flirt hoping to be rewarded with another smile.

"We are halfway to the village..." Alanna said to him smiling at the magical maiden comment "We will have to stay the night if we go." She was fine either way of they went to the village she would wait until tomorrow to retrieve her things.

"There are dangers in this forest that are a lot more natural after dark" She explained "It is why I rarely visit the village... I do not like to linger... if hunters were to find me..." She knew it was better for the village if she were to spend as little time there as was possible.

Jack smiled as the little flirt made her smile. She was naturally pretty, but when those lips widen it was an even more spectacular sight. It made him feel warm and happy inside. "To the village then?"

Jack knew she had a lot of heavy thoughts on her mind, a lot to worry about, but he wanted her to have some moments of joy. "They must really appreciate you in the village!" He wanted to point out something positive and she was helping them.

"I have kept many from being widowed" Alanna said smiling "I also trained the local midwife... but I merely help because I can... not for any other reason." Alanna provided help to the village and in return they often helped her. Meat from the hunters kept her alive in the winter.

"They also keep me safe... they could turn me in" She said to him "Could trap me in the village and let Witch Hunters have me... I consider myself lucky they see me as more than a Witch..."

She stood and took his hand to lead them to the village the air of the forest didn't seem as threatening to him as before. A companion was something she'd never had but it felt nice to have someone with her that knew who she was and cared for her.

She was being modest and it was a trait liked. Jack didn't know why but maybe she liked to downplay her importance. Maybe it was a way to deal with the threat of the hunters, to think that if anything ever happened to her, they would continue... of course maybe she was naturally like that caring for others more than her own self.

When her hand took his, he felt his heart race. He squeezed back tightly. "You know I will do all that I can to keep you safe!" He didn't know why but the forest was looking almost peaceful, the most perfect place in the world. He could only feel seeing her smile caused that. It was now pure joy to walk with her under the green trees.

"I would prefer it if you would run... if I get discovered by another hunter" Alanna said softly "I do not want anyone to be hurt protecting me..." She watched the path not wanting to think about other hunters finding her. Her life was peaceful and she wanted to keep it that way for as long as she could. She wanted to live long enough to see the witch hunters fade to legend and her people to return to the open.

"Let us not dwell on that train of thought" She said softly "It may never happen..." She was silent for the remainder of the trip as they walked trying to focus on the path and not thoughts of what would happen to the both of them. The gates of the village came into view just beyond the treeline a pair of guards were standing at them mostly there to keep wolves and bears from entering and attacking villagers.

Jack smiled all the way, his thoughts on how selfless she really was. He knew her mind wouldn't change. His mind wouldn't change as well. He was determined to stay at her side. He wanted to be a little more like her. That was strange, who would have thought Jack a witch hunter would want to be more like a witch. Sooner than expected they were at the gates of the village.

There were two strong guards, but they seem to know her. He allowed her to greet them first before inquiring where to find a black smith. Off course the presence of her seem to spread and almost instantly a young lad was at her side requesting her help as his father had an accident in the woods. "Go ahead, I know you must help him. I can meet you back after I fetch a new sword."

The guards stopped them and Alanna merely smiled before offering then a respectful bow. They allowed them to bass and she led him into the village looking around. It was a normal village the people dressed in functional clothes the homes weren't particularly large or fancy. She loved that it was small and relaxed and she wanted to live inside the village but it was better for her not to attempt it. She was pulled out of her thoughts by a child's voice and knelt down while he asked for her help.

"Of course little one" She said smiling before looking up at him "Alright then I'll meet you back at the in ...it's the large building with a hog's head over the door." She smiled before going with the boy she would see if anyone else needed assistance while she was here.

Jack smiled as her beauty seem to radiate as her passion to help led her away with the young lad. He grinned as he looked where her hand pointed. A stuffed hog head suggesting it was a tavern of some sort. He nodded and watched as she tenderly moved away with the little one.

When she was out of sight, he went on his quest. The black smith was very helpful until he asked if there was holy water to bless his knew blade. His attitude quickly changed. It was a sign that they were truly on her side. He didn't even want to sell him the sword after.

He even tried his best to explain that he had no intention of harming their magical maiden, but the man wouldn't budge. He had to leave without any arms. He was a little more aware of his words. His best choice was to meet her and then led her to the blacksmith before he could be armed. He went to the meeting place and waited.

Alanna followed the boy to his cottage and went inside to take care of his father it was a particularly nasty wound. He claimed to have gotten caught in a bear trap but she knew the signs of wolf attacks. He must have come up with the story to keep his family from worrying.

"You need to be more careful in the woods" She said weaving a simple spell over his wounds to heal them.

She didn't have any herbs or poultices for his wounds and without the proper care infection was likely so she did what she does best healing spells. He thanked her heartily and asked if she would stay for supper but she explained her meeting and they extended the invitation she couldn't refuse. She would go fetch him and return she made her way to the Inn with a large smile on her face waving at the people she passed by. The village always made her happy to see the people she helped was something she looked forward every time she came.

When Jack got to the inn, he smiled brightly on seeing her. "Umm do you mind coming with me to the blacksmith? He thinks I probably wants to harm you!" He spoke in a light happy tone not really offended by it. He could see she was a sort of celebrity her and well her company made him feel special. He actually hugged her lightly to show his affection.

"Well... uhmm... we were invited to eat with Michael and his family" Alanna said "To thank me for helping... we can go to the blacksmith afterward..." She would need to speak with the blacksmith, turning someone away on the grounds of being a hunter would spell trouble for him and his family. Though first she wanted to make sure that they had some food before anything else. "Please... Michael's wife Elsa is a wonderful cook" She added for incentive.

Jack did want a weapon, but he didn't feel threaten in the village, in fact it was quite peaceful. Additionally she was using her smile with her plea for him to go to dinner. It was special that she wanted him as a guest, it spoke volume to how much she has accepted him into her life.

"Well only because of that pretty smile magic maiden!" He teased as he agreed. "But note my table manners aren't the best!" He didn't know what to expect and maybe an excuse in case he made a fool of himself was necessary.

"Elsa has two boys I doubt you could gross her out" Alanna said smiling hooking her arm in his "Come on we can visit Keilan later"

She walked with him smiling leading him back toward Michael's home she hoped that his profession wouldn't come to light. Elsa and her family had always been more than kind and were more than vocal about their hatred of witch hunters having lost a daughter when they'd been in another village to them. That shouldn't come to light but she would watch her words.

"People are staring..." She murmured noticing the villagers looking at them "Is it such a shock to see me with someone..." William the youngest of Elza's boys smiled brightly when they approached and waved shouting that they were there. Alanna giggled shaking her head she loved kids they were always so carefree happy.

Jack was loving the feeling of being in her arms. He at times felt jealous as he saw young couple enjoying the bliss of youth, but he always had the excuse that his work was to make sure they could live in peace. Now he wasn't so sure of his work and even better he was feeling the joy of feeling close to someone. Someone exactly opposite from him.

"I guess if after seeing all your life alone, it would be such a surprise." He laughed after as he followed her learning the names of her friends in the village. "You know it's funny, I'm actually feeling more scare of your friends than that of um any foe I've faced in the past. What if they don't like me?" He could tell they were very protective of her. Even though she probably scolded them, they certainly did care.


A woman of enchanting beauty, radiating an aura of serenity and kindness that makes her naturally attractive. Her eyes hold a depth of wisdom and sadness, reflecting the tragic past she has endured. She carries herself with grace and humility, always ready to help those in need without seeking any recognition or reward. Despite being a witch, she exhibits an unwavering pacifism even towards those who have wronged her. Her strength lies not only in her magical abilities but also in her resilience and capacity for forgiveness. She's generally reserved but displays genuine warmth towards those she trusts.

