A passionate and capable individual who is not afraid to act on his desires. He has some magical abilities, although he may lack confidence in his skills when it comes to facing powerful opponents. Urowen also shows concern for the well-being of others, particularly Yin, and values their companionship.

When Yin's leg wrapped around his body, Urowen felt her weight against him as he pinned her tighter against the wall. His hands gripped her luscious read end as he felt the heat building up in his body. The feeling that he had been craving so strongly while at court was finally going to be filled as his thrusts became stronger and more precise. He wasn't able to hold in the moan that released in the kiss that had not broke the entire time. Soon he felt that his body couldn't hold it in any longer. He pushed one last time, plunging all the way to the hip, as he felt the warm seed shoot deep into his assistant's womb.

Yin couldn't last much longer, like this. She moaned into his lips, panting as he held her. her tight body squeezed him as he thrust into her. My but he was learning very quickly about all the ways to pleasure her. Before she knew it, she'd reached her climax. The orgasm was shattering and it was all she could do to cling to him. He came right along with her and she was officially blown away.

Breathing heavily Urowen finally broke the kiss they had been sharing. His eyes focusing as the orgasm finally subsided and he could feel is mind coming back to him. His arms and legs shook as he slowly let her down from the wall. As he finally let her feet hit the ground, and fixed himself, hiding his now limp member inside the hold in his robes, he heard something from behind him. Turning around in shock as his heart stopped. Standing there was a page boy of the king. "Excuse me sir Urowen, the King would like to talk to you." he said. Urowen couldn't tell if he had seen anything or not, but the boy nodded and turned to leave.

Carefully, Yin unwrapped herself from around him, focusing on Urowen as he set her on the ground. She was just calming down herself, looking just a little dazed. Panting softly, her jade eyes locked with the young man's as he told them the King wanted an audience with Urowen. A rather fierce look came into her eye as the young man turned to leave. If he messed things up for the two of them, he'd be in a very uncomfortable place when she was finished.

Before Urowen could turn, the neko fixed the hole in his robes and put her hand on his shoulders. "Breathe, master. Just breathe." She smiled and kissed his cheek, smoothing his hair and her own before she let him go. "Would you like me to come with you?" She asked, using magic to clean herself up just a little bit.

Urowen let out a long sigh when Yin comforted him. He still couldn't understand why he had don what he had done. It was so sudden and so strong that it seemed too strange to be natural. He shook his head at the thought, figuring it was done with and not worth the worry. He nodded to Yin, "Sure, I could use the company." He said as he walked out around the corner and noticed the King sitting on his throne, a worried look on his brow. As Urowen approached, he bowed and said, "Your majesty wished to see me." King Aiden only nodded and handed him a small scroll. Urowen curiously opened it up and read it out loud.

My Majesty, I hope you enjoyed the ring that I had sent you. Right now you may be wondering why you can't seem to find the words to speak, or even can't find words at all. I am proud to say that is my doing. A little something I was working on in my free time. Now as fun as it may be to never hear your voice again, in time you will need to explain to your subjects why you can't call a war. Well, I have a proposition for you. About three day travel is my home, you may have heard of it. The Black Tower. Yes, I am the warlock of the tower. Well I am in need of your assistance and only you can help me. You see, I am hoping to gather a little party of some very old friends of mine. But I need the blood of a king to help command ... I mean invite my friends over. So if you wish to hear your voice again, you have one week to arrive. I will be waiting. WOT

"Obviously the right I gave you was not just a gift." King Aiden said as his eyes jumped from Urowen to Yin. "I can't let a threat like this go unanswered. There is only one way to fight a warlock, and that is with magic." He said, knowing he wouldn't need to explain what he was asking. He stood up from his throne and turned to walk away. "You leave at day break." He said as he walked away, leaving Urowen and Yin to themselves.

"Oh boy..." Urowen said with a worried sigh as the realization of what he was expect to do sank in. He turned to look over to Yin, the obvious worry in his eyes.

Yin was somewhat shocked as Urowen read the letter. Someone had been bold enough to threaten the king—to use curses and magic to do it. Frowning, the neko watched the ruler as he sat there, obviously worried. He was a complex man... and soon the gaze of that man was on her again. She wondered briefly why it unsettled her so, when Urowen finished the letter. The warlock of the tower was considering serious dark magic. To curse the ring so effectively and put up so many charms took considerable know-how and talent. Undoing it had taken them all night. Dealing with a man like that in person was probably not a wise decision. The only advantage they possessed was that the king was free of any maladies.

Her jade gaze focused on him once more as he turned to her. Obviously, this was unsettling news for everyone. She came to his side immediately, putting an arm around his shoulder. She took the letter from him and then guided him away, heading back to their quarters. If they were to succeed, Urowen needed real rest—not just a potion to give him energy. He needed to let his magic come back, and they needed to prepare for the long road ahead of them.

"Oh, master... what are we going to do?"

When they got to their quarters, Urowen sat on the bed and buried his face in his hands. He didn't know what they were going to do. He had never had to fight a magic user before, not even in a playful duel. He sighed as he ran through the countless lessons his master went over with him about dealing with magic. "Well, other than run for our lives..." He gave a weak chuckle at his joke that he half meant, "We need to enchant some amulets to absorb some magic, we will probably need something to see invisible barriers and traps, and we will need a lot of luck from the gods." He said as he finally looked up at his assistant. He couldn't tell if he was crashing because of the potion or if their antics had made him tired. But whatever it was, he had to shrug it off because they had work to do.

Yin sighed and sat down on the bed with him. Clearly this was one area he was not confident about. Then again, it didn't seem as though Urowen had a lot of confidence in himself. Maybe he just didn't think he was up to the task. In the mean time, they had preparations to make. Charms, enchantments, amulets.

"We can do a good portion of that while we're traveling, master. Or at the very least, I can start it by myself. But you need to rest, Urowen. You need to regain your magic—and naturally." Obviously worried, she stared at her master, ears drooping, concern written all over her face. She sat next to him and took his hands. "Please, at least take a short nap. I'll wake you soon, I promise."

Urowen sighed at her words as he realized that she was right. He wouldn't be any use if he was tired and the potion didn't restore magical energy. "Just promise me you will get some rest too. I can't have you tired while we travel tomorrow." He said with a smirk as he yawned and proceeded to pull off his robes. He didn't even feel like pulling on his pants. He aided back the bed and snuggled against the covers. "Just make us a few things and we can do the rest while we camp between days." he said with a smile as his eyes flutter closed from exhaustion. "Good night Yin."


A girl neko, or in other words a cat girl has feline features such as cat ears and a tail. She is loyal and caring towards Urowen, often offering support and comfort when needed. Her personality is a mix of fierce determination and genuine concern for others, especially her master. Additionally, Yin possesses magical abilities that she is willing to use in their upcoming challenges.

Yin sighed and sat down on the bed with him. Clearly this was one area he was not confident about. Then again, it didn't seem as though Urowen had a lot of confidence in himself. Maybe he just didn't think he was up to the task. In the mean time, they had preparations to make. Charms, enchantments, amulets.

"We can do a good portion of that while we're traveling, master. Or at the very least, I can start it by myself. But you need to rest, Urowen. You need to regain your magic—and naturally." Obviously worried, she stared at her master, ears drooping, concern written all over her face. She sat next to him and took his hands. "Please, at least take a short nap. I'll wake you soon, I promise."


A cruel and abusive man who runs a prostitution ring. He is physically imposing and uses violence to intimidate his workers into submission. He is also very demanding of his employees and expects them to cater to all clients' needs, even if they are violent or abusive. He enjoys smoking cigars and drinking martinis while inflicting pain on others.

Donny leaned forward and reached over the desk, and grabbed Oriel's collar. He hauled the small boy forward until he was nearly flat on the glass top.

"Who said—" he leaned down to growl it in his ear. "—now who said you could refuse a client just 'cause they got a little rough?" Donny scoffed, puffing on his cigar, then leaned down and blew it straight into Oriel's eyes. "You seem to have forgotten your duty here. One month, alright, I'll let it slide. Two months? Bad streak, I'm not gonna bust a boy's head over it. But it's been three fucking months in a row, Oriel. Three goddamned months. You're acting like more of a little fucking princess than Taiga is—and he exceeds his quota, month after month."

"You seem to have some fucked up idea of what we do here." Donny was disgusted with the whole business. Oriel's apartment and food and board were costing him more than the boy was bringing in, and it was all because of his bad habits. "Allow me to enlighten you. Then it's training with Taiga, for the next month. Go, into my room." He shoved him in the direction of the Tough Room. "And I don't want to hear a fucking word that you refused a client. He wants to do snuff, you come back in a casket, got it?"

Oriel gave a grunt, his eyes widening as he was pulled over the table. A whine came as the smoke burned his eyes, making him wince. He reluctantly listened to the man rant, trying his best to just deal with it so he could get back to work and maybe change his luck to please his boss; that was, at least, until the tough room was mentioned. He'd never been in it before but had certainly heard rumors about it, and he most definitely didn't want to experience whatever hell would happen in it.

He began panicking and tried to back away from the man, especially as the last line was spoken. The bastards who bought monster prostitutes weren't stupid; if rumor spread that he had lost his boss's favor and started training, they'd push boundaries all they liked because they'd know no one was protecting him anymore. It was almost certain that he would, indeed, return one night in a casket- if they'd find his body at all.

"Sir, with all due respect—" he clenched his fist, trying his best to not be terrified by the man in an attempt to protect himself. "I joined this business to survive, not risk my neck for some perverts! If you did anything to actually protect us, we wouldn't even have a problem with violent clients! Now, you can cut my electricity, my water; you can lower my food to the worst slop ever once a day, but I'm not dying for this shit!"

"I'm sorry," Donny scoffed, rounding his desk to capture the retreating boy, "are you fucking deaf, too? You got some disability you ain't registered with us yet? Maybe I have to speak louder." The kid was fast, but Donny was faster, yanking him in close by two fingers pinched hard to his triangle ear. He bellowed directly into it.

