A succubus, standing half a head shorter than Sora, with long pink hair and lightly tanned skin. She possesses distinctive features such as pairs of wings on her head and back, as well as a spade-tipped tail. Her attire is suggestive, consisting of stockings that cling to her shapely legs and a corset that barely contains her ample chest. Personality-wise, she exudes an aura of raw desire and seduction. She's bold, playful, and not one for subtlety; she clearly enjoys the thrill of sexual encounters. Despite knowing Sora has a girlfriend, she doesn't hesitate to pursue what she wants---him---showcasing her disregard for societal norms or boundaries in pursuit of personal satisfaction.

A few days later, it was a perfect spring day. Warm, sunny, and with a light breeze to cool one down it was the perfect day to take a stroll and enjoy the city. And to both Sora and a certain someone, it was a fantastic day to be outside, walking. With it still being early noon, there was plenty of time to do one's business, and make it home on time. Yet the crowds themselves were slightly thinned out, some at work, others at school... and some, just following others.

Sora walked around the park with the small bag in his hand. Just some small groceries they were missing earlier so he went out to get them while Satsumi was taking a nap. Since it was still early and the day was so nice, he decided to take a longer path home to enjoy the nice breeze that was blowing. Unaware that there was someone following him, he walked carefree, and turned into an empty street while checking the time on his phone.

As he turned and walked around a corner, there was a subtle but quick movement from the alleyway next to him. Almost immediately after that, a pair of hands were on Sora's shirt and arm, tugging him a bit forcefully into the alley itself. It was hard to see at first with how quick things were, and with the figure initially keeping Sora from seeing them, but a brief glimpse at the hand on his arm, showed that they were more feminine in nature.

"Unf!" Sora grunted, as that was the first thing that came out of his mouth as he was suddenly pulled into the alley he just passed by. "What?!" He exclaimed as he realized he was being pulled by someone and tried pulling back. But having been caught by surprise, Sora was off balance and didn't have any good positioning to hold himself. All he could do was hold on to his attacker's arms, which he realized weren't strong or anything, meaning his attacker was most likely a girl.

It seemed whatever the woman was doing, it was likely aided by magic given she was stronger than she looked. Likewise, there was a brief shimmer around Sora, making the area outside of it appear a little hazy and distorted. moments later, his back was against the wall—not a harsh shove, but more of a playful nudge. Now face to face with his assailant, it may not have been what one initially suspected. She stood about half a head shorter than Sora, even in the heels she wore. Lightly tanned and with long pink hair, the things that may well have given away what she was were the pairs of wings adorning both her head and back as well as the spade tip tail. Clearly she was not dressed for public view, between stockings that clung against shapely legs and left light indentations where the garters rode against plump thighs. Likewise, her corset barely held her chest at all, and could be only generously called appropriate.

A succubus appeared. "Well well." She spoke, tail flickering behind her. "Seems you're the one who gave me that energy the other day, I wasn't expecting you to be alone... Where's your girlfriend?" She asked in an innocent, almost sweet manner, but one that lay dripping with unsubtle intentions.

Sora gulped down nervous as he realized who his attacker was, it took only a moment for him to realize she was a succubus. She was really strong for her look and he had no idea why. He tried looking back the way they came but it was hazy and distorted. Even if it wasn't, his gaze quickly went back to the sexy woman standing in front of him, holding him in place.

"Look ahm... I have no idea what you're talking about. I just went out to get some groceries. Satsumi is home sleeping" he answered her honestly, hoping that would help him somehow.

"Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about." She said , her tail pointedly flicking as she moved her hand to just under his chin, making sure she could look him in the eyes. "The clothing store the other day? You weren't the only ones in there, you know. And being what I am? It's very easy to feel the sort of energy you two were giving out. Seems you're quite enamored with that lady. But, I don't think she'll object much to us having our own fun, will she?" As she asked, her painted lips curled into a smile, her tail slowly moving to run its spade like tip against his leg, towards his inner thighs.

"The clothing... store..." Sora repeated, suddenly remembering the love making he and Satsumi had done at the mall a few days back, as well as the feeling of being watched he had all day afterwards. "You mean... you were there that day?" Shit... he knew they should have been more careful that day. Now somebody knew what they've done there. Though, what exactly did she mean with 'being what she is?' What was her? She was clearly not human, a monster girl? If so, then which kind? A pointy tail, and wings on her back, not to mention the color of her skin. "What... what do you want?" Was the safest question Sora could think of to ask.

"Of course I was there, I'm quite particular about my outfits, and making sure I look my best. And it seems I came in on a very good day. The contact high I got from you two left me satisfied... But I still want more." Her tail then pointed but softly jabbed in between his legs at his crotch. "I'm not one for subtlety I'll admit. I want you, and I'm going to have you here and now." Her tone took on a more heady and teasing town as she leaned in, her breasts pressing back into his chest as she kept him pinned against the wall, though his hands were soon free as one of them moved to cup his cheek in her palm, the other moving to begin unzipping his pants, her lips a mere inch from his. This close, she smelled faintly of vanilla and other, more subtle and exotic fragrances.

"Wow... hold on. I... I have a girlfriend." Sora tried telling her to stop when he felt her tail playing at his crotch, which made him unable to speak for a moment. "I-I... I can't..." he tried again when the woman pushed her body even closer to his and cupped his cheek. Her smell... her smell was... intoxicating. Sweet and also... exotic. Sora's mind seemed to go a bit blank as he seemed to be unable to resist her.

With her face mere inches from his, it didn't take too much effort for him to lean a bit forward and press his hips against hers. Her lips were soft and kissing her gave him an immediate reaction as his pants got tight. Thankfully her hand was already down there unzipping his pants. Somewhere deep in his mind he was screaming for this to stop, but something about this woman made it so he couldn't resist her. His hands moved on their own and grabbed her tits as he kept kissing her.

Dolly seemed aware that Sora was taken, yet she hardly seemed to care given her manner of dress and certainly her actions. It was a subtle thing at first, but the woman seemed to emanate sheer desire. From the scent of her perfume which smelled softly of fruit, to the softness of her body as she continued to lean in against Sora, to even the way her hand pressed against his cheek as she felt his own beginning to grope against her. She was warm, enticingly so, and as her lips continued to hold fast over Sora's, she hummed out in pleasure, the smaller and faint noise vibrating across his mouth. Her free hand likewise moved for his waist, fingers reaching for his zipper as she slowly began to undo it, seemingly uncaring if others may have been watching... or perhaps there was more going on then it seemed?

Her lips were addicting. Sora could already tell something wasn't right, but his mind was too foggy with lust to figure out what it was. Her smell got him hooked, and all he could think of was kissing her more and more. His hands eagerly squeezed her luscious tit. They fit perfectly in his fingers, filling his hands with softness. He felt her tail around his leg and then shivered as her hand slowly went down to his waist, reaching for his zipper.

When she started pulling his zipper down, for a moment he regained his consciousness. Breaking the kiss he breathed heavily. "Wait... wait. I-I have a girlfriend and... we could be seen..." He tried coming up with arguments to stop this, but her smell and looks got him hooked again and Sora simply gave in once more. Kissing her eagerly and letting her pull his pants down, revealing his already hard cock eager to get some action.

As the kiss broke Dolly made a disappointed noise, but her pouting looked more cute than angry. "I know you have a girlfriend and I don't care. I am a succubus, you know we steal means souls, right~?" She teased out the last few words from her lips, even as her hand freed his cock from his boxers and through his zipper. Soft and delicate fingers wrapped gingerly around his shaft, steadily starting to pump it as her thighs pressed together for a moment. Even just the ambient energy of his arousal was enough to begin feeding off of, and while her lips pressed back into his ear, her barely contained chest crushed against his chest once more. "Besides, I'm sure she won't mind us having a bit of fun, will she? She is a monster after all, an Oni nonetheless, you know how they can be." Heated breath brushed against his ear as she whispered intimately against him. "You can touch me, you know you want to, I can feel it from you." The succubus then quickly added, giving out an assuring hum as she did so.

A Succubus. Now everything started making sense for Sora. He'd heard of succubus before, in anime, books, stories, games. The basic idea is that they're sex driven demons. They arouse other men and fill them up with lust and arousal, until they can't resist and have sex with them, which is how succubus feed. If the stories were true that they stole men's soul by doing this, he had no idea. The way she suggested that it happened was a bit doubtful as she spoke in a teasing manner and chuckled.

Either way, it was too late for Sora already as all that filled his mind now was having his way with this amazing woman grinding against him. Her hand grabbed his cock, stroking it and making him even harder. His mouth eagerly seeked out her own whenever she wasn't speaking, and his hands went wild once she gave him permission to touch her. They both immediately went for her tits, pulling down what was covering them and leaving them exposed for him to enjoy. His fingers firmly squeezed them, feeling her nipples hardening. One of his hands then left her tit to reach down between her legs. His fingers glided over her pussy and pulled her clothing aside so he could touch it directly. First only teasing her, then playing with her clit, and finally putting two of his fingers inside her, letting them play in there.

Succubi were usually known as dangerous beings. Even among monster girls they were something of a pariah, as they could drain the souls of their lovers if they were careless, hungry, or even spiteful—but, it seemed this particular succubus had something else in mind entirely for Sora. Her hand continued to pump against his shaft for now, feeling every twitch and throb from it as gentle strokes steadily made way for more firm pumps against him, her wrist brushing against the head of his cock intermittently as she hummed out in constant approval from his touching and groping. Her breasts were full—and despite being smaller than Satsumi in height, she may well have virtually matched her chest wise. It seemed she was rather sensitive...

