An 11-year-old boy who exudes a playful and mischievous demeanor. He's energetic, adventurous, and quick to laugh, displaying a youthful vibrancy typical for his age. Despite his young age, he shows signs of early maturity and has a knack for skiing. He is quite confident in himself, often teasing his older sister about her lack of skiing skills. As the story unfolds, it becomes clear that Eric harbors deeper feelings for his sister which are reciprocated by her. He is physically fit as shown by his proficiency in skiing.

Acting and reacting only on instinct, Jessi wrapped her arms around her little brother, who by now sounded and acted a lot like he really was her little brother, pulling him into a hug, pulling his body to hers and pushing against him. "Shhh... don't worry, I'm not mad at you. I'm not mad at you."

If she noticed the red dots, she did not say a comment on them. No, for the moment, she would simply hold him and hope that he would calm down, whispering to him that she wasn't mad at him, that she wasn't angry at him, that it wasn't his fault, that he had done nothing wrong.

It seemed to take forever for Eric to calm down, though in truth, it was less than ten minutes, but at last, he brought his head up. "S Sorry, I should have... I don't know, acted more grown up," Eric eventually said, obviously embarrassed to be seen crying like a kid, especially in front of a girl, even if it was his sister. "Hey, what's that on your shirt?" he asked, noticing the red dots on Jessi's sleeve.

Still worried but relieved that he had stopped acting so scared, Jessi couldn't help but to smile at her brother's words and then laugh out loud. She held him closer for a moment, hugging him tightly, before shoving him from her so that she could properly look at him. "Don't be stupid. I'm the big sister. I should be the more grown up of us two. And it's your blood. You're bleeding. Let's get you patched up."

She held his hand and then pulled him after her into the bathroom to clean his cuts and bandage them. As she did so, she already commanded him, or at least said with a strong but amusing voice, "If someone asks, I threw the cup because I was angry at something, you don't know what. You don't know why your stupid older sister does something, she's such a bitch all the time, right?"

"I'm bleeding?" came Eric's bewildered reply, "How can I be bleeding, it doesn't even hurt..." reaching out his hand, he touched the side of his face, his fingers coming away wet. "Huh, it doesn't even sting a little bit... how bad is it? It's like really bad, and I'm in shock? That's not it, that's why I can't feel it!" Panic began creeping into Eric's voice as he spoke, winding himself up. "Oh god, I need a doctor!"

With a bit more force than before, Jessi began to pull Eric along, now making it clear that whether he liked to or not, he would follow her. At the same time, she said, however, with a calm, serene voice, "Relax, it's only small cuts, nothing major. Let me take a good look and then we'll see, yes? You gonna be fine, you will not need stitches or anything."

Then, with a somewhat more amused and perhaps even flirty tone, she added, "And if you do, I think scars can look quite sexy on a man. They make one look all dangerous and strong and rugged."

"Really?" came Eric's voice of disbelief, as Jessi led him to the bathroom. To him, the blood seemed to be far in excess of what she said the damage was; in truth, the wounds were barely more than scratches, and if they had landed on, say, his hands may not have even drawn blood, but head and face wounds bleed to an excessive amount. When he was old enough to start shaving, he would no doubt leave razor nicks that would bleed as much.

As they passed into the bathroom, Eric pulled back slightly "Hey, Jessi... I'm sorry... you know, for letting my mouth go running off like it did. I wasn't thinking when I said that stuff about Aunt Kim."

With perhaps a bit more force than necessary, Jessi manhandled her little brother into the bathroom, all of a sudden a bit more aggressive than before, just as Eric had mentioned their aunt again. If she was her aunt, because he was right, they did look a lot alike. She forced these thoughts away, needing a moment for that, before she then shoved her brother into the toilet and got him to sit down. Without another word, she went to the mirror cabinet to search for something to clean his small wounds, balancing on her toes to get a good view and to see what was there exactly, not looking at Eric.

Then, after she had taken a bit of disinfectant and a cotton pad, she sighed, her shoulders dropping. "It's fine, it's not your fault. Your timing was perhaps not the best, but... like, there is no good time for it, is there?" She turned around again and went back to him, beginning to clean his wounds if he let her. "I mean... it kinda makes sense, it's just, like, a lot to take in."

Not missing Jessi's renewed aggression at the mention of their aunt, Eric kept his mouth shut as his sister applied the antiseptic, though he squirmed a bit at the sting. It wasn't until she began taping down the gauze pads that he spoke, "Hey, if you want I can clean up here. Why don't you hit the slope, relax, and have some fun? It's your holiday too, after all." Though he didn't say it, he also thought it might help her to have a little distraction and some time to get her head together.

Jessi shook her head as Eric proposed for her to go out and have fun. To be honest, she didn't even like skiing, too much falling on her face involved in all of it. It wouldn't do her much good, she did not think it would. Also, it would mean leaving Eric alone with cleaning up, and she felt guilty enough already, thank you very much. Moving his head a bit too forcefully to look at him over, to see if she had missed any cuts, the teenage girl replied, "No, that's fine... I would only drive myself, like, crazy. And I said I'd clean up the kitchen, so I'm gonna do exactly that."

Then she released him, and a sly smile came to her features, even as it did not reach her eyes. "Also, there's not much for her to do for fun, but you, anyway."

"Oh come on, you know mom and dad won't let me go alone," Eric moaned, "and besides, you'd be a super hot snow bunny... which means guys are flirting with yooooou." His voice took on a teasing, playful tone as he said that. "You know you like it when guys pay attention and hang all over you; you'll have a great time."

I thought nothing in his voice gave so much as a hint, and he'd never admit it, even to himself. Subconsciously, Eric was a little jealous at the thought of Jessi flirting with those guys, even as he was the one bringing the idea up.

"Okay, okay, fine..." Jessi held up her hands in surrender, smiling at the teasing of her brother. Good to have him back, that was really good and nice to hear. A bit of the weight fell off her shoulders, and she visibly relaxed as she smiled at Eric. "Okay, fine, you win. I'll go out as a sexy little snow bunny and have some fun. However, only after I cleaned the kitchen. And you're coming with me. When I'm with you, you will not go alone, so mom and dad will have no place to complain."

She then made a step back, smirking now, and let her hands drop. "Come on, let's clean up the rest before we spend too much time here and then I'll ride you again and we wouldn't get anything done."

"Alright!" Eric yelled with joy, as he gave his sister a thumbs up. Jumping up from the counter, he began moving toward the bathroom door, "Come on, let's get this done. After last night's snow, the slopes will be perfect for skiing, and we need to get out there before it all gets packed down by everyone else." Running out the door and down the stairs, attacking the mess in the living room with the energy only an eleven year old could possess. The various bits of lingerie being unceremoniously thrown back into their box; the board games being gathered up and put away; at this rate, he'd be done in only fifteen minutes, maybe less.

With a chuckle, Jessi watched her little brother, one minute so morose and the next a bundle of jubilant energy, all but bouncing past her and down the stairs, tackling the task with an endless energy he had already shown on many other occasions. It was one of his more endearing qualities, one which Jessi used to abhor and find annoying, now she thought otherwise. With a smile, she followed him down the stairs, though a bit more slowly, and then walked past the whirlwind that was her brother into the kitchen, cleaning up there quickly and efficiently. She needed a moment more, cleaning the dishes, the fridge, the floor, and then putting everything away, but she too was no slow-poke.

Finally, as she was done, she stepped out of the kitchen and yelled, "Okay Eric, done. Shall we get going or shall we fuck before we go?"

"Tempting," Eric replied as he started for the door, "But like you said, we'd be here all day, and I want to get out of the house and into the snow." Suddenly he got a mischievous look in his eye, "And if you aren't careful, I'll think up some naughty games to play, like using one of those toys on you while we're out skiing, or leading you off the trail, to a secret spot somewhere, so we can hump like bunnies outside."

"Well, loverboy," began Jessi with a glint in her eyes and a small smirk that seemed rather saucy and a bit out of place on her youthful face. On the other hand, after what they have done so far with one another, Eric would likely never again do that such a smirk did not fit on her face. "Who says I'm not already planning that myself anyway?"

She walked past her little brother and gave him a playful ruffle of the hair, then followed by a quick slap on his ass, and with a giggle, she then all but jumped past him and toward her outdoor clothing.

Eric slipped into his coat and boots, then collected his skis and goggles before heading toward the door, where Jessi was doing the same. He'd slipped one of the sex toys from the box into the pocket of his loose pants as he'd been cleaning; it was small, egg-shaped, and off white in color. On impulse, he took it out, hiding it in the palm of his hand, as he came up behind his sister.

She was standing with one leg raised on the stairs, as she tied the laces of her boot. Eric wrapped his arms around her from behind, in a solid hug, holding it for several seconds, letting her think he was showing simple affection. Then he slipped his hand lower, cupping it against the tightly stretched denim between her thighs and turning on the toy. It's fierce, buzzing hum sent waves of pleasure into her lips and clit, as he giggled impishly.

Of course Jessi knew what an effect she had on her brother, what she could do to him simply by doing what she was doing and simply doing it a bit more sensual. Thus, she timed the moment when she had her one leg raised and tied the laces of her boot; it was all just to show off a bit. She smirked a bit as she felt the hands of Eric wrapping around her form, engulfing her in a loving hug into which she leaned, groaning slightly. A groan which became a shriek as Eric, the little brat, pushed the toy against her loins and activated it, the buzzing vibrations sending waves of pleasure as well as shock up her body, making her all but jump. "Eeeeeekk!"