"You do—what I say." He shook him by the ear, smacking him hard and casual across the face. He'd been too lenient with Oriel, 'cause the kid was cute and generally obedient. That ended today. "Don't like it? I throw you out in the streets where I found you. And how long you calculate you'll last out there, Oriel?"

He leaned in close and hissed in Oriel's ear, "You're tragically mistaken if you think I give a damn if a low earner who's costing me money lives or dies. Get your numbers up. Training with Taiga will help. And so, apparently, will some attitude adjustment right now." He began hauling him by a proprietary hand on his ear and another on the base of his tail to the Tough Room.

While yelling had felt somewhat relieving in the moment, Oriel instantly knew he'd fucked up big time. He backed away more, definitely not wanting to be caught by the man now, though unfortunately his moment of freedom didn't last long. A yelp came as his sensitive ear was grabbed and yelled in, making it twitch as the one not being held flattened against his head.

After having his face smacked to the side, he reached up to his sore face to find some blood speckling on his lip. His head lowered at the threat of being thrown to the streets; perhaps he'd gotten too confident in the security of his position. Oriel grit his teeth with a huff, having more or less accepted the situation at the moment. It's not like he could convince his boss against training when he was this mad, and he knew full well he'd be killed within a week on the streets. A whine came as he was pulled to the tough room, though otherwise had quit fighting.

Donny frog-marched the boy to the doors, and kicked them in. They were unlocked when Donny wasn't using them, because they always needed to be ready. Inside was hell in the making. One whole wall was completely covered in implements for beatings, whips, canes, floggers, paddles, anything your mind could imagine was there, waiting for Oriel's hide.

Apparatuses that mixed between general kink and actual torture were spread around the room, things that ranged from wooden horses to waterboards, cages to the rack. Donny trotted his captive audience around the room, picking over the accoutrements. "Which do you want?" he cooed to him. "It's your first time, so I'll let you choose. I might even listen, who knows."

The tension grew in the monster the closer they got to the doors, ending in a flinch as the man kicked them open. When he saw what was inside, Oriel's heart sank. He'd expected things like restraint furniture and kink items, but the literal torture devices were so much worse than he could've imagined; it made him question what had happened to the poor souls who'd entered before him. He felt both pity for whoever the devices had been used on and utter terror at the prospect that he'd be next.

Reasonably, none of the items looked remotely desirable to Oriel. Still, he knew the man would likely choose the worst thing if he didn't go along with the offer, so he gave a little sigh as he bit back his pride and looked over the wall. After a moment, he managed to spot a little chastity cage and pointed to it. It was a huge gamble whether or not the boss would accept such a tame punishment, but it was the only thing in the room that he was familiar with and therefore the only thing he'd trust. "T-that... please, sir..." He couldn't help but hang his head in shame as he spoke.

Donny stared down at him, askance. "That?" he scoffed, and barked out some laughter. He reached out and grabbed his pants, and just yanked, one hand on each side. With a loud *riiip*, the cloth rent in half, showing Oriel's ample cheeks and the cock to be caged. Too big for one that small. He'd need to...

He grabbed Oriel's shoulder and slammed him over the table, then flipped open a refrigerator he kept in here—for ice to put on swelling and bruising, and hell, so he could have a nice martini while a boy or girl screamed.

Dipping into the ice maker, he pulled out a couple cubes, and rolled them over his hand. Gods, that was fucking cold.

His hands dipped down between Oriel's legs, leaning nearly his full weight on the monster's shoulder, and cupped the boy's cock and testes in hand, rolling the frigid ice cubes against the sensitive skin. "You want it? You got it. We got to ice you down small enough to fit in it, first, kid," he grunted, rubbing the sensitive head with the freezing cubes.


A young boy working in the sex industry. He is small and cute, but also has a rebellious streak as he has refused clients for three months in a row. He is terrified of being sent to the "Tough Room" and being subjected to torture devices which include wooden horses, waterboards, cages, and racks. Physically, he has ample cheeks and a large cock that requires icing down before fitting into a chastity cage.

Donny stared down at him, askance. "That?" he scoffed, and barked out some laughter. He reached out and grabbed his pants, and just yanked, one hand on each side. With a loud *riiip*, the cloth rent in half, showing Oriel's ample cheeks and the cock to be caged. Too big for one that small. He'd need to...

He grabbed Oriel's shoulder and slammed him over the table, then flipped open a refrigerator he kept in here—for ice to put on swelling and bruising, and hell, so he could have a nice martini while a boy or girl screamed.

Dipping into the ice maker, he pulled out a couple cubes, and rolled them over his hand. Gods, that was fucking cold.

His hands dipped down between Oriel's legs, leaning nearly his full weight on the monster's shoulder, and cupped the boy's cock and testes in hand, rolling the frigid ice cubes against the sensitive skin. "You want it? You got it. We got to ice you down small enough to fit in it, first, kid," he grunted, rubbing the sensitive head with the freezing cubes.

Oriel's ears pressed back at the laughing, honestly expecting to be knocked around some more. Instead, he flinched as his pants were suddenly torn, surprising him. He would've honestly yelled over the ruined clothing if this were anyone else, but he'd already pushed his luck with Donny and was scared of him anyway.

Besides, he didn't have much time to think of such a thing, being slammed down and pinned a moment later. He laid there in terror for a moment, just wondering what the man was doing, before flinching at the unexpected feeling of something unbearably cold down there.

Almost immediately, a whine of pain left the monster's lips. His back pressed against Donny's chest as he squirmed a bit and his tail flicked against the boss's thighs: a clear sign of discomfort. For a moment, he wanted to apologize for choosing the item, but he bit his lip instead; after all, this was still better than something like being whipped... arguably.


A succubus of remarkable beauty, embodying an irresistible allure typical of her kind. Her features are enchantingly exotic, hinting at her demonic nature yet remaining captivating to the human eye. She carries herself with an air of elegance and confidence that complements her authoritative position in her mansion. Elektra's personality is surprisingly hospitable and helpful for a demon, showing kindness to a stranger from another realm. She's also quite knowledgeable about the workings of the demon world and its inhabitants. However, true to her succubus nature, she harbors a lascivious side which becomes apparent in intimate situations---she finds pleasure not only in participating but also observing such acts. Despite this carnal aspect, she maintains respect for consent and boundaries as seen during Chloe's encounter with Jean-Pierre.

"I figured as much" nodded Elektra as Chloe told her she might not be the most welcomed human being in Pandemonium. "I mean, the only reason you could know about Axalath existence AND is death would be that you killed him yourself. You have the vibe of a demon killer or a demonologist... but really, I've been out of the game for so long, I just don't know the names of the new hunters."

Looking at the beautiful girl, Elektra went on. "There is one thing you should know... you shouldn't tell a demon 'any payment you'll require'. Most of my kind are pervy and lecherous as hell. Every demon, expect maybe the big names, will try to have sex with you one way or another. I have to admit, even I am thinking of fucking you right against my table. Jean-Pierre over there would probably do even worse" she said as she pointed over to her butler who was standing near the door "If I gave him leave to do so, of course".

Chuckling, Elektra smiled and added "As for my help... I'm a bit of a recluse and I can't open a rift... and I'm not sure where the Oracle resides... I've heard rumors he might live around Tul'sak moutain. It's somewhere east of the desert... I can't promise you'll find him here, but it might be worth a try. You'll even move further from Pandemonium, so it's not a bad destination. I might have a map of the region somewhere...".

"A map would be great," Chloe replied instantly, wanting to get some kind of bearings in this foreign land. A journey across the desert, to the mountains, was sure to be long but she had often traveled great distances all by her lonesome. This trip would be no different, and as long as she had a map she knew she'd be okay. "How far away do you think the Oracle is?" She asked, opening up her bag. "As you can see, many of my weaponry is lost and I have little with me; mostly clothing. Is there a place I can replenish my provisions? I'm usually equipped well, but after Axalath dropped me nicely here, I lost many of my goods. And for the record, I am a demon huntress... I think 'demonologist' refers to those of us who get rid of demons on the human world through religious ways and the ritual of 'exorcism'. Demon killers are the wanna-be amateurs, but what can I say? We are good at what we do." She winked at her hostess, a signal of playfulness and lighthearted humor.

The huntress thought upon her general situation and stood from the chair, laughing a bit as she did so. "Also, you're telling me that while on earth, demon like to create havoc but while in their own realm, they are—in actuality—lewd, perverse creatures? This is news to me." The gentle laugh soon turned to outright giggling and Chloe struggled to retain control. She wondered... if in this realm, all demon wanted sex, she wouldn't have to be troubled by killing one of the more handsome of the demon. In fact, she couldn't have cared at all! It may as well be the perfect opportunity to sate her curiosity about their kind. "Tell me," she addressed Elektra, intrigued by the behavior. "Does this happen between demon and humans or does the behavior extend between the race and different families of the demon race?" She gestured toward the door, motioning for them to search for the map while walking and talking of other things. This way no time was wasted.

Elektra got up, understanding that Chloe wanted the map right away. "I'm not sure how far the Oracle is though. As for the provisions, I could help you a bit with that", the demonette said. She was surprised however by the girl's curiosity towards demon sexuality. "Well, most of the demons that go to the human realm go there for a reason, like capturing souls, reaping life energy, affecting human politics or even human politics. The others are their henchmen. You probably killed a lot of these. The henchmen are normal demons who have trouble living in the human realm. There is something in the air in your world that makes it painful for my kind... but still, these demons probably fucked more humans that we can count. I did have sex with my share of men and women... but that was my job".

The demonette brought Chloe to the attic, with Jean-Pierre following behind. "However, here in the demon realm, there are no humans, so demons fuck each others, especially the lowest castes. Sometimes they don't even care for male or females. They just need a hole. Something a demon is neither male or female. We have some realllly strange creatures down here. You couldn't image. I'm not different from the others, mind you. I ask Jean-Pierre to fuck me once in a while when I get lonely. He's got quite the cock you know". Elektra walked up the last stairs and opened up the door to the attic.