Everywhere, as even a light touch or grope sent the succubus shuddering, her tail squeezing against his leg as if she were supporting herself via him. But once her breast were free, and her clit being played with it was easy to feel that she was already achingly wet for the man, her mount shaven and smooth as his fingers rubbed over her. "That's it, good boy... Call me Dolly." She purred out, her lips kissing against his cheek afterwards as she kept the man delightfully close against her. She was also quite tight inside, almost to a perfect level, her inner walls warm in their embrace against his probing and thrusting fingers. Soon enough she began to hook one of her legs around him, her heel slightly digging in against his back as she sought to make sure there was no escape for him and no way out. Though by this point she doubted he'd want any way to escape anyway.

This woman was probably going to drive Sora crazy with lust. His entire body and mind were only focused on her, he wanted her, he wanted to fuck her, he wanted to possess her and make her never want anyone else again. He knew these wild thoughts were coming from her sexual energy that were keeping him entranced, but he couldn't do anything about it, nor did he want to. His hands kept playing with her, exploring her body, playing with her tits and fingering her pussy. His cock was as hard as it could get. When she raised her leg and wrapped it around his waist, his body wasted no time.

Sora's hands moved to her waist as he aimed his cock at her entrance. With a single movement, he shoved every inch of it deep inside her. Fuuuuck!!! She was sooo tight. Just that thrust had already been enough for him to cum. But the lust inside him was too big to stop after just one orgasm. After Sora finished shooting his jizz inside her, he kept moving, thrusting his hips forward and fucking this succubus like crazy. Dolly's moans were so erotic and only fueled his desires even more. Every single one of his thrusts went deep inside her cum filled pussy and filled the alley with wet slapping sounds.

"My you are eager..." Dolly hummed out, her voice lilting for just a moment as her leg pulled him closer to her her body tensed as she felt his cum spilling into her, giving out a heady and lingering moan as she rolled her hips against him to milk his cock dry, and while most men may have been sated with just the one time with her, this man had enough energy to feed her a meal and had enough for dessert! Licking her lips slowly, she sighed out deeply once again, her inner walls clenching tight over him as she began to fuck him back in earnest, one hand against his shoulder and the other hand against his waist to keep herself steady. The tail that had previously wrapped around his leg uncoiled from it, beginning to press the warm and spadelike tip of it against his sack, giving a small, teasing push from It. "You better drain yourself dry, boy~..."


A man taller than Dolly, of above-average height. He carries a phone and wears zippered pants, suggesting a casual style. His physical strength isn't exceptional as he struggles against the sudden force exerted by Dolly. Personality-wise, Sora initially shows loyalty and concern for his girlfriend Satsumi, indicating a sense of commitment and care. However, he quickly falls under the succubus' spell, showing susceptibility to seduction and an inability to resist strong sexual temptation. Despite this lapse in judgment, it's clear that he's capable of intense passion once aroused.

This woman was probably going to drive Sora crazy with lust. His entire body and mind were only focused on her, he wanted her, he wanted to fuck her, he wanted to possess her and make her never want anyone else again. He knew these wild thoughts were coming from her sexual energy that were keeping him entranced, but he couldn't do anything about it, nor did he want to. His hands kept playing with her, exploring her body, playing with her tits and fingering her pussy. His cock was as hard as it could get. When she raised her leg and wrapped it around his waist, his body wasted no time.

Sora's hands moved to her waist as he aimed his cock at her entrance. With a single movement, he shoved every inch of it deep inside her. Fuuuuck!!! She was sooo tight. Just that thrust had already been enough for him to cum. But the lust inside him was too big to stop after just one orgasm. After Sora finished shooting his jizz inside her, he kept moving, thrusting his hips forward and fucking this succubus like crazy. Dolly's moans were so erotic and only fueled his desires even more. Every single one of his thrusts went deep inside her cum filled pussy and filled the alley with wet slapping sounds.


A 21 years old girl with long, beautiful curly hair and emerald green eyes. She has a shapely body and is an employee at Darius's company. She's caring and compassionate, as shown by her willingness to care for Darius during his illness. Despite being initially naive about Darius's intentions towards her, she proves to be open-minded and accepting once she understands the situation. Her ability to endure pain and discomfort indicates a strong will and determination. Moreover, she is affectionate and nurturing, comforting Darius despite her own discomfort

Amber sat the now empty bowl and spoon on the bedside table and smiled at him, glad to see that the soup had made him feel better. She couldn't help but giggle when he licked her face as it kind of tickled. "I'd love to join you, Darius." She said, slipping off her shoes before moving close to him, nuzzling her head against his neck as a show of affection. "Don't I still have to work today?" She asked, looking up at him from where her head was now rested on her boss' shoulder. "Why did he call me instead of one of the female werebears, who could take care of him better?" She thought to herself. Clearly, not connecting the dots just yet that Darius wanted her as his mate and probably had for a while now.

The soup had done wonders and Darius was feeling slightly frisky. He yawned and stretched without realizing it and pressed his semi-erect cock against Amber's bottom. He sighed with a feeling of content and started giving Amber a tongue bath." No your taking care of me today and you get paid for the day you missed." Darius breath was hot and steamy against Amber's skin as he lifted her skirt up and started lapping at her thighs then and made his way up. Occasionally he would sneeze and shiver but the coughing had stopped. Being near his chosen mate was helping to speed up his fighting the infection.

Amber wasn't sure what had been going on until he moved down and lifted her skirt before lapping at her thighs and as this happened she moaned Darius' name. Clearly what he was doing and being with him was working her up too as her breath became ragged and she started to become wet. "Darius..." Amber moaned his name softly, hardily able to keep herself from squirming as he used his tongue to please her. Clearly right now it didn't matter to her that he was her boss. Right now they were just two people, who had been searching so long for their mates when it seemed all along that they had been right in front of them. "Please don't stop, Darius."

Darius growled happily and he ripped her blouse away from her body tossing the shreds away and he pushed his boxers away. His fur covered cock sprang free and it pressed against Amber's belly. He groaned and whimpered his need to be inside his mate and snuffled his wet nose in her neck before pressing the head of his member against her thong panties. "Rawrr?" Instinct was beginning to kick in now and he spanned his handpaws over her belly before plundering her mouth in a awkward but delicious way."Mine." He whispered before unclasping the front of her bra and lowered his head to tug at one of the hard pink nubs.

Amber didn't mind when he all but ripped her shirt off of her body before tossing it aside and watched as Darius pushed his boxers down and freed his fur covered cock and continued to watch as he pressed it against her belly. When vocalized his need to be inside her she couldn't help but smile and when he pressed his wet nose against her neck she couldn't help but to nuzzle her neck against her nose, wanting him to get her scent.

She moaned when he rubbed the head of his cock against her thong, which she was sure he could tell was soaked with her own juices. When he began to kiss her Amber welcomed it, returning the favor with kisses of her own. "Yes, all yours, my mate." Amber said, unsure of why she said it but it just felt right and if that was even what he had meant when he claimed her as his. Then, when he tugged at one of her hard nipples after getting her bra off she moaned his name.

Darius roared with joy and he pulled her panties away quickly. Before realizing it he raised his hips and pushed his huge length deep into Amber and seated himself snugly. The head of his cock ballooned inside of Amber and he groaned from the pressure. He pushed the rest of his cock deep inside her and the barbs that were located only on the head pierced her walls and latched the were-bear cock in her womb. He gasped and nuzzled her chest knowing that the pain had to immense."Ahh ahh rawrrrr. Ghrrhh." A tear fell down his face and landed on Amber's breast but still he waited for her permission to move.

Amber watched as he pulled her panties away, but wasn't expecting the pain that went through her after he pushed himself inside her. Amber felt the head of his cock balloon once inside her, forcing her to stretch so that he could fit. But, the worst pain was when the barbs on the head pierced her walls and latched itself inside her womb. It was enough to make her cry out in pain, but what helped it was when he nuzzled her chest, trying to comfort her. "Go ahead, Darius." Amber said, giving him the okay before moving her fingers through his hair a few times. Sure, Amber knew that after this she wouldn't be able to walk and would be in pain, but she knew he wasn't doing it intentionally and she also knew he would be there to wait on her hand and foot when she needed or wanted anything. After all, she would be spending the rest of the day here at least.

Darius smiled and started pumping deep into Amber and his length slid in and out of her effortlessly. He placed soft warm nips all over her chest and lips as he made love to the woman who had captured this bears heart. Gathering her up in his arms he held her mid-air as he pumped into Amber stretching her and filling her. "A-a-are you OK my l-l-love?" He gasped as plunged and plundered her womb and he found that he couldn't pull out of her soft and delicate tissue. His furry buttocks moving up and down as he claimed his mate again and again slowly.

Sunlight poured through the windows and the soft sound of birds could be heard along with their moans of pleasure. As time passed his instincts took over and he started thrusting and pounding sending waves of pleasure through his mate. Then the time finally came. His body grew taut and his muscles flexed as his cock started pouring his sperm into her womb.

Amber couldn't help but moan in pleasure, even as he just started pumping deep into her. As he placed soft, warm nips all over her chest and lips that only seemed to add to her pleasure. But, at the same time Amber took it as his way of assuring her that this wasn't just a fling to him. That he was showing her that she was his mate. As Darius gathered her up in his arms and held her in mid air as he continued to pump into her she looked down at him, still moaning in pleasure. "Y... Yes, I'm fine." She said, and despite the pain she was beginning to feel just from him being so large, it did feel good. In fact, even as the pain slowly grew as he claimed her Amber never did stop moaning, not wanting him to think that he wasn't making her feel good.

Then, when he started to reach his climax, her body tensed and she climaxed with him. It was like they had been mates for years and were completely in sync with each other rather than having just started their relationship.