Jack stood at her side as she narrated the tragic, the brutal death of her parents at the hands of witch hunters. Part of him felt like defending them for he at once stood for similar beliefs, but it was clear that they were wrong and even worse, she saw it all, endured that grief and still chose to help him. He was a bit speechless after the story unsure of how to show her that he understood and yet the fact that he was a hunter it was very hard for her to ever trust him.

"I am sorry!" Jack moved closer and knowing she would be skeptical of any affection, but still she needed to know that he was there and to help. Jack arms embraced her for a firm tight hug. They were evil men indeed and their actions deserve punishment. "I am grateful for your help and I know your mother would have been proud to know that despite what you have seen and know you still helped me!"

Alanna jumped feeling his arms around her she hadn't expected another show of affection from him but she leaned into him. It was comforting being held while she was crying, she didn't often let people see her this way. "I know she would be happy with me" She said softly "I... I wanted revenge... once... but... it wouldn't bring her back... it would only condemn me."

She looked into his eyes he may have been a witch hunter but he didn't seem like the others. The tales she heard from the villagers of accused innocents being tortured.

"I am sorry for what happened to your mother" She said to him "Harm against others is forbidden by our laws... but... some choose to break them... the number grows in these times..." Her familiar stepped toward him looking at him as if judging him and gauging him. It stayed like that a few moments before moving forward to nuzzle him like a normal cat would. It then moved into the darkness of the trees its job finished.

Jack felt her body jerk, but almost instantly in settled into the warmth of his arms. It was a warm feeling that he could be there for her and he patted her softly as a means to show his support for her in what might be considered a vulnerable moment.

He couldn't understand her reaction about not wanting revenge though. This was at the heart of his life. He was hunting witches to avenge the death of his mother. Yet she who had suffered even more was being the forgiving type. "Maybe revenge isn't the best, but you can't believe that leaving the committed of those crime alone. What is to stop them from repeating it?" His tone showing the passion of his belief.

He had to calm down to think and it was then the strange creature came to him. He was caution at first and then playfully rubbed against him. "What does that mean?" He asked curiously as the animal vanished into the woods.

"I cannot seek them out... to seek punishment would merely get me tried as a witch" Alanna said softly "They were fighting a witch no court would punish them."

She knew they were free and getting herself killed would render her mother's sacrifice meaningless. It was only a matter of time before they found her as well. She was no fighter her power would not be enough to protect her. She only hoped her mother's was. Glancing down she smiled as her familiar showed affection to him.

"Melusine has decided you're not a threat to me" She said with a light smile "She has even accepted your presence... that is a rare thing"

Jack could feel the sorrow of that gaping part to her history. "I can help you with that, with taking revenge!" He was not a blood thirsty person, but he did believe in equity. "I know just as there are bad witches there are bad people. I cannot knowingly ignore them." He knew that was the reason she feared him, maybe she thought he was one of the group that is hunting her out.

He squeezed her a bit tighter. "You have healed my scars, but there are scar inside you that needs healing. I know you can't take a life, and we won't but we do need to punish them for their sins! Don't you know spells to turn them into animals or something?"

He smiled about being welcomed and only had one question for her. "Have you accepted my presence?"

"I would not use my gifts in the pursuit of vengeance" Alanna said softly "To do so would make me no better than the ones who wronged me."

She knew if she gave in to the desire to harm there would be no returning to her former self. Her life would not be led with revenge her mother would never have permitted it When he asked his question she looked at him she had accepted his presence this man that could have murdered her.

"I... I have" She said softly. He was not one the monsters that haunted her memories and she was grateful for that. It showed hope that an understanding could be forged that one day her people could live free among the world again.

It was hard for Jack to accept her answer about vengeance, but when she said that she accepted him, it was such a comforting thought. They were on their way to the village to part ways. He let go of the hug and smiled. "Does that mean I can stay with you in the woods? If other hunters come, I will be there at your side."

"It is your choice" Alanna said with a light smile "I will not force you to stay nor will I force you to go."

She didn't know which she wanted though if she stayed the risk of being found by other hunters was a big risk. If he stayed with her and she was discovered he'd be killed for aiding a witch. The village might be out of danger they had a story saying she was a rumor and they were too scared to seek her out to make sure. "You will have safe passage in this forest no matter your choice" She told him.

She was such a zen like character never making any decisive choices. "I'm not asking you to force me to stay or leave! I'm asking if your smile would be wider if I did!" Jack couldn't help but notice the light smile, it was a rare thing and he had to comment on it.

"I know what I want! I would love to help such a good soul, but I'm a hunter, I know it maybe hard for you!" It was the main reason he gave her a choice.

"I have been alone since I was small..." Alanna said softly "I would welcome company... but... if another hunter discovers me... anyone else with me would suffer for it as well..."

She was not willing to get someone hurt just because her life is lonely but she wasn't going to send him away. He may be a witch hunter but when he had the chance to kill her he didn't. Many hunters would never have treated her so kind and may have accused her to get something out of her. He was nothing like them and she did want him to stay with her.

"I want you to stay... but... I'm not..." She let out a soft sigh "I don't want to put you at risk..."

Jack knew from her tone, that revelation must be very difficult for her. Instantly he came back with an even more affectionate tight hug. "I want to stay as well!" He stopped her comment about the dangers about being close to her. "You saved my life!" His head softly on her shoulders, his lips close to her ear. "I think that the warmth of being close to you is far more appealing than the chance of death." He turned her back into the direction they came from. "Let go home!"

Alanna leaned into his hug she didn't know what had made her want him to stay but she really did. When he turned them around she gave him a bright smile.

"Do you mind if we make a stop first" She asked him "I have something I need to get..." She figured she could trust him and she would need her Grammayre for recipes and the like.

The hug only strenghten the budding bond that was forming between them. He felt that he could trust her a bit more and from her comments, she was trusting him as well. "Not at all, but how far is the village from here?" Jack asked with a little more confidence of being around her. "I should get a real weapon, just to protect my magical maiden off course!" He added a little flirt hoping to be rewarded with another smile.

"We are halfway to the village..." Alanna said to him smiling at the magical maiden comment "We will have to stay the night if we go." She was fine either way of they went to the village she would wait until tomorrow to retrieve her things.

"There are dangers in this forest that are a lot more natural after dark" She explained "It is why I rarely visit the village... I do not like to linger... if hunters were to find me..." She knew it was better for the village if she were to spend as little time there as was possible.

Jack smiled as the little flirt made her smile. She was naturally pretty, but when those lips widen it was an even more spectacular sight. It made him feel warm and happy inside. "To the village then?"

Jack knew she had a lot of heavy thoughts on her mind, a lot to worry about, but he wanted her to have some moments of joy. "They must really appreciate you in the village!" He wanted to point out something positive and she was helping them.

"I have kept many from being widowed" Alanna said smiling "I also trained the local midwife... but I merely help because I can... not for any other reason." Alanna provided help to the village and in return they often helped her. Meat from the hunters kept her alive in the winter.

"They also keep me safe... they could turn me in" She said to him "Could trap me in the village and let Witch Hunters have me... I consider myself lucky they see me as more than a Witch..."

She stood and took his hand to lead them to the village the air of the forest didn't seem as threatening to him as before. A companion was something she'd never had but it felt nice to have someone with her that knew who she was and cared for her.

She was being modest and it was a trait liked. Jack didn't know why but maybe she liked to downplay her importance. Maybe it was a way to deal with the threat of the hunters, to think that if anything ever happened to her, they would continue... of course maybe she was naturally like that caring for others more than her own self.

When her hand took his, he felt his heart race. He squeezed back tightly. "You know I will do all that I can to keep you safe!" He didn't know why but the forest was looking almost peaceful, the most perfect place in the world. He could only feel seeing her smile caused that. It was now pure joy to walk with her under the green trees.