The place was huge, filled with treasure chests, bookshelves, painting, clothes and many other eclectic things. "Alright... maps, maps..." went on Elektra, starting to look around. "You know what? I think I know what I'll require of you for my help. Something simple. You fuck my Jean-Pierre while I'm watching. Easy, don't you think?"

"Me?" Chloe's eyes widened as her gaze shifted the butler looking demon standing in a far off corner. "With Jean-Pierre?" A million thoughts ran through her mind, most of them being excuses as to why she couldn't do as her generous hostess had asked, but thought better of it and let out a nervous laugh. "Yes... It should be easy," she replied to Elektra's last question. But as easy as it flowed out of her mouth, she couldn't help but think of Jean-Pierre's eight foot stature and large body, and how it would reflect his lower male appendage. Even as she looked at him, he started walking toward her not menacingly, but more on the fact that his mistress had required something of him.

"You want to do it here, right now?" The huntress squeaked out in surprise at the succubus and demon, who were now onlooking as Chloe backed herself into a table. "Don't you think we should do it somewhere soft or...?" She was cut off as a dusty pillow was gently tossed to her, though she didn't know if Elektra or Jean-Pierre had done it. "Oh, okay," she called out softly to no one in particular as the eight foot demon swiftly picked up her up and placed her on the table, pillow underneath her back as she laid down on the old, but firm wood. He leaned over, his groin pressing her knees as one large hand ripped the lace top and black bra off, leaving her breasts bare and free. Chloe could see lust in his eyes as she felt his cock grow hard beneath the loin cloth where it touched her legs. Distantly she was aware that Elektra was somewhere watching but she didn't mind, a slow haze of her own lust making her bright green eyes misty with anticipation.

Elektra stopped looking for the map as thing began to get a bit steamy behind her. There will be time enough to search for it later, thought the demon girl as she went to see what the couple was doing on the table. Getting herself a chair, she sat down close next to Chloe and Jean-Pierre, a devilish grin on her lips, get already turned on by the situation. She had always been a pervert, succubus were born that way. For her, watching sex was almost as good as doing it herself.

Jean-Pierre (that was probably not his real name) was pretty fired up by the situation. Sure, he was doing because his mistress said so, but the idea of fucking a human girl made him more than happy. Most female demons were not as sexy as Elektra. They often had spikes, scales, claws or even worse, vaginal teeth. Humans were soft and nice and wet and fun. Or so the stories said. The demon laid Chloe down on the table, tearing down her clothes from chest to bottom, leaving her almost naked, exposing her breasts and womanhood. He tore off his own cloth, revealing a thick and huge cock which was ready for action. He hoped his size wouldn't hurt the girl. Running one of his large hand over her body, he rubbed his large cockhead against her slit to tease her a bit, trying not to be too rough.


A strikingly beautiful woman, possessing an alluring blend of strength and femininity. Her bright green eyes glow with determination and curiosity, reflecting her adventurous spirit. She's athletic yet curvaceous, a testament to her physically demanding profession as a demon hunter. Her personality is as captivating as her appearance; she's fearless, confident, quick-witted, and exudes a playful sense of humor even in the face of danger. Despite being trapped in an unfamiliar realm filled with potential threats, she maintains composure and resourcefulness. Intriguingly, she also possesses an open-mindedness towards the unknown and unexplored aspects of her surroundings---whether it be navigating through the demon realm or engaging in erotic encounters with its inhabitants.

Elektra stopped looking for the map as thing began to get a bit steamy behind her. There will be time enough to search for it later, thought the demon girl as she went to see what the couple was doing on the table. Getting herself a chair, she sat down close next to Chloe and Jean-Pierre, a devilish grin on her lips, get already turned on by the situation. She had always been a pervert, succubus were born that way. For her, watching sex was almost as good as doing it herself.

Jean-Pierre (that was probably not his real name) was pretty fired up by the situation. Sure, he was doing because his mistress said so, but the idea of fucking a human girl made him more than happy. Most female demons were not as sexy as Elektra. They often had spikes, scales, claws or even worse, vaginal teeth. Humans were soft and nice and wet and fun. Or so the stories said. The demon laid Chloe down on the table, tearing down her clothes from chest to bottom, leaving her almost naked, exposing her breasts and womanhood. He tore off his own cloth, revealing a thick and huge cock which was ready for action. He hoped his size wouldn't hurt the girl. Running one of his large hand over her body, he rubbed his large cockhead against her slit to tease her a bit, trying not to be too rough.

As the demon's large hand ran over her body, Chloe felt her body react to his touch. A delicious shiver ran down her spine, her nipples hardened to tight peaks and wetness pooled between her thighs just as Jean-Pierre rubbed his cock there, making her even slicker. The sensation was exhilarating as she had never done this before with a demon, and he was definitely larger that the human males she had fucked. "Wait... wait," she said breathlessly, her pussy already quivering from the teasing. "Let me..." The girl laid down on her belly facing him, mouth level with the large cock. As if the sight made her hungry for him, she took him into her wet parted lips, barely able to stretch her mouth around his shaft and take him deep in. She played with herself as she did so, rubbing the small bud in her center while sucking the demon's large cock.

When she finished, she grinned, a clear haze of lust misting her eyes. Jean-Pierre hadn't tasted bad... at least not like she thought he would. She sat on the edge of the table, putting her hands on his shoulders as she rubbed herself on him, putting more pressure so he inserted her smoothly, a little at a time. Immediately she hissed in pleasure, throwing her head back, moaning louder and louder with each passing second. Her pussy felt so full, but in a good way, her hips thrusting and gyrating in sync with Jean-Pierre. "Oh god," she moaned, "more, more... it feels so good..."


A young, petite, yet busty woman with tanned skin. She has a hectic lifestyle and seeks moments of solitude to recharge herself. Initially fearful and resistant during the encounter, she ultimately finds pleasure in the unexpected and intense experience. Her personality suggests that she may be adventurous or open to exploring new experiences despite her initial apprehensions.

It had been quite a long day and the young, petite, yet busty, Ilianne had a needed a break from the busy, hectic schedule she usually had. She had intentionally secluded herself miles away from any other human so that she could have some privacy. Finding a small spring, she had quickly discarded her garments along the shore line and went for a lovely swim, enjoying the refreshing cool water. After some time in the spring, she decided to emerge and laid upon her stomach on the shore line.

The moon light shone over her tanned, exposed flesh, following the curves down to her subtle, perky rounded rear. Her thighs lightly fidgeted as she groaned to herself. Unbeknownst to the young female, she had entered into a 'heat' like stage. The scent emitting from her body was erotic and seductive, and not by any choice of her own, called out to any males near by. She could feel her nether lips flexing as her internal walls ached with need.

A wolf was able to smell the scent of someone going into heat. The wolf was very aroused by this smell and decided to go look for who it was. As the wolf smelled around for this scent he was smelling he saw a very young beautiful girl lying under the moonlight. The wolf became even more aroused because he found what he was looking for. The wolf slowly creeped up on the woman and then pounced on her.

Ilianne was completely caught off guard as she felt the weight of something pounce her. Immediately, she went to struggle her way to freedom, but found herself pinned and unable to escape. She could feel that whatever had pinned her was large and furred. Her hips began to wiggle as she squirmed, brushing against something thick and hard. Managing to turn her head to the corner, she caught a glimpse of the large wolf that had pounced on top of her. Her gut turned with fear and she swallowed hard. She feared that the wolf was going to devour her for her meal. She continued to squirm and tried to gain her freedom, each time, brushing against the red, throbbing cock for the wolf.

With Ilianne brushing up against the wolf's sheathe his big red cock (12 inches) came all the way out. The wolf had enough of this it was time for him to claim his bitch. He wrapped his paws around Ilianne pushing her face into the ground and leaving her ass sticking up in the air. He began to thrust at her. Ilianne was able to feel the warmth of this massive cock as it started to enter her pussy.

Ilianne screamed out but was silenced as she found her face pushed into the ground and her rear raised into the air. Her body molded into a bowing position, giving full exposure to the wolf atop of her. Her eyes suddenly widen as she felt the wolf began to thrust at her. She soon felt something prick at her tight entrance. Her head began to shake 'no' as her body quivered and trembled.

She felt the tip of the hot length pressing against her sacred hymen. Her cheeks were flushed as she began to please 'no'. Yet, despite her refusal, her body was succumbing against her will as her juices began to coat his length. She could already feel herself being stretched around just tip and he had yet to even plunge past her hymen. "F-fuck!" She cried out, whimpering and panting heavily as she attempted to pull herself away.

It was too tight for this wolf to get his cock in. He began to thrust even harder causing Ilianne's hymen to tear apart. The wolf was able to get his whole entire cock in her now as he just kept thrusting. Ilianne was able to feel the pulsing of his cock within her inner walls. She felt small amounts of cum dripping inside her as she was being pounded away by this massive wolf.

Ilianne screamed out as she felt the wolf tear into her. Tears ripping from the corners of her eyes as she felt his sheer girth force its way into her. Another scream abruptly escaped as she felt him force his way into her cervix, breaking past yet another safe haven as his cock entered into her womb. Her screams mixed with moans as she felt the cock tearing in and out of her, her juices helping to coat his length, as did his own.

She gripped tightly at the ground, fingers digging in. Her breasts bounced painfully with each wild thrust of the wolf. With each thrust, the wolf seemed to shove more of himself within her until she was completely encased around him. Her tight cunt devouring his entire length to the hilt. Drool seeped from the corner of her mouth as she cried out. Her inner muscles flexing and tightening around the thick muscle that took such dominant claim of her once virgin hole.