Slowly Darius pulled out of Amber and found her womanhood bruised and torn. He whimpered his sorry and nuzzled her face with his wet nose and cuddled her close and began giving her whole body a tongue bath. His the pads on his handpaws rough but soothing from the touch. He moved so that his head was between her legs and he started dripping his saliva all over her torn and bruised flesh. A stinging sensation would be felt from the healing as her skin and flesh knitted back together carefully. He slathered her pink swollen lips with his saliva and the wounds completely disappeared finally. "Better my love?"

Amber winced when Darius finally pulled out of her after what felt like hours of love making. "Don't be sorry, Darius." She said to him and as he nuzzled her face with his wet nose she moved her hand to the back of her head, running her fingers through his fur as he cuddled her close and began to give every inch of her skin a tongue bath. "Your fur is softer than I expected, my love." Amber said to him as she continued to comb her fingers through it as he bathed her. Oddly enough the feel of his tongue against her skin felt right and so did the feel of the rough, yet soothing pads on the bottom of his hand paws.

In fact, both felt more right than any human male touching her. Amber watched as he moved so that his head was between her legs and for a second wandered what he was doing. She didn't have to wander long as she felt his saliva drip over her torn and bruised flesh. Though, when the burning sensation hit her that meant the flesh was healing she let out soft screams of pain. She winced, still in pain as he slathered her lips in his saliva but soon the wounds were gone. "Yes." She said, still in a bit of pain though the wounds were healed and that pain wasn't anything that Darius being attentive to her couldn't fix.


A were-bear with a strong, protective instinct. Physically he is a large, fur-covered with a powerful build, yet his touch is gentle and comforting. CEO of the company where Amber works. He's dominant but considerate, showing concern for Amber's comfort during their intimate encounter. Despite his primal instincts, he demonstrates control until given consent. His ability to express affection through nuzzling and giving tongue baths suggests a tender side. However, his raw animalistic nature is evident in his sexual approach and the instinctual claiming of his mate. He also exhibits protective traits by healing Amber's wounds post-intercourse.

Slowly Darius pulled out of Amber and found her womanhood bruised and torn. He whimpered his sorry and nuzzled her face with his wet nose and cuddled her close and began giving her whole body a tongue bath. His the pads on his handpaws rough but soothing from the touch. He moved so that his head was between her legs and he started dripping his saliva all over her torn and bruised flesh. A stinging sensation would be felt from the healing as her skin and flesh knitted back together carefully. He slathered her pink swollen lips with his saliva and the wounds completely disappeared finally. "Better my love?"


A modest prince, not one to draw unnecessary attention to himself. His attire tends to be subtle yet tasteful, reflecting his overall personality. He is kind-hearted and gentle, often seen with a warm smile on his face. Ramza also possesses a certain level of intelligence and creativity as indicated by his invention of a steam-powered cart. Despite being able to innovate, he appreciates traditional practices like horse riding. Finally, he demonstrates courage in expressing his feelings towards Kalona, showing that he's not afraid to act on his emotions when it matters the most.

The next morning Ramza was up early, at the earliest part of the morning, he was going to spend some time with Kalona, and it would hopefully be a very productive period of time. He hadn't ridden a horse in a while, but he did know how to. He got himself ready as best as he could. He looked modest as normal, not wanting to draw to much attention to himself, but not looking bad either, he was a rather subtle person, a fact that could normally be seen in his style of clothes, and his general person.

Ramza gathered his things for ridding and headed down to the stable. He walked in and looked around for a moment as he looked for the horse he would ride. He saw several large black horse, massive animals. He didn't choose to ride one of them, no, he picked out a smaller all white horse, that he knew of. He smiled as he went up and down, measuring up the horses, each seeing which one would be the right one for him to take a ride on. His eye, carefully going over each as if judging the ability based on his sight. He then nodded in agreement with himself and waited quietly by the horse he would ride. He remembered something, taking out an apple he showed himself to be friendly, and even managed to feed the horse the apple.

Kalona was up almost an hour before Prince Ramza was. She had already bathed and had the maids put her hair back in a loose pony tail that fell down her back. Her normal long floor length gown was replaced with a pair of tight brown slacks that showed off her beautiful form and a top that ended just below the waist line of her pants. She wore brown boots that had been worn out due to horseback riding and the princess also had gloves on her hands as she walked out to the stables and towards her Grey dappled mare that was waiting for her. She didn't bother tacking the mare up with a saddle. She simply placed a bridle onto her Mare she named Sunset, Sun for short. The mare was only a two year old Filly she raised from a foal with her mother before she and her father passed.

Once she saw Ramza lead his small white stallion out of the stables the Princess moved out into view with her gray mare and smiled to him gently. "Good Morning..." She whispered gently as she moved closer to the prince and pressed her lips to his cheek gently. "I do hope you still remember how to ride a horse... though I'm sure you remember Zeus? He sure does remember you... He was just a colt last time you were here..." She gestured to the white stallion at the prince's side before she smiled and mounted her horse with ease. "Why don't you mount up Ramza... We got a long ride ahead of us..." She said with a soft smile as she gently patted Sun's neck to praise her for letting her mount her back and waited for the prince to mount his steed. She planned on bringing him to the small lake they had first met at when they were children, On a large flat rock watching a flock of geese and their young swim in the water while eating their lunches in silence... she hoped he still remembered those days.

Ramza looked at Kalona and then looked at the horse and a small smile formed on his lips as of course he remembered the much younger version of this horse when he rode him, when he was younger. The smile remained as he managed to get up onto the horse and ride after the Princess. "Of course I do, it is a great treat really, thank you," he said with a kind smile that was normally on the prince's face. As he rode, there was a similarity of this to another time, he looked around as he smiled, remembering the other time after a little bit of the ride. "Well Princess, my invention, you saw, it uses steam to power the cart, and is a good ride, but I have to admit, it has always been nice to ride a horse, especially going somewhere with someone you care about," he mused out loud during the ride to the lake. He rode the horse with her, giving her a smile, "and also somewhere you have been before."

As they got to the lake he looked over it and smiled, it was a beautiful of a sight as he could ever remember it being. He looked over the various features of the lake and smiled softly as he got down from his own horse and then went over to see if he could help Kalona down from her horse, as well. He looked up at her giving her a kind smile as he wanted to help her. Not cause he was trying to win her, just cause it was the right thing to do, and good thing to do. "Well, I do remember this place as well, good memories I would say," he commented with a smile as he looked at the princess with his normal kind look.

Kalona smiled gently to the prince as he spoke to her and his words caused her to blush slightly, When they reached the lake Kalona stopped her mare and turned her head to look down at Ramza and placed her hands on his shoulders so he could help her down. However as her feet touched the ground beneath her she found herself getting lost in the prince's eyes and still had her small delicate hands on his shoulder. "It's a bit overgrown since then... the trees are far larger..." She breathed as she looked up at his face and when her mare shifted the weight from her right side to her left the mare's hip pushed Kalona closer to Ramza's chest and she let out a faint grunt and lost eye contact with him for a second before she apologized and looked back up at him. "I..." she began and even found herself at a loss for words... which rarely ever happened to the charismatic princess. "I..." She said again before she caught herself staring at the prince's lips and glanced back up at his eyes. "I use to go swimming in the lake... would you like to take a swim?" She asked instead and pulled away from him slowly.

Ramza looked into her eyes, almost lost, the blonde, blushed a bit as he felt her body press against himself. He might of been a genius, but he too was at a lost for words as he was so close to Kalona. He smiled when she commented about swimming, but the words didn't take affect, as he was just about to kiss her. As she pulled away, he pulled her closer and pressed his own lips to her lips quickly just for a brief moment, before letting go of her. He blinked, the kiss felt wonderful. He then looked a bit sheepishly at her, "A swims sounds must wonderful, Kalona," he commented with a small sheepish smile on his face.

Kalona's eyes fluttered shut when she felt the prince pull her close and his gentle kiss to her lips caused the beautiful women to grunt out in shock before she realized the kiss was over. Reluctantly she opened her eyes to look at him as her cheeks reddened and she looked down at her hands a moment before brushing a few strands of hair from her face before she spoke softly... truly shy now. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to gather the courage to do that..." She whispered before raising her brown eyes to look up at him with a smile before she leaned forward so her lips were back against his. The feeling causing chills to roll down her spine as she felt herself relax in his arms.

Ramza heard her words that caused him to smile brightly at the fact she had been waiting for him to act on his feelings. He looked at her and nodded his head. He blinked as she kissed him back, he pressed his lips back against her lips. This time, with more courage, he kissed her back, putting the passion he had for Kalona into the kiss, making it a far more heated and far more passionate kiss. He pulled her closer to himself as he kissed her, enjoying the feeling of his lips against her own, as well as having her in his arms like this. The kiss went on for much longer then the first one. As he pulled back he smiled, "I have wanted to kiss you for a long time, I am glad I managed to find the courage to kiss you."


An attractive princess with a beautiful form, often dressed in practical attire like tight brown slacks and worn-out boots, suggesting an active lifestyle. Her hair is usually styled in a loose ponytail that falls down her back. She's experienced with horses, having raised one from a foal. Kalona is charismatic yet shows instances of shyness when it comes to intimate moments with Ramza. Her ability to express her feelings honestly indicates a straightforward and genuine personality. Despite being royalty, she doesn't shy away from physical activities such as horseback riding or swimming, hinting at an adventurous spirit.

Kalona's eyes fluttered shut when she felt the prince pull her close and his gentle kiss to her lips caused the beautiful women to grunt out in shock before she realized the kiss was over. Reluctantly she opened her eyes to look at him as her cheeks reddened and she looked down at her hands a moment before brushing a few strands of hair from her face before she spoke softly... truly shy now. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to gather the courage to do that..." She whispered before raising her brown eyes to look up at him with a smile before she leaned forward so her lips were back against his. The feeling causing chills to roll down her spine as she felt herself relax in his arms.