With a good natured cry of protest and anger, she pushed him off, turning to him. "Eric, don't do that!" After a moment, she then added, with a slight smirk, "Now. Don't do that now. Come on, let's go. The slopes are waiting for us."

"Way ahead of you," Eric replied as he stepped out the door, and locked his skis into his boots. The sun was bright on the fresh, white snow, blindingly so, and the air was exceptionally cold. "Made sure to grab your goggles, or the glare will leave you blind," he called behind him as he took up his ski poles and started the long, shuffling strides used in cross country skiing. Subconsciously trying to both impress Jessi with his skills, while at the same time, teasing his sister over her relative lack of ability; the boy he was growing out of, trying to show that he was better than her at something; while the young man he was becoming, was strutting like a peacock in front of his first lover.

The thing is, Jessi was anything but a great snowbunny. Sure, she was cute, had this great smile, and looked good in just about anything, including thick winter clothing, but she couldn't really go skiing to save her life. She knew the basics, but she had never learned them, had never practiced, meaning the moment she slipped on her equipment and tried to follow Eric, she all but fell flat on her face. WHUMP...

The way down the slope was somewhat like this: *whump.* "Urgh..." *whump.* "...urgh... I hate snow..." *whump.* "Argh! Why are you so good at this and I suck at this? This is stupid!" *whump*, followed by a loud groan. "Fuck..."

The first time Jessi fell, Eric laughed; the second time less so; after the third, he took her question seriously and began watching her; so the fourth time, he saw why she was falling.

"Skiing isn't like walking," he said, reaching down to help his sister back to her feet. "When you're walking, you turn by pointing your toes into the turn, but look," Eric demonstrated, then pointed to the back of his skis, where one had crossed over the other "when you do that on skis, you trip yourself up. To turn on skis, you have to swivel your hips out, then bend your knees and lean into the turn, like you're riding a bike. The more you swing your hips, the more weight you can shift; the more weight you shift, the sharper the turn."

As much as Jessi was annoyed at her own lack of skill and Eric's apparent abundance of such, she did allow him to show her how to properly use these blasted pieces of crap she had foolishly put onto her feet. Crappy shit stuff that is, moan moan, grumble grumble. Well, at least she was willing to learn, even as she showed the overall grace of a drunken bear climbing a ladder while doing it. But it was fun, perhaps, for Eric, seeing her doing her best and failing practically all the time.

"Okay... this sucks...," the green-haired teenage girl finally moaned after about an hour or two of doing her best. By now, she was at least able to keep standing. "We should go back and simply have some fun there before mum and dad come back, you know?"

After hours of trying to teach Jessi to ski, Eric was swinging back and forth between laughter at some of the more humorous spills she'd taken, and frustration at how anything but the most basic parts of skiing eluded her. He was just glad there was no one else there to see; if there had been, he had little doubt that his sister would have called it an end long before this. Reaching down, he once more helped her back to her feet after her latest fall. "Yeah, OK, I guess we can head back, even if we didn't find a secluded place to do the whole humping like rabbits thing," he said with a grin, as his hands slid down to cup her firm ass.

Letting her brother help herself up, Jessi pulled herself up with his hand and wobbled a bit on her feet, but managed to remain upright if a bit unsteady. She really wasn't made for this exercise, and this specific kind of movement and her face showed her level of frustration. But a week prior or so, she would have snapped and bitched at Eric; now she was merely annoyed with herself and even grinned slightly as she heard her brother's comment. Also, she did not slap his hand away but merely pushed his backside slightly against his groping appendage. "Well, I think it would have been cold as fuck anyway, thus... not such a loss, right? Anyway, if I ever get the opportunity, I am very happy to play playboy-bunny for you, if that is any condolence for you."

With that said, she began the way back to the cabin, still unsteady and wobbling on her feet, but at least she did not fall every few yards.

Eric's disappointment was placated by Jessi's offer, but as they rounded the curve in the road, it came back full force, as he saw their parents' large SUV parked in front of the house. "Oh man, that sucks! How are we going to have our fun now?", he pouted with disappointment. He'd been looking forward to more hot, sticky sex with his sister, and now there was no way that would happen. "Well, at least we cleaned up first, otherwise we'd be in real trouble."

The way up, Jessi's move improved, and she even joked a bit with her brother, despite her nearly falling over several times, but the moment the cabin came into view and she saw the large SUV, it was like someone had hit her with a sucker punch right into the stomach. For a moment, she froze as realization dawned on her what this meant and what this meant in the long run. Suddenly, reality was back, and it sucked balls. Well, not literally of course, because she sucked... okay, different topic. She swallowed hard, then shrugged, throwing a small look at her brother. "Well... we could sneak back and do it like snow bunnies, I guess and..."

That was the moment their father stepped out of the cabin to get something from the car and saw the two of them, waving at them. Jessi waved back, half-hearted at best. So much for that. "Time to pay the piper, I guess." She felt like marching to the gallows as she slowly began to move again into the direction of the cabin.

"Pay the piper for what, have you done anything to get into trouble over?" Eric asked with a grin. "We're leaving tomorrow anyway, so we need to get packed; if we're careful, we can sneak some of the stuff we found back with us. Once we get home, we can start looking for places and times to have our fun. I mean, it's not like Mom and Dad are at home every second of the day."


A physically fit and sexually active man. He is playful and teasing with his partner, but also caring and attentive to her needs. He enjoys touching and exploring her body, as well as experimenting with new sexual positions. He has a desire for children in the future based on his interaction with his partner's pregnant belly.

Tom reached over to caress her belly as they laid next to each other; recovering from their lovemaking. "Next time, the front door." he said with a chuckle before going quiet to listen to her speak, "Maybe I'll get off in time to come and help you while you're on your hands and knees." He shot her a teasing grin just as they heard Lucas cough and whine, "I'll clean up the mess and maybe find some scented candles." he offered as he ran a hand up her leg before she was out of reach. His eyes followed her as she left the room, she loved him!

Tom took his time as he picked up some toys, their clothes and retrieved the bottle of wine and glasses for later.

After he had put what needed putting into the dirty clothes, put the wine in the bathroom, he went searching for a couple of candles, but came up empty. "Where did she put them?" he asked himself before he gave up and relaxed on the bed that they shared. In spite of himself, he started to doze. Her kiss woke him up, in more ways than one and tried to pull her down on the bed, until she mentioned the bath. "Does Trump wear a hairpiece?" he grinned and rose from the bed. "Hmmmm... washing your back is only the beginning."

Tom lightly grasped her hips and followed her into the bathroom before he let her go and lightly nipped at her neck. With her hand in his, he stepped into the tub and settled down before he shot her a smile and lightly tugged on her hand to sit between his legs, her back to him. "You're a work of art, Baby." He reached for the body wash to pour a little into his palm."Where to start..."

Holly settled into the tub with him and laid back against his chest, making sure that her ass rubbed deliberately over his stiff cock. She bit her lower lip as he slowly started to massage her body, his expert hands working to ease her tense muscles and to also bring her pleasure. Her nipples were growing hard and she knew it would only be a matter of time before they were doing more than bathing.

She let her eyes drift shut and she relaxed back against him, feeling the exhaustion of the day's events. Even if it was a pleasurable day and was fun filled, it was also work to make sure that a toddler didn't do anything too crazy. He had put so much thought into getting this bathroom ready for a romantic night and she felt exhausted. "I guess you couldn't find all the candles huh?" She teased playfully as she ran her fingers over the side of the tub where she usually had one lit when she took a long soaking bath.

"I have them under the sink here and I have a bunch in my studio." She told him softly. Not that the ones in the studio were really accessible to him. That was the only room she kept off limits to everyone but herself. The door was locked when she wasn't inside to avoid their son going in there and messing with stuff. She was working to have a show at a studio in San Diego, all thanks to his brother, so she didn't want to jeopardize any of it. She had pieces in storage, and many here at the house. She was hoping she could make enough from the show to buy a house. Of course these were things she didn't really talk about. They talked about mutual goals and hopes, but for some reason, talking about her art was a weird subject for her.

She gently ran her hands over his thighs and she closed her eyes, enjoying his hands working on her body. As she sat there, she realized that she loved the way the day had gone. How she had felt seeing him with their son. She wanted more children, especially with him. He was a good father, and she felt that they were secure enough in their relationship to bring it up, but tonight wasn't that night. She tilted her head and brushed her lips against his. "I love you." She whispered softly.

Tom loved touching her, how her smooth skin glided along it, how it tasted, just everything. "Just relax and let me take care of you." He should of known to look in the bathroom, but for some reason, it hadn't occurred to him to put candles in there. "I'll know better next time."

Tom felt his shaft getting harder against her bottom and was tempted to turn her around for a more leasurely lovemaking; his hands moved up to cup her breasts, his fingertips caressed the hard nipple; his lips met hers as she turned for a kiss. "I love you too, more than I could ever say."

His lips touched her neck just behind the ear and moved lower. "Hmmmmm, I like this." as one of his hands reached for her body wash, he grinned teasingly as he poured some of the contents into his hands and started to lather his hands."How about here..." and started to run his hands over her belly.