"I would prefer it if you would run... if I get discovered by another hunter" Alanna said softly "I do not want anyone to be hurt protecting me..." She watched the path not wanting to think about other hunters finding her. Her life was peaceful and she wanted to keep it that way for as long as she could. She wanted to live long enough to see the witch hunters fade to legend and her people to return to the open.

"Let us not dwell on that train of thought" She said softly "It may never happen..." She was silent for the remainder of the trip as they walked trying to focus on the path and not thoughts of what would happen to the both of them. The gates of the village came into view just beyond the treeline a pair of guards were standing at them mostly there to keep wolves and bears from entering and attacking villagers.

Jack smiled all the way, his thoughts on how selfless she really was. He knew her mind wouldn't change. His mind wouldn't change as well. He was determined to stay at her side. He wanted to be a little more like her. That was strange, who would have thought Jack a witch hunter would want to be more like a witch. Sooner than expected they were at the gates of the village.

There were two strong guards, but they seem to know her. He allowed her to greet them first before inquiring where to find a black smith. Off course the presence of her seem to spread and almost instantly a young lad was at her side requesting her help as his father had an accident in the woods. "Go ahead, I know you must help him. I can meet you back after I fetch a new sword."

The guards stopped them and Alanna merely smiled before offering then a respectful bow. They allowed them to bass and she led him into the village looking around. It was a normal village the people dressed in functional clothes the homes weren't particularly large or fancy. She loved that it was small and relaxed and she wanted to live inside the village but it was better for her not to attempt it. She was pulled out of her thoughts by a child's voice and knelt down while he asked for her help.

"Of course little one" She said smiling before looking up at him "Alright then I'll meet you back at the in ...it's the large building with a hog's head over the door." She smiled before going with the boy she would see if anyone else needed assistance while she was here.

Jack smiled as her beauty seem to radiate as her passion to help led her away with the young lad. He grinned as he looked where her hand pointed. A stuffed hog head suggesting it was a tavern of some sort. He nodded and watched as she tenderly moved away with the little one.

When she was out of sight, he went on his quest. The black smith was very helpful until he asked if there was holy water to bless his knew blade. His attitude quickly changed. It was a sign that they were truly on her side. He didn't even want to sell him the sword after.

He even tried his best to explain that he had no intention of harming their magical maiden, but the man wouldn't budge. He had to leave without any arms. He was a little more aware of his words. His best choice was to meet her and then led her to the blacksmith before he could be armed. He went to the meeting place and waited.

Alanna followed the boy to his cottage and went inside to take care of his father it was a particularly nasty wound. He claimed to have gotten caught in a bear trap but she knew the signs of wolf attacks. He must have come up with the story to keep his family from worrying.

"You need to be more careful in the woods" She said weaving a simple spell over his wounds to heal them.

She didn't have any herbs or poultices for his wounds and without the proper care infection was likely so she did what she does best healing spells. He thanked her heartily and asked if she would stay for supper but she explained her meeting and they extended the invitation she couldn't refuse. She would go fetch him and return she made her way to the Inn with a large smile on her face waving at the people she passed by. The village always made her happy to see the people she helped was something she looked forward every time she came.

When Jack got to the inn, he smiled brightly on seeing her. "Umm do you mind coming with me to the blacksmith? He thinks I probably wants to harm you!" He spoke in a light happy tone not really offended by it. He could see she was a sort of celebrity her and well her company made him feel special. He actually hugged her lightly to show his affection.

"Well... uhmm... we were invited to eat with Michael and his family" Alanna said "To thank me for helping... we can go to the blacksmith afterward..." She would need to speak with the blacksmith, turning someone away on the grounds of being a hunter would spell trouble for him and his family. Though first she wanted to make sure that they had some food before anything else. "Please... Michael's wife Elsa is a wonderful cook" She added for incentive.

Jack did want a weapon, but he didn't feel threaten in the village, in fact it was quite peaceful. Additionally she was using her smile with her plea for him to go to dinner. It was special that she wanted him as a guest, it spoke volume to how much she has accepted him into her life.

"Well only because of that pretty smile magic maiden!" He teased as he agreed. "But note my table manners aren't the best!" He didn't know what to expect and maybe an excuse in case he made a fool of himself was necessary.

"Elsa has two boys I doubt you could gross her out" Alanna said smiling hooking her arm in his "Come on we can visit Keilan later"

She walked with him smiling leading him back toward Michael's home she hoped that his profession wouldn't come to light. Elsa and her family had always been more than kind and were more than vocal about their hatred of witch hunters having lost a daughter when they'd been in another village to them. That shouldn't come to light but she would watch her words.

"People are staring..." She murmured noticing the villagers looking at them "Is it such a shock to see me with someone..." William the youngest of Elza's boys smiled brightly when they approached and waved shouting that they were there. Alanna giggled shaking her head she loved kids they were always so carefree happy.

Jack was loving the feeling of being in her arms. He at times felt jealous as he saw young couple enjoying the bliss of youth, but he always had the excuse that his work was to make sure they could live in peace. Now he wasn't so sure of his work and even better he was feeling the joy of feeling close to someone. Someone exactly opposite from him.

"I guess if after seeing all your life alone, it would be such a surprise." He laughed after as he followed her learning the names of her friends in the village. "You know it's funny, I'm actually feeling more scare of your friends than that of um any foe I've faced in the past. What if they don't like me?" He could tell they were very protective of her. Even though she probably scolded them, they certainly did care.

"I am sure they'll love you" Alanna said smiling "Well... don't mention your work... to Elsa or Michael... they lost their daughter to witch hunters not that long ago..."

She felt the need to warn him she didn't know the reaction in fact she knew word had probably gotten out if the blacksmith knew. It made her apprehensive she knew the villagers were very against them and perhaps they would try to hurt him. That thought made her press against him the villagers would only want to protect her but it would be harder for them to believe in a reformed witch hunter.

"I would hope that trouble does not arise" She said "Michael especially holds a deep grudge for Witch Hunters..." She smiled as they approached the house William ran forward expecting a hug which she returned before introducing Jack to him. The boy led them inside where Michael and their oldest Seth were already seated at the table talking seriously.

"Jack this is Michael and his son Seth" She said "Michael's wife Elsa... everyone this is Jack." Michael looked him over before standing up and offering a handshake. "Nice to meet ya lad" He said.


A beautiful woman with an originally modest bust, which was magically enlarged in the story. She has a shapely figure and wears silken robes, indicating her status as a sorceress. Her eyes are expressive and capable of conveying deep emotions such as horror and desperation. As for her personality, Kia is an empathetic individual who underestimated the capabilities of her apprentice. Despite being subjected to humiliation and pain, she maintains an inherent dignity that contrasts sharply with her current circumstances.

Kia continued to cry out, her pleas growing steadily more desperate as panic started to set in. She had hoped Talinar's magic would wear off, but it had lasted several minutes now. The first few minutes of concentration were always the hardest to maintain; after that, it was trivial to maintain a spell once your mind grew accustomed to it. Clearly, she had underestimated her apprentice.

"No, Talinar, please, pweezz—mmmppph!" Kia cried, her eyes widening as she was gagged with the black energy, rendering her almost mute. She continued to try and scream out, but the gag reduced her cries to mere mumbles. Kia was forced to watch helplessly as Talinar started to fuck her breasts like she was some sort of common street whore. Her eyes welled with tears, which leaked down her cheeks as Talinar thrust mercilessly. She squealed out as Talinar suddenly pinched her sensitive nipples, her eyes screwed up with the pain.