This was it for Ilianne. The wolf started speeding up his thrusts, intense amounts of cum were pouring into Ilianne's pussy. The wolf kept getting deeper and deeper into her to the point where he got his knot into her. The knot of the wolf began swelling inside Ilianne's cunt leaving her no escape. This wolf had her locked down and he let out a big howl as he got the knot in.

Ilianne screamed and cried out, moaning loudly as she felt the heated liquid spilling into her womb. She could feel the thick spurts causing her stomach to bulge the slightest. Without control, she had reached her own climax as her own cum mixed with his. Yet, another loud scream escaped as the knot was forced and stretching her tight walls even further. Her body cringed and writhed from his massive girth. She panted heavily as she remained pinned and latched tightly around the wolf's length and knot. Her tight walls served as hot vice, constricting the wolf as the flexed. She had never expected her first time be like this, to be taken so vigorously and roughly by force. Yet, she enjoyed it.


A large, dominant wolf with strong instincts and an insatiable sexual drive. He is easily aroused by the scent of a female in heat and acts upon his desires without restraint. As an animal, he follows his primal urges rather than any moral or social considerations.

Ilianne screamed and cried out, moaning loudly as she felt the heated liquid spilling into her womb. She could feel the thick spurts causing her stomach to bulge the slightest. Without control, she had reached her own climax as her own cum mixed with his. Yet, another loud scream escaped as the knot was forced and stretching her tight walls even further. Her body cringed and writhed from his massive girth. She panted heavily as she remained pinned and latched tightly around the wolf's length and knot. Her tight walls served as hot vice, constricting the wolf as the flexed. She had never expected her first time be like this, to be taken so vigorously and roughly by force. Yet, she enjoyed it.

Even though the wolf's cock was all the way in Ilianne's pussy he still kept thrusting. So much cum was flowing into Ilianne. The throbbing and pulsing of his cock was so great it was stimulating Ilianne's clit like crazy. The wolf was so pleased that he claimed himself his own bitch. The knot started to shrink and the wolf began to pull out slowly, leaving a *pop* sound as the knot came out. So much cum was flowing out of Ilianne's pussy.


A 7 years old girl, currently in the second grade. She has an innocent and playful personality, often giggling and engaging in childlike games with her older brother. She's eager to please, especially when it comes to her brother's approval, and shows curiosity towards new experiences such as eating authentic ramen or watching Japanese anime. However, she can also be stubborn at times, like when she insists on finishing her meal before taking a bath.

Sandy waved goodbye as her parents left the house for their trip, and groaned when they said all their usual embarrassing worry-wart stuff. She wasn't a little baby anymore; she was already in the 2nd grade! And besides, she would be here with her big brother. Mom still seemed a little concerned, but she knew her big brother would be able to take care of her just fine.

She was glad when they had finally left. She stood there for a few seconds after the door had closed, and then she turned to her brother with a huge smile on her face. "So, what are we going to do?!" She said, bouncing over and hanging off of his hand.

Danny pushed his round glasses up his nose with his free hand then picked Sandy up by the waist and held her upside down. "Well, first, I think I need to take out the trash," Danny said as he hauled his little sister into the kitchen. He let her wiggle and struggle for a minute while he pretended to struggle with the trash shoot door. Then he hauled her under his arm to sit on his big leather sofa. He tickled her for a little before settling down a bit.

His apartment was large for most people his age. But after all, he had skipped a couple grades and had really good luck with his video game design job, so he could afford it. The apartment he had moved into was of a very modern design, which he thought was kind of bland. He had used antique tables and homey touches like the Swedish mantle clock. His more modern furniture was reserved for the sofa and TV.

"So how has school been, Squirt?" Danny asked, ruffling her hair.

Sandy broke into a fit of giggles when Danny picked her up. "Hey! I'm not trash!" She protested. She knew he was kidding when he started going toward the trash shoot, but it was fun to struggle, so she wriggled and tried to get out of his grip anyway. She was careful not to knock his glasses off, though. She knew that if she messed up his glasses, he would put her down in order to adjust them, and she didn't want that.

Just as she suspected, he changed directions after he fiddled with the trash can and then hauled her like luggage over to the couch. She protected herself from the tickling as she grinned up at him. After that, he asked her about school and how it was going.

"Good," she said. "It was a little hard, but it's summer now, so I don't have to go." She had been excited at the beginning of the year to be a first grader, but she quickly changed her mind when she learned how much more school work first graders had to do compared to when she was in kindergarten. Now she was just happy to be out for the summer.

"Ah, but I thought you liked school?" Danny said, ruffling her hair again. "I know it was hard, and you know each year they are going to throw harder and harder stuff at you. But if you work really hard and study, then one day you could have a place like mine," he threw his arms wide, one hand pointing out the floor to ceiling windows of the dining room that opened onto the fourth story balcony and over looked the nearby park.

"So, I'm sure you hear enough about that kind of stuff from mom and dad. So, what do you want to do today and tomorrow?" he asked, trying to tickle her again.

"No, I like school!" Sandy said defensively, wanting to please her brother with her answer. She knew he was really good at school and she wanted to be like him, so she was sure he would be disappointed if she said she didn't like school. "It's just hard; I wish it wasn't so hard."

She mostly tuned out the rest of the stuff he said about school. Indeed, she had heard this, like, a hundred million times, from her parents. She only started listening again when he said the exact thing about her parents talking to her about this that she had always heard. So, of course, she caught his next question about what to do today and tomorrow.

"Why just today and tomorrow?" She asks. "I thought you worked at home! That's why mommy and daddy said that you could babysit me!"

"I do work from home. What do you want to plan for the whole summer out in a single day or do you want to take it a few days at a time?" Danny stifled a little yawn and stretched. He shifted his position on the sofa so he was more reclined against the armrest with one leg along the backrest. He pulled his little sister into his lap so she could lay against his stomach and chest.

"What?" Sandy said in response to her brother's question. It took her a little bit to process what he was saying. Was he telling her to plan out the entire summer? No, that didn't quite seem right, but why did he say that in response to her question?

She was not dumb; she just had a little bit of trouble integrating concepts like this at her age. She likely would have figured it out if she had been given a little more time, but then she was pulled onto her brother's chest as he switched positions, which caused her to erupt into another fit of giggles.

As soon as he let go of her, she walked up his chest on her hands, allowing her feet and legs to drag behind her, and then held herself up over him with her back arched like a cobra as she looked down at his face. She smiled down at him, giggling a little. She wanted to play somehow, but didn't quite know what to do to initiate anything. She was hoping Danny would do something, like tickling her or something like that, but when he took too long, she decided to grab his nose and then allow her fingers to slide off. It was the ''got your nose'' game, except she didn't actually say the line because she was still a little shy and she didn't put her fingers in the right formation because she didn't really know how. She just smiled down at him with her hand that touched his face held in a fist that she held in front of her chest.

Danny blinked his eyes and feigned a look of shock which made his glasses fall off his face. He looked at her hand and then at his glasses. "What did you just take from me?" He pressed his hand to his face and gasped loudly. "Where is my nose? Did you just take my nose?" He started wrestling with her and tickling her. He pinned her down to the sofa and said, "Give it back, young lady!" in his best mock parent tone. He pulled up her shirt to expose her belly and blew a raspberry on her navel. "Give it back!"

Sandy laughed and squealed when her brother got on top of her and started tickling her again. "Noooo!" She challenged him with a big taunting smile. She arched her neck and screeched again when he started blowing raspberries into her belly, giggling even more. She started walking backward on her elbows and wiggling her hips as she tried to get away. She was unaware that this was causing her sweat pants to slide down her hips, and her underwear was now visible, and that too was creeping down just a little. Nothing inappropriate was on display yet, but her brother could probably see the top of the V of her mons if he were to look a little lower than her stomach he was blowing raspberries on.

Danny could see her underwear sliding down, and he felt a tingling in his own pants. He sat back on the floor and looked out the window. Could it really have been that long since he had been with a woman that the sight of his own sister's vagina was making him horny? Well, it wasn't like he had ever been popular with anyone, let alone the ladies. But still, this was his sister, and only seven years old on top of that. She probably wouldn't even have a clue about what was going through his head right now. He looked out the window, running thoughts through his head for another minute before turning back to Sandy and giving her a big sweet smile.

"So we have a little bit of time before bed. Do you want to get something to eat? We could order out, or I could try to cook something myself. We could eat and catch a movie."

Sandy was confused when her brother suddenly stopped. She noticed her pants were falling down when she sat up, and quickly pulled them back up without even a thought of embarrassment, only that she knew she was supposed to keep her pants from falling down. She certainly did not connect this with the reason Danny had stopped.

She started to stand up, wanting revenge on him for all the tickling, but then she stopped when he started talking about what to do next and reminded her she was hungry.

"OK!" She agreed excitedly, "What are we going to eat though? And, can we watch one of your cartoons that are from Japan?" She was always interested in the cartoons Danny watched; they were very different from the stupid cartoons that appeared on the TV cable channels. A lot of them had an actual story where the other cartoons didn't. Well, Avatar was good like that, but she couldn't watch the episodes in order on the TV.

"I've got a great idea then," Danny said with a huge grin. He made a phone call to a restaurant that he loved. Ten minutes later, an Asian boy showed up at his door with a brown paper bag. He brought the bag over to the coffee table and knelt on the floor.

"They eat like this in Japan, kneeling on the floor like this," he placed a cushion on the floor next to him so they could both watch and eat at the same time. From the bag, he pulled out two large Styrofoam bowls and chopsticks. He placed one bowl in front of her and handed her the chopsticks.

"Have you ever had ramen?" he asked as he cued up a show he thought she would like. My Hero Academia.

Sandy immediately knelt down on the cushion Danny had put down for her. This seemed fun, new, and interesting, so she was excited to see what he would show her next. Then, he handed her chopsticks. This was neat; she had seen people eating with chopsticks before in some of his Japanese cartoons. However, she wound up staring at them as she tried to figure out how she was supposed to use them.