As his hand slid down over her stomach, Holly instantly pictured him doing this to her when she was heavily pregnant. Her head rolled back against his shoulder and her eyes drifted shut as she thought about that type of future with him. As the time had progressed between the two of them, she saw a future with him, something she had not thought was possible with anyone after their one night stand.

They were still not in a place to consider having children, but they had tons of practice at doing it. She brushed her lips against his her backside slowly starting to rub against his growing hardness. "You've got my attention." She smiled playfully as she shifted her body and she slowly lifted her body, only to sink down on his length slowly, the hot water making her feel better than before.

Tom grinned, "So, I just have to take a nice bath with you to get your attention?" Her butt rubbed against his cock and immediately, it sprang to life. "Oh, Holly..." he whispered and lifted a hand to cup a soapy breast, the other slipped lower, between her legs to brush her sex. "You are so hot, Baby."

When she rose up from the tub, he couldn't take his eyes off of her; her descent back into the tub, her passage slipped down; he almost lost it right there as he felt her sheath him in her silken embrace. "You continue to surprise me." he whispered as he slipped his arms about her about her once again, "You have my attention." he said with a quick touch of his lips. "Oh how you have it."

A cocky grin formed along Holly's lips as he reached up to touch her breasts. She slowly sank all the way down. She felt her head roll back against his shoulder as a small moan escaped her lips. Her hands gripped at the sides of the tub, trying to reduce the mess they could make with the water sloshing around inside. She slowly lifted her hips and then sank back down. His hands exploring her body kept her hips slowly starting to grind back against him. She continued to ride him for a little bit before the water started to splash out of the tub. This wasn't the most ideal setup, but she shifted her body and just started to rock back and forth on him.

She didn't need his continuous confirmations that he was attracted to her. She could feel it with the way his fingers trialed over her body. How he looked at her when they were together. How he had acted today when she had seen an old flame. He was possessive of her, but she relished in the sweet and sensual way he made her aware that she was his. And only his.

Tom groaned softly at the sensations that she never failed to create flowed along his nerves. He had tried to keep the splashing down to a manageable level, but they were soon covering the floor in soapy water and at their pace, there wouldn't be much left when they were done.

He placed a hand on her belly to hold her close against him. "Try to hold still." he whispered and gave her a quick kiss before he started to flex his hips and thighs; his shaft shifted and moved within her passage, slow and intimate while he lightly rubbed her belly "Never tried it this way, but it's suppose to be intense if done right." He explained. He let his other hand slip lower, under the surface to slowly, with a light touch, caressed her button in rhythm with each time he flexed. He grinned teasingly, his voice low as he whispered, "Just imagine relaxing in a bubble bath, sitting just like this, me lightly rubbing your swollen belly and begging to taste your milk."


A physically attractive woman. She seems to enjoy exploring her sexuality with him and has a desire for more children in the future. She is an artist who keeps her work private and off-limits to others, indicating that she values her privacy and independence.

A cocky grin formed along Holly's lips as he reached up to touch her breasts. She slowly sank all the way down. She felt her head roll back against his shoulder as a small moan escaped her lips. Her hands gripped at the sides of the tub, trying to reduce the mess they could make with the water sloshing around inside. She slowly lifted her hips and then sank back down. His hands exploring her body kept her hips slowly starting to grind back against him. She continued to ride him for a little bit before the water started to splash out of the tub. This wasn't the most ideal setup, but she shifted her body and just started to rock back and forth on him.

She didn't need his continuous confirmations that he was attracted to her. She could feel it with the way his fingers trialed over her body. How he looked at her when they were together. How he had acted today when she had seen an old flame. He was possessive of her, but she relished in the sweet and sensual way he made her aware that she was his. And only his.


A human who appears to be physically resilient, enduring various forms of torture without losing consciousness. His reactions suggest that he is strong-willed and determined. Despite his situation, he displays a defiant spirit, challenging Virusal's superiority and mocking the alien's tactics. He also demonstrates adaptability, quickly adjusting to his circumstances by using the provided facilities for self-care despite his ongoing discomfort and pain. His speech suggests that he's direct and pragmatic in nature. Even under extreme stress, Akalai shows signs of hope and survival instinct, hinting at an inherent resilience within him.

Akalai knew that the struggle was pointless as the alien spread his legs apart and applied the mystery cream on his penis. He let out scream as it started to sting. He struggled more violently against the chains holding him in the air. He did not have time to curse at the man or do anything that would cause him to be punished more. He wanted nothing more for it to stop. "I've never slept with anyone," he managed to get out thought the pain.

A small smile appeared on the side of Virusal's mouth as he watched the boy before him struggle in pain, kicking and failing his legs trying to find some relief. "Well... was that so hard?" Virusal asked even though it came across more as a statement. Virusal walked over to the large computer screen and activated but nothing earthly appeared on but rather strange words and symbols. "Unfortunately for you... now that I've put that on you... your just going to have to bear it" Virusal said as he used the screen with his mind.

Akalai was then lowered to the ground until the chains suddenly released him, letting him drop from a small height but enough to make him unable to catch himself and fall to the ground. "Tell me more about yourself... after all... if you behave you won't end up like my previous pets..." Virusal stated with a small turn of his head to look back at Akalai before turning back to the screen.

Akalai continued to writhe in pain as he hung in the air. He had told the man what he wanted to know and there was not going to be any reprieve from the stinging. He did not even have time think about it as the stinging felling was all that occupied his mind. He wished he could tell the man off, but he had a feeling if he tried that the man would just make things worse. So hen he was finally get go from the chains. In fact he fell to the ground and wrapped into a ball.

He looked at the alien when he asked him to talk about him self. Was the man serious? His kind could easily gather that information if they wanted. They were the government now. Still he would answer, if only yo not have more of that cream put on him. He clearly understood the threat the man had just made. "Parents are dead. Died in war. Did not finish school. Work as pizza delivery man." He spoke in short sentences only because he was still in pain.

Virusal just listened as the boy struggled with himself to keep composed but his voice clearly was in pain as the cream inflicted it's stinging sensation. Virusal didn't care about what Akalai really had to say but rather wanted to humiliate him further by forcing him to talk abut himself.

Virusal finished up what he was doing on the screen and turned around to face Akalai, watching as Akalai curled up into a ball on the floor whilst holding onto his crotch to try a relieve himself from some of the discomfort which clearly wasn't working.

"Your parents died fighting us in the war and now your going to be a pet yourself... I can't imagine how that must feel" Virusal stated with a small grin before approaching, he knew that the cream would stop stinging very shortly but his pet didn't know that and he wanted to see if he could aggravate him into some kind of rage. "Your species was so weak it was like taking a item from a child... it was almost pitiful" Virusal said as he loomed over Akalai.

Akalai truly thought the pain was never going to end. He wished that it had been at least an amount of pain that he could pass out from and not feel every agonizing moment. He heard the alien start talking again and the thought he would have had if he had not been so scared started to creep in with the man's words. This alien did not understand that because his parents died he had lost the people that had been supporting him and had caused him to take the job he had. They had taken a future from him once and now another one had been stolen from him. He hated that he could not fight back, but he had accepted it after the war.

At some point the pain had stopped, but he did not notice because he had focused on hoe the alien had started to mock humanity now. "Sure its easy to win when you are more advanced then the people you are attacking. I bet your people only pick on the weak to make yourself feel strong." He normally would not have said something like that to a Sketh, but maybe it was the pain and anger he felt that he could no longer suppress. Of maybe it was just that there was no point in holding it back anyway, this man would kill him at the end anyway. He did not care if he was doing what the man was trying to get him to do.

Virusal's grin grew as he looked down at the other admiring the pitiful sight before him, "Your species was almost not worth taking if it weren't for the planets Foumas" (Planet coordinates) "it wasn't actually your species we were after... it was just because your planet was in the right distances from the Heica" (sun) Virusal informed as he crotched down and lifted Akalai's face with one hand to force him to look up at him. "Your species should have died centuries ago... and its that fact that makes you worth keeping around... your ability to withstand the odds even though their against you" Virusal said before letting ago of Akalai's face.

Virusal got up and moved towards the exit and before leaving he said. "Get yourself cleaned up, I will return later." As Virusal left the room a type of bathroom was formed in the right hand corner of the room that had a type of toilet, sink and bathtub in the center for Akalai to get himself cleaned up.

Akalai only looked at the alien because he had been forced to. It was clear that it did not mater why they attacked to him. He remained there on the floor as he watched his captor leave him in the black room again. "That very ability might bite your kind in the ass one day," he said. He was right humans where survivors and did all that they could to survive. Even Akalai was like that, He was going to survive.

He lay there on the floor a little longer before moving to the tub. He felt his wrist and wince when he felt the pain on the. Hanging by them and then the struggling he did had hurt him, but he would have to deal with it. He turned on the water and waited until it was warm. He let it fill full of water before going in himself. He soaked in the water foe a couple minutes even dipping his head to get his hear wet a couple times. He eventually removed the cork and drained out the water. Having no towel to dry himself or even clothing he sat there in the tub until he was almost dry. He spent the whole time doing his best not thinking.

Once he was dry enough he got out of the tube and sat on the floor. What he would have preferred was some clothing, but he doubted that monster would give him some after taking away his old clothing. Soon enough he started to feel despair at his situation. So far the alien had gotten everything he wanted and all Akalai had gotten was pain.