A towering she-orc, standing at an impressive nine feet tall. Her long legs and heavy boots suggest physical strength and endurance, traits common among her kind. As one of the rare she-orcs seen outside their villages, Rashini exhibits a strong sense of independence and determination. She is pragmatic in her approach to challenges, as demonstrated by her methodical search for traps in the tower. Despite her rivalry with Delphi, there's an underlying respect between them that hints at a more complex relationship. Her suggestion to consume the shrunken human reveals a ruthless side that aligns with traditional orcish behavior.

Rashini's long legs propelled her through the dense foliage of Darkwood Forest, crushing fallen leaves and stray insects beneath her heavy boots. She was something of an oddity; she-orcs were almost never seen outside their villages, such sparse sightings of them had many questioning their very existence, and few orcs grew taller than men, Rashini herself towered over everyone at almost nine feet tall.

A branch snapped off its parent tree as she pushed it aside. Yesterday she'd been spying on a small human outpost, seeking to determine if it was worth raiding, when she happened to overhear the report of a scouting party. Apparently the scouts had stumbled across a small tower, abandoned by the forces of the Dark Lord when he fell some hundred years ago. In this tower was a vault that, according to what they could translate from document fragments, held a relic that 'could give a man the strength of an orc'.

And so Rashini set off to find this tower herself. If this relic could indeed give a man the strength of an orc, imagine what it could do for an orc like her.

Dancing shadows on the wooden walls, an unnatural mist outside the thin windows, the crackling of a dying fire filled the small room. Delphi sighed, and gazed outside, looking at nothing in particular. His journey brought him in a small outpost, as a bounty hunter he traveled often, never settling too much in the same place. He was good at his job, but recently he failed to see the purpose in what he was doing, for what he saw most of the "criminals", human or non-human, were just people that tried to survive, in a way or another. Like himself, he was just on the side of the so called justice, exercised by the ruling cast.

He stood up, swallowing his thoughts. It was time to hit the road once again. This time he was not a bounty hunter, but a seeker, he was looking for an ancient artifact, but he did not know much about it. It was desired by the king, and the king words were law. After days of collecting pieces of information from here ad there he discovered that it was probably located in an ancient and forgotten tower.

A threshold had been crossed. Almost without notice the trees seemed to change, it seemed as if darkness clung to the trees, like a cloak wrapped around their trunks and branches. Everything about the trees, from the cracks in the bark to their protruding roots had a peculiar angularity and fierceness of line. Something about the shape of the branches was ominous, as if the trees were waiting to ensnare trespassers with splintered claws.

It was a good sign Rashini thought, such visible signs of corruption meant she had to be close. Soon enough she came to a clearing, and in that clearing was a tower. It could only be one of the Dark Lord's towers; the crown of the tower was designed in the shape of his spiked helm, his crest adorned the large capstone of the entry archway, and not a single plant grew within a hundred feet of the tower, as though nature was afraid to reclaim the tainted stone.

Rashini smiled to herself as she crossed the empty land between the forest and the tower. If she could find the relic it could be just what she needed to finally remove a certain thorn from her side.

The journey was slow, he had to avoid the roads to not attract unwanted attentions. Deep in the woods he was too tired to notice to sign of corruption and the whispers coming from the hollowed and dead trees. What he noticed was that he was not the first, traces on the ground revealed the presence of a well know creature. An old wound started to sting at the memory of her. His rival, he wondered why she was here, were they after the same artifact? He soon was in the vicinity of the tower, sword in one hand and torch in the other. He prepared for an ambush, and ventured further.

As soon as he opened the door to the tower he noticed that the insides were unnaturally spacious, and the pitch darkness seemed to swallow the dim light radiated by the flame. But the most noticeable thing was the silence, he couldn't even hear his footsteps, it was like any kind of sound was negated by magic. Fear started to grow inside his heart.

Two sets of stairs led from the entry; one up to the next level of the tower, the other down beneath it. Rashini had chosen the stairs upward, reasoning that anything of power or value would be kept up with the commanders rather than down where it could be claimed by grunts and intruders.

But after the fifth level searched with no sign of this vault the human scouts mentioned it seemed she may have been mistaken. There were a few more levels above her with potential. If nothing was in them she'd head down to the level, or levels, underground.

After countless empty chambers the hostile environment started to be almost unbearable, doubt started to arise. But he did not want to leave empty handed.

He took the stairs heading up. Still on guard he walked every step, slowly, searching for a sign of someone's passage. The tower seemed just empty, apart from some old furniture and dust. Not even the sign of forgotten fights. But then, the reflection of a light, he was not alone. He waited, and just after he could not see it anymore he crept after it. The element of surprise was his only advantage, for now.

At the very top level of the tower, Rashini's patience had worn thin but was finally rewarded. On this level she found a heavy metal door emblazoned with the Dark Lord's sigil, a sure sign of its importance, set in a metal wall. Other rooms on the floor contained the commander's quarters and several labs and workshops where many strange implements were made and experiments conducted.

There was no keyhole upon the vault door. But it didn't take Rashini long to puzzle out the means of opening it. It was no secret the Dark Lord had been as merciless to his minions as to his enemies, it was not uncommon for blood to be collected from prisoners and those who failed him. She pricked a finger with the tip of her hunting knife and smeared a line of her dark red blood on the door, which opened outward with an unpleasant screech.

Inside the vault was only one thing. Floating in the center, slowly rotating, was a left hand gauntlet made of strange dark metal studded with six red gems; one at the base of each finger with a larger one like a fiery eye on the back of the hand.

Delphi's followed Rashini's step at a distance, until he heard the screeching of heavy metal doors, he decided to get closer and toke a look behind a corner.

The shimmering gems allured Delphi's eyes, almost falling in trance as Rashini's took her first step past the metal door. Incomprehensible whispers crawled into the knight's mind, fueling desire. It was hard to stay hidden, in the shadows, still he decided to watch and see. Maybe the gauntlet was defended by traps.

Barely holding the desire to obtain the relic he prepared himself to combat, as Rashini took her first step inside the room.

Rashini entered the vault cautiously. It was inconceivable that the vault door was the only protection for the relic. She couldn't see any signs of traps but that didn't mean they weren't there. She was no shaman, so she couldn't use magic to scan for traps. Thus she had to rely on carefully testing each step, a process that was incredibly slow since her larger size meant she had to test more floor tiles before she could safely put her foot down.

But if there were any traps they must've worn out, for after several long moments she stood before the gauntlet. She paused again, looking around it for signs of traps before slowly reaching out to grab it, half expecting to receive some kind of shock as her fingers brushed against the metal.

Delphi silently followed Rashini's steps, when he was sure that no traps were activated from her touch he darted forward, launching bolas at Rashini's ankles. Taking the gauntlet Delphi's felt a sudden rush of power, followed by an ominous light emitted by his fingers, panic struck him and he collapsed on the ground.

The coma felt like ages, populated with dreams lived not by his eyes. Scenes of wars fought by green shadows, it all felt so familiar somehow.

He opened his eyes while still falling, he managed to land on his side, in the blurred vision he saw Rashini's standing near him, but her form did not evoke the same emotions as before, he was almost glad of her presence.

Rashini barely managed to stay upright when the bolas wrapped around her ankles. Swearing in orcish she tried to untangle her legs and saw Delphi emerge from the shadows and go for the gauntlet. She should have known he'd be here; for the past 5 years they been chasing each other trying to capture the other, foiling the other's schemes, always searching for something that would give them the edge to finally triumph over the other.

She saw the gems of the gauntlet flare as he grabbed it, saw him collapse unexpectedly, and saw the skin of his hand that grasped the gauntlet turn green. The green spread quickly from his hand up his arm then across the rest of his body. The transformation was complete as he landed on the floor of the vault, and Rashini understood.

She understood why there had been no traps protecting the gauntlet: the gauntlet was itself a trap. This was how it could give a man the strength of an orc: it could turn a man into an orc. She gazed down at her longtime rival, surprised that she didn't feel the usual surge of anger and loathing but something... different.

When his vision recovered he tried to stand, but it felt so different, his vision was improved, and the armor felt so light and tight, in certain spots. A sharp pain in the hand made him drop the gauntlet, and he saw his green hands.

"What?!" He exclaimed, in a voice that was similar the his, he brought the foreign hand to his face, to find fangs and some little differences. He looked at Rashini, speechless.

The mission. The more he thought about it the more sense it lost. Those visions were of one or more orcs, his enemies, and yet they were his now. And the war, seemed so pointless. Delphi looked at Rashini and pointed at the glowing gauntlet: "Take it, and kill me if you must."

For a moment Rashini simply looked at Delphi, watching him discover his new form until his words made it through to her stunned brain.

She gave her head a quick shake to clear her thoughts before turning her gaze to the gauntlet. She bent down to pick it up, wondering if her old adversary was planning some trick. As soon as her fingers touched the gauntlet the glow winked out like a candle in the wind. There was no flash of light, she felt no surge in strength. "I don't think this is meant for me." She said, holding the gauntlet out to him.

A sparkle behind Delphi's eyes confirmed her words as true, he stood up, still dizzy, and grabbed the gauntlet from Rashini's hand. The artifact seemed to glimmer responding to his touch. "I could try..." He muttered while his fingers slowly entered, the metal felt warm and comfortable now.

He hold his breath for a moment, he felt the same strange energy as before and pointing a finger to a vase in the room Delphis felt a rush of power and the sensation of holding the essence of the vase in his hands with a thought, he made it levitate in the air, effortlessly.