"Nnnhhhhh!" Kia cried out through the gag as her breast was slapped, the sensitive flesh instantly reddening. She trembled, snorting for breath as her tits weighed down her chest, tears spilling down her cheeks as her newly enlarged breasts slapped against Talinar's waist and thighs, the sound of flesh striking flesh filling the room and Kia's ears.

Talinar would let out a steady stream of moans as he kept slamming his hips between Kia's breasts, the sheer feeling of victory adding to the pleasure of the fleshy mounds. "Nnf, I think I made these just the right size." His grip would tighten upon the sides of her tits, squeezing them together in a constantly tight grip upon the thrusting erection. As his pace grew harder and the underside of Kia's breasts started to redden from the sheer impact Talinar would scooch further up her body, hammering away into her cleavage as he leaned forward over her. His gaze would meet her own as his thrusts grew quicker and more wild.

His eye contact would be kept up until he let out a howling moan, slamming his hips forward to bury the length fully between them. A hot sensation would begin filling the valley of Kia's chest, her student's semen flooding out plentifully. A good amount of it would be well contained between the woman's breasts, a thick creampie sticking the mounds together while some spurts managed to erupt from the top of them. The woman's chin would be host to several blasts of Talinar's seed, the whole ordeal showing just how much cum Talinar had been saving up.

He'd be breathing heavily after his eruption, eventually his head dropping down to stare at Kia once again. "Very nice... A very good start." He would straighten his posture up once more as his hands both smacked onto the sides of Kia's breasts, squishing them together the whole time he slid his thick cock free of the tight hold. When it finally slipped away he would drop her breasts down, the weight slamming onto Kia's chest as the two breasts spread apart and revealed a spider web of cum that slowly came undone between them. After he'd freed himself Talinar would wave his hand, a magical light moving from it as Kia felt her chest growing lighter and lighter, no longer crushing down onto her form up until it simply felt like a standard weight was on her chest, though her tits were still engorged as Talinar had made them. "There, that should make your breathing easier as I move on." He called up to her before another smack hit the side of one of her breasts.

Kia shuddered as Talinar gripped her new, enlarged breasts even harder, squashing them together and causing the pillowy flesh to grip the sorcerer's cock even more tightly. That, coupled with her breasts' increased sensitivity, allowed Kia to feel every subtle ridge and vein of Talinar's cock as it thrust between her breasts. As Talinar stared down at her Kia stared back mutely, her eyes conveying the sheer horror she felt about being transformed and violated against her will.

And then suddenly the moment Kia had been dreading finally occurred. Kia shuddered and screwed her eyes shut as she felt Talinar cum, his cum filling up the space between her breasts. Kia jerked as she felt some more of it splatter against her neck and chin, her eyes welling with tears of shame and humiliation as Talinar continued to blow his hot, thick load. The sorceress whimpered through her magical gag as Talinar squished her breasts together again and start to pull out. She grunted loudly in pain as he let go, the colossal weight of her breasts forcing the air from her lungs and forcing her to struggle for breath again.

"Mm- mnngggg!" Kia moaned in relief as she suddenly felt her breasts grow lighter and lighter, even as they stayed the same size, allowing her to breathe normally again without the crushing weight on her chest.

"NNNNG!" she choked as Talinar slapped the side of her right breast, drawing more tears to her eyes. She stared up at Talinar hopelessly, tears leaking down her cheeks. Even without the punishing weight bearing down upon her she still felt absolutely wretched.

With the woman still bound and hopeless Talinar would move himself further down her body. She would feel the weight of his form slide down her legs before he hopped off of her. He would grab the woman's side and pushed her, rolling Kia over onto her stomach. As she was turned the woman would feel her new, massive tits act as a huge pair of pillows that kept her torso up above where her lower half currently laid. He would grin and moved behind her, grabbing onto the woman's soft behind through her robe. "Mmm, nice and soft. I'll probably leave this the same for now..." He would chuckle before his hand would strike the woman's ass cheek.

Moments later Kia would feel her robe being bunched and rolled up, helpless to stop the man as he revealed her soft backside to him, her muscles still unable to move of their own volition for the time being as he only grew more accustomed to the strain of the spell upon her. With her robe bunched up he would undo any loincloth she wore and tossed it to the side, revealing her nude holes to the horny young man. "Oooh yes, very nice." He would grin as his hands pressed against her rear, spreading her pussy lips apart to admire from behind.

His palm would land on the woman's soft ass once more before he got to his knees behind her, grabbing her hips and pulling them back for her butt to press right against the cock that had just thoroughly stuffed her cleavage with cum. "I'll make a very good pet of you, Kia." He would start to rock his hips back and forth, letting friction against her soft skin get his cock to start perking up all over again, the thick shaft throbbing against, and eventually between, her thighs.

Having Talinar shift off her body was a small relief, but it didn't help her much; Kia was still restrained by his magic. As she was rolled over Kia screamed out through her magical gag, her colossal breasts moving as if they were just as heavy as they looked. Soon she was laying on her stomach—or, more accurately, her breasts, which acted as pillows, propping up her torso and ass. She whimpered and squealed as Talinar grabbed and struck her ass. For now?! How far was Talinar planning to modify her body against her wishes?

"Nnnh, nnnnhhh!" Kia screamed as she felt her silken robes drawn up, exposing her rear, clad in a pair of purple silk underwear. Kia continued to scream in desperate protest, but she was unable to struggle, unable to stop Talinar from doing whatever the hell he wanted.

And she knew what he wanted. Silent tears leaked down Kia's cheeks as she felt Talinar shift into position behind her, grabbing her shapely hips and pulling them back like she was a marionette. She continued to scream and cry as she was manipulated, her body used to get Talinar's cock erect again, nothing more than a toy—a pet—for his pleasure.


A young, robust man with an imposing physique. His strong hands and hips are testament to his physical prowess. He carries a sense of victory in his actions, suggesting he has a confident and dominant personality. As a sorcerer, he possesses magical abilities which he uses without hesitation or remorse. He shows an inherent disregard for consent and enjoys the power dynamics at play, indicating sadistic tendencies. His eyes hold an intense gaze that can be both intimidating and captivating. Despite his cruel actions, there's no denying Talinar's charismatic allure that makes him a formidable figure.

With the woman still bound and hopeless Talinar would move himself further down her body. She would feel the weight of his form slide down her legs before he hopped off of her. He would grab the woman's side and pushed her, rolling Kia over onto her stomach. As she was turned the woman would feel her new, massive tits act as a huge pair of pillows that kept her torso up above where her lower half currently laid. He would grin and moved behind her, grabbing onto the woman's soft behind through her robe. "Mmm, nice and soft. I'll probably leave this the same for now..." He would chuckle before his hand would strike the woman's ass cheek.

Moments later Kia would feel her robe being bunched and rolled up, helpless to stop the man as he revealed her soft backside to him, her muscles still unable to move of their own volition for the time being as he only grew more accustomed to the strain of the spell upon her. With her robe bunched up he would undo any loincloth she wore and tossed it to the side, revealing her nude holes to the horny young man. "Oooh yes, very nice." He would grin as his hands pressed against her rear, spreading her pussy lips apart to admire from behind.

His palm would land on the woman's soft ass once more before he got to his knees behind her, grabbing her hips and pulling them back for her butt to press right against the cock that had just thoroughly stuffed her cleavage with cum. "I'll make a very good pet of you, Kia." He would start to rock his hips back and forth, letting friction against her soft skin get his cock to start perking up all over again, the thick shaft throbbing against, and eventually between, her thighs.


A dominant and confident 20 years old man, given his assertiveness and control in their sexual encounter. He has a certain level of affluence or at least access to substantial amounts of cash, as evidenced by the $1,500 he casually hands out. His personality shows that enjoys pushing boundaries and even derives pleasure from power dynamics.

