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It was like he was fresh off the factory line, once again. It happened often. Androids, even the Scanner series might get caught in combat with the Machines, and defeated. Body destroyed. Their mind restored from the Android database, and rebuilt. He technically wasn't the first of the 9S's, and likely would not be the last. When his bright white eyes opened again, he wasn't greeted with the familiar sight of his room in the YorHa satellite. He didn't feel the sturdy bed beneath his slender body. 9S instead, saw a blue sky, dotted by clouds, framed by a green canopy. A forest? It was such an unfamiliar forest too. Not like the forest around the Factory and the Crater. The trees were much smaller and seemed friendlier. Like they didn't need to be made out of sturdier stuff to survive in this world.

His bed was replaced with a blanket of green grass, twigs and weeds beneath him. With a reflexive, contemptuous groan, he sat up-right, and sprung to his feet. Wiping his back and rump free of any dirt clinging to his black clothings. His scanners picked up... nothing familiar at all. "Where am I? Is this even earth?" His information companion was gone. His offhand questions and out-loud musings wouldn't be answered by a helpful voice ever at his side. "This can't be Earth... No signs at all tell me this is... I can't contact anyone at YorHa? Comms aren't down, internals tell me so... I just can't make a connection. Like a phone dialing, but nobodies there to pick it up." He frowned. Standing around in the forest would do him no good. Off in the distance, there! He picked something up, a sign of life. Almost human, but not quite. He ran off towards it, no heed if it may be friend or foe. He came upon another person out in the woods. It looked to be a woman, and not quite human. How strange! 9S watched it from a distance for a while.

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When his blue eyes opened, Link saw a blue sky, dotted by clouds, framed by a green canopy. A forest. There wasn't much new there. It felt different however. The smell was... off. The chirp of birds once familiar to him felt foreign. For a moment, the Hero of Time considered that he'd been hit by a moblin so hard that his brain had shifted around. Still however, he just laid there and took a few breaths. If something had hit him, it was gone. And there was no point in jumping up and swinging his sword for no reason. It wasn't like anyone was watching him.

Finally he sat up and looked around. Yes, something wasn't right. It was a lush forest, but not his forest. For one thing, there was no music greeting him. There was always music... from when he woke up till he fell asleep. This place was... quiet. After a cursory glance around the small clearing, he stood and brushed off his more feminine curves to get the grass off his green tunic and shoes. He wore no pants to speak of, and only the short front and back of the shirt covered his bottom and front. He pushed a lock of blonde hair from his eyes and adjusted his green cap over pointed ears before making a decision on what to do in a strange land.

That was when he noticed another smell. It wasn't like the odd-smelling forest, but something wholly different. This had the odor of man-made things and artificial. Link had smelled similar odors from machines with cogs of iron and oil. This time it was no where near as powerful, or even quite the same. But still, it was there. He tentatively walked in the direction of the smell until he determined the origin was just beyond a few bushes and trees. Whatever it was, if it was sentient, it was watching him. Link didn't unsheathe his sword or even pull his shield over his shoulder, but kept his body at the ready. She believed he could arm himself before whatever it was lunged at him and closed the distance. Until then.. "Hello? Is something in there? Can you talk? I'm Link... and... I don't know where I am. Can you help me?" Of course if it was just a broken gizmo it wouldn't answer, but until then he thought he might as well stay on the safe side.

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The two heroes in an unfamiliar land met each other at last. 9S looked human, on the outside at least. Link couldn't see the androids eyes, with the black sash around it's eyes after all.

9S consulted his records before responding. Clearly not a human, was this other creature. Humans were all supposed to be on the moon, after all! No, this point-eared blonde was something different. Human records label this as a creature of fantasy. An Elf. Of course the truth was a little different. Link was a Hylian, not an Elf. "We've got common ground, stranger Link! I have no idea where I am either!" The effeminate young man declared, hands on his slender hips. He looked nice and sleek in his slim fitting black clothes. Almost like nobility. It was hard to tell if he was a man or a woman. Everything was rather androgynous about 9S.