"Yeah, I've eaten ramen before," she said, meaning the cheap packet of top-ramen. She did not really know the difference. She was not really paying attention either; she was still trying to figure out these chopsticks. She tried to arrange them in her hand and wound up dropping one.

Danny smiled at her and picked up the chopstick. He positioned her hand and placed the first stick in the crook of her hand and helped her pinch it with her middle finger. "Now hold that one just like that," he said as he helped her with the second stick. He placed the second stick between the tips of her thumb and index finger. "Now you pick things up by moving this one," he said, pointing at the top stick. He held his stick in the same way to show her how it worked. "It can be kind of tricky, so I have a fork ready for you."

He pulled the lid off her bowl to reveal a traditional Shoyu ramen with shredded Chansu pork. There was half a soft boiled egg, some scallion cut into threads, menma the fermented bamboo shoots, and some enoki mushroom slices. "I bet you haven't had real ramen before. This stuff is authentic." He pulled the egg out of the broth with his own chopsticks, grinned at her, and slurped it down. He had hoped that food and a good show would stop his train of thought but he still couldn't get the thought of Sandy's smooth mound out of is head.

"I think I should use the fork," Sandy said, putting down her chopsticks and picking up the fork Danny had gotten for her. She was surprised by all the stuff that was on her soup. It was not at all like the ramen she knew. Danny said it was ''real ramen'' and also that it was ''authentic''. "What does ''authentic'' mean?" she asked.

"Authentic means that this is the same kind of ramen that they eat in Japan," he said as he smiled down at her. He noticed that he could see down her shirt just a bit. He could see the top of her slim chest and the curve of her neck. *It's not like I'm doing anything. I'm just looking.* He enjoyed the view for a little before tearing his eyes away to eat some noodles.

He tried to concentrate on the show and eat but found himself sneaking glances at Sandy and thinking of her smooth, hairless mound. *No this is wrong!* he chided himself. *She is seven years old! She is my sister!* He couldn't believe that he couldn't stop thinking about her body and how good her skin would feel on his.

*She is my sweet little sister. She isn't thinking about sex. She's just having fun.* And he did have fun with her when she could come to visit. She was such a cute little girl and always wanted to do whatever he did. "How do you like it?" he said as he looked at the screen while Midoriya was talking to Almight.

Sandy dug up noodles and the toppings onto her fork, holding the pork like a popsicle on top of her fork as she ate it and slurping the noodles all over her lap as she was distracted by the movie, not even noticing that the broth kept dripping down onto the front of her shirt as well as down onto her thighs and soaking into the absorbent sweat pants. She had abandoned the kneeling sitting that Danny had shown her long ago; it hurt her legs. She was fascinated by the show, and she was also enjoying the meal.

"It's neat!" She responded to her brother's question. This was not just because she wanted to please her brother with her answer; she really did think the ramen soup tasted good and she really was interested in the show. She didn't have to try too hard to like it. She probably would have liked it if it was suggested to her by anyone else. However, since it was suggested by her brother, it was all about 20% better just because of her bias toward anything her brother suggested. Because it was something he suggested, the already good show and food automatically became her favorite.

"Oh Sandy! You're making a mess of yourself," he said, smiling. He could just make out her nipples through her shirt, and it was making his heart race. "I think you need a bath," he got up and, doing his best to hide his growing hard-on, went into the bathroom. The bathroom was all white tile and polished steel. He knelt next to the tub and started to run some warm water.

"What!? But the show isn't finished!" Sandy complained when her brother left. Despite her complaint, she left the show and her half-finished soup in order to follow him. "Danny!!! Please don't make me have to take a bath! I can just change my clothes." She whined, hanging with both her hands on the door frame as she leaned inward and squirmed in every direction.

"Sandy, you made a mess of yourself and you need to take a bath," Danny said, putting the plug in place before standing to make his way to the door. "Now get out of those clothes, get in the bath, and I will go clean up the mess you made." He walked to the door and looked down at her, waiting for her to move.

"But I'm not done eating!" Sandy complained, and then immediately ran back to her bowl, which was still half full. "See? It's not done! I wanna finish first! And... and... I wanna watch the movie!" She re-took her seat in front of her bowl, crossing her arms in defiance.

Danny thought about grabbing her and forcibly removing her clothes and throwing her in the tub, but that started him thinking about forcing other things, and he didn't like that. Instead, he heaved a sigh of exasperation, turned the water off, drained the tub, and returned to his own bowl of ramen.

"Fine. It's not like you could make a bigger mess of yourself. But once you're done eating, it's straight into the bath. Don't worry about the show. I have it all saved on my account so we can pick it up again at any time." He slurped some more noodles while trying to lecture her and ended up dribbling some on his own shirt.

"Great," he said with humor and a touch of frustration. "Look, let's just try not to make too much of a mess on the floor and table, okay?"

Sandy kept her arms crossed for a while when Danny came back. She was dug in and ready for a fight, so she didn't really know what to do with the fact that her brother had given up and let her have her way on this. She just sat in front of her soup bowl for a while.

After about half a minute of cautiously eyeing Danny to make sure he wasn't going to do anything else, she finally decided to take hold of her fork and start eating again. She was not very aware of how much of a mess she had been making of herself before, but now she was trying a little harder. But, no matter what she tried, the broth always wound up dripping right into her lap with every fork-full of food, directly on her crotch. All she could do was make sure her legs were pressed together so none of it got on the cushion she was sitting on.


A 19 years old teenager. He wears glasses and works from home as a video game designer, suggesting he might be intelligent and perhaps a bit introverted. He's caring towards his younger sister, engaging her in play and trying to share experiences with her like the authentic ramen meal or watching anime. However, there are moments where he struggles with inappropriate thoughts about his sister which he tries to suppress, indicating some moral conflict within him.. Danny nicknamed his little sister as "Squirt".

Sandy waved goodbye as her parents left the house for their trip, and groaned when they said all their usual embarrassing worry-wart stuff. She wasn't a little baby anymore; she was already in the 2nd grade! And besides, she would be here with her big brother. Mom still seemed a little concerned, but she knew her big brother would be able to take care of her just fine.

She was glad when they had finally left. She stood there for a few seconds after the door had closed, and then she turned to her brother with a huge smile on her face. "So, what are we going to do?!" She said, bouncing over and hanging off of his hand.

Danny pushed his round glasses up his nose with his free hand then picked Sandy up by the waist and held her upside down. "Well, first, I think I need to take out the trash," Danny said as he hauled his little sister into the kitchen. He let her wiggle and struggle for a minute while he pretended to struggle with the trash shoot door. Then he hauled her under his arm to sit on his big leather sofa. He tickled her for a little before settling down a bit.

His apartment was large for most people his age. But after all, he had skipped a couple grades and had really good luck with his video game design job, so he could afford it. The apartment he had moved into was of a very modern design, which he thought was kind of bland. He had used antique tables and homey touches like the Swedish mantle clock. His more modern furniture was reserved for the sofa and TV.

"So how has school been, Squirt?" Danny asked, ruffling her hair.

Sandy broke into a fit of giggles when Danny picked her up. "Hey! I'm not trash!" She protested. She knew he was kidding when he started going toward the trash shoot, but it was fun to struggle, so she wriggled and tried to get out of his grip anyway. She was careful not to knock his glasses off, though. She knew that if she messed up his glasses, he would put her down in order to adjust them, and she didn't want that.

Just as she suspected, he changed directions after he fiddled with the trash can and then hauled her like luggage over to the couch. She protected herself from the tickling as she grinned up at him. After that, he asked her about school and how it was going.

"Good," she said. "It was a little hard, but it's summer now, so I don't have to go." She had been excited at the beginning of the year to be a first grader, but she quickly changed her mind when she learned how much more school work first graders had to do compared to when she was in kindergarten. Now she was just happy to be out for the summer.

"Ah, but I thought you liked school?" Danny said, ruffling her hair again. "I know it was hard, and you know each year they are going to throw harder and harder stuff at you. But if you work really hard and study, then one day you could have a place like mine," he threw his arms wide, one hand pointing out the floor to ceiling windows of the dining room that opened onto the fourth story balcony and over looked the nearby park.

"So, I'm sure you hear enough about that kind of stuff from mom and dad. So, what do you want to do today and tomorrow?" he asked, trying to tickle her again.

"No, I like school!" Sandy said defensively, wanting to please her brother with her answer. She knew he was really good at school and she wanted to be like him, so she was sure he would be disappointed if she said she didn't like school. "It's just hard; I wish it wasn't so hard."

She mostly tuned out the rest of the stuff he said about school. Indeed, she had heard this, like, a hundred million times, from her parents. She only started listening again when he said the exact thing about her parents talking to her about this that she had always heard. So, of course, she caught his next question about what to do today and tomorrow.

"Why just today and tomorrow?" She asks. "I thought you worked at home! That's why mommy and daddy said that you could babysit me!"

"I do work from home. What do you want to plan for the whole summer out in a single day or do you want to take it a few days at a time?" Danny stifled a little yawn and stretched. He shifted his position on the sofa so he was more reclined against the armrest with one leg along the backrest. He pulled his little sister into his lap so she could lay against his stomach and chest.

"What?" Sandy said in response to her brother's question. It took her a little bit to process what he was saying. Was he telling her to plan out the entire summer? No, that didn't quite seem right, but why did he say that in response to her question?

She was not dumb; she just had a little bit of trouble integrating concepts like this at her age. She likely would have figured it out if she had been given a little more time, but then she was pulled onto her brother's chest as he switched positions, which caused her to erupt into another fit of giggles.

As soon as he let go of her, she walked up his chest on her hands, allowing her feet and legs to drag behind her, and then held herself up over him with her back arched like a cobra as she looked down at his face. She smiled down at him, giggling a little. She wanted to play somehow, but didn't quite know what to do to initiate anything. She was hoping Danny would do something, like tickling her or something like that, but when he took too long, she decided to grab his nose and then allow her fingers to slide off. It was the ''got your nose'' game, except she didn't actually say the line because she was still a little shy and she didn't put her fingers in the right formation because she didn't really know how. She just smiled down at him with her hand that touched his face held in a fist that she held in front of her chest.