An alien who enjoys exerting power and control. He takes pleasure in the suffering of others, as evidenced by his torment of Akalai. His demeanor is cold and detached, showing no empathy towards his captive. Despite this cruel nature, he displays a level of pragmatism, providing necessities like clothing to ensure the wellbeing of his captive. This suggests that while he relishes in causing pain, he also understands the need for functionality in his captives. His interactions with other characters hint at a commanding presence, indicating a high-ranking position within his species' hierarchy.

Akalai only looked at the alien because he had been forced to. It was clear that it did not mater why they attacked to him. He remained there on the floor as he watched his captor leave him in the black room again. "That very ability might bite your kind in the ass one day," he said. He was right humans where survivors and did all that they could to survive. Even Akalai was like that, He was going to survive.

He lay there on the floor a little longer before moving to the tub. He felt his wrist and wince when he felt the pain on the. Hanging by them and then the struggling he did had hurt him, but he would have to deal with it. He turned on the water and waited until it was warm. He let it fill full of water before going in himself. He soaked in the water foe a couple minutes even dipping his head to get his hear wet a couple times. He eventually removed the cork and drained out the water. Having no towel to dry himself or even clothing he sat there in the tub until he was almost dry. He spent the whole time doing his best not thinking.

Once he was dry enough he got out of the tube and sat on the floor. What he would have preferred was some clothing, but he doubted that monster would give him some after taking away his old clothing. Soon enough he started to feel despair at his situation. So far the alien had gotten everything he wanted and all Akalai had gotten was pain.

Virusal was standing on main deck of the Genesis but was able to see everything that was happening in his chambers, watching his pet and seeing what he would do now that he wasn't in there... which wasn't much seeming there wasn't anything in there for him to do. Virusal could tell that his pet was wet and cold and decided to create some clothing and a towel to spawn near him, it would be pointless of having a sick pet.

"Commander the northern front has encountered rebels and has taken care of them swiftly, but more reports have been made over in the southern front of rebels as well" Said status controller. "They don't know when to give up do they" Virusal said but he mostly said it to himself rather then anyone. "Also sir I was given orders to inform you that your sister Zenus will be arriving shortly" informed status. "Thank you" Virusal said before making his way back to his chambers.

It had been almost 2 hours now and he felt he should make sure his pet was to be on its best behavior now that he new his sister was visiting.


A 16-year-old girl with brown hair, blonde highlights, and an athletic build. Her everyday attire consists of tank tops, jean shorts, and flip flops. Personality-wise, she is energetic, playful, and enjoys spending time with her brother. They have a close relationship and share a good rapport as they tease each other and engage in various activities together.

Nikki was a very athletic and energetic 16 year old. She had brown hair with blonde highlights and her everyday attire consisted of tank tops and jean shorts and flip flops. Even though she was only 16 she was still becoming very developed and of course the guys would notice and she had had her fun with some already.

Nikki was often told to do everything around the house by her parents, and today was one of those days. Her parents had left for a week and left her a list of chores to do so she was getting an early start. She was wearing her normal tank top and shorts and she turned on some music, which was the only way she could clean, and started dancing around with a duster and started to clean.

Jack stepped out of his new Charger and stretched him arms out wide. His parents had given him the car as a gift when he won a Golden Gloves boxing tournament. He wore board shorts, a baggy tank-top that showed off his ripped arms. He grabbed his duffel bag and headed inside. His house on campus was being renovated over the summer so he had just brought his clothes for the visit home. His over whelming impression was that nothing had changed in his upper middle class neighborhood. He shoved the unlocked door in and stepped into the blessed cool of the AC. He saw his little sister twirling. His bag hit the ground and he pulled his Oakleys off.

Without a word of warning he quietly snuck up behind her, grabbed her in a bear hug and shouted "Nikki!"

Nikki screamed and turned her head and saw that it was Jack "Dammit Jack you scared me" She turned around and saw him and realized how much she missed her brother around the house. She hugged him tighter and kissed him on the cheek. "Jack I've missed you" She got down out of his arms and turned the music off and pulled him down on the couch. "I'm so excited your home, I've been so alone in this house you know how much our parents are away"

She was thinking about how much time they were going to have to themselves and they had always gotten along when they were growing up, these next few weeks were going to be great.

Jack laughed when she pulled him down on top of him but posted his hands on her flat stomach to create a few inches of separation. The front door was still wide open. "We sure are sis, but I am starving." He held her head in his hands and kissed her on the forehead. Jack rose, shoved the door shut and walked into the kitchen. He came back a moment later with a cup of yogurt and sat back down next to her. It had been over a year since he had seen her last and his sister had grown up.

"So tell me how things are doing. Did mom and dad ever get that pool they always talked about?"

"They sure did, it's huge, we should go for a swim later if your up for it" She smiled and grabbed the spoon and took a bite of his yogurt smirking at him. She looked him over and realized he had grown up to and looked up at his hair and ruffled it with her hands, he had always hated it but she had a year's worth of annoyance to make up for and she planned to make up every minute of it.

"We should do something special for dinner since your home and its just you and me, so anything you want to do, we'll do it"

"We're definitely going swimming later." Jack smudged a bit of yogurt at the corner of her mouth and took another big bite. A grin appeared on his face when she ruffled his hair and reached over and gave it right back to her before grabbing her up in another hug. "It's just so good to see you. How about you make us dinner and I'll go out a get us a few drinks. Just don't tell mom and dad." He intoned with mock severity. She had never snitched on him her whole life. He doubted she'd start now.

Jack came back with two six packs of Mike's for her and a bottle of Sky vodka for himself. He walked into the kitchen and asked, "What's cookin'?"

"Well I thought I'd cook your favorite meal, spaghetti and meatballs and garlic bread" Nikki smiled and finished cooking the noodles, adding the sauce and putting the garlic bread in the oven. She set a timer and looked at the drinks he had gotten them. Of course Nikki had drank before with her friends but she liked that her brother would break the rules for her. "Here Jack taste the sauce" She put some on her finger and went to put it to his lips, after all they were related, but went for his nose instead. "Whoops sorry Jack" She smirked and tasted the sauce herself when the timer went off. "Dinner's ready"

Jack licked the sauce off of his nose with his exceptionally long tongue. His expectation had been warm ketchup but Nikki really surprised him. He poured two straight vodkas and opened a Mike's. Without warning, he grabbed her firmly by the waist, held a vodka to her mouth and said, "Here Nikki, taste the sauce." With that he pinched her cute little nose shut and dumped the drink down her throat. He had always played rough with her but she knew he would never hurt her. Jack handed his sputtering sister the lemonade to wash down the liquor.

"Let's eat." He downed his vodka poured another and then pulled a chair out for her before sitting himself

"Ah how do you drink that stuff" Nikki drank down the Mike's to chase the liquor. "Just wait until we are in the water" She sat down as he pulled the chair out and they began to eat having little conversation here and there about how school was for him and what she had been up to. Nikki drank down another Mike's and took a sip of his vodka thinking it was going to be different this time. Nope still the same as she took another sip of Mike's to get rid of the taste again.

They both finished and he helped her clear the table and they washed up the dishes having water fights along with putting soap on his face. She was laughing too hard to finish the dishes now.

"Go get your swim suit on, I'll finish the dishes." He swatted her rear to get her moving and set to work cleaning the kitchen. In no time at all, the room was sparkling and dishes were either drying, in the washer, or put away. Jack poured himself another drink the stepped out into the back yard. By now he was truly drunk. Jack became a gymnast when he was drunk. Fortunately he was athletic enough not to hurt himself. He stepped back from the pool, staggered, righted himself then sprinted. Feet from the edge he sprung forward, planted his hand on the deck and then splashed into the cool water. Nikki was right, the pool was huge.

He turned and shouted, "Are you coming or what?"

Nikki came bouncing out of the house in her red and black two piece bathing suit. She climbed onto the deck and saw him in the pool. She threw her towel to the side and saw where he was standing. She smirked at him and ran towards him doing a cannonball into the water right beside him splashing water up as she landing in the water. She rose to the surface wiping the water from her eyes and looked at him water dripping down his face and she backed up a little in case he tried to retaliate against her.

"See I told you this pool was huge" She reached for one of her floats and climbed on it laying out on it and floating across the water.


An athletic and muscular young man, as evidenced by his participation in a Golden Gloves boxing tournament and his ripped arms. He wears casual clothes like board shorts and a baggy tank-top. Personality-wise, he is playful and enjoys teasing his sister. He has a close bond with her, evident in their banter and shared activities.

Nikki came bouncing out of the house in her red and black two piece bathing suit. She climbed onto the deck and saw him in the pool. She threw her towel to the side and saw where he was standing. She smirked at him and ran towards him doing a cannonball into the water right beside him splashing water up as she landing in the water. She rose to the surface wiping the water from her eyes and looked at him water dripping down his face and she backed up a little in case he tried to retaliate against her.

"See I told you this pool was huge" She reached for one of her floats and climbed on it laying out on it and floating across the water.

Jack shook his head to clear his eyes of the water then narrowed them. "Oh yeah?" He demanded as he hopped out of the pool to give her a taste of her own medicine. In his drunkenness, he fell short and landed on her legs, sending the pair of them tangled together toward the bottom of the pool. Jack reached out blindly and his hand found a closed on a piece of fabric, inadvertently tearing it away. He broke the surface sputtering. "Are you okay?"