"Right, you're not YorHa... I'm 9S, series 9 Scanner. If we're both lost, shall we try to fix it together? None of my records or scans have helped me figure out what this place is... Certainly not Earth." He said through a sly smile. He wasn't one to get down about a strange situation. It was his calling after all, to figure out problems like this! Besides, with a cute companion, it was sure to be a fun time! Ooh, but that made him think. He rubbed his slender chin in thought. Even with eyes obscured, Link could tell he was being thoroughly examined. _Cuter than 2B? Maybe, maybe... Hmmm. Interesting._

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Link's eyes perked up when he finally saw the... person? He smelled artificial, but certainly looked anything but. With the exception of the black fabric over his eyes, the young... boy? girl? Either way, even if he or she was an it, it was still talking and being very nice. It even looked nice. Link wasn't aware of his masculinity beginning to perk up between his legs at first. If it became any more pronounced however, both and 9S would know for sure! He smiled warmly and nodded.

"Pleasure to meet you, 9S. I'm not sure what a... Yor-Ha... is, but I'm a Hylian, from the Kokiri Forest. Not this one, though. This one is not quite what I'm used to." He looked around at the familiar, but still odd trees before turning back to 9S. The young person had a very cute face and a body that curved in just the right ways. As much as Link enjoyed the look of someone like the Princess, she was a bit too voluptuous for him. This 9S person, though... Hm.

"Can you tell me first, though... what is a.. 'scanner'? Is that like being a boy or a girl?" He stepped closer to the young one, feeling quite a bit more at ease with the person now that they'd been introduced. He gave the question in a way he hoped wouldn't offend. The last thing he wanted after making a friend in this strange world was to turn them away.

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"A scanner isn't another gender silly, it's a thing! You seem uncivilized. I wonder if some strange temporal mishap occurred. It's like you're from another time completely! So strange. No No, a scanner uh. It's my job. Its what I do. I observe things in great detail... that's my primary function." 9S got in closer. Very close. Making it a point that he was doing just that right now. Observing. "I see with more than just my eyes. I sense... oh how naughty you 'Hylian'" he said even doing air quotes around the word Hylian. "I've spent so much time around boring dull androids... No emotions and no fun. You're showing a fun emotion right now~" he said through a sly smile. He slid a slender smooth hand across the waist of Link's tunic.

Then he made a show of pulling away with a sneer. "You smell like a forest too. Like dirt and bark!" A teasing smile lighting up his artificially perfect skin.

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The words this young person used went far above Link's fair head. 'Uncivilized' and 'temporal mishap' were things that he either didn't bother trying to define for himself, or simply didn't bother wondering about at all. The Hylian was far more concerned at that time with the way 9S was suddenly becoming so flirty. Feeling the soft hand at his waist, so close to his hardening manhood, was plenty to arouse him greatly. Link suddenly shoved his hands down over the front of his tunic just to keep himself from popping up right there in front of the new friend. Link smiled timidly. His cheeks burned bright red as he attempted to push the wild erection down.

"N-naughty...? Wh-what do you mean?? I'm n-not... I mean... you couldn't know... guh..." The boy tried desperately to divert the conversation even though his hands at his crotch made any attempt futile. "S-speaking of smell... you don't smell like a forest at all! You smell... like a machine. What are.. 'ahhndroeeds'?" Link crossed his legs as if he had to go to the little elf's room, still pushing at his throbbing dick and begging it mentally to back the hell down.

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With a knowing smile, 9S let the matter drop. Someone responding to his casual flirts and friendliness was already enough! Whatever he was, a Hylian or whatever, seemed to be emotionally sensitive in all the right ways. 9S tapped his chin in thought. "Android, huh? I guess those didn't exist for too long in my time, so they wouldn't have ever been around for you... we're uh. We're like Humans, except we're not born. We were created, manufactured. Like you would make a sword, or something" he explained, holding his hand out. A strange looking sword materialized in to being, appearing as if out of thin air right before Link's eyes. The sword lazily followed 9S's hand as he swept it horizontally in front of his body, twirling as he squirmed his fingers.