A grin appeared on his orcish face, "...nice..." He muttered as with a flick the vase was sent crashing against the wall. Then by flicking the fingers Delphi's lit the torches in the room, illuminating all corners and shadows.

A faint *gasp* could be heard in the distant corridor. Alarmed, Delphi's run to the door and saw the clear shadow of a person. "Let's test this thing" He said flicking his wrist and grasping with his hand, the intruder started to float towards to two orcs muted by the artifact force.

Rashini watched with keen interest as Delphi tested the gauntlet's power. Her mind was filled with the possibilities of how such power could be used in battle until they heard the gasp.

Who else could be here? The human scouts she spied on yesterday? Someone that had followed Delphi? She gripped the hilt of her sword, ready to pull it out of its sheath.

The intruder was soon close enough, Delphi chuckled, he was one of the servants of the court, probably here to watch on him or maybe retrieve the artifact as well. Using his new powers he pinned the helpless figure on the ground, between him and Rashini. While still muted the intruder had a confused look, the orc with the gauntlet seemed familiar somehow.

"One of my... former companions... what should we do with him?" He asked Rashini, he felt sick thinking about his former self, who followed orders from these pigs.

"Well, if that gauntlet has to power to do so, you could shrink him and swallow him. That's always been my favorite way of dealing with human pests." Rashini said as she lowered her hand from her sword. Just looking at the intruder she could tell he wouldn't have been much of a threat, even without Delphi's newfound powers rendering him helpless.

Delphi stared blankly at the human, eating his former "companions"? He felt... slightly bad? Seeing the terrified look on that pale face... "N... no. I can't do that." He said, with much joy of his prisoner until he added "...he's all yours"

Shrinking someone was a surprisingly easy task, Delphi's just needed to concentrate for a bit, and the prisoner got smaller and smaller...

Flicking his wrist the captive now prey was sent levitating towards Rashini's face, whose eyes glimpsed in the torch light. Delphi felt a strange contraction in the stomach, he found himself waiting for Rashini's move, now her lips were quite attractive, somehow... as for the trembling prey, he too saw Rashini's gaze wash over him, but with quite a different reaction...

Delphi's reluctance didn't surprise her. After all he'd been human until very recently; it would be a while, if ever, before he could consider it. Even then consuming humans wasn't very common among orcs.

Though she had expected him to snap the human's neck or some other relatively quick and painless method of killing their captive instead of offering him to her. If any other orc had tried to feed her like this she'd have cut their hand off, but somehow she didn't mind it coming from Delphi.

A predatory smile grew on her lips as she looked at the shrunken, floating human before opening her mouth to accept him.


Delphi is initially a human bounty hunter, skilled and agile, with a hardened exterior developed from his nomadic lifestyle. He is introspective and contemplative, often questioning the morality of his actions. His physical transformation into an orc does not strip him of these traits; rather it enhances them alongside newfound strength. Although he adapts to his orcish form and even embraces the power it gives him, he retains a measure of empathy towards humans. This blend of orcish strength and human sensibility makes Delphi a complex character.

Rashini's long legs propelled her through the dense foliage of Darkwood Forest, crushing fallen leaves and stray insects beneath her heavy boots. She was something of an oddity; she-orcs were almost never seen outside their villages, such sparse sightings of them had many questioning their very existence, and few orcs grew taller than men, Rashini herself towered over everyone at almost nine feet tall.

A branch snapped off its parent tree as she pushed it aside. Yesterday she'd been spying on a small human outpost, seeking to determine if it was worth raiding, when she happened to overhear the report of a scouting party. Apparently the scouts had stumbled across a small tower, abandoned by the forces of the Dark Lord when he fell some hundred years ago. In this tower was a vault that, according to what they could translate from document fragments, held a relic that 'could give a man the strength of an orc'.

And so Rashini set off to find this tower herself. If this relic could indeed give a man the strength of an orc, imagine what it could do for an orc like her.

Dancing shadows on the wooden walls, an unnatural mist outside the thin windows, the crackling of a dying fire filled the small room. Delphi sighed, and gazed outside, looking at nothing in particular. His journey brought him in a small outpost, as a bounty hunter he traveled often, never settling too much in the same place. He was good at his job, but recently he failed to see the purpose in what he was doing, for what he saw most of the "criminals", human or non-human, were just people that tried to survive, in a way or another. Like himself, he was just on the side of the so called justice, exercised by the ruling cast.

He stood up, swallowing his thoughts. It was time to hit the road once again. This time he was not a bounty hunter, but a seeker, he was looking for an ancient artifact, but he did not know much about it. It was desired by the king, and the king words were law. After days of collecting pieces of information from here ad there he discovered that it was probably located in an ancient and forgotten tower.

A threshold had been crossed. Almost without notice the trees seemed to change, it seemed as if darkness clung to the trees, like a cloak wrapped around their trunks and branches. Everything about the trees, from the cracks in the bark to their protruding roots had a peculiar angularity and fierceness of line. Something about the shape of the branches was ominous, as if the trees were waiting to ensnare trespassers with splintered claws.

It was a good sign Rashini thought, such visible signs of corruption meant she had to be close. Soon enough she came to a clearing, and in that clearing was a tower. It could only be one of the Dark Lord's towers; the crown of the tower was designed in the shape of his spiked helm, his crest adorned the large capstone of the entry archway, and not a single plant grew within a hundred feet of the tower, as though nature was afraid to reclaim the tainted stone.

Rashini smiled to herself as she crossed the empty land between the forest and the tower. If she could find the relic it could be just what she needed to finally remove a certain thorn from her side.

The journey was slow, he had to avoid the roads to not attract unwanted attentions. Deep in the woods he was too tired to notice to sign of corruption and the whispers coming from the hollowed and dead trees. What he noticed was that he was not the first, traces on the ground revealed the presence of a well know creature. An old wound started to sting at the memory of her. His rival, he wondered why she was here, were they after the same artifact? He soon was in the vicinity of the tower, sword in one hand and torch in the other. He prepared for an ambush, and ventured further.

As soon as he opened the door to the tower he noticed that the insides were unnaturally spacious, and the pitch darkness seemed to swallow the dim light radiated by the flame. But the most noticeable thing was the silence, he couldn't even hear his footsteps, it was like any kind of sound was negated by magic. Fear started to grow inside his heart.

Two sets of stairs led from the entry; one up to the next level of the tower, the other down beneath it. Rashini had chosen the stairs upward, reasoning that anything of power or value would be kept up with the commanders rather than down where it could be claimed by grunts and intruders.

But after the fifth level searched with no sign of this vault the human scouts mentioned it seemed she may have been mistaken. There were a few more levels above her with potential. If nothing was in them she'd head down to the level, or levels, underground.

After countless empty chambers the hostile environment started to be almost unbearable, doubt started to arise. But he did not want to leave empty handed.

He took the stairs heading up. Still on guard he walked every step, slowly, searching for a sign of someone's passage. The tower seemed just empty, apart from some old furniture and dust. Not even the sign of forgotten fights. But then, the reflection of a light, he was not alone. He waited, and just after he could not see it anymore he crept after it. The element of surprise was his only advantage, for now.

At the very top level of the tower, Rashini's patience had worn thin but was finally rewarded. On this level she found a heavy metal door emblazoned with the Dark Lord's sigil, a sure sign of its importance, set in a metal wall. Other rooms on the floor contained the commander's quarters and several labs and workshops where many strange implements were made and experiments conducted.

There was no keyhole upon the vault door. But it didn't take Rashini long to puzzle out the means of opening it. It was no secret the Dark Lord had been as merciless to his minions as to his enemies, it was not uncommon for blood to be collected from prisoners and those who failed him. She pricked a finger with the tip of her hunting knife and smeared a line of her dark red blood on the door, which opened outward with an unpleasant screech.

Inside the vault was only one thing. Floating in the center, slowly rotating, was a left hand gauntlet made of strange dark metal studded with six red gems; one at the base of each finger with a larger one like a fiery eye on the back of the hand.

Delphi's followed Rashini's step at a distance, until he heard the screeching of heavy metal doors, he decided to get closer and toke a look behind a corner.

The shimmering gems allured Delphi's eyes, almost falling in trance as Rashini's took her first step past the metal door. Incomprehensible whispers crawled into the knight's mind, fueling desire. It was hard to stay hidden, in the shadows, still he decided to watch and see. Maybe the gauntlet was defended by traps.

Barely holding the desire to obtain the relic he prepared himself to combat, as Rashini took her first step inside the room.

Rashini entered the vault cautiously. It was inconceivable that the vault door was the only protection for the relic. She couldn't see any signs of traps but that didn't mean they weren't there. She was no shaman, so she couldn't use magic to scan for traps. Thus she had to rely on carefully testing each step, a process that was incredibly slow since her larger size meant she had to test more floor tiles before she could safely put her foot down.

But if there were any traps they must've worn out, for after several long moments she stood before the gauntlet. She paused again, looking around it for signs of traps before slowly reaching out to grab it, half expecting to receive some kind of shock as her fingers brushed against the metal.

Delphi silently followed Rashini's steps, when he was sure that no traps were activated from her touch he darted forward, launching bolas at Rashini's ankles. Taking the gauntlet Delphi's felt a sudden rush of power, followed by an ominous light emitted by his fingers, panic struck him and he collapsed on the ground.

The coma felt like ages, populated with dreams lived not by his eyes. Scenes of wars fought by green shadows, it all felt so familiar somehow.

He opened his eyes while still falling, he managed to land on his side, in the blurred vision he saw Rashini's standing near him, but her form did not evoke the same emotions as before, he was almost glad of her presence.