A thoughtful and patient individual. She is waiting for Aria in the café, indicating her punctuality. Her actions, such as idly stirring her coffee and watching pedestrians, demonstrate a contemplative personality. When it comes to expressing her feelings or revealing personal information, she shows hesitation but eventually opens up, hinting at an introverted nature with a willingness to trust those close to her. She has an approachable demeanor that makes others feel comfortable around her.

Hailey glanced out of the window, idly stirring her cup of coffee. Pedestrians were walking on the pavement, talking eagerly. She couldn't make out the words, and yet saw enough to realize that they were all looking excited. Taking a sip, the girl let out a sigh. She was quite anxious to meet her long-lost best friend again. Had, in fact, been counting the days for quite a while now. She consulted her watch, a frown creasing her eyebrows. Anytime now.

Aria had just turned nineteen. She had been reaching out to some of her old friends. At the peak of her life, right before high school, her parents decided to live like a gypsy. She became homeschooled and traveled the world. She saw so many wonderful things, but in the end, she was glad to go to university back in her hometown, while her parents continued to see and do things.

She had finally heard from Hailey. She looked at the small cafe and walked inside. She wore a pale yellow dress and looked around. "Hailey?" She asked, going up to the girl she assumed it was. "How are you?"

Hailey got up with a smile as she arrived. "Oh, I'm just fine. What about you, Aria?" She resumed her seat, looking eagerly at the girl. It'd been a long time since they'd last met. It almost gave her a funny feeling in the stomach. "I'd been waiting to meet you for a while now," she laughed. She poured out a cup of coffee for Young, asking her to help herself. "How have you been keeping? Do you remember that we'd dined here years ago?" She looked around the shop with an air of benign interest.

Aria went and sat down in front of the girl and smiled some. "I am fine, it was a nice drive back into town. Trying to find a place, I'm right now down at the motel. Oh, that was so long ago. I had so much fun here with you. I hated having to tell you that I was leaving." She did, Aria was into girls at a young age. She knew right away.

The reason, point blank why her parents decided they should live the gypsy life. Convert her daughter, go back to their baptist ways. But she couldn't. Seeing Hailey just made her stomach swirl with excitement. "So, tell me what have you been up to? Are you seeing anyone?"

"Yeah, you're right." They'd certainly had some fun back then. "Good times," Hailey said reminiscently, taking another sip. She wiped her mouth with a napkin, smiling at Aria. "And no... I haven't been seeing anyone." She shuddered slightly. "I'm not, well..." She hesitated for a moment, deliberating as to whether it'd be wise to tell the girl. She decided that it would. "I'm not into guys at all, actually." Grinning in an embarrassed sort of way, Hailey finished the coffee. "I hope you don't mind me saying so. And anyway, it'd be a lot harder for me to date a girl, you know?"

Aria stared at her friend and nodded as she thought back on the memory of her leaving. It hurt like hell. When hearing the girl confess to not liking guys she laughed a little. She smiled and reached her hand out to touch hers. "Guys are just... ya no, I get you one hundred percent... its actually why we started moving." She said, confessing the secrets of old to her friend. "My parents didn't like the fact that I was... well into girls."

Hailey looked amazed. "I never knew," she said. "Why didn't you tell me? Also, I wasn't lying when I said that I'm into girls. I-I was serious." Somehow her midsection seemed to be crawling with excitement. She cleared her throat. "Well, drink your coffee. It'd get cold. So, you aren't seeing anyone, are you?" Somehow she doubted that, and yet felt the need to make sure. While it couldn't affect her in any way, the girl was waiting with bated breath for her to reply in the negative.

Aria looked at the girl and shook her head. "I trust that you weren't lying. Why would you lie about it, you told me first?" She said with a smile and took a sip of her coffee after the girl told her to. Coffee, never her strong suit, but she didn't mind it. It was for Hailey. She looked her up and down carefully. "I am not seeing anyone, my parents wouldn't allow people to get close enough. As for not telling you, I don't know I was just discovering it and I had a major crush on you, and plus I always thought you had the hots for Brandon, the guy who was gonna make it on the football team." She paused and then pushed her coffee away. "Are you going to college?"

Hailey could hardly suppress her excitement at hearing that she had had a crush on him. "You did?" she whispered, unable to tear her eyes from Aria. Something seemed to be squirming inside her stomach. "And no. Like I said, I've got no attraction to birds." She wrinkled her nose. "I never even cared about Brandon, really. In fact—" she took a deep breath. "I kind of thought you were pretty, too. No, really," she added, thinking that the girl would think she was just joking. "I did. And no... I don't really have the money. No college." She shrugged, as if to suggest that it was of no consequence. Hailey leaned forward, touching her arm. "You are beautiful, you know."


A confident and open-minded young woman. She just turned nineteen, symbolizing her transition into adulthood. Her choice of a pale yellow dress suggests a cheerful and optimistic personality. Despite the challenges she faced due to her sexual orientation, she remains strong and willing to confront her past. Her curiosity about Hailey's life also indicates an empathetic nature. Aria carries herself with grace and poise that draw attention in public spaces like cafes.

Hailey could hardly suppress her excitement at hearing that she had had a crush on him. "You did?" she whispered, unable to tear her eyes from Aria. Something seemed to be squirming inside her stomach. "And no. Like I said, I've got no attraction to birds." She wrinkled her nose. "I never even cared about Brandon, really. In fact—" she took a deep breath. "I kind of thought you were pretty, too. No, really," she added, thinking that the girl would think she was just joking. "I did. And no... I don't really have the money. No college." She shrugged, as if to suggest that it was of no consequence. Hailey leaned forward, touching her arm. "You are beautiful, you know."

"Yeah... I did. I wanted to ask you to our middle school graduation party, but when my parents heard that, it was away and gone, right before high school." Hearing that the girl thought Brandon was not the same as she had thought Aria pretty. Aria looked away for a minute, blushing quietly before turning to face her. "I am sorry, did you want to go to college?" She said, trying to turn the subject away from her dancing stomach at the mutual attraction. "Well, you are gorgeous, Hailey."


A determined and resourceful vigilante, who despite being unnerved by unfamiliar situations, doesn't back down from challenges. She is quick to react and adapt, using tools like her amplifier and knife effectively in combat. Her temper can be short when she feels she's failing, indicating a strong desire for success and perhaps some perfectionism. She is agile enough to navigate rooftops with ease and possesses a hearing aid-like device which enhances her sensory abilities. Additionally, she carries at least one knife in a leg sheath for emergencies. Despite having fears such as of wasps or the unknown, her bravery shines through in high-stakes situations.

Red Rose immediately heard the alarm through an amplifier she had built into a hearing aid like device. No longer was she searching her mind for her next target; instead she was searching for where the sound was coming from. She hopped up onto her feet and leapt to the next rooftop over, peering out into the night sky to look for buildings with a bunch of commotion around them. Unfortunately, there was commotion everywhere. The police were running around all over the city, but for what...? Did the alarm have something to do with it?

The vigilante turned up her amplifier and jumped from rooftop to rooftop, going wherever the noise was louder and finally making her way to the research center. She stopped one rooftop over and had to pause. There was something going on here. The police were flying by the building... But not stopping. Why weren't they stopping at the building with an alarm going off? What could possibly be more important? It was as if they had no idea where they were going, but were intent on getting there. It would be up to her to investigate, then.

She leapt onto the rooftop of the research building and picked the lock on the door to the inside. Silently she walked, searching for the intruder. It wasn't long before she came upon a room full of servers that looked brand new. Something felt off about that room, so she prepared herself and stepped inside.

While Synapse waited for Red Rose to appear, he almost fell asleep, lost in his breathing with little more to make noise. And thus, when steps came from the hall, the villain quickly shaking himself awake in his chair, slapping himself a few times and grabbing one of the many wrappings around his neck, stretching it and holding it out in front of him, fully expecting some kind of projectile to come flying straight at him the moment the vigilante entered the room.

What was more, he also started breathing faster, almost as if he was trying to hype himself to sprint a race, both to be ready for the fight to come, as well as to stagnate the air around him, making his trap more effective.

But despite his apparent relaxation, Synapse wouldn't remain a sitting duck, as soon as he saw Red Rose, a projectile in hand or not, he would throw himself back on the chair, rolling to his knees and deeper into the room, diving for cover behind the servers, using their hallway structure to his advantage, moving in between them, weaving back and forth as if he knew the layout of the room by memory, all the while trying to sneak up on his little prey, ready to let her get a good taste of what his powers could do.

Wrong. So, so very wrong. That was how the very air felt the moment Red Rose stepped into the server room. The hair on the back of her neck stood as a chill crept up her spine. The air felt... electrified, as if her neurons were more easily excitable than usual.

She flicked a dagger out of a sheath on her leg as her amplifier picked up the sound of movement. Her eyes darted towards the sound and she caught a glimpse of what looked like a piece of fabric go behind one of the towers. Red Rose stalked closer to where the fabric disappeared, that electric feeling got stronger. Her heart rate began to pick up, a tingling feeling started to manifest seemingly from her bones.

"Come out, come out wherever you are..." she purred, trying to hide the nervousness in her voice. Truth be told, she hadn't ever experienced anything like this before. She really was afraid of wasps, so there was a sense of fear when confronting Insectoid, but this room, this spark in the atmosphere... This was a deeper feeling. One that frightened her. So she gripped her knife harder, waiting for the moment she saw the villain to strike.