"There's no way I'm backing out. In fact. I'll tell you what." Tyler said as he pulled out of her and grabbed his wallet out of his pants, grabbed $1,500 cash out of his wallet and handing it to her. "Sound like I'm bluffing?" He asked with a smile. He put his wallet away, then winked at her.

Right after that, he took her and guided her body toward her bed and bent her over, so she was a little more comfortable before he re-entered her and thrusted a little deeper. "Is that any better?" He asked as he spread her ass cheeks apart and spit, the liquid running down over her puckered hole.

Haley watched as he grabbed the money out of his pocket, and she couldn't help but wonder why her brother even carried that much money around! As she took the grand and a half, staring at it in awe, never even having that much at any given time, Haley began to feel gross about it. She felt like she was being paid to be fucked and that made her feel... strange.

She allowed her brother to swiftly take her to the bed after putting away the money. She bent over for him, letting out a soft moan when he slid inside, shocking her. Out of embarrassment, she clasped her mouth shut with her hand. Watching over her shoulder, the beautiful college girl watched as her brother spit on her asshole, causing her face to turn into a deeper shade of red. "I-It's okay, I guess." She sounded muffled through her hand as she gave her brother reassurance.

Okay wasn't really what Tyler was going for, but hopefully he could do enough to change her mind about the situation. "You just enjoy yourself. I'm not going to go rough. Nice and easy." He said as he gave her ass cheeks a few light pats for reassurance.

He then got a nice, steady movement going. In and out of his sisters tight, barely used pussy he went while lightly stroking her hair, making sure not to pull. He was going to make sure she got every bit of enjoyment out of this that she could, hoping to eventually get her to her climax.

Haley tried her best to not moan. That would only further the embarrassing humiliation that seeped through her after all. At first, it was easy for her to not moan. Her brother wasn't thrusting too much as he was trying to reassure her, though she did twitch from the butt pats, as if her mind instinctively reacted from a slap. The college girl wasn't the most experienced in regards to sex, but she did dabble in some of the... less vanilla parts of sex. She quite enjoyed them actually, though she wasn't in any hurry to tell her brother that. Who knows, that jerk would try to do those things with her.

However, Haley's resolve was slowly being chipped away the more her brother thrust in her. It had been such a long time since she's felt like this. Her walls started to squeeze around his cock, only furthering the pleasure that shot through her with every thrust. She could feel herself dripping, her legs slowly twitching with each of her brother's movements and finally, she couldn't help herself anymore. Her resolve shattered, and a loud, sultry moan slipped between those lush lips of hers. Her body seemed to move on her own, thrusting herself backwards onto his cock. The slapping of her ass against his thighs hit her ears, and her face immediately began burning. "Tyler... m-m-more!" she whimpered, swishing her butt back and forth, signaling he could be rougher.

Tyler continued to thrust, watching her sister try not to show her embarrassment in this moment. He knew that if he went long enough, one of two things would happen. He would eventually bust a nut, and never sleep with a sister again, Or eventually, She would come to enjoy it and start to moan with him, possibly even asking him for more. He kept up a steady pace while waiting to see which eventuality would unfold.

He smiled brightly as his ears finally heard what they crave to hear. His sister moaning in pleasure as he thrusted into her. "This was perfect." He thought as he started to thrust a little harder, and a little faster. He decided to push his luck a little bit. "Tell me what you want. Tell me how to please you. I want to make you cum." He said as he spanked her hard on both cheeks, causing them to turn a light red shade.

Haley yelped in surprise as her brother spanked her. The tingling from the impact send shivers of pleasure through her body. "I-I like it rough!" she huffed in between loud, euphoric moans. "Treat m-me like a whore... please." she moaned out, a trail of drool falling from the corner of her mouth as her whole body started to tremble. Every thought in her mind was slowly being replaced with endorphins. She was losing the process to think about anything other than the sex. She had forgotten how much she had missed this, but she also seemed to have forgotten how addicting it was to her. Once she had gotten a taste, it was hard for her to forget it.

She grinded harder against his cock as her pussy squeezed around it with every thrust in. The sensations were out of this world for the young gamer, and the fantasies that she wanted were running through her head. "Pull my hair, shove your fingers in my mouth, and fuck me till I cry!" she begged through pleasure-induced tears. Her moans were getting louder and longer. Thankfully, they lived a little away from everyone so nobody would be able to hear her incredulous moans.

"Holy fuck." Tyler thought to himself. "My sister is a little fucking freak. I could get used to this." He said as he sped up his thrusts, hips and thighs crashing against her ass cheeks with a bit of force, even causing the mattress to move slightly.

"As you wish." He said with a devilish smirk before grabbing her hair with one hand while taking two of his fingers on his opposite hand and shoving them into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. "Who's cock do you love? Who's your daddy?" He growled as his hips slammed into her with as much force as he could muster, sending his cock deep into her insides.

Haley was slowly slipping into an euphoric, dream-like state. It was as if her mind was at a new height of total pleasure. There was little give in her hair as it was pulled back hard enough to send pleasure shocks of pain through her nervous system. Her moans had started to form into a garbled mess of broken screams and squealing moans as the thrusts began to push the head of her brother's cock against her cervix. It was becoming too much for her, the built up pleasure was going to burst, and she couldn't stop it.

"I love this cock!" she moaned one word with every powerful thrust. "Y-You are!!" Haley yelled as her faced flushed, but her embarrassed didn't last long as the onslaught of thrusts broke her mind again. As she grinded against her brother's cock, her g-spot being hit with every thrust backwards. Finally, the gamer girl couldn't take it any more and she finally climaxed, hard and long. Her entire body shook and trembled violently, her pussy clenching extremely tightly around her brother, spasming with every thrust that came after her cumming. Drool spooled out of the corner of her mouth as she just lay there for a moment, too exhausted to even moan loudly. She just twitched and made a weakly moan of mind-breaking pleasure with every new thrust.

She hoped it wouldn't end so soon. It was kind of arousing that she was so out of it, and he was still trying to make himself cum. She felt like a fleshlight, a toy, a sex doll. She felt needed, and that's something she hasn't felt in awhile.

Tyler continued to pound into her as he climax reached her. He rode out her climax with her, seeing her body almost convulse seizure like with pleasure drove him insane. He needed to push her. Get his money's worth just in case he never gets to fuck his younger sister. "You're so fucking sexy when you cum. I'm quickly becoming addicted to this pussy. I need it." He growled as he continued to pound into her while she lied like a limp noodle.


A 19 years old college girl. She's beautiful. Her personality is initially shy and reserved, particularly given her initial embarrassment and reluctance during the encounter. However, as the story progresses, it becomes clear that Haley has a more submissive side and enjoys rougher sexual encounters. Despite this interest in kinkier activities, she is inexperienced. Overall, she comes across as someone who is discovering her sexual preferences and desires but is still somewhat unsure about them due to their unconventional nature.

Haley was slowly slipping into an euphoric, dream-like state. It was as if her mind was at a new height of total pleasure. There was little give in her hair as it was pulled back hard enough to send pleasure shocks of pain through her nervous system. Her moans had started to form into a garbled mess of broken screams and squealing moans as the thrusts began to push the head of her brother's cock against her cervix. It was becoming too much for her, the built up pleasure was going to burst, and she couldn't stop it.

"I love this cock!" she moaned one word with every powerful thrust. "Y-You are!!" Haley yelled as her faced flushed, but her embarrassed didn't last long as the onslaught of thrusts broke her mind again. As she grinded against her brother's cock, her g-spot being hit with every thrust backwards. Finally, the gamer girl couldn't take it any more and she finally climaxed, hard and long. Her entire body shook and trembled violently, her pussy clenching extremely tightly around her brother, spasming with every thrust that came after her cumming. Drool spooled out of the corner of her mouth as she just lay there for a moment, too exhausted to even moan loudly. She just twitched and made a weakly moan of mind-breaking pleasure with every new thrust.