"We're made to mimic flesh and blood and... yeah, flesh and blood. That's it" he interrupted himself with a cough. He didn't want to open that can of worms, so to speak. His theory was unfounded, after all. Besides... Without YorHa around, and no mission to speak of... Maybe he could just pretend to be human. Nobody would know the difference.

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So that was it! This 9S wasn't a person at all, or at least not one like most of the rest. He was an invention---a machine that could think and talk! And the magic he had was astounding! Link could create sword-like projections from his own weapon, but only if he was at optimal health. A little bit of damage and he was back to hack and slash. Clearly this android was a marvel! Link's smile only got bigger as he watched 9S and listened to his summary. "Wow! That's amazing! Well, you sure aren't like the machines that I'm used to. They're all big n' clunky with smoke and oil everywhere. You're small and cute-" Link put a hand over his mouth, blushing all the more.

Finally his erection had subsided for the time being. If he could just keep those 'naughty thoughts' about 9S out of his mind, he would fair well. "Okay, so you're a scanner... what do you think we should do now? I usually just pick a direction and walk. Or ride, but Epona's not anywhere here. And Navi could tell me where to go, but she's missing as well. If you know any better, I'm all ears." Link flicked one of his long, pointed ears and grinned.

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"Creations in my time are more advanced than yours... Making us more efficient, smaller, better, and of course cuter!" 9S cheered. But, curious flirting had it's time and place. He had a task to do. "I guess we could try to find other people, and try to figure out exactly what's going on. What time or place we're in, and if other people experienced a displacement as well!" He hummed in thought for a moment. Calibrating his sensors, but he didn't want to just stand still and stare blankly. That might be weird.

He spun around a few times, checking at various distances for other signs of life. Ignoring the animals and other useless things. "Ah, there!" He pointed. "In that direction... A group of other sentient life... I don't know exactly what they are from this distance, but they're over there!" No exact measurement... It was a two-day walk to get there.

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Link grinned when 9S talked about being smaller and cuter. Even his own Kokiri forest girls weren't as girl as this android. It made his heart leap each time 9S spoke. "Okay, let's get going that way then!" Link began to walk in the direction 9S gave, then slowed. He wondered if the machine could even see at all. He had that thick black fabric over his eyes, and it was very possible he was only listening and responding without even being able to tell what the world was like around him. He was clearly magical and was probably sensing things when he was 'scanning' rather than seeing them. Link decided it best to help the being along, just in case.

He took 9S's hand, holding it tight as he began to walk again. "So how far are is this sen... sennti-... sennter... people... How far are they? Can we make it in a couple hours maybe? I'm getting hungry already." As they continued to walk, Link pondered. "Do... do ahhndroeeds eat? Do you like food?" He walked a bit closer to 9S, forgetting gradually about the possibility of him being blind and simply gripping his hand out of a sense of warmth he got from the machine more than anything else.

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9S gave him a smile when Link took his hand. He wrapped his fingers inbetween his. Much more intimate hand-holding that Link had gone for to start with. "I don't know how far it is. I would guess a few days out." 9S briefly wondered what it was that attracted him to Link. It was the mix of feminine and male aspects, he thought. He'd miss staring at 2b's skirt while they fought and traveled together for sure... but Link had his own, different qualities that make 9S think he was a beautiful creature.

"Androids can eat... we don't often need to, we can regain energy in other ways... I suspect in this world, I'll need to eat food. I wonder if they have salty or spicy foods here. Those are my favorites." 9S wondered where they would get food out in a forest. Nothing here was edible... or rather, nothing here 9S would want to eat. "Do you have anything to eat?"

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Link loved the feel of 9S's fingers around his. Machine or not, the thing felt warm and inviting. It was like holding a real person's hand, one that felt very good to touch. He wondered what the rest of the android felt like. As of yet, he still wasn't sure if 9S was a boy or girl. He supposed it didn't matter much. He really liked the person either way. His question earlier didn't answer that, however. "All I have is some meat for bait. You don't want that, though. It's for octorocks... though I don't suppose there are any of those here. Still, I'm sure I could find something in the forest here we could eat. Speaking of which..."