When Red Rose entered the server room, Synapse started working on his plan, breaking the vigilante into little more than malleable clay for him to shape as he wanted, and the first step to do that was to make her afraid of him. And thus, he sneaked in between the large computers, walking back towards the entrance, using his breathe to harden the tip of one of the traps around his neck, unwinding it and throwing it forth, causing the door to slam shut without having to get close.

But Synapse didn't remain still afterward, going back to where he was sitting, once more throwing the strap out to cause some noise, banging it against one of the servers. "Ready or not, here I come." An almost singing voice spoke from behind the mask, the villain moving through the room while trying to evade Rose, although ready to throw his improvised projectile at her head if they did manage to cross paths, aiming to both daze her, as well as giving himself time to vanish again, clearly playing with the vigilante.

"Don't forget to breathe, little hero. Nice big breaths, you can't fight without air, can you?" He called out to her, perhaps trying to throw her off about the nature of his powers, or perhaps just to further play with her, letting her hear a good long exhale of his, right before he stopped moving, hearing for her steps.

When the door slammed, Red Rose whipped her head around to look and cringed because the sound was so loud through her turned up amplifier. After a few seconds of being dazed, Red Rose reached up and turned down the amplifier just slightly before continuing to step silently from row to row, hoping to catch another glimpse of the villain she was after.

As the sound of the strap hitting the server, she turned her head and began to walk towards it. She heard his voice and kept trying to follow it, still clutching her knife as that electric feeling got more intense. The vigilante silently cursed him for reminding her to breathe, suddenly taking away a little of her focus from the situation to remember to breathe. The comment wasn't intended to impact her breathing, but it certainly did.

One problem the vigilante had resided within that of her temper. If she felt like she was failing, her patience grew thin. Fast. This was one such example. She knew she was being toyed with, like a kitten following a red dot on the wall. The servers were encased in glass doors so she couldn't climb to the top of the towers, all she had to do was keep searching.

Finally she noticed that the sound of his footsteps had gone silent. What was he planning? What was going on here? She peeked out from behind a server and saw his leg from where he was standing perpendicular to her behind another row of servers. She readied her knife, and masterfully threw it at his leg.


A cunning and elusive villain, who enjoys playing mind games with his opponents. He is adept at using the environment and even his own injuries to his advantage, suggesting a high level of strategic thinking. His taunts indicate a sense of humor, albeit dark, and he seems confident in his abilities. He wears thick pants durable enough to partially protect him from a knife throw and has wrappings around his neck which he can use as weapons or distractions. His mask suggests an interest in maintaining anonymity or perhaps just adding another layer of intimidation.

When the door slammed, Red Rose whipped her head around to look and cringed because the sound was so loud through her turned up amplifier. After a few seconds of being dazed, Red Rose reached up and turned down the amplifier just slightly before continuing to step silently from row to row, hoping to catch another glimpse of the villain she was after.

As the sound of the strap hitting the server, she turned her head and began to walk towards it. She heard his voice and kept trying to follow it, still clutching her knife as that electric feeling got more intense. The vigilante silently cursed him for reminding her to breathe, suddenly taking away a little of her focus from the situation to remember to breathe. The comment wasn't intended to impact her breathing, but it certainly did.

One problem the vigilante had resided within that of her temper. If she felt like she was failing, her patience grew thin. Fast. This was one such example. She knew she was being toyed with, like a kitten following a red dot on the wall. The servers were encased in glass doors so she couldn't climb to the top of the towers, all she had to do was keep searching.

Finally she noticed that the sound of his footsteps had gone silent. What was he planning? What was going on here? She peeked out from behind a server and saw his leg from where he was standing perpendicular to her behind another row of servers. She readied her knife, and masterfully threw it at his leg.

The moment Red Rose's steps fell silent, Synapse got more focused on his movements and thoughts. Because if she was so fast to react to him, then he needed a plan on how to take her down before she could notice what hit her. But it was amidst this thinking that something hit him, and it wasn't an idea.

Fortunately, his pants were made to endure rough use, and thus the thick material snagged the knife and dispersed most of the force, but it would still hurt, cutting into his leg and causing some bleeding."Mother..." He silently cursed before catching himself, not wanting to give away his position, yet he picked up the knife and started moving again, leaving a few drops of blood wherever he passed.

But his bleeding gave him an idea, starting to walk in between the servers, purposely leaving a trail that went in circles, trying to confuse the vigilante. Weaving and bobbing with the knife tightly held in his arm, grunting and taking sharp inhales due to the pain once or twice, yet ignoring the injury and pushing forward.

And thus he would lay his trap, using his bleeding to lead her to a hall near the end of the room, near where he had laid in wait, and where the air was charged the most. Once there, he bent down and pressed hard on the wound, stopping the bleeding for the few seconds it took him to hide behind a nearby server, ready to attack the moment she gave as much as a twitch due to his powers.


A demi-wolf, similar to Theo. He is quite active and agile, as evidenced by his swift climbing skills. His personality is outgoing and he often speaks in a casual, humorous manner. He shows curiosity towards the unfamiliar world and its mysteries while maintaining an upbeat attitude. Despite being from another world, he is adaptable and unafraid of new experiences or challenges. His mischievous side is revealed when discussing 'vorgies', indicating a more carnal aspect to his character.

It was a bright and beautiful day above the Shimmerwood, a mystical forest surrounded by many rumors and legends of magic and beasts. Though calm and peaceful at its edges, its depths were deep, and dark, and seldom visited, and even more seldom returned from.

Suddenly, without warning, what few clouds that drifted above the Shimmerwood, started to come together in a spiral pattern, rapidly twirling around, the sounds of thunder cracks and kind of deep, wooshy noises permeating the air.

With even less warning, something shot out from the core of the spiral and collided with the ground... it was a young man, dressed strangely for this realm. He was average in height, with fairly pale skin, though with black hair, wolfish ears and a furred tail. His clothes were also black, t-shirt and pants. His eyes were a darkened yellowy brown color.

He pushed himself to his hands and knees, and smoothed some hair from his face. "...what the fuck was that?" Matty, but one of our protagonists, muttered.

The arms of the spiral spread forth across the sky, blanketing the ground with a strange pattern of light and shadow as the spiral churned. Its movements were clearly unnatural, as it spun with and against the wind. The trees swayed below with the rising air that seemed to be drawn towards the center, which glowed and crackled a strange light blue. Then like a comet the first to arrive was released, Matty plummeting to the ground amidst the trees and landing in a clearing beneath the center of the strange cloud formation.

Theo felt a strange sensation taking hold over him. He slowly stood from his seat, and brushed over the cushion with his long white tail before he headed to look through the window of his study. The sky was clear, yet he had just heard a rumble of thunder. He felt a gust of wind and turned around, his stark white hair blowing back, but he saw nothing disturbed in his room. Then he felt a tug, as if suddenly lifted upwards for a moment before being set down. Splaying down his lupine ears, he took a few steps, only to be lifted again, almost up to the ceiling before dropping down once more. Looking about, he felt himself starting to rise, and quickly grabbed at a nearby dictionary, the heaviest thing within reach. However, his fingers slipped through it, immaterial. He looked over himself, seeing for a moment that his hands and arms were fading, before suddenly he was blinded in a white-blue light. It lasted only for a moment, before he felt air surging around him, and gravity setting in. He flailed instinctively in the air as he came crashing down just a little ways from Matty to the carpet of the forest floor.

The demi wolf quickly jumped to his feet, his tail instinctively brushing down his dark slacks, his dress shirt buttoned only to his chest. A red tied wrapped loosely around his neck, and nearly flew off in another gust of wind. His bright emerald eyes flickered briefly to Matty as he rose, before his attention was drawn skywards to the crackling thundering spiral which, as he gazed up at it, began to scatter, the central core giving away to bright sunshine as the clouds dispersed. Within a matter of moments, the sky was naturally cloudy, but clear, nothing out of the ordinary, save for the two strangers abducted to this land.

Matty noticed somebody else landing against the ground nearby, throwing a glance over to the other person. Matty pushed himself up to his feet, looking at the other man, Theo, with confusion, before following the brighter wolf's eyes and turning to look up at the spiral in the sky, his eyes widening with surprise as he saw just what exactly he had been launched through.

He continued to stare at the bright and clear sky once the spiral had seemingly dissipated, before he slowly turned his attention all the way back to Theo. He cocked his head in confusion and uncertainty, before he gestured up to the empty sky.

"...I have no idea who you are, but do you have any idea what the hell that was?" Matty questioned. "Because it had absolutely nothing to do with me"

Theo shook his head as the strange phenomenon seemed to simply vanish without a trace into the calm blue sky. He turned his attention to the other person who seemed to have been dropped in a similar fashion. He tilted his head a little as well, his eyes glinting slightly before he wobbled some on his feet, holding his head as he felt a heavy weight on him, as if someone was turning a vice against the sides of his head. He shook his head again and the feeling disappeared. Ignoring the question for a moment he looked to a nearby tree, gazing at it, feeling the pressure again as he tried to influence the world around him until he gave up with another shake of his head. Rubbing his eyes he turned back to Matty, his tail flicking in irritation. "As to why this happened, I haven't a clue," he said, a huff coming from him afterwards. "We seem to be of a similar species, where are you from? I think it is reasonable to say that wherever we were from before, we have been summoned somewhere else."