Rashini barely managed to stay upright when the bolas wrapped around her ankles. Swearing in orcish she tried to untangle her legs and saw Delphi emerge from the shadows and go for the gauntlet. She should have known he'd be here; for the past 5 years they been chasing each other trying to capture the other, foiling the other's schemes, always searching for something that would give them the edge to finally triumph over the other.

She saw the gems of the gauntlet flare as he grabbed it, saw him collapse unexpectedly, and saw the skin of his hand that grasped the gauntlet turn green. The green spread quickly from his hand up his arm then across the rest of his body. The transformation was complete as he landed on the floor of the vault, and Rashini understood.

She understood why there had been no traps protecting the gauntlet: the gauntlet was itself a trap. This was how it could give a man the strength of an orc: it could turn a man into an orc. She gazed down at her longtime rival, surprised that she didn't feel the usual surge of anger and loathing but something... different.

When his vision recovered he tried to stand, but it felt so different, his vision was improved, and the armor felt so light and tight, in certain spots. A sharp pain in the hand made him drop the gauntlet, and he saw his green hands.

"What?!" He exclaimed, in a voice that was similar the his, he brought the foreign hand to his face, to find fangs and some little differences. He looked at Rashini, speechless.

The mission. The more he thought about it the more sense it lost. Those visions were of one or more orcs, his enemies, and yet they were his now. And the war, seemed so pointless. Delphi looked at Rashini and pointed at the glowing gauntlet: "Take it, and kill me if you must."

For a moment Rashini simply looked at Delphi, watching him discover his new form until his words made it through to her stunned brain.

She gave her head a quick shake to clear her thoughts before turning her gaze to the gauntlet. She bent down to pick it up, wondering if her old adversary was planning some trick. As soon as her fingers touched the gauntlet the glow winked out like a candle in the wind. There was no flash of light, she felt no surge in strength. "I don't think this is meant for me." She said, holding the gauntlet out to him.

A sparkle behind Delphi's eyes confirmed her words as true, he stood up, still dizzy, and grabbed the gauntlet from Rashini's hand. The artifact seemed to glimmer responding to his touch. "I could try..." He muttered while his fingers slowly entered, the metal felt warm and comfortable now.

He hold his breath for a moment, he felt the same strange energy as before and pointing a finger to a vase in the room Delphis felt a rush of power and the sensation of holding the essence of the vase in his hands with a thought, he made it levitate in the air, effortlessly.

A grin appeared on his orcish face, "...nice..." He muttered as with a flick the vase was sent crashing against the wall. Then by flicking the fingers Delphi's lit the torches in the room, illuminating all corners and shadows.

A faint *gasp* could be heard in the distant corridor. Alarmed, Delphi's run to the door and saw the clear shadow of a person. "Let's test this thing" He said flicking his wrist and grasping with his hand, the intruder started to float towards to two orcs muted by the artifact force.

Rashini watched with keen interest as Delphi tested the gauntlet's power. Her mind was filled with the possibilities of how such power could be used in battle until they heard the gasp.

Who else could be here? The human scouts she spied on yesterday? Someone that had followed Delphi? She gripped the hilt of her sword, ready to pull it out of its sheath.

The intruder was soon close enough, Delphi chuckled, he was one of the servants of the court, probably here to watch on him or maybe retrieve the artifact as well. Using his new powers he pinned the helpless figure on the ground, between him and Rashini. While still muted the intruder had a confused look, the orc with the gauntlet seemed familiar somehow.

"One of my... former companions... what should we do with him?" He asked Rashini, he felt sick thinking about his former self, who followed orders from these pigs.

"Well, if that gauntlet has to power to do so, you could shrink him and swallow him. That's always been my favorite way of dealing with human pests." Rashini said as she lowered her hand from her sword. Just looking at the intruder she could tell he wouldn't have been much of a threat, even without Delphi's newfound powers rendering him helpless.

Delphi stared blankly at the human, eating his former "companions"? He felt... slightly bad? Seeing the terrified look on that pale face... "N... no. I can't do that." He said, with much joy of his prisoner until he added "...he's all yours"

Shrinking someone was a surprisingly easy task, Delphi's just needed to concentrate for a bit, and the prisoner got smaller and smaller...

Flicking his wrist the captive now prey was sent levitating towards Rashini's face, whose eyes glimpsed in the torch light. Delphi felt a strange contraction in the stomach, he found himself waiting for Rashini's move, now her lips were quite attractive, somehow... as for the trembling prey, he too saw Rashini's gaze wash over him, but with quite a different reaction...

Delphi's reluctance didn't surprise her. After all he'd been human until very recently; it would be a while, if ever, before he could consider it. Even then consuming humans wasn't very common among orcs.

Though she had expected him to snap the human's neck or some other relatively quick and painless method of killing their captive instead of offering him to her. If any other orc had tried to feed her like this she'd have cut their hand off, but somehow she didn't mind it coming from Delphi.

A predatory smile grew on her lips as she looked at the shrunken, floating human before opening her mouth to accept him.

The warm breath washed over the speechless and paralyzed creature, his form constricted by the same force that was pushing him into the awaiting maw. He screamed, and was quickly silenced as his head got to meet Rashini's tongue.

Dark thoughts populated Delphi's head. He offered a son of Adam so easily and so ruthlessly, he felt his humanity as an opaque and distant memory. The squeal from the tiny human woke him out of his trance. A disturbing and exciting sensation arose from his guts, he had fed Rashini by reflex alone. He pushed the man a bit further...


An 11 years old boy who's friends with Jason, Emma's older brother. He is adventurous and fun-loving, evident from his enjoyment of the Halloween season and horror movies. Despite this, he also shows signs of maturity and responsibility as he expresses frustration over his parents still hiring a babysitter for him. His interactions with Emma suggest that he is generally kind-hearted but can be unintentionally blunt at times. He has an emerging interest in the opposite sex, evidenced by his reactions to Emma's costume fitting scene.

The air had a hint of chill to it, as Rob peddled his bike down the street, toward his friend Jason's house. Though it was only the first week of October, there were already carved pumpkins, fake grave stones, and other decorations in many yards along the street, along with piles of fall leaves in shades of red, yellow, and brown.

Rob loved this time of year. The costumes, all the horror movies showing at the mall and on TV, and of course, the small mountain of candy he'd get on Halloween night. The only downside for him was that this might be his last. Some of his friends had already said they were too old for it, and Rob wondered how long it would be before he felt the same way.

As he came speeding into Jason's yard, Rob stood high on the pedals of his bike, then jumped off, landing in a thick pile of leaves as the bike rolled on before tipping over some distance away.

Emma hated fall. She hated that the pretty leaves were falling and that the weather was getting worse and that it was windy and that it was all wet and dirty and just so, uuuuggggh, gray and brown. But she liked Halloween, the only bright spot in this horrid season. Still, a nine-year-old girl could only take so many shopping trips with her parents before protesting, so this time she had been left behind when her parents and older brother Jason had left.

Small Emma lay on the couch watching TV—animes were awesome!—when she saw someone come into the yard. She craned her neck to see who it was and immediately recognized Rob, one of her brother's friends. Immediately, a fierce blush appeared on her face, even though she knew that no one was there to see her at the moment. She liked Rob, he was nice and cute, and he was over often, letting her play with Jason and him, as she liked the more boyish things.

Making a decision, she turned off the TV, slid from the couch and ran to the door, opening just before Rob could knock. "Hi Rob!!!"

"Hey, Pixie Stix," Rob said, using the nickname he'd given her not long after meeting her brother, after watching her eat an entire package of sour, sugary snacks all at once on a dare. "Tell Jason I'm here, would'ya?"

A healthy blush crept onto Emma's face at this nickname, and she puffed slightly, not liking it one bit. But she swallowed her protests and instead said, "Um, Jason's not here... but he'll be back, like, any minute. So wanna come in anyway?"

"Sure," Rob said, stepping past Emma and walking toward the living room. "Where did he take off to?" he asked, taking a seat on the couch. "Jason didn't say anything to me earlier at school, and I was thinking we might ride down to the mall and catch a show. If we can get there before five, we can get the tickets cheap."

Suddenly Rob's voice trailed off, as he noticed how quiet the house was, with only the TV providing background noise. No sounds of dishwashers, or lawnmowers, or clothes spinning in the spin cycle. "Hey, where is everyone? This place is quiet as a tomb," he said at last.

"He's with mum 'n dad gone shopping for, um, stuff, but I didn't wanna go and I'm home alone, and it's neat because I can watch TV 'n play video games 'n do all the other things..." Emma trailed off in her reply as she noticed that Rob was looking around the house, seemingly a bit confused. That was the moment that she realized that she was home alone with Rob, who was always kind of cute and funny and nice and cute and... she blushed a bit before then grinning broadly. "There is something I wanna show you. I mean, if you do, like, wanna see... yeah?"

"Sure, lead the way," Rob said as he fell into step behind Emma, "You're lucky, my parents would never let me stay home by myself. If the both of them have to go somewhere, they'll hire a sitter," his face twists in disgust at the last word, "like I'm not old enough to take care of myself or something, but lately, I've managed to talk them into letting me come over here if that's the case. How did you manage to talk your parents into it?"

The answer was, of course, rather simple: She had whined and yelled and made a scene and whined some more before her parents had simply relented. But she was not about to say that. "They're not gone that long I think... and I'm like, really respunsibble...," Emma explained as she led Rob up the stairs to the second floor, then to her room where in bright, colorful letters her name was written. "I have not cleaned my room for, like, ever, so... um, yeah." With that said, she opened the door, allowing Rob to see her very own room, filled with everything one would expect from a nine-year-old girl. Except that there was a big lack of pink and barbies; instead, she had sports stuff and the walls were painted in blue and white.