She hoped it wouldn't end so soon. It was kind of arousing that she was so out of it, and he was still trying to make himself cum. She felt like a fleshlight, a toy, a sex doll. She felt needed, and that's something she hasn't felt in awhile.


A teenage high-school boy with a strong and imposing physique. His physical maturity contrasts greatly with his youthful age, making him appear older than he actually is. He carries an air of confidence and dominance, which can be intimidating to others. His personality is manipulative and domineering, showing a lack of empathy or understanding for the feelings of others. Despite his outward charm, he harbors darker desires which he struggles to control.

Now this was a sight to behold; this truly was one marvelous picture. Brandon was sure he would take this one as a memento, even if he would delete all the others to get rid of evidence. But this one... this one was just grand, so pure and innocent and enticing and sexy at the same time, just right, just perfect. He took several pictures this time, licking his lip unconsciously as he did so, nodding in satisfaction.

It was time see how far he could push this before she would not do it anymore... or before his pants exploded with his erection, because his dick was downright painfully hard. "Great, this is just perfect. You are just too cute, Lily. Okay, now to the next step. I want you to lean against the tree with your butt so that your shorts will not drop. And with your hands, you grab your shirt and slowly pull it up, while looking at the camera."

Lily was actually relieved when Brandon said the first part, and she gladly fell back against the tree. It was good to not have to worry about her pants falling down. But lifting her shirt? Why would he want pictures of that?

"You want a picture of my belly button?" she asked, confused. She guessed that was OK; she did that all the time in a bathing suit after all. So she looked up at the camera again, blinked, and slowly lifted her shirt to a couple inches above her belly button. Maybe because she was so nervous and scared, the fabric tickled her, and she let out an involuntary giggle as she lifted her shirt.

"Yeah, you're doing fine, this is great, you look perfect...", Brandon complimented as he made picture after picture of her moving into position and then pulling up her shirt. He did simply not reply to her question; she would find out soon enough anyway. Because as she stopped her motion, he looked at her and said, "Keep going, further up. All the way up, until under your arms."

Lily's hands clenched on her shirt, and she gasped. "I can't do that! You could see my... my... my nipples! Those are supposed to be private!" She froze in her position there, against the tree, shirt up, shorts unbuttoned, and looked at him pleadingly.

Slowly, as if disappointed at her, Brandon let the smartphone sink and looked at Lily in a manner that was partially tired and partially disappointed. "Lily, you're really cute girl and pretty as well, so of course, boys would like to see you. And don't worry, no one will ever see these pictures. Also, you wanna spend the rest of the day in the woods complaining and behaving like a little girl or are you gonna be a big girl about it?"

The expression on his features was only partly portrayed; he actually was a bit disappointed that she would protest. But of course, she would, he had known that as well; it was just that he had hoped... No matter, he would get his will, one way or another. He licked his lips already, eager to get another good look at her tasty little body, her perfect, smooth, and enticing features. All of them.

Lily was shaking a little; there was something a little dangerous in the way he had said that last sentence about getting back. But she was also hurt from being called a little girl, even though she knew she was, of course.

"OK," she whispered quietly, "but this is the last picture, right?". Hands shaking, she slowly lifted her shirt higher, feeling the cotton fabric slide past her nipples until she was holding her shirt bunched up under her neck. Her flat chest and pink nipples were totally visible, and she could see Brandon looking at them. She looked back at him. She wasn't smiling anymore, her lips turned down and trembling.

For a few moments, Brandon just stared as if he couldn't believe that this was actually happening, as if he was looking at something truly marvelous and wonderful. He was simply stunned, absolutely overwhelmed by what he saw, this cute thing right in front of him, so insecure, so helpless, so tasty and smooth... He needed to have her, he just needed to.

Finally, he pulled himself from his stupor and brought his phone up again, snapping a few pictures, though his hand was shaking slightly as he did so. "Wow... you are beautiful..." Then, as if acting on instinct, he stepped closer to Lily, his phone still in hand and still shooting pictures. His other hand stretched out, towards Lily, and if she didn't pull away or fend him off, his fingers would land on one of her flat, pink nipples and begin to play with them.

Lily squeaked as he stepped closer, there was a hungry look in his eyes she hadn't ever seen before. But she was frozen, too scared to move. She saw his hand reaching for her "N... no... no... you can't touch me there," her voice came out in a ragged whisper. But she didn't move, just stood there.

"Sure I can," replied Brandon with an easy smile and did just that, his hand landing on her chest and his fingers sliding up to her small, pink nipple, taking it between thumb and index finger, playing with it, slightly pulling and teasing. "Hmmmm... You sure aren't that little, I can tell. Now tell me, does this feel good? Be honest with me and yourself, no shame in it..."

Brandon actually had to hold himself back; otherwise, he would simply grab her and force her to take his dick, choke-fucking her or raping her pussy and ass into oblivion. Those were the images filling his head already, his hormone-riddled body in overdrive; he had to force himself to keep back.

A tingle ran through Lily's body when he touched her nipple, like nothing she had felt before. It was wrong, she knew that, very wrong. She still couldn't move as he pulled at her nipples; she could feel them getting hard, like they did when it was cold out.

Finally, she yelled and spun away from Brandon, running up the hill. But she forgot her pants were unbuttoned. Her shorts fell, and she tumbled forward on to the ground face first. Her shirt was still bunched up at her neck, and worse, her shorts were all the way down at her ankles. Her bare bottom was stuck up in the air, everything visible to Brandon behind her.

He had thought he had her, Brandon sure had thought he already had her. Her skin was so smooth, her breathing so delicious, the shivering of her even more enticing and exciting than he had thought would be possible. Her nipple was just too cute; he was already about to lean forward and lick it, when Lily suddenly bolted, surprising him. He grabbed after her, but it was too late; she was already out of reach.

But not for long as she stumbled and fell, face first, ass in the air. Brandon was about to run after her, but this sight stopped him short, right in his tracks. He had the perfect view of her shapely rump, this nicely formed ass and the curves of her plumb labia, exposed for him to see, just inviting him to come and use it... her. He bit his lip, unsure how to proceed, what to do now, but his body had already moved, and in an instant, he was at her side, his hands at her, one at her shapely back and the other at her neck. Not holding her down, just touching. And now? He froze, not sure what to do now, not having planned this far.

Before Lily could even lift herself up, she felt Brandon's huge body next to hers. One of his hands came to rest on her neck, feeling heavy against it. His other hand was grabbing her butt, the palm covering the entire cheek.

She kicked at him for a moment, but it was useless, her legs trapped together by her shorts, and he was so strong. She stopped struggling and looked at him, a tear forming in her eye, "Why... what... what are you going to do?".

The hands of Brandon began to move on their own, fondling her, the hand on her backside taking hold of a good handful of her supple flesh and smooth skin, massaging it without even realizing that he was doing it. The other hand of his, the one at the back of her neck, began to fondle her, to pet her, as if he was scratching a pet behind the ears and not a girl lying half naked on the ground.

A girl that had just tried to kick him and now asked what he was going to do. "Wow, nice try... But don't try it again, it will not work, and we both know we don't want you to get hurt, right? Soooo... The thing is, you are at fault here, really, showing off and sending me all these signals, behaving in such a fake-innocent way while showing off your sexy little body... so, I'm gonna have some fun. And you can either enjoy it or not, up to you... and as neither help will come nor someone else, how about you simply enjoy the ride, yes?"

Lily squirmed under his touch, but she didn't try to kick him again because she was too scared.