Link reluctantly pulled away and knelt. He pulled his shield and sword off, setting them against a tree before pulling a small pack from his back. From the size of it, there was no way he carried more than a handful of items. And yet, he began hauling out equipment and pouring it out over the forest floor. There were arrows, a bow, a boomerang, even bombs and a long chain with a hook at the end! If 9S looked closely, he'd see that Link actually pulled very tiny object from his pack that suddenly grew into the full-sized items as soon as they left the leather pouch. "HAH! Here it is." Link rolled out a small, soft bed of fabric. "There we go. If it's a few days away, we should make some camp first. I know I'm tired from that weird journey from my world to... wherever this is. And we've been walking for a while now. I---wait, it doesn't look like you have anything to sleep on. Don't you pack for travel, 9S?" Link looked up at the android inquisitively. Did androids sleep...? And if so, do androids dream of electric sheep?

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9S wondered what sort of science this Hylian had that allowed him to hold more objects in such a smaller place. As far as his records went, that was only a recent invention. Curious indeed. He watched on from a few feet back, hands on his hips. "I don't have anything to sleep on, or in... I don't expect to travel around, or have to stay outside at any time. I can... leave the surface at any time I wanted. Or, I could before." He tried to keep it simple for Link. "I don't bring food or beds or anything like that."

Androids did need sleep. It was to make them closer to being Human. They recharged while they slept. They could have been made so much more efficiently, but for whatever reason, they were made to mimic humans. "Grass or a tree is fine. I can shut down, and I won't feel a thing... what's beneath me won't bother me." 9S tried to reason. If he offered to share though, why, how could he object?

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Link sat on his feet, knees out in front of him near the bedroll. He thought these androids were smart. How could he go venturing out with nothing at all? He had those magical appearing weapons to fight, but what about food and sleep? Where did he keep his rupies?! He shook his head, assuming things were much, much different where 9S came from. It broke his heart to hear about how the young person would care to sleep. Grass or a tree? How could Link slumber comfortably in his bedroll while his new friend lay across wood? No, if anything they could share his bed. They were both rather small, and it was made for a larger Hylian anyway.

"No, 9S! I won't let you sleep like that. Here... you can sleep next to me. Okay?" Remembering the part about not having anything to sleep 'in', Link stopped abruptly. His eyes grew wide. The last time he even wore a nightgown or pajamas was before they were ripped by a tektite in the night. He'd just slept *gulp* naked since then. His cheeks became violently red and he tugged at his collar. "Uhr... heh. I... I don't have anything to sleep in, either. B-but we can't just sleep in our clothes. They'd be ruined and we'd be miserable." He looked 9S up and down. His earlier problem began to rise again just thinking about him naked. "Er... Okay, so... I guess, if you turn around while I get ready for bed and I do the same for you, we can just get in the bedroll and it won't be a problem... r-right?" He stood and started to unbutton the front of his tunic, looking up while his head was down. "Well, g-go on... turn around..."

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While Link was stammering with his words and being just an absolute sweetheart, 9S had a growing, sly smile on those android cheeks of his. "No need to be prudish, Link... We're about to feel each other quite closely, hm?" He asked him, and, keeping eye contact through the black sash, started to strip at the same time as Link. Starting off with his black tunic. That seemed to answer Link's question. Beneath his first layer of clothes, 9S wore a white tanktop shirt. His body beneath was so slender and seemed frail. Everything was flat and nearly smooth. One he took the tank-top off though, Link was treated to 9S's slenderly fit build. The hint of muscle outlines across his body.

After that, came the boots and socks. Then the shorts. His underwear too, was white, and seemed girly. Almost like he was wearing panties like a girl would. But there was no mistaking the bulge in the front of those panties. Those came off too. Revealing his curvy feminine booty, and his semi-erect, hairless dick. 9S didn't have any hair, anywhere on his body. "There... mmmf, man am I feeling tired. All this stress and whatever moved me, must've drained me." 9S said with a yawn. But, he had one more piece to take off.