Stepping into the room, Rob looked around and thought about how very much like his own room it was. He knew Emma was a bit of a tomboy, but he had still expected at least some dolls, or frilly dresses hanging out, or something. What he found instead were baseball gear, and track trophies; he even liked paint on the walls. In fact, if there were a scattering of action figures on the floor, it would be hard to tell which room was hers, and which was Jason's. It wasn't until he looked at the bed that he saw any concessions Emma had made to being a girl, and that was in the form of a few stuffed animals. "Nice, you've got a lot of cool stuff in here," he said at last.

"Uhh-huu, right?" Emma replied as she followed him into the room and closed the door behind her. She then all but shoved him towards the bed, broadly grinning, clearly intending on showing him whatever it was she wanted to show him now. "Sit down. I'll show you and... um..." Suddenly she hesitated. "Can you close your eyes? Um... please? Great."

Without waiting for a reply, she whirled around again and more or less jumped into her closet, ripping it open and pulling out a large box at the bottom. She wore a simple red jersey and pants, and without even thinking about if he could perhaps peek, she pulled off her jersey, exposing her bare back and shoulders to Rob. If he was looking that is. There was a light criss-cross pattern in her back, soft tan lines from a bathing suit. Then she slipped her pants off faster than her jersey, fewer buttons to deal with, leaving her standing there in nothing but her yellow panties.

Rob sank onto the bed, at Emma's insistence, and was confused about being asked to close his eyes. He watched as she bounded across the room on her toes and began to drag a box out of the closet. It wasn't until Emma stripped off her jersey that he understood and snapped his eyes closed.

Suddenly, he was worried Jason would be back with his parents at any second. He was worried he would get into trouble, or that Jason would be mad at him. Even so, he could still see the shape of her back, the tan lines that played across it clearly in his mind. "Um, Emma..?" he managed to say at last.

"Hmmm?" the girl asked with a humm, not turning around and instead looking through the box she had pulled out, revealing several pieces of fabric in bright colors. She did not notice that he was looking, she did not even think that perhaps he could, as she still had her back to him, leaned forward so that she could go through the box, her well-shaped behind pointed in Rob's direction.

"Emma, you're kind of, um... naked. If someone walks in, we're both going to be in a lot of trouble."

Though Rob's eyes were closed, he wanted badly to open them. He'd never seen a naked girl before, and found the prospect exciting. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, with the mix of fear and excitement. At last, the desire to look overcame his fear, and he let the open just the tiniest fraction. He was rewarded with the sight of her yellow underwear, outlining her slender legs and stretching across her backside.

"Aaam not!" Emma immediately protested, though she did not turn around. "...and only a second or so..." she then mumbled while she finally found what she was looking for.

With a swift movement, she pulled out the pieces of fabric and pulled the biggest of them on, stepping into it, and then... she found that she had sort of a problem, as the zipper was on the back. It was a skintight suit in black and red, quartered, with cute shoes and gloves. A Harley Quinn costume she had wanted so badly; her parents had put their foot down about the Poison Ivy one. Pfff, prudes. "And... Rob, I need some help here, please?" She slowly turned around, smiling a bit shyly, obviously embarrassed.

"Ok," Rob said jumping to his feet and rushing over to help Emma. After a moment's study, he said: "Um, I think I'll have to go slow with this, the zipper looks really cheep, and if I pull too hard, it might break."

Reaching out, he took the tab in hand and began sliding it slowly up the small of Emma's tan back, starting just above the hem of her panties. His fingers brushing the smooth skin, as the zipper slowly closed in its wake. It took only a few moments for his fingers to slide up the length of her spine, between her shoulder blades, to the base of her neck, but to him, it seemed much longer; the adrenaline in his veins making each second seem to stretch out into an eternity.

"There, all done," he said with a slight tremble in his voice, and he finally reached the top. The muscles in his stomach were tight, and he felt as if he were in an elevator, going up very fast, or about to tip over the first precipice of a roller coaster.

As she felt his fingers touch her skin, Emma held her breath; she didn't know why. However, it felt kind of funny inside of her, as if her stomach was twisting slightly and her hands were shivering slightly, yet she held her mouth. She also felt a deep blush creep onto her face, it becoming all hot and warm, and she bit her bottom lip.

"Thanks," she then exclaimed a bit too loudly, as if she was trying to hide something with it, and all but jumped a small step forward, like she was trying to get away. With fumbling hands, she grabbed the cap that went along with the costume, leaning forward again while she did it, and then pulled it over her head. "Sooooo...," she drawled as she had done so, slowly turning around to face Rob again, now clad in her skintight Harley Quinn costume, though lacking the mallet and make-up yet. "Whattaya think, huh? Pretty neat, huh?"

"Yeah," he said, his face still flushed with excitement as he took her in. "It's so tight, I can still kind of see the outline of your panties. You may have to ditch them if you don't want people to notice that when you wear them on Halloween."

Reaching his hand out, Rob sat one of the bells on the cap ringing with a soft tinkling sound before reaching Emma's forehead and brushing away a stray lock of hair that had come loose. "And isn't Harley supposed to be blond?" he asked.


A 9 years old girl with a tomboyish personality. She prefers sports and other traditionally boyish activities over dolls and dresses. Her room, painted in blue and white, reflects her interests with baseball gear and track trophies instead of frilly decorations. Despite her youthful age, she's quite assertive and unafraid to express herself, even when it leads to embarrassing situations. She also has a bit of an adventurous streak as seen in her choice of a Harley Quinn costume for Halloween.

"Yeah," he said, his face still flushed with excitement as he took her in. "It's so tight, I can still kind of see the outline of your panties. You may have to ditch them if you don't want people to notice that when you wear them on Halloween."

Reaching his hand out, Rob sat one of the bells on the cap ringing with a soft tinkling sound before reaching Emma's forehead and brushing away a stray lock of hair that had come loose. "And isn't Harley supposed to be blond?" he asked.

Ditching her panties? She had to go naked in this thing? Her face, supposed to be white with make-up, became beet red as she thought of this. The idea had, of course, come to her already but had not really thought about it at all. And then he even had the gall to comment on her hair color. This jerk.

"Whatever!" she suddenly snapped and crossed her arms in front of her chest, pouting, obviously. Yet what Rob said was true; her underwear was clearly visible under the suit, in fact, was something else visible as well, namely her small nipples, being rubbed by the fabric and slowly hardening. It was good that she was already red in the face, otherwise her blush would be obvious to Rob now.


An elven queen with blonde hair, known for her ethereal beauty and luminescent paint adorning her cheeks. She possesses a strong will and determination, even in the face of extreme adversity. Despite being subjected to humiliation and pain, she manages to maintain her composure and uses reason to avoid provoking further harm from Rayarrod.

Elfeya locked her eyes upon Rayarrod, her disgust for him finally finding depths even she had not known existed. So shocked was she at his words that the creature was upon her before she even had time to try and dodge its putrid hands upon her. It looked as if it had been dead weeks rather then mere... how long had she been unconscious? That thought flashed in her mind only to burned away by the horror of being pressed down by this unnatural beast.

Her hands finally loosed themselves from around her body, pressing upwards crying out as his length slips across her flesh, no longer caring to hold back her emotions, only wishing to rid herself of this wretched soulless body.

"You are no god. The gods turn their face from you, you are alone and hated..." Even as she fought the monstrosity she growls out the words, cut off by the foul stench of the priest dead lips. Suddenly bile rises in her throat. She strains, and bucks to try to get him off her, her hand raising to its hair to yank its head up. His blood smears her lips even as she turns violently to the side, unable to move it from her body even as she wretches up the contents of her stomach, soiling the sheets below her.

He observed as she was completely taken by disgust at the prospect of this thing ravaging her, his eyes not batting once as he watched the play, even when her stomach heaved up putrid filth upon his bed sheets. No matter. When he'd ready himself for slumber, should he even sleep this night, he'd merely have his sheets changed. He didn't expect this secondary ceremony to be one that she'd accept without some ungraceful act.

Even her words, as beguiling as they were, did not faze him, and he took her opposition to his claims as mere ignorance, stupidity even. However, she was in no position to deny his power; after all, he'd placed her in this situation, and her defense was quite weak.

The revenant took advantage of this weakness, and while Elfeya vomited and let her opposition fall, the priest growled against her cheek, his scarlet teeth biting into the pale cheek of the elf with a certain carnality resonating in its throat. He was not patient, and one of his chilling hands rode up the thighs of the female, almost virginal in appearance, gripping at the material that clad her hips to conceal her feminine treats. He violently yanked the panties down, not pausing to brush his grotesque rod against the delicate flesh within her thighs, and against the mons of her quim.

Rayarrod lifted a brow in interest, noticing his bride's exposed genitals, a smirk unfolding as he studied the precious little package. It was pale, seemingly unused, perfectly symmetrical, the lips of her cunny like the blossom of some rare flower the king wished to pluck.

Then, harshly, the undead harshly shoved his member deep inside her after positioning himself, even without desired lubrication. Looping his arms under the knees of the fallen queen, he began to dive into her, pushing his full length inside, exercising the extent of the lust he'd experienced in his time with the living.

Elfeya feels the monsters hands on her thighs, but the humiliation of upending her stomach in front of her new beast-husband took most of her mind. The idea of dead flesh touching her caused her dry-heaves to continue, but fortunately for her the contents of her stomach was already emptied.

The cool air washing over her nude nether lips shocked her mind, even as she clawed at the sheets, pulling the far end off the mattress, unminding that she was now laying in the bile. Scrambling trying to find purchase to move away, she was simultaneously lifted partially off the bed, her lower half pulled upwards by it's arms beneath her knees, even as her tight, dry, passage was forcibly plunged into.