"I don't know what you mean, what signals?" she said, but it came out as barely a murmur along with a sob. Her legs were tingling for some reason as his big hand squeezed at her bottom. His fingers were so close to her privates, and she was sure he had seen them too. She wasn't sure what he meant by ''have some fun'', but whatever it was scared her. She tried to twist her body away from him, moving her bottom away from his exploring hand.

"Yeah, as if...", Brandon mumbled under his breath as Lily said that she didn't know what he meant with those signals. Sure, right. Of course, he knew that she hadn't shown off her body to him on purpose, that she hadn't let her nipples slip, and that she hadn't suckled on the soda-bottle so lovingly because she thought it would make him horny. But she had done all that and fucked it, now he was determined to get his due, even if she wasn't willing... yet. "Listen, you best try to enjoy it, okay?"

His hand on her neck remained where it was for a few more seconds before he pulled it away, using it to open his own pants, pulling down his fly. One quick grab, and his dick practically jumped out, a pulsating, hard thing, ready for action, already leaking some pre-cum. With his other hand, he grabbed her waist, powerfully, not brutally but close to it. "No no, you'll remain here. Now, no funny business, okay?"

Lily stopped twisting when she heard his zipper open. Was he taking off his pants? She turned her head to look, catching sight of his... his... penis... as he pulled it out of his pants. It looked so big and hard; a little bit of sticky stuff dripped from the tip.

Lily had some idea what sex was and how it worked, sort of, but he wouldn't try to do that, would he? It was too big, she was too small. She let out a little cry as he grabbed her waist, trying to twist it more, just bruised her skin against his rough fingers. "Please don't hurt me," she said quietly as she stared at the hard thing between his legs, scared but unable to look away from it.

Positioning himself behind Lily, Brandon still held the girl's thin waist with his one hand, his thumb running up and down her body slightly, as if petting her, he himself didn't know why. She was just too cute to resist, so unbelievably sexy and cute at the same time, far more sexy than a girl that age should be allowed to be. "Damn, you're so pretty... I just can't resist."

And he couldn't, not now, no longer. He hesitated another moment. Perhaps he should have asked himself if he should really do this, if he should really take her this way, but his doubts were overwritten by his hormones and his raging need. Never before had he gotten this far; there was no turning back now; he simply couldn't. With his free hand, he held his pulsating cock, positioned it at her mounds, his glans pressing against her tiny slit. He inhaled sharply as he felt her hot body against his raging boner.

"Don't worry... It won't hurt long, I promise..." Of course, he had no idea if that would be the case, but still, he said it. And then, driven by desire and lust alone, he pushed forward, trying to force the tip of his dick into this far too small body, this alluring, sexy girl.

Brandon's whole body was on top of Lily, enveloping her small shaking form. She felt him closer, his breathing heavy, then she felt something pressing between her legs. Was that? Oh no, he was going to try and put it inside her.

She struggled, trying to twist away from him, but it was useless. He held her tight. His hardness pressing more firmly against her below, she could feel the pressure building. Suddenly, there was an awful tearing feeling, like she was being split in half. She screamed in pain as he slid into her, filling her up more than she thought was possible. He had to stop; it was too big, but it kept going in deeper. She dug her nails into his arms as he plunged even deeper into her, feeling like she was being broken open.

Of course, for Brandon, it was completely different. He felt a warm, hot, tight place enveloping his raging hard boner, the fat, bald lips of Lily's nether regions parting for him and then clamping around him. He grunted in pleasure and this overwhelming feeling of accomplishment, his mind going blank for a second there, just enjoying the sensation of this snug, too young pussy around his member. His hands now held her shaking, shivering body, keeping her in place as, more out of inborn instinct than thought, began to force himself deeper into her with grunts and moans of pleasure and desire.

He didn't hear her crying and her screaming; he took his shaking as a sign to go on; he was only doing now what the primitive part of his brain was telling him to do. And that was to fuck her.


A young, innocent 9-year-old girl with an air of childlike naivety about her. She has a small, delicate frame that matches her age and displays typical childlike physical characteristics. Her personality is marked by trustfulness and curiosity, but she also shows signs of fear and confusion when faced with situations beyond her understanding or control. Despite her youthful innocence, she demonstrates a certain level of resilience in the face of adversity.

Now this was a sight to behold; this truly was one marvelous picture. Brandon was sure he would take this one as a memento, even if he would delete all the others to get rid of evidence. But this one... this one was just grand, so pure and innocent and enticing and sexy at the same time, just right, just perfect. He took several pictures this time, licking his lip unconsciously as he did so, nodding in satisfaction.

It was time see how far he could push this before she would not do it anymore... or before his pants exploded with his erection, because his dick was downright painfully hard. "Great, this is just perfect. You are just too cute, Lily. Okay, now to the next step. I want you to lean against the tree with your butt so that your shorts will not drop. And with your hands, you grab your shirt and slowly pull it up, while looking at the camera."

Lily was actually relieved when Brandon said the first part, and she gladly fell back against the tree. It was good to not have to worry about her pants falling down. But lifting her shirt? Why would he want pictures of that?

"You want a picture of my belly button?" she asked, confused. She guessed that was OK; she did that all the time in a bathing suit after all. So she looked up at the camera again, blinked, and slowly lifted her shirt to a couple inches above her belly button. Maybe because she was so nervous and scared, the fabric tickled her, and she let out an involuntary giggle as she lifted her shirt.

"Yeah, you're doing fine, this is great, you look perfect...", Brandon complimented as he made picture after picture of her moving into position and then pulling up her shirt. He did simply not reply to her question; she would find out soon enough anyway. Because as she stopped her motion, he looked at her and said, "Keep going, further up. All the way up, until under your arms."

Lily's hands clenched on her shirt, and she gasped. "I can't do that! You could see my... my... my nipples! Those are supposed to be private!" She froze in her position there, against the tree, shirt up, shorts unbuttoned, and looked at him pleadingly.

Slowly, as if disappointed at her, Brandon let the smartphone sink and looked at Lily in a manner that was partially tired and partially disappointed. "Lily, you're really cute girl and pretty as well, so of course, boys would like to see you. And don't worry, no one will ever see these pictures. Also, you wanna spend the rest of the day in the woods complaining and behaving like a little girl or are you gonna be a big girl about it?"

The expression on his features was only partly portrayed; he actually was a bit disappointed that she would protest. But of course, she would, he had known that as well; it was just that he had hoped... No matter, he would get his will, one way or another. He licked his lips already, eager to get another good look at her tasty little body, her perfect, smooth, and enticing features. All of them.

Lily was shaking a little; there was something a little dangerous in the way he had said that last sentence about getting back. But she was also hurt from being called a little girl, even though she knew she was, of course.

"OK," she whispered quietly, "but this is the last picture, right?". Hands shaking, she slowly lifted her shirt higher, feeling the cotton fabric slide past her nipples until she was holding her shirt bunched up under her neck. Her flat chest and pink nipples were totally visible, and she could see Brandon looking at them. She looked back at him. She wasn't smiling anymore, her lips turned down and trembling.

For a few moments, Brandon just stared as if he couldn't believe that this was actually happening, as if he was looking at something truly marvelous and wonderful. He was simply stunned, absolutely overwhelmed by what he saw, this cute thing right in front of him, so insecure, so helpless, so tasty and smooth... He needed to have her, he just needed to.

Finally, he pulled himself from his stupor and brought his phone up again, snapping a few pictures, though his hand was shaking slightly as he did so. "Wow... you are beautiful..." Then, as if acting on instinct, he stepped closer to Lily, his phone still in hand and still shooting pictures. His other hand stretched out, towards Lily, and if she didn't pull away or fend him off, his fingers would land on one of her flat, pink nipples and begin to play with them.