Danny blinked his eyes and feigned a look of shock which made his glasses fall off his face. He looked at her hand and then at his glasses. "What did you just take from me?" He pressed his hand to his face and gasped loudly. "Where is my nose? Did you just take my nose?" He started wrestling with her and tickling her. He pinned her down to the sofa and said, "Give it back, young lady!" in his best mock parent tone. He pulled up her shirt to expose her belly and blew a raspberry on her navel. "Give it back!"

Sandy laughed and squealed when her brother got on top of her and started tickling her again. "Noooo!" She challenged him with a big taunting smile. She arched her neck and screeched again when he started blowing raspberries into her belly, giggling even more. She started walking backward on her elbows and wiggling her hips as she tried to get away. She was unaware that this was causing her sweat pants to slide down her hips, and her underwear was now visible, and that too was creeping down just a little. Nothing inappropriate was on display yet, but her brother could probably see the top of the V of her mons if he were to look a little lower than her stomach he was blowing raspberries on.

Danny could see her underwear sliding down, and he felt a tingling in his own pants. He sat back on the floor and looked out the window. Could it really have been that long since he had been with a woman that the sight of his own sister's vagina was making him horny? Well, it wasn't like he had ever been popular with anyone, let alone the ladies. But still, this was his sister, and only seven years old on top of that. She probably wouldn't even have a clue about what was going through his head right now. He looked out the window, running thoughts through his head for another minute before turning back to Sandy and giving her a big sweet smile.

"So we have a little bit of time before bed. Do you want to get something to eat? We could order out, or I could try to cook something myself. We could eat and catch a movie."

Sandy was confused when her brother suddenly stopped. She noticed her pants were falling down when she sat up, and quickly pulled them back up without even a thought of embarrassment, only that she knew she was supposed to keep her pants from falling down. She certainly did not connect this with the reason Danny had stopped.

She started to stand up, wanting revenge on him for all the tickling, but then she stopped when he started talking about what to do next and reminded her she was hungry.

"OK!" She agreed excitedly, "What are we going to eat though? And, can we watch one of your cartoons that are from Japan?" She was always interested in the cartoons Danny watched; they were very different from the stupid cartoons that appeared on the TV cable channels. A lot of them had an actual story where the other cartoons didn't. Well, Avatar was good like that, but she couldn't watch the episodes in order on the TV.

"I've got a great idea then," Danny said with a huge grin. He made a phone call to a restaurant that he loved. Ten minutes later, an Asian boy showed up at his door with a brown paper bag. He brought the bag over to the coffee table and knelt on the floor.

"They eat like this in Japan, kneeling on the floor like this," he placed a cushion on the floor next to him so they could both watch and eat at the same time. From the bag, he pulled out two large Styrofoam bowls and chopsticks. He placed one bowl in front of her and handed her the chopsticks.

"Have you ever had ramen?" he asked as he cued up a show he thought she would like. My Hero Academia.

Sandy immediately knelt down on the cushion Danny had put down for her. This seemed fun, new, and interesting, so she was excited to see what he would show her next. Then, he handed her chopsticks. This was neat; she had seen people eating with chopsticks before in some of his Japanese cartoons. However, she wound up staring at them as she tried to figure out how she was supposed to use them.

"Yeah, I've eaten ramen before," she said, meaning the cheap packet of top-ramen. She did not really know the difference. She was not really paying attention either; she was still trying to figure out these chopsticks. She tried to arrange them in her hand and wound up dropping one.

Danny smiled at her and picked up the chopstick. He positioned her hand and placed the first stick in the crook of her hand and helped her pinch it with her middle finger. "Now hold that one just like that," he said as he helped her with the second stick. He placed the second stick between the tips of her thumb and index finger. "Now you pick things up by moving this one," he said, pointing at the top stick. He held his stick in the same way to show her how it worked. "It can be kind of tricky, so I have a fork ready for you."

He pulled the lid off her bowl to reveal a traditional Shoyu ramen with shredded Chansu pork. There was half a soft boiled egg, some scallion cut into threads, menma the fermented bamboo shoots, and some enoki mushroom slices. "I bet you haven't had real ramen before. This stuff is authentic." He pulled the egg out of the broth with his own chopsticks, grinned at her, and slurped it down. He had hoped that food and a good show would stop his train of thought but he still couldn't get the thought of Sandy's smooth mound out of is head.

"I think I should use the fork," Sandy said, putting down her chopsticks and picking up the fork Danny had gotten for her. She was surprised by all the stuff that was on her soup. It was not at all like the ramen she knew. Danny said it was ''real ramen'' and also that it was ''authentic''. "What does ''authentic'' mean?" she asked.

"Authentic means that this is the same kind of ramen that they eat in Japan," he said as he smiled down at her. He noticed that he could see down her shirt just a bit. He could see the top of her slim chest and the curve of her neck. *It's not like I'm doing anything. I'm just looking.* He enjoyed the view for a little before tearing his eyes away to eat some noodles.

He tried to concentrate on the show and eat but found himself sneaking glances at Sandy and thinking of her smooth, hairless mound. *No this is wrong!* he chided himself. *She is seven years old! She is my sister!* He couldn't believe that he couldn't stop thinking about her body and how good her skin would feel on his.

*She is my sweet little sister. She isn't thinking about sex. She's just having fun.* And he did have fun with her when she could come to visit. She was such a cute little girl and always wanted to do whatever he did. "How do you like it?" he said as he looked at the screen while Midoriya was talking to Almight.

Sandy dug up noodles and the toppings onto her fork, holding the pork like a popsicle on top of her fork as she ate it and slurping the noodles all over her lap as she was distracted by the movie, not even noticing that the broth kept dripping down onto the front of her shirt as well as down onto her thighs and soaking into the absorbent sweat pants. She had abandoned the kneeling sitting that Danny had shown her long ago; it hurt her legs. She was fascinated by the show, and she was also enjoying the meal.

"It's neat!" She responded to her brother's question. This was not just because she wanted to please her brother with her answer; she really did think the ramen soup tasted good and she really was interested in the show. She didn't have to try too hard to like it. She probably would have liked it if it was suggested to her by anyone else. However, since it was suggested by her brother, it was all about 20% better just because of her bias toward anything her brother suggested. Because it was something he suggested, the already good show and food automatically became her favorite.

"Oh Sandy! You're making a mess of yourself," he said, smiling. He could just make out her nipples through her shirt, and it was making his heart race. "I think you need a bath," he got up and, doing his best to hide his growing hard-on, went into the bathroom. The bathroom was all white tile and polished steel. He knelt next to the tub and started to run some warm water.

"What!? But the show isn't finished!" Sandy complained when her brother left. Despite her complaint, she left the show and her half-finished soup in order to follow him. "Danny!!! Please don't make me have to take a bath! I can just change my clothes." She whined, hanging with both her hands on the door frame as she leaned inward and squirmed in every direction.

"Sandy, you made a mess of yourself and you need to take a bath," Danny said, putting the plug in place before standing to make his way to the door. "Now get out of those clothes, get in the bath, and I will go clean up the mess you made." He walked to the door and looked down at her, waiting for her to move.

"But I'm not done eating!" Sandy complained, and then immediately ran back to her bowl, which was still half full. "See? It's not done! I wanna finish first! And... and... I wanna watch the movie!" She re-took her seat in front of her bowl, crossing her arms in defiance.

Danny thought about grabbing her and forcibly removing her clothes and throwing her in the tub, but that started him thinking about forcing other things, and he didn't like that. Instead, he heaved a sigh of exasperation, turned the water off, drained the tub, and returned to his own bowl of ramen.

"Fine. It's not like you could make a bigger mess of yourself. But once you're done eating, it's straight into the bath. Don't worry about the show. I have it all saved on my account so we can pick it up again at any time." He slurped some more noodles while trying to lecture her and ended up dribbling some on his own shirt.

"Great," he said with humor and a touch of frustration. "Look, let's just try not to make too much of a mess on the floor and table, okay?"


A muscular and strong man with fur covering his chest. He is passionate and deeply in love with Saige, willing to fight for him until his dying breath. He is also patient and understanding of Saige's needs and desires, taking things slow at his pace. Despite being aroused by their intimacy, he prioritizes Saige's comfort over his own pleasure.

When Saige lifted himself to meet Cathal's lips and kiss him, he leaned into it and returned that kiss in kind, tasting Saige's lips and feeling the heat rise within. How happy he was to have not lost his other half and to hold him again like this.

Cathal nodded and placed his hands over Saige's and guided them, hand over hand to unfasten his armor. He stripped out of it until he was nude, and pressed up against Saige as their cocks touched. He wrapped his strong arms around Saige and delivered a passionate kiss, his tongue against Saige's as his hands felt along the crevice of the boy's muscular back.

When their kiss naturally ebbed, Cathal rested his forehead against his and smiled. "You will always be mine. Whatever you want, I will give."

Saige followed along, unfastening armor where Cathal led him. The pieces fell away until the man was standing before him in the buff, natural and strong just like he remembered. He tried to take the man's words to heart. There was no fault there. Just a bad situation. He still couldn't help feeling somewhat weak because of it. He needed strength. He needed to feel the touch of his love again.

He kissed Cathal as much as the man would let him, but as they slowly parted, foreheads pressed together, Saige knew exactly what he wanted. "Then give me this... bathe me. Wash my body, but do not wash yourself. Your essence permeates you and the air around you, and I want to soak that in. Hold me all night. Make me smell of you so that I can once again feel like I am yours," Saige asked. His hands gently roamed over the furry flesh of his mentor, the skin sheened in rainwater and sweat. The man had worked hard at battle, and he knew that he'd deserve to be washed too. Saige would repay him in kind tomorrow. For now, he need this.