A pain of the intrusion, burning friction sent a keen from her throat, that turned into a full-fledged cry as the virginal barrier was ruptured, the small amount of blood not lubricating her passages much at all even as the monstrosity began an excruciating rhythm that stole her breath. Stretching and feeling as if she were being gouged, Elfeya did not even realize that tears wetted her cheeks, that her hands continued to claw, to escape the torment.

This would be a disgusting sight for anyone, including Rayarrod himself, if not for his experience in penetrating graves to make additions to his massive armies. It was rather mundane, until he witnessed something that whetted his appetite for Elfeya herself—the minute amount of blood now exuding from her womanhood. He really shouldn't have questioned the fact that an elven queen was pure, but his whole form trembled in accomplishment when he realized he'd just thieved her of her purity. How very enticing... of course, he'd restrain himself this night.

In some oddity, this freakish thing of a priest had the first pleasure of experiencing her warm cove... In an attempt to taunt his wife, Rayarrod tossed his head to the side, his glowing eyes smiling, his teeth displayed in a flawless yet nauseating smile. "He won't stop until you release, my lady Elfeya. I'd suggest... succumbing to him. Allowing him to inspire you to flood the bed sheets with your fluids."

Almost as if by command, the ghoulish being increased his pace, swinging himself into her as if he were a true expert. Replacing amorous moans with bestial grunts and hisses, he lubricated her himself, but not with humanly pre-cum, but with his own byproduct- thin, sticky blood that grossly imitated the seed expelled by a human. Even though he possessed no real desire... his master, Rayarrod, was pressing him forth to make Elfeya's first time the most memorable. There was no sure sign of the undead actually enjoying the act... he seemed more possessed to fulfill the whims of the necromancer that'd given him renewed, tortuous life.

Elfeya grunted with every thrust, her body making minute amounts of fluids simply out of self-defense, so each time got easier at least physically to bear. She had quit trying to scramble away by now, focusing on simply breathing and trying to survive this ordeal. Blonde hair clings to her cheeks, the luminescent paint that had been applied streaked now from the tears and a red flush of exertion replacing the faintly ethereal glow.

His words confused her at first, wanting to lash out at him, wanting to hurt him as he was hurting her she had to bite her tongue for even in her shame, pain, and degradation she was able to reason that angering him at this point would do nothing more then prolonging the experience. Instead she concentrated on deciphering his words in her increasingly fogged mind.

When, though it seemed like hours it was only a few seconds, the words dawned upon her she was horrified. It would never end, even as the flooding of her most secret passages—thankfully she could not see what the creature had deposited within her living womb—she recognizes almost with a detached mind that the beast sped his movements. It would never end, for she could not do that. Raped by the undead filled her with disgust, revulsion, blocking any kind of pleasure from simply being entered so brutally.


A powerful necromancer who revels in control and manipulation. His appearance is marked by glowing eyes and an unsettling smile, displaying his flawless yet nauseating teeth. He takes pleasure in the suffering of others, as evidenced by his twisted demands and taunts during Elfeya's ordeal. His personality is cruel, sadistic, and unyielding, showing no empathy or concern for the pain he inflicts upon his victims.

This would be a disgusting sight for anyone, including Rayarrod himself, if not for his experience in penetrating graves to make additions to his massive armies. It was rather mundane, until he witnessed something that whetted his appetite for Elfeya herself—the minute amount of blood now exuding from her womanhood. He really shouldn't have questioned the fact that an elven queen was pure, but his whole form trembled in accomplishment when he realized he'd just thieved her of her purity. How very enticing... of course, he'd restrain himself this night.

In some oddity, this freakish thing of a priest had the first pleasure of experiencing her warm cove... In an attempt to taunt his wife, Rayarrod tossed his head to the side, his glowing eyes smiling, his teeth displayed in a flawless yet nauseating smile. "He won't stop until you release, my lady Elfeya. I'd suggest... succumbing to him. Allowing him to inspire you to flood the bed sheets with your fluids."

Almost as if by command, the ghoulish being increased his pace, swinging himself into her as if he were a true expert. Replacing amorous moans with bestial grunts and hisses, he lubricated her himself, but not with humanly pre-cum, but with his own byproduct- thin, sticky blood that grossly imitated the seed expelled by a human. Even though he possessed no real desire... his master, Rayarrod, was pressing him forth to make Elfeya's first time the most memorable. There was no sure sign of the undead actually enjoying the act... he seemed more possessed to fulfill the whims of the necromancer that'd given him renewed, tortuous life.


A hardworking demon who can transform into a hydra, showing an unusual and intriguing appearance. He's constantly busy, suggesting he can be somewhat disheveled due to his workload. Despite being skinny and physically worn out, he possesses surprising strength, able to lift heavy books single-handedly. His personality reveals a diligent worker who takes his responsibilities seriously, even at the cost of his own well-being. Although he maintains a professional demeanor most of the time, there's a softer side to him that emerges in intimate moments. He shows signs of longing for something different from his current situation but is cautious about taking risks unless they seem worth it.

Daniel was busy trying to keep his paperwork in order, the other creatures roaming around and he had to get his tail out to help hold onto things. The screams, moans, and groans were barely heard over the usual hustle and bustle of the workers. They were understaffed and everybody put in long hours. Daniel couldn't even remember the last time he slept in his own bed or even had a meal at his home. When was he away from the hustle and bustle of the building? He didn't remember and he missed it. All sorts of creatures worked there and sometimes he even turned into his hydra form to try and keep up with the workload he had.

As the door opened, the man glanced up and over at the door as he scrambled back to his desk and was breathing heavily. "Name...?" He was breathless as he put the files on the desk and then opened a big black book with red accents and some gold flecks. It was very big, too. It required two people to lift normally but he managed to lift it by himself. He was a bit on the skinny side because of the said workload and all the energy he needed to use. He was weak and worn out, his strength starting to wane.

Treacle looked up, he was a little confused, he hadn't been there in so long that he had forgotten how things worked. "Treacle Greld." He answered. He couldn't help but bit his lip a little, the more he looked at this man, the more he realized how attractive he was, it was almost enough to drown out the moans and groans. Treacle subtly looked him up and down, he definitely wanted to get involved with this man.

"Are you knew around here? I don't think I've seen you here before." He asked. He placed his elbows on the desk and leaned on them, he fluttered his eyelashes. That tactic always worked on humans, so he hoped it would do the same for what he thought was a demon. "Though I haven't been down here in a while. I was lucky enough to work on the surface." Treacle bragged.

Daniel looked up at him and waited for a response a bit more patiently than the others might have. Once given the name, he flipped through to the Gs in the book, looking through and tapping the page but took a deep breath before he spoke. "You're going to run one of the food markets nearby. I'm sure you're aware of how that runs?" He didn't mean to sound rude or mean, he was out of breath and tired.

"I'm one of the newer ones, and we're still understaffed." As he spoke, Daniel let his tail put the paperwork in the appropriate spots that they had to go in. "Lucky," he stated, "I've wanted to go up but... well, I couldn't afford to leave even for an hour." A soft smile formed as he got the appropriate paperwork out for him but got a bit lightheaded.

Treacle frowned as he heard what he had been assigned to. "The food stall? Are you kidding me?" He whined. "They made me close down my store to run some stupid hell food stall." He mumbled. Frustrated. he ran his fingers through his hair. "No more eating souls for me then..." He muttered under his breath. He looked at Daniel. "Yeah, I know how running a market works. Its just like a smaller outdoor version of a store." He explained.

He looked at Daniel and frowned a little, he shouldn't be the one to whine, it's not like he had to do anything stressful like Daniel. He leaned on the desk again, a smirk on his face. "I'll tell you what, you get me a better assignment..." He started. Treacle leaned in closer to Daniel, he knew he'd get into trouble if anyone heard his next words. "...and I'll take you up to the human world for a day." He whispered. He pulled away and held out his hand. "Does that sound like a good deal to you?" Treacle murmured with a seductive smile.

Daniel looked up at Treacle and took a deep breath. "I'm not the one that assigns the jobs... I just keep a log of what the higher-ups tell me to tell the others." He frowned softly, hating seeing anyone be frustrated. He looked through the paperwork and swayed a little bit on his feet so he had to sit down for a while. "At least you know how it works down here," the man said. He wasn't trying to be rude, and it didn't seem like it, either. He just wanted to rest.

As Treacle spoke, Daniel listened and his energy was waning pretty bad. It had been at least a week since he last slept, last ate an actual meal, or anything. Even sat down for more than five seconds! A full day in the human world?! Sounded like a treat! But was it worth risking his job for? Yep! Then he shook the man's hand and dipped his head. Pulling out a blank sheet of paper and a pen, he handed it to the man. "Write down what would be a 'better assignment' for you," he whispered to him, giving a soft smile.

Treacle smiled widely, he didn't actually expect this guy to accept his offer. He looked around briefly, making sure no one was looking before leaning in again. He planted a kiss on his cheek. Treacle quickly pulled away and looked down at the paper. He wondered what he could do instead, he wasn't sure what he wanted to do. He twiddled the pen around between his fingers, he was trying to think of something and fast, if he didn't write something soon then they could both get into trouble.

After a couple minutes, Treacle finally started to write down what he wanted to do. He put down the pen and handed the paper to the worker, the paper read "Soul collection". He looked up at Daniel with a smile, his tongue running over his lips. "I'm really hungry and I'm craving some souls right about now~" He purred, putting his finger under Daniel's chin. "You're lucky you aren't human, otherwise I would have eaten your soul. I bet it would taste delicious." He said, drool slowly making its way down his chin.

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

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