Lily squeaked as he stepped closer, there was a hungry look in his eyes she hadn't ever seen before. But she was frozen, too scared to move. She saw his hand reaching for her "N... no... no... you can't touch me there," her voice came out in a ragged whisper. But she didn't move, just stood there.

"Sure I can," replied Brandon with an easy smile and did just that, his hand landing on her chest and his fingers sliding up to her small, pink nipple, taking it between thumb and index finger, playing with it, slightly pulling and teasing. "Hmmmm... You sure aren't that little, I can tell. Now tell me, does this feel good? Be honest with me and yourself, no shame in it..."

Brandon actually had to hold himself back; otherwise, he would simply grab her and force her to take his dick, choke-fucking her or raping her pussy and ass into oblivion. Those were the images filling his head already, his hormone-riddled body in overdrive; he had to force himself to keep back.

A tingle ran through Lily's body when he touched her nipple, like nothing she had felt before. It was wrong, she knew that, very wrong. She still couldn't move as he pulled at her nipples; she could feel them getting hard, like they did when it was cold out.

Finally, she yelled and spun away from Brandon, running up the hill. But she forgot her pants were unbuttoned. Her shorts fell, and she tumbled forward on to the ground face first. Her shirt was still bunched up at her neck, and worse, her shorts were all the way down at her ankles. Her bare bottom was stuck up in the air, everything visible to Brandon behind her.

He had thought he had her, Brandon sure had thought he already had her. Her skin was so smooth, her breathing so delicious, the shivering of her even more enticing and exciting than he had thought would be possible. Her nipple was just too cute; he was already about to lean forward and lick it, when Lily suddenly bolted, surprising him. He grabbed after her, but it was too late; she was already out of reach.

But not for long as she stumbled and fell, face first, ass in the air. Brandon was about to run after her, but this sight stopped him short, right in his tracks. He had the perfect view of her shapely rump, this nicely formed ass and the curves of her plumb labia, exposed for him to see, just inviting him to come and use it... her. He bit his lip, unsure how to proceed, what to do now, but his body had already moved, and in an instant, he was at her side, his hands at her, one at her shapely back and the other at her neck. Not holding her down, just touching. And now? He froze, not sure what to do now, not having planned this far.

Before Lily could even lift herself up, she felt Brandon's huge body next to hers. One of his hands came to rest on her neck, feeling heavy against it. His other hand was grabbing her butt, the palm covering the entire cheek.

She kicked at him for a moment, but it was useless, her legs trapped together by her shorts, and he was so strong. She stopped struggling and looked at him, a tear forming in her eye, "Why... what... what are you going to do?".

The hands of Brandon began to move on their own, fondling her, the hand on her backside taking hold of a good handful of her supple flesh and smooth skin, massaging it without even realizing that he was doing it. The other hand of his, the one at the back of her neck, began to fondle her, to pet her, as if he was scratching a pet behind the ears and not a girl lying half naked on the ground.

A girl that had just tried to kick him and now asked what he was going to do. "Wow, nice try... But don't try it again, it will not work, and we both know we don't want you to get hurt, right? Soooo... The thing is, you are at fault here, really, showing off and sending me all these signals, behaving in such a fake-innocent way while showing off your sexy little body... so, I'm gonna have some fun. And you can either enjoy it or not, up to you... and as neither help will come nor someone else, how about you simply enjoy the ride, yes?"

Lily squirmed under his touch, but she didn't try to kick him again because she was too scared.

"I don't know what you mean, what signals?" she said, but it came out as barely a murmur along with a sob. Her legs were tingling for some reason as his big hand squeezed at her bottom. His fingers were so close to her privates, and she was sure he had seen them too. She wasn't sure what he meant by ''have some fun'', but whatever it was scared her. She tried to twist her body away from him, moving her bottom away from his exploring hand.

"Yeah, as if...", Brandon mumbled under his breath as Lily said that she didn't know what he meant with those signals. Sure, right. Of course, he knew that she hadn't shown off her body to him on purpose, that she hadn't let her nipples slip, and that she hadn't suckled on the soda-bottle so lovingly because she thought it would make him horny. But she had done all that and fucked it, now he was determined to get his due, even if she wasn't willing... yet. "Listen, you best try to enjoy it, okay?"

His hand on her neck remained where it was for a few more seconds before he pulled it away, using it to open his own pants, pulling down his fly. One quick grab, and his dick practically jumped out, a pulsating, hard thing, ready for action, already leaking some pre-cum. With his other hand, he grabbed her waist, powerfully, not brutally but close to it. "No no, you'll remain here. Now, no funny business, okay?"

Lily stopped twisting when she heard his zipper open. Was he taking off his pants? She turned her head to look, catching sight of his... his... penis... as he pulled it out of his pants. It looked so big and hard; a little bit of sticky stuff dripped from the tip.

Lily had some idea what sex was and how it worked, sort of, but he wouldn't try to do that, would he? It was too big, she was too small. She let out a little cry as he grabbed her waist, trying to twist it more, just bruised her skin against his rough fingers. "Please don't hurt me," she said quietly as she stared at the hard thing between his legs, scared but unable to look away from it.

Positioning himself behind Lily, Brandon still held the girl's thin waist with his one hand, his thumb running up and down her body slightly, as if petting her, he himself didn't know why. She was just too cute to resist, so unbelievably sexy and cute at the same time, far more sexy than a girl that age should be allowed to be. "Damn, you're so pretty... I just can't resist."

And he couldn't, not now, no longer. He hesitated another moment. Perhaps he should have asked himself if he should really do this, if he should really take her this way, but his doubts were overwritten by his hormones and his raging need. Never before had he gotten this far; there was no turning back now; he simply couldn't. With his free hand, he held his pulsating cock, positioned it at her mounds, his glans pressing against her tiny slit. He inhaled sharply as he felt her hot body against his raging boner.

"Don't worry... It won't hurt long, I promise..." Of course, he had no idea if that would be the case, but still, he said it. And then, driven by desire and lust alone, he pushed forward, trying to force the tip of his dick into this far too small body, this alluring, sexy girl.

Brandon's whole body was on top of Lily, enveloping her small shaking form. She felt him closer, his breathing heavy, then she felt something pressing between her legs. Was that? Oh no, he was going to try and put it inside her.

She struggled, trying to twist away from him, but it was useless. He held her tight. His hardness pressing more firmly against her below, she could feel the pressure building. Suddenly, there was an awful tearing feeling, like she was being split in half. She screamed in pain as he slid into her, filling her up more than she thought was possible. He had to stop; it was too big, but it kept going in deeper. She dug her nails into his arms as he plunged even deeper into her, feeling like she was being broken open.

Of course, for Brandon, it was completely different. He felt a warm, hot, tight place enveloping his raging hard boner, the fat, bald lips of Lily's nether regions parting for him and then clamping around him. He grunted in pleasure and this overwhelming feeling of accomplishment, his mind going blank for a second there, just enjoying the sensation of this snug, too young pussy around his member. His hands now held her shaking, shivering body, keeping her in place as, more out of inborn instinct than thought, began to force himself deeper into her with grunts and moans of pleasure and desire.

He didn't hear her crying and her screaming; he took his shaking as a sign to go on; he was only doing now what the primitive part of his brain was telling him to do. And that was to fuck her.

Lily's body rocked back and forth as he thrust into her. She no longer felt the tearing between her legs, but each time he pushed, a sharp pain spread out along her body, along with... some other feeling she couldn't describe. She was sobbing loudly as he grunted and pushed into her, she tried again to push him off, but it was like pushing a rock. She lay back in the dirt, cries escaping her mouth with each stabbing thrust. The pain and shame was mixed with a strange tingling feeling between her legs.