The black sash around the upper-half of his face came off. His eyes were so beautiful! Big and bright, the pupils were the palest shade of icy blue, almost white. He strutted up beside Link's bedroll. "Hmm, you first?"

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Link blushed again with 9S's words. He'd never been around someone so up front and flirtatious. It seemed as though the android was taking all the directness Link had in battle and used it socially. He... liked it. A lot. The Hylian started to turn around when 9S began taking off his clothes, but became mesmerized. He watched the young... man! 9S was a boy!! As soon as he took the bulk of his clothing away, Link could tell. As it turned out, that made him hotter than if 9S was a girl. He immediately had the same problem as earlier, his dick throbbing and achingly hard. There was no denying it this time, however. Link simply matched his friend's disrobing and dropped his leather belt, tunic, and thin white cloth he used as undergarment. Compared to 9S, Link was the more masculine of the two; which wasn't saying much. Both boys still could easily be mistaken for women with the obvious exception.

Finally Link pulled his green cap off and let it slip from his hands to the crumpled clothing beside him. He stepped up to 9S, their private areas nearly touching. It wasn't certain just yet, but it appeared that Link was a bit larger than 9S just by an inch or two in that unmistakably male way. He nodded, "Sure... me, first..." Link sank slowly to his knees. His eyes kept 9S's beautiful, pale gaze until he made it to the ground. Link let his eyes wander down the other boy's body, taking in the toned curves and feminine slenderness. He stared at 9S's medium sized cock, which was still bigger than what he probably should have had. Seeing it so close, his face mere inches from it, only made Link harder.

He finally lowered further, laying along the bedroll with the top flap open. Link lay in a provocative pose on his side, his manhood on prominent display while he awaited 9S. "Your turn, my friend..."

[User] 9S crawled in to bed, making sure he snuggled right up against his new friend. Hip to hip, flat chest to flat chest, cocks rubbing up against each other. "Nnng, gotta' get comfy" 9S said, and stuck one of his smooth, squishy thighs between Link's legs. Laying an arm across his waist. "Aaaah, there we go~" They felt the unmistakable throb of each other's hearts, and each other's cocks. 9S was getting erect too. 9S sighed, and settled in deeper to their cuddling. His other hand snuck behind Link's head, stroking his sandy blonde hair. "You know, there's just something so special about you." The android smile, before pressing his girly lips to Link's. "Mmmff~"


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Dearrach, the mighty Stag of Reawakening, had awoken himself. He slowly realized his own existence, and as light filtering through the tree tops, his being shifted to and from the other world. He was a wondrous sight to behold. His body was so perfectly chiseled that its definition could be seen through its silver fur coat. His hooves were wide and heavy, yet they left tracks of fluttering life wherever they went. His regal horns were wide and menacing, though they gave the same inner comfort as when looking upon an old tree's limbs. His face was that of a great stag in the prime of its life; strong and caring at the same time. And his eyes, they glowed with the inner spark of creation that dwells within all gods.

He was amongst the land of the living, but his mind was still held down by the pull of the dead. He could see the cold awaiting forest before him, but he could also hear the enigmatic words of beings that never were. Their insights and nightmares were his to enjoy when he was in slumber, but now they lingered within him and kept him in a waking dream. It was his duty to help bring back life into the Ancient forest of Davagh, but as fond as he was for abstract thought, he couldn't conceive of a need for new life. He couldn't help Spring be reborn into a new year. He was simply a ghostly spirit, passing through a grave of sleeping trees, until his counterpart could come and awake him to the beauty of life.

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Dearrach was taking far too long to push the world back into the bounty for Spring. As much as Flora enjoyed resting in her den until warmer weather returned, every day Winter carried over into Spring meant terrible consequences for the animals and plant-life of her forest. With great reluctance, the Centaur goddess sat upwards and reached her graceful arms down to massage warmth into the lower half of her body, an equally graceful, horse-like torso. She gently bade her long legs and hooves to move from under her, slowly moving to stand up. Fetching her bow and arrow on the way out of her warm den, Flora tried not to flinch visibly as her hooves landed on the snow still all over the forest floor. When she found Dearrach, he was going to answer for this.