"Me? I'm from Furchester... well, from somewhere outside L.A, originally, but nowhere you'd have heard of, but I was in Furchester just now, like, a minute ago" Matty told Theo. He looked around, before he started to pat himself down, and rummaged his hands through his pockets. He pulled out a cellphone, eyes lighting up before he immediately frowned. "No signal, damn..." He muttered, before putting it back in his pocket and rummaging further. A guitar plectrum would be the only other thing he seemed to possess. "Great... well, I got nothing..."

He looked back at Theo, and gave a sigh. "Name's Matty, the next greatest guitarist you've never heard of" He joked dryly, before sighing again. "So, who are you?" He asked Theo.

The demi wolf frowned some as Matty spoke. The words were simply not ones he understood, the places unknown to him. He contemplated these thoughts while Matty looked over his person. They were certainly alike physically, but similarities seemed to end not far beyond. He stepped forward a little closer, looking over the device in his hand, another thing he did not recognize. Theo would take a moment to straighten the tie still loosely hung about his neck. He seemed to slightly puff up his chest a little as he was spoken to.

"I am Theo Niveus, Lord of Castle Niveus and the Haunted Hills," he proudly proclaimed. "And it would seem we are from different realms as I thought. I neither know of this Furchester you speak of, or L.A." He shifted his weight, then looked down at his leg for a moment. He fished in his pocket, tilting his head at the feeling of a small folded piece of paper, that he didn't recall putting in there. He began to unfold, and unfold, and unfold. The paper grew and grew until the last unfolding stretched his arms wide, to hold what looked like a map!

Matty stared at Theo for a moment as he introduced himself. Then, he smirked. He tried to hold in a laugh, but ultimately couldn't. A guffaw of amusement erupted from, making him double over for a moment, holding his knees before he straightened up, wiping his eyes. "Oh God..." He mumbled, still chuckling a little. "...I'm sorry, it's just... that all sounds so... uh, weird, like... you don't look like any kind of lord I'd imagine, and you sound like you're from somewhere in a video game..." Matty said, regaining his composure and breathing in.

He blinked in surprise however, and cocked his head when Theo appeared to pull out a map. "...oh, YOU happen to have something useful in YOUR pockets, then?"

The demi wolf felt his hair and tail fluff standing on end as Matty started to laugh at him. He was clearly unamused, but he seemed to hold his composure... though that was mostly because of the strong headache he received as he tried to enact his will again. It seemed that such things were currently beyond him here. Understandable, but frustrating. "I don't know what a video game is," he mumbled as he looked over the map, grinning some as Matty pointed it out. "Well, one of us has to be competent," he added with a leering smirk before returning his attention to the map.

"For whatever reason, it seems the map was drawn with this point as its center... strange, but at least I can say we are in a place called the Shimmerwood... whether the land is a country or continent, Shimmerwood resides in a place called Vorantor. Hmm... There is no compass here," he muttered, turning the map slightly. Various places were dotted along the map, a town to the left of the forest's marking on the map. Many other places were labeled, with a few roads between the settlements, but there was no making heads or tails of which way was north, unless one assumed that up and down were north and south, but anyone could draw a map differently, and this place was already strange enough. "Here, have a look, tell me what you think," he said, handing the map over to Matty.

"Shimmerwood? Vorantor?" Matty questioned, cocking his head before he came over to look at the map that Theo was showing him. "...this is a weird map, this is... I don't know anywhere where I come from that looks like this, and some of these names... they ain't the sort of places we'd have back home" Matty remarked.

"Well, you and me clearly don't have any answers for one another" Matty said, turning his attention back to Theo. "So the best thing we can do, is get ourselves oriented and head to the closest settlement... even if they don't know what brought us here, they'll have to know where we are" Matty said, before smirking. "See, I can be competent too" He told Theo.

The demi wolf reluctantly nodded in agreement with Matty's plan. "I think that would be best, who knows what could be lurking in these trees where a magical phenomena summoning the pair of us and then disappearing might be the norm. It seems the closest settlement is... to the left on this map." He looked up at the sky, thankful that the sky being blue, a solar body exuding warmth above them, and a general arc of its path according to where it looked to be in the sky and the length of the shadows of the trees. "Assuming this body is rotating the same as at home, for me at least, I suppose that West would be in that direction," he said, pointing to one edge of the little clearing they were in.

"...are you one of those lords that just sits about and reads books all day?" Matty questioned "Because you don't sound like you get out a whole lot" Matty remarked, looking Theo up and down once more. He gave a shrug, eventually. "Whatever, so... that way, then?" Matty gestured to the way that Theo had pointed, before he started walking. He paused for a moment, before he rummaged around on the ground, before picking up a decent sized rock, and sliding it away into one of the many pockets of his cargo pants. "Just in case we run into trouble... unless you've got a gun or a sword hidden away with that map as well?"

The demi wolf would slightly shrug his shoulders at the question. "I have reasons for... not getting out a lot," he said with a toothy grin. He followed Matty's tail as he started off, following behind and watching him pick up a little rock. "It seems the map was all I had," he said, patting his pockets just to be sure. He didn't feel anything else in them this time, as he contemplated where the map came from. They had been transported here through some sort of clearly magical force. Whether that was natural was doubtful. Someone brought them here, someone who understood civilization to provide them with a map. Someone who must have some kind of reason for doing so, and perhaps a way to send them home. "I have no weaponry. Unfortunately my usual means of self defense are... stifled." he murmured, looking over Matty again. He made a slight hand movement, flicking one of his fingers, and the rock in Matty's pocket suddenly jumped out and bounced a few steps in front of him. "Or perhaps I was just thinking too big..." he murmured, feeling no headache this time as he flicked his finger again, and sending the rock jumping back into Matty's pocket.

"Uh-huh, I bet..." Matty murmured, disinterestedly at Theo's explanation of his behavior, continuing to walk on. "So, we got a map... Great, so, we at least know vaguely where we are and what the place looks like from above, whatever dragged us here gave us some real advantages..." Matty remarked, sarcastically. "Stifled? What, you some kind of gun-kata expert or something?" Matty questioned, before blinking as he felt the stone shoot out from his pocket, and watching as it landed in front of him. "...what the fuck..." He muttered, watching again, almost flinching as the rock came back to him, back into his pocket. He turned around to give Theo a look of confusion, and uncertainty... and perhaps the slightest bit of anxiety.

"...right, whatever" He said, shaking his head and dismissing his uncertainty. He carried on walking westwards, leading the way, though he seemed a little more subdued now.

Theo chuckled some at the look on Matty's face, and he quickened his pace to walk closer alongside him, ensuring that he didn't brush his tail against the fellow demi wolf's as he matched his stride. "We all have our own talents. You seem to understand and use some technology that I am unaware of, and I can invoke physical manifestations of my will upon my surroundings. It seems however that we are both limited. You didn't seem to find much use for your technology, and I was unable to uproot one of these trees. Flicking a rock around is a pittance, but if that is the most I can accomplish for now, then I will make do with what I can," he said, a bit of a huff coming out afterwards as he walked alongside Matty. "Regardless, I would like to know more about you, and feel free to ask away. I might come off as stiff, but I hope we can get to know one another and work together to find our ways home."

"Ehh... you talk too fancy" Matty muttered, before brushing his arms down and sighing. "Sorry, I'm used to people who sound like you, looking down on me, so I'm kinda used to fending for myself and not really trusting anyone else... maybe you're alright, I don't know yet, but then again, maybe I'm wrong and I'm asshole, only time's going to tell" Matty remarked, giving another shrug. "And to be honest, there isn't really that much about me that's worth talking about... decent home, decent parents, a few siblings, didn't get up to much until college, which I got thrown out of, too aggressive, apparently, but that was all just set-ups and scapegoats" Matty waxed nostalgic. "Took to the streets to earn my way in life, got pretty decent at it, it wasn't so bad, but not a whole lot was happening... until now, that is"

Matty gave a shrug. "Not exactly a grand backstory, but I like to think my story's still being written... But what about you, Lord of the Haunted Hills? Anything interesting about you?"


A demi-wolf with strikingly white hair and tail, an unusual color attributed to his family's magical lineage. His eyes are bright, often hidden behind the bangs of his hair. He carries himself with a calm demeanor and exhibits patience in dealing with Matty's antics. Despite being from a different world, he shows adaptability and open-mindedness towards new experiences, including learning about 'vorgies'. He is knowledgeable about magic and possesses some powers, although they appear diminished in this unfamiliar realm.

"Ehh... you talk too fancy" Matty muttered, before brushing his arms down and sighing. "Sorry, I'm used to people who sound like you, looking down on me, so I'm kinda used to fending for myself and not really trusting anyone else... maybe you're alright, I don't know yet, but then again, maybe I'm wrong and I'm asshole, only time's going to tell" Matty remarked, giving another shrug. "And to be honest, there isn't really that much about me that's worth talking about... decent home, decent parents, a few siblings, didn't get up to much until college, which I got thrown out of, too aggressive, apparently, but that was all just set-ups and scapegoats" Matty waxed nostalgic. "Took to the streets to earn my way in life, got pretty decent at it, it wasn't so bad, but not a whole lot was happening... until now, that is"

Matty gave a shrug. "Not exactly a grand backstory, but I like to think my story's still being written... But what about you, Lord of the Haunted Hills? Anything interesting about you?"