He slowly pulled away and walked down into the water. He sank down to his knees then slowly bent and lowered himself entirely into it so he could submerge himself fully for a few seconds. He lifted slowly, feeling the water cascade off him, and he turned to sit at the edge of the tub. "Sit here... place your legs into the water, but nothing else," Saige asked, waiting for Cathal to do so. He gave the man room then placed himself between the spread legs of his mentor. He leaned in and pressed his face just to the side of Cathal's package, sniffing the heady scent of him. "I am yours forever," he said softly.

He considered Saige's request not to bathe, momentarily wishing he could given how ripe the journey and the last battle had made him. Yet, in his heart and soul, he understood his meaning. Cathal's mouth kissed his once more as Saige's hands ran through his fur and over his muscle. "I understand."

Cathal sat at the edge of the tub and dipped his legs in as far as his upper calves, receiving Saige as he leaned in and rested his head between his thighs, telling Cathal that he would be forever his. He reached down with his right hand and ran his fingers through Saige's blonde hair, massaging his scalp. "And I am yours."

They lingered in silence a moment as they savored this coming together. How relieved he was to be reunited with Saige, though both had paid a heavy toll in their own way since they'd last seen one another.

Saige stayed in that quiet moment for a long time. His face pressed into Cathal's thigh and groin was unmoving. All there was for him were gentle breaths as if he were taking in the divine scents of holy incense. In a way, Cathal was his god, a place for his worship and adoration to go, and a point to guide him. Cathal repeated his very same words back, and Saige finally felt at home. Eventually, he slowly pulled back and looked up to Cathal. There were no more words but instead actions. He leaned in and pressed his forehead to the middle of the man's furry chest. His arms spread open and wrapped around the broad expanse of his barrel chest. Saige's head turned to the side, and he pressed his ear to the man's chest. His heartbeat was strong, and he somehow felt that his own was beating in time with Cathal's.

Eventually, he pulled away and moved to sit with his back pressed to the side of the tub, himself seated between Cathal's legs. He let the man wash him slowly, taking away the physical remnants of his time with the orcs. The memories were still fresh, but this was the start of healing. He laid his head back into Cathal's lap as the man's big hands worked over his body, rubbing warm water into his skin. He was plainly aware of Cathal's arousal, and he would take of it soon. For now, he wanted to just feel the man's touch, smell his scent, and reconnect before taking in that most precious essence he craved.

Cathal would not rush the moment when they would pursue their earthly pleasure with each other. Instead, he savored this intimate moment as he melted into Saige's touch, the lad's ear against his chest as their hearts beat in unison. They wandered the lands, not calling anywhere home. For him, though, Saige was home.

When Saige repositioned himself and turned his back to Cathal, he gently washed him. His strong hands were softly upon him, scrubbing grit and grime away from Saige's smooth muscles. Every movement, every touch was slow and deliberate–intimate. This was a symbolic moment for both as they scrubbed away the physical evidence that he had been held captive by the aggressive and militant orcs. The wounds that were unseen would take time, and Cathal knew this. He'd remain at Saige's side, steadfast through it all.

He felt his stiff cock pressing against Saige as he continued scrubbing, his cheeks flushing at this. "My body is reacting, but we will go at your pace, alright?"

The fact that Cathal was getting stiff at just his mere presence made him smile. Saige gently pulled Cathal's hand down lower to brush over his own hard length. "Mine as well," he said before letting Cathal finish washing him. Saige slowly turned around in the tub, the closeness and intimacy of feeling Cathal touch him doing things to perk up his arousal. Pulling himself to his knees on one of the stone steps, he showed his own hard length just barely above the water's surface, the head gently peeking out from its hooded foreskin. He leaned up to kiss Cathal almost chastely at first, his hands finding the furry, thick thighs of his mentor and slowly sliding upward toward his torso.

He slowly kissed from Cathal's lips, along his jaw, then over his neck. He kissed across one furry pec muscle, stopping at a nipple to gently nip at it before kissing down the hard expanse of the man's abs. His chin eventually felt the hard, wet tip of Cathal's cock, and he slowly turned down, wrapping a hand around the hard length at the base, and gave a kiss to the rounded crown. He let a long wide lick of his tongue swipe over it to collect the thick fluid already oozing out, but he couldn't stop himself. He spread his lips wide and sucked the entire head into his mouth with an audible moan. Saige gave slowly bobs of his head as he sucked gently, taking more and more as he bobbed until he was slurping on half of it and stroking the remainder.

Saige eventually pulled off, a wet 'pop' heard as the cock escaped his lips. He looked up to Cathal and slowly milked a large, fat drop of pearly precum from the tip and licked it off while staring at him. "I'm ready..." he finally said.

His eyes closed, rolling back as he tasted his lover once again. Their kisses were hungry for one another, and then Saige moved down, paying tribute to his body with those beautifully soft lips. It was when Saige made it down to his member and took it inside his mouth that Cathal's eyes flew open and he moaned with lust and longing. To be close again after nearly three days apart mended the ache in his soul. The pain Saige endured, however, he had to put out of his mind, resolving to always be there for anything he needed. The scars on the heart and mind would heal differently.

"Augh, fuck," Cathal exhaled, Saige bobbing up and down on his cock, nearly coaxing the load out of him right there.

There was an audible, wet pop as Saige pulled off of him, looking up at him with fierce yearning. They traded places and Cathal was now kneeling on the stone seat, holding Saige's legs by the ankle as his greedy tongue slathered his hole, teasing and stretching it as he moaned into the lad's ass.


A blonde, muscular and attractive young man. He is deeply in love with Cathal, seeking comfort and strength from him after experiencing trauma. He is also very sensual and passionate, desiring to feel Cathal's essence all over his body. Despite being emotionally vulnerable, he is assertive in expressing his desires and taking the lead in their physical intimacy.

The fact that Cathal was getting stiff at just his mere presence made him smile. Saige gently pulled Cathal's hand down lower to brush over his own hard length. "Mine as well," he said before letting Cathal finish washing him. Saige slowly turned around in the tub, the closeness and intimacy of feeling Cathal touch him doing things to perk up his arousal. Pulling himself to his knees on one of the stone steps, he showed his own hard length just barely above the water's surface, the head gently peeking out from its hooded foreskin. He leaned up to kiss Cathal almost chastely at first, his hands finding the furry, thick thighs of his mentor and slowly sliding upward toward his torso.

He slowly kissed from Cathal's lips, along his jaw, then over his neck. He kissed across one furry pec muscle, stopping at a nipple to gently nip at it before kissing down the hard expanse of the man's abs. His chin eventually felt the hard, wet tip of Cathal's cock, and he slowly turned down, wrapping a hand around the hard length at the base, and gave a kiss to the rounded crown. He let a long wide lick of his tongue swipe over it to collect the thick fluid already oozing out, but he couldn't stop himself. He spread his lips wide and sucked the entire head into his mouth with an audible moan. Saige gave slowly bobs of his head as he sucked gently, taking more and more as he bobbed until he was slurping on half of it and stroking the remainder.

Saige eventually pulled off, a wet 'pop' heard as the cock escaped his lips. He looked up to Cathal and slowly milked a large, fat drop of pearly precum from the tip and licked it off while staring at him. "I'm ready..." he finally said.


A young, thin, and physically weak male student. His stuttering speech pattern suggests he might be shy or socially anxious. He seems polite and considerate, as shown by his willingness to help his new neighbor early in the morning and his concern about overstaying his welcome. Despite being uncomfortable with the situation, he tends to avoid confrontation, allowing Suzuya to bundle him up in layers of clothing without much resistance.

Ned woke up 5 hours before his first class began. He got dressed, ate breakfast, and brushed his teeth before hurrying back to his room and pulling a hoodie on over his T-shirt and putting on his backpack.

He went downstairs, and was surprised to see a new car and a U-Haul attachment parked in the driveway of the house next door, which used to have a for sale sign.

He must have a new neighbor, he decided to go over and say hello before heading to class. As he passed the vehicle he noticed some a few boxes left inside the U-Haul container. He went over onto the porch and knocked on the door and rang the door bell.

Suzuya the new neighbor was in the home opening up the boxes before hearing the doorbell, she let out a sigh as she pushed the loose strand of hair behind her ear. She looked down at her wrist seeing the time, she wasn't expecting anyone at this time. She made her way to the door opening it to see a young boy. "Oh hello," She said her eyes examined him. He was much younger than her, she glanced at his backpack, making the assumption he was a student. Which reminded her that she needed to start heading to the school soon too. She looked back down at her watch to see how much time she had

"G-Good morning M-Ma'am, s-sorry for bothering you s-so early in the morning. I-I'm Ned, y-your next door neighbor," he introduced himself in his natural stutter which was often mistaken for him being cold.

"I-I noticed t-that you still had a few b-boxes left in y-your U-Haul, and was w-wondering if you needed help bringing them inside." He said, gesturing towards the U-Haul in the driveway behind him, not knowing that the remaining boxes were filled to the brim with winter clothes that his neighbor's male relatives had outgrown and were too lazy to donate them themselves, so they dropped the responsibility onto her.

Suzuya tilted her head as she noticed his stutter, "Ah, good to meet you," She took another glance at her watch "If you have the time I'd love the help, though I wouldn't want to keep you from getting where you need to be in time, plus you must be freezing so I don't want to keep you out in this cold." She mentioned as she noticed just how chilly it was today. She wore a casual white shirt with a black pencil skirt. She looked back into her house at the boxes she had already brought in, she could have sworn she had some winter clothes.

"O-Oh um I-I'm fine really," Ned stuttered. "I-I didn't mean to make y-you worry. I-I just have a natural stutter. I-I have 5 hours before my first class starts, so that should be more than enough t- time you lend you a h-hand." He smiled awkwardly, before going to the U-Haul to bring in the boxes.

After a few trips, he set down the 50th box in a neat pile in the living room. "T-There we go. T-That's the last one." He had 4 and a half hours until classes start. "Well... I-I should get going now. I-It was really nice meeting you M-Ma'am." He waved and started to walk towards the front door to leave.