And so the hunt began. Flora quickly tracked down Dearrach with ease, though to be fair, he didn't seem to be hiding his presence at all. Once she had him in her sights, she approached him slowly, the soft sounds of her hooves beating on the snow drawing near to him. He looked positively miserable to her, making her anger fade... but only just a bit. She had heard of gods being so deeply affected by the desolation of winter, but she'd never experienced it in person.

"I should have known that I would find you sulking about," Flora muttered aloud, keeping a distance from her fellow deity, "I cannot make life return to the forest on my own, Dearrach; why is it that you have yet to make a move?"

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The songs of the dead were moaning in symphony in his ears. Their dead memories washing into one another's and creating cacophonies of forgotten passions. Then, without warning, they stopped in dead silence when the voice of Flora disrupted them. Dearrach blinked twice, then turned his head towards the being that uttered his name. Her smell, her sweet smell, made him aware of who spoke before he even saw her. It was Flora; a spring goddess; a like-minded soul. They were two beings of the same spiritual universe, but they had many differences between them. For one, Dearrach's mind delved into the dead realm when he sleeped, where as Flora enjoyed more pleasant dreams. Another more obvious fact was that she was a hunter, and his form suggested an untamed and wild animal. Their differences were great, but they had never caused the two to be at odds with one another. Until now.

Yes, the time of Spring was being delayed, because Dearrach couldn't move past the throes of the dead. It was not his fault. They had been particularly persuasive this Winter. As he turned to see Flora's form, he was suddenly surprised by his own desires. His heart started to flutter hotly, and his blood began to pump life into his body again.  Her form, her female form... excited him. She was so frail and yet impenetrable. From her deep eyes, to her soft skin, and down to her thick legs, he was definitely attracted to her. His own form began to regain it's color, and what was silver was becoming auburn.

The spirits did not like this. The longer Dearrach remained with them, the longer they could pretend to be part of the living. When Spring time came, their fun would be over. Their ethereal faces twisted and turned, and they pulled together to bring back Dearrach to their dirges. Once again he was listening to their charms, but at the same time he was also aware of Flora's charms. He snorted loudly from his dark snout, scrapped the earth with his hooves, and shook his large antlers back and forth. It was obvious signs of physical attraction. But oddly, he smiled at her. He would not be caught so easily. No, he must be chased. If she was such a great huntress, she would have to prove it. With speed so fast that no sound was made, he turned away from her and followed the dead spirits through the barren trees and frozen ground. He whistled his jaunty tune of debauchery, which echoed throughout the whole forest.

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So her partner truly was seduced by the dead. Flora impatiently clicked her tongue as Dearrach fled her, albeit with a smile on his lips. For a moment, she considered allowing him to flee unopposed, but upon looking at her surroundings once more, the withered trees, the snow-covered forest floor, Flora knew that she would have to free Dearrach from his bondage as soon as possible. And then there was the pain pushed upon him by the dead, their insistence that he had to stay with them and not allow them to move on as was the natural order. Humans did tend to cling to life a bit too tightly, but she never would have guessed they would be so desperate as to hold a god of spring captive.

Curious, Flora moved to the spot where her partner rested at, taking in his heavy, male scent and bewitching presence for a few long moments. It was partly to hunt him down better, but also because she was drawn to him. Flora was always subtly enchanted by Dearrach's present but hesitant to approach him on her own initiative. After all, before today, Dearrach seemed too enraptured by the spirits to turn from them, but just now, when his gaze settled on her and he smiled at her approach... was he inviting her in?