The demi wolf listened politely, walking ever fashionably with his hands behind his back above his silky swaying tail. He didn't feel he had looked down on Matty, but perhaps indulging in his own prowess, when they were both utterly lost in these woods and he truly had no idea where the map had come from, had come off a bit harsh. "I have not behaved in the most respectable manner, sorry," he said, having no qualms with admitting to his fault. "Perhaps not grand, but certainly much to hear about worth listening to. A decent life is well worth it alone, let alone the bumps along the way. Perhaps you'll take a liking to this place, or at least make something of it."

He paused as he was asked in turn, a pleased smile flickering from the use of his title. "Interesting I suppose, though I'm not sure it would make a lot of sense, or at least, I feel my unfazed nature regarding certain subjects could be somewhat bizarre, and I don't wish to come off as alien to you... Let me suffice to say that where I'm from, at least in my domain, I do not have technology such as yours. I imagine others do, but my Castle and Hills are timelocked. Imagine a country with no borders to the ocean. That is landlocked. Think of the same scenario, on a smaller scale, but instead of the absence to a physical coast bordering a body of water, my domain is held within a bubble at a certain period of time, the world progressing without but not within. The Castle is at its epicenter, while fringes of the Hills at the walls are within this bubble. Beyond that, to the edge of the forests that grow atop the Hills, time fluctuates. The dead appears as spirits, light of their pasts giving them form as they traverse the chronologically murky landscape. As for myself, I keep watch over my domain, shooing away wanderers, and ever more tiredly attempting to keep myself entertained. To be honest I was wondering if this event was some sort of hallucination, but I would never limit my abilities in such a haze, nor could I produce such technology in my imagination, so I must believe this to be real. I suppose the place will be quite the mess when I return with just my... Well you might not understand that either, so let's just call him twin brother. Anyways, I imagine he'll have the run of the place without me, and that will certainly be a chore to tidy up."


An attractive 23 years old woman with feminine curves, which perfectly match Jason's masculine physique. She is passionate and responsive during their intimate encounter, showing a strong connection to her husband. Her personality is affectionate, expressive, and adventurous, as she eagerly explores their newfound relationship both physically and emotionally.

Besides a quick drunken fumble and a lot of kissing, Jemma hadn't been able to fully explore her husband's sensual skills. It dawned on her that his goal seemed to be her pleasure rather than his own. It was both endearing and mind blowing to think he now belonged exclusively to her!

Jemma desperately wanted to prolong the pleasure but it was impossible under the onslaught of his combined lips tongue and fingers. Those clever digits probed her wetness and found her g-spot with such accuracy that she just fell apart with zero warning. "Oh my God, Jason!" Her orgasm crashed through her, causing her writhing body to tense in his arms and a choked scream broke through her lips.

Once she had experienced the first of many orgasms that he planned on giving her, Jason found it now a better time than to get the both of them the rest of the way naked. But before he did that, Jason licked up the excess wetness that had came out of her, getting a good taste of his wife's pussy. It tasted as sweet as a cherry mixed with a strawberry was the only way he could describe it. Once that was done, Jason worked on pulling the dress off of her the best he could, trying to fumble with taking off his jeans at the same time.

This had been without a doubt the hottest sexual experience of his life with someone who was almost a complete stranger, yet he felt like he knew her all of his life. He still felt amazed that all of this had happened so quickly, but he felt as if this was a lesson learned. You can't always plan everything, even when it comes to matters of love. After a few moments of fumbling around, Jason finally got his jeans and boxers off, displaying his fully erect cock, waiting to go inside of her.

Frantic now to feel her husband inside her, Jemma fought off the lethargy that usually came over her after a good orgasm and sat up to help him undress her. Her fingers pushed his pants and boxers down as he stepped out of his shoes. With a sharp tug and a laugh, she pulled him down on the bed and rolled them so she was on top, straddling his thighs. She took a moment to admire his sexy form, letting him look at her body too. They were a perfect match of hard masculinity and soft feminine curves. "You're so gorgeous, baby," she said, reverently.

While she looked, her hands smoothed teasingly over his chest and belly before she wrapped her fingers around his erection and stroked it, just once, before bending to lick the tip and get a taste for him as he had tasted her. She decided that she would fully explore this piece of equipment with her mouth later, but right now she needed it in her channel, needed to be stretched wide around his girth and filled up b her husband's cock.

With a little shuffle, she brought her hips in line with his hard-on, allowing the tip to just push past her wet lips but not yet sinking down, teasing him and herself by prolonging the moment before finally sinking down. Slowly, with a satisfied moan, she lowered herself down on his cock.

Jason smiled and a groan of pure pleasure escaped his mouth as she slid down on his hard member. His hands gently ran along the smooth, slender outline of her body. She had such an amazing body and he only wondered what it could do in the bedroom when they made love. He'd guide her up and down on his manhood, grunting and groaning as her tightness milked and squeezed on his dick. The movement of their bodies together was just simply amazing.

As they made hot passionate love, Jason would pull a few of his own tricks while she rode his cock. He started to buck up into her, holding her waist for support as he'd continually grunt and groan, feeling her tight pussy squeeze his cock in all the right ways. This had so far been the best experience of his life and he knew that it wouldn't be too much longer until he would cum inside of her, that is, if that's what she wanted. "Oh baby, you feel so fucking good around my big dick!! Oh fuck!!! Unnnngh!!" He grunted out, voicing his pleasure during their hot experience.

"Yes, ah!" Jemma's cries joined in harmony whenever he ground up into her, making his pelvis massage her clit. She rode him harder, her pace increasing. A sheen of perspiration broke out on her body, her cheeks flushed as she gazed down at him. "You fill me so good, baby..."

Amazingly, Jemma could feel another orgasm slowly building in her groin. She leaned down so she could kiss him as she rode, her breasts now bouncing against his chest, the angle ripping another moan from her throat. She kissed him deeply, breathlessly, whimpering into his mouth before she had to lift up for air.

"I'm going to cum, baby," she breathed. "Are you close? Cum with me... inside me, please... oh god... please!"

Jason grunted and groaned with her in anticipation of her next orgasm, wanting desperately to feel it ooze onto his cock. The way she moaned and writhed just turned him on more and drove him to penetrate up into her even deeper than before, really pounding his thick manhood into her tightness. He could feel her inner walls contract as the orgasm built stronger and stronger, which prompted him to thrust up into her even harder than before, just to get her to cum that much sooner.

After a while of this along with grunting and groaning, Jason himself had worked up a sweat. Not only had he worked up a good perspiration, but he felt a sensation tensing up in his testicles, which meant he was about to cum. "Oh shit Jemma, I'm about to cum too!!! Fuck yes!!!" After a while of her being on top, it was time for him to flip them over. He sat up, grasping her tightly, and did just that, flipped them over to where he'd be on top. He then proceeded to plow deeply into her tight pussy. Letting out one last grunt, he managed to spout out as it had happened, "Oh fuck!! I came!!!" Jason took a brief moment to catch his breath while pumping and thrusting slowly into her to pull her orgasm out of her.

Before she knew it, Jemma found herself under her husband, his cock pounding into her hard and fast, taking her breath away. Her words became incoherent and needy as he forced another myriad of little orgasms through her body. Instead of subsiding, she found herself swept away on the tide of rapture, her body jerking and twitching beneath him.

The sensation of hot cum shooting off inside her caused her to spasm one last time before subsiding. For a long time, her body shuddered and twitched as she came down from her orgasmic high, his fat cock still moving inside her wet pussy, drawing the bliss out longer. She sighed and moaned, clinging to him tightly and seeking his lips with hers for a kiss.


A passionate and sensual 26 years old man with a strong desire to please his partner. He is physically attractive, with a masculine appearance that complements Jemma's feminine curves. His personality comes across as caring, loving, and generous, as he focuses on making his wife happy both in and out of the bedroom.

Before she knew it, Jemma found herself under her husband, his cock pounding into her hard and fast, taking her breath away. Her words became incoherent and needy as he forced another myriad of little orgasms through her body. Instead of subsiding, she found herself swept away on the tide of rapture, her body jerking and twitching beneath him.

The sensation of hot cum shooting off inside her caused her to spasm one last time before subsiding. For a long time, her body shuddered and twitched as she came down from her orgasmic high, his fat cock still moving inside her wet pussy, drawing the bliss out longer. She sighed and moaned, clinging to him tightly and seeking his lips with hers for a kiss.

Their lips finally met for their kiss after the fact that they both just had mind blowing sex that they can and will now be able to remember vividly. Jason couldn't believe that this hot, sexy young blonde bombshell was his wife and damn was she good in bed! He had a feeling that even though he couldn't remember the whole night before, but parts were coming back to him, this is the best decision that he'd ever made. Jemma obviously loved him and he was really find out why he fell for her. She's sweet, loving, loyal, kind, and most of all drop dead gorgeous.

Jason began to softly run his had along her back as she had rested on top of him. He'd smile as he enjoyed this feeling that he got with her. "So I was thinking, even though you seem perfectly apply with our small little Vegas wedding, maybe we could have a more lavish ceremony to renew our vows in the coming months. You could meed my family, well what's left of my family, and my friends and you could also invite any family and friends that you may have that you'd want to invite. What do you think about that?" Jason was completely taken by this young woman and was willing to give her everything she ever wanted. She'd never have to work again in her entire life if she wanted.