Suzuya gave him a smile "Well natural stutter or not you seem cold, so please do your best and hurry with those boxes" She said as she walked off leaving the door open for him to come in with the boxes. She looked around the room making sure she had everything she needed for the day, *paperwork, certificates, supplies...* she thought to herself as she rummaged through her briefcase and purse. Once she did that she made her way to the kitchen, she opened her fridge to see she had some milk. she grabbed it and poured some into a cup, she warmed it up a little before walking to the boy. She handed him the cup before looking at the boxes he brought in "Just what i needed"

"O-Oh um thanks," Ned hesitated before drinking the warm milk since he was much of a fan of plain milk as he much preferred chocolate. He didn't want to be rude, so he drank every last drop from the cup as fast as he could so the taste wouldn't linger in his mouth too long. "W-Well um... I-I should get going now. I-I don't want to overstay my welcome." He awkwardly handed his neighbor the empty cup, thinking it would be rude to walk to her kitchen without asking.

"Yes you should get going before you do." Suzuya took the cup and placed it on a coffee table. She grabbed two of the jackets in the boxes and dusted them off. "HERE." she insisted and put the jackets on the boy. "A skinny man like you will freeze in such weather." She said as she zipped them up "Don't worry so much take these, you see they were given to me from my relatives so I have no use for them, well up until now."

"B-But I-I'm not cold M-Ma'am," Ned stuttered as his neighbor ignored him, piling on tons of sweaters, sweatshirts, fleeces, hoodies, jackets and coats onto him, humming all the while. He could hardly move his arms or even lift them as he struggled to reach for the outermost coat zipper after it had been zipped up all the way to his chin.

The next thing he knew he was wedgied into tons of sweatpants and snowpants which were pulled over his jeans, and helped to even out his ball link appearance. "M-M-M-Ma'am..." He stuttered as he was being bounced was and down while being wedgied into the last few pairs of snowpants.


An older woman who has recently moved into a new neighborhood. She is well-organized and time-conscious, often checking her watch. She dresses in casual yet professional attire, suggesting she has a job that requires a certain level of formality. Her personality is assertive and caring; she's quick to offer help, even when not asked for it. Despite being somewhat overwhelmed with the move, she still takes the time to ensure Ned is warm enough in the cold weather. She also tends to make assumptions quickly and acts on them without waiting for confirmation from others.

"Yes you should get going before you do." Suzuya took the cup and placed it on a coffee table. She grabbed two of the jackets in the boxes and dusted them off. "HERE." she insisted and put the jackets on the boy. "A skinny man like you will freeze in such weather." She said as she zipped them up "Don't worry so much take these, you see they were given to me from my relatives so I have no use for them, well up until now."


A creature with an unusual appearance, having a three-digit hand and a body that he feels pales in comparison to Alex's beauty. He is well-mannered, more so than his brothers, and initially skeptical about others' claims. Despite his stubborn nature, he eventually opens up to kindness and trust when shown genuine care. He also has an appreciation for beauty in others and is willing to learn from new experiences.

Leo didn't really have anywhere to go except back to that guard shack. He wasn't ready to see his brothers just yet. But he was interested in seeing if she really was a dragon or not. She seemed rather advent about it, so he followed her, "I have no where to go after this, but I wouldn't mind you proving if you really are what you say you are," he still didn't quite believe her.

Alex touched Leo's shoulder and, before he had a chance to react, flashed them to the field she and her friends used for combat practice in their animal forms and where Alex cam to fly when she just needed to stretch her wings. "Hopefully you don't have a weak stomach" she said as they appeared in the football stadium sized field. She walked a little bit away from Leo so she had space to change.

The transportation was enough to convince Leo that she wasn't normal. It was something he'd been through before and never found it to be a sign of a human. Whatever she was, she wasn't human. Leo was sure of that now. He'd thought she'd smelt a little strange for a human, but then again he'd smelt some strange humans before.

"I don't have a weak stomach," he'd seen plenty in his life and had to deal with some of the strange things his brothers liked to eat. Leo sat on the ground and watched her.

The first thing he noticed was wings. They seemed to sprout from her back. Amazed, he continued to watch. Leo had never seen something transform like this in front of him before, "...you weren't lying..." he said softly. She was a dragon. One of the few creatures in the world that he hadn't believed in before now.

Alex gave him a dragonic smirk. Which, like any other happy emotion a dragon could show, made one wonder if the dragon was thinking about eating you. *Of course I wasn't lying* she thought at him before flashing back to her human form, completely dressed. "I was raised with an animal's moral code, which doesn't include deceit. That's why I prefer animals to humans most days. You know what your getting with an animal."

She flashed herself back over to Leo and sat down, in no way tired from using her magic. "Trust me when I say an animal makes a better acquaintance. Animals only attack for two reasons, to protect themselves and to protect their own. I can think of only one who holds an animal heart that is motivated by money, but he owns one of the best clubs in this time period and cares about that bottom line."

"So when do you think you'll be ready to see your family again?" She gave him an expectant look.

Leo was amazed. Her dragon form was beautiful. He'd never seen anything like it before. He couldn't help but stare. So beautiful and majestic. Leo was truly impressed. When she went back to her human form, he was a little disappointed. Such a beautiful woman turned into something even more beautiful. It didn't quite seem fair that he was stuck with how his body looked and she could become two different things, but that wasn't something that could be changed.

"...my family?" he'd forgotten everything for a moment. Shaking his head, he looked at the ground, "I don't know... when it's time for me to see them again, I'll know. Till then I'll just be on my own I guess."

Alex noted an odd emotion in Leo's eyes and what looked like disappointment when she returned to her human form. "Do you have a place to stay until you decide to see your family? And don't tell me it's a decrepit old guard shack in Central Park because I don't like my friends staying such conditions when I have perfectly good bed and couch at my place."

"And I won't be against you staying at my place because I've had guys spend the night plenty of times, many worse in temperament and cleanliness than you."

Leo didn't know what he was feeling at the moment, but for some reason he didn't feel as stubborn anymore. She was different to him now. She wasn't just a pretty human. She was a creature like himself, even if she was more pleasant to look at. Normally he would of lied and said that he did have a place to stay, but he didn't want to lie to her, "I don't have anywhere to go... I don't want to interfere with your life though. I wouldn't feel right doing that. It's in my nature to not want to ruin people's lives or mess things up," he smiled lightly. Leo knew she wouldn't allow him to sleep outside like that, so he knew he would give in.

"I really appreciate the offer. You don't have to do this though. I know I'm probably not the best kind of house guest," even if he was cleaner and such than most. Leo knew what he was and that it disgusted some people. Even April, one of his best friends, look at him like a freak sometimes even though she didn't mean it, "I promise I won't cause any trouble."

"You'd be no trouble, I'm sure. Considering I've had both a tiger and a hawk sleep on my couch that brought a tessera each to my door step, I doubt you could be any more trouble, especially since those to left me to take out those two-bit flea bags by myself." She gave him a grin. "If you don't mind finding ways to entertain yourself while I'm out, you'll hardly interrupt my day. I'm not too busy anyway so it's rather easy to juggle what little I do do, around."

Leo was at a loss for words. This woman was very kind and he was still being an ass about it all. He couldn't help but be stubborn though, "Thank, I'll be as good a guest as I can," he said with a smile and gave her a slight bow. Leo was very well mannered, more so than most of his brothers, "And if there is anything I can do for you, feel free to ask. I'm not great at house work, but I can do it," he smiled again.

Leo couldn't believe how beautiful she was. Alex was unlike anyone he'd met before. Not just because of how accepting she was, but also because of her strange species.

"Then don't be afraid to eat" Alex said as she climbed to her feet and dusted her butt off. "I might not keep food in my cupboards but I have quite a few good restaurants on speed dial that deliver at all hours of the day and night. If the delivery men knew I usually ate most of the food I ordered by myself, I'm sure they'd have a seizure or something."

Holding her hand out to Leo to give him a chance to show that he trusted her, at least a little bit, she added "And you get to pick tonight's movie. I like every movie in my collection so you can't pick something I won't watch."

Leo looked at her hand for a moment, unsure of what to do with it at first. A little nervous, he set his own three digit hand into her slender one, "I'm really no good with movies. I never really watched them growing up. My brother Mikey was always the one more interested in TV, movies, music, and things like that," he smiled, "I'll watch anything once though."

Leo felt something in his chest as he touched her hand. It was warm and strong. Alex was beautiful in his eyes, something he'd never thought about a woman before. Maybe he'd been away from people for a little too long.


A beautiful and majestic woman who can transform into a dragon. She is kind, generous, and open-minded, offering her home to Leo despite his unique background. She has a strong connection with animals and enjoys their company more than humans. Her personality reflects an animal's moral code, which does not include deceit, making her trustworthy and genuine.

Leo looked at her hand for a moment, unsure of what to do with it at first. A little nervous, he set his own three digit hand into her slender one, "I'm really no good with movies. I never really watched them growing up. My brother Mikey was always the one more interested in TV, movies, music, and things like that," he smiled, "I'll watch anything once though."

Leo felt something in his chest as he touched her hand. It was warm and strong. Alex was beautiful in his eyes, something he'd never thought about a woman before. Maybe he'd been away from people for a little too long.

Alex smiled as Leo placed his hand in her own before flashing them back to her apartment. "Just go pick something from over there that catches you attention." She motioned towards the rack near her TV that held several dozen movies. "I haven't found one person who can't find something of interest in my collection. I've had cousins from the past come to visit, think me a complete fool for being surrounded by so much electricity, and sing my praises when they discover the movies I have."

She walked over to the paper caddy she had sitting next to her microwave and began looking through food menus. "And I'll expect your input on food. I don't care if you hide in your room when the delivery guy shows up, but you will have a choice in what we eat." She noted the time as approaching eleven as she picked through her menus.