The thrill of hunt settled in Flora's veins, but this hunt would not require her bow and arrows. No, tracking down Dearrach would require finesse, and perhaps a bit of seduction of her own. Flora's gaze softened and she began to give chase, finding Dearrach among his spirits with ease once more. He didn't seem to be truly running from her in the end, evading her like a coy lover or a child baiting another along. Amused, Flora trotted through the forest in close pursuit of her partner, finding herself almost reveling in the chase. What would happen when she finally caught up with Dearrach, the goddess wondered, what would he require to leave behind the relentless spirits shackling him and aid her in returning Spring to the forest? At the present, all Flora could offer to him was herself, perhaps that would be enough.

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The spirits had thought they trapped Dearrach once again in their snare, but they had not. He was still listening to their songs, but he was no longer focusing upon them. No, he was running with his corporeal form, not his mind. The feel of his muscles pulling him faster and faster, the smell of the air that whisked over his form the faster he went, and the smile that continued to grow upon his face; all these things were signs of his awakening. His auburn hair now became brighter, and his form was fuller and more robust. Even his eyes began to switch shades from a pale blue to an ember green. When the souls saw him changing, the grew fearful.

With his life returning to him, he became a bonfire of rebirth, which was poison to the dead. One by one they could no longer resist the pain of Dearrach's form and began to fade away back into the underworld. He didn't mind. He was too focused on being chased. His aura brightened, and the forest reacted in kind. The trees began to bud, the grass grew, and the sun's warmth began to shine brightly. However, it was not Spring just yet. No, it would not be that easy. He twisted and turned around the trees and their thick branches. As he passed, he made sure to touch them all in some way. His honeyed scent grew more musky, and it would leave an easy trail for Flora to follow. Not to mention that his hooves were clopping upon the hard roots without care. He wanted her to follow him.

Then, when he could feel her almost touching him, he leaped into the air and landed upon his sacred grove. It was a low hanging tree that was touched by the smiling man in the moon and thus bore the resemblance of it's protector. Dearrach had landed upon it and stood there, watching the actual moon in the brightening sky of morn. He winked at the moon, and he could feel the wink being given back. Then he turned around and saw Flora approaching him. Again, he was struck in awe by her form. He couldn't think of why he had never noticed her before, but for now he could not think of anything other than her soft skin, supple breasts, tight belly, long back, and wafting tail. He was becoming quite aroused by her form, and he did not mind showing it. He was an animalistic god, after all.

His male member thickened and grew its length. It was much longer than a man's; almost equine in nature. Somehow, that detail made the approach of Flora all the more appropriate. As he mindlessly kicked his hoof against the tree, his member shook back and forth along with his bountiful male sack. He huffed through his strong snout and looked upon Flora. He wondered if she still wanted the chase. He wondered if she would tempt him into becoming his full living form. He wondered how she would coax him to usher forth the lifestream back into the forest. And these thoughts made him all the more excited.

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Flora slowed her chase to a slow trot as she approached the edge of Dearrach's most intimate space, his sacred grove. She curiously watched him as he stopped evading her and instead turned to face her, meeting her gaze dead-on with purpose. She took in his magnificent form as she slowly began to invade the grove, methodically, carefully closing in on her prey without making him feel like he was cornered. His lovely colors were slowly starting to seep into him once more, and the spirits that were so insistent on keeping him chained to the land of the dead appeared to be losing their sway over him. Her influence was over him now, or at least that was what she believed after seeing the lengthening and hardening of his sex.

"Dearrach," Flora bade the creature before her, "If you require it, I will soothe you. Allow me to rid remaining winter chill that is holding you captive."

Slowly, but without falter, Flora reached out one of her hands and rested it onto Dearrach's chest, just over his steady heartbeat. The warmth of her fingers seeped into his skin and pelt as she moved to stand directly before him, allowing him to be tempted to discover more of the warmth she had to offer. The human spirits wishing to keep the forest god bewitched began to retreat in droves as her presence downed them out, her scent of mountain flowers and forest dirt overcame the stench of death. She was careful to not touch his ever present erection between them just yet, but her hooves lightly padded onto the ground below her, showing a bit of restlessness in the face of her otherwise-composed appearance.

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She had invaded Dearrach's grove, but he did not mind. He had invited her to do so. However, his skittish half-dead self would have been alarming him of a predator in his midst. Something unlike him was nearing, and the fear of the unknown was strong. Yet, he did not move away, for there was a stronger desire that kept him in place. A need for warmth. A need for touching. A need for other. When she touched his chest, even he could feel his thunderous heartbeats becoming stronger. Her warm fingers slid through his pelt, and her fingertips felt like electricity. His chest tightened a little, but then it relaxed completely after the pleasure of another caressing him. Her sweet Earthy smells enticed him more than before. Within those wild flowers and fertile soil, there was another smell coming through strongly. The smell of a female.

He accepted her offer of mutual touching. He touched her cheek and rubbed his thumb upon it. So much softer she was than what he had thought of in his head before. He could hear the vibrations of life within her body, and further down his hand went. It rested over her heart too, feeling her rising beats matching his own. Then it went down further, and his other hand joined. With a careful touch, he uplifted her warrior's bra to reveal her wondrous breasts. He did not seem to react in nervousness to the sight of a naked woman. That was a mortal's response. He knew she had breasts, and now he would touch them. Together with both hands, he squeezed lightly and lifted them upwards. He toyed with her nipples with his thumbs, watching them harden to his touch. Then he bent down and let his snout nuzzle in her hair. He could truly breathe her in now, and the change of seasons were becoming a reality now. His ancient patterns began to glow with green life, and his feet and shadow were creating spontaneous signs of life.

He leaned back and let her breasts go gently. Then he walked around her. Slowly, he let his hand trail her equine form. Every muscle spasm she made sent shocks up his spine. He was naturally attracted to her strong rump, but he did not want to go there too quickly. He traced the other side of her body and reached her human side again. He leaned over and went back to smelling her hair while his other hand caressed her right breast. His erection was lifting higher now, and it slowly made its way up her leg and up to her stomach.

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Dearrach's firm, but gentle grip on Flora's breasts sent a subtle and pleasant jolt of excitement down her spine, traveling from her humanoid body, down her equine body and legs, down to her hooves. Thoroughly enjoying herself, the goddess finished removing her armored bra from her body and let it fall to the soft earth below them with a thud. Flora was now as naked as Dearrach, bare as the day she was borne from the earth itself. His hands, a wonderfully new texture than that of any of her human lovers' excited her, making her heart speed up under his grip, pattering insistently through her breasts and into his body.

Flora let out a content sigh and brought her fingers up to trace along Dearrach's strong, curious arms and danced up to his shoulders. With a gentle grip, she stepped just a bit closer as he continued his exploration, purposefully mashing his hardening and gently pulsing length between the two of them, feeling him pressing against both her humanoid and horse-like body halves. With just this, the goddess felt bliss and excitement, wanting his hands everywhere before they were through.

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As her arm went up his arm and played with his shoulder, Dearrach took the sign as approval and decided to explore further. Her heart beat vibrated through her skin, and he could feel her body pulse through her breast. He moved around to meet her face to face, his erection trailing along and stopping with him. He instinctively rubbed it up and down ever so slightly on her belly, watching her reaction to his member. His other hand returned to her other breast, and he squeezed them with gentle hands. He then bent down, smelling her hair once more, and then met her right nipple with his tender yet robust lips. His mighty tongue slipped out and licked her like a juicy peach, and he treasured the way she tasted.

His snout and tongue trailed upwards and he tasted her from breast all the way up to the little crevice behind her ear. His hands moved down her body and around her waist where the squeezed the muscles in her human back. Something was happening to him. More than just awakening. The life of Spring was making its away back. All around them the trees began to sprout leaves, the grass grew tall, and the woodland creatures began to awake from their long slumbers. Dearrach's gifts were returning to the world, and it was due to Flora's willingness to explore and be explored.

He stopped nuzzling her earlobe and moved to her face. He cupped both of her cheeks in his hands and he leaned in to kiss her. His kiss was surprisingly human, and he loved the taste of her sweet nectar. He was getting more and more excited. His color was becoming brighter and brighter, his eyes more powerfully green, and his cock had awakened enough to where it was practically begging to be touched or allowed to touch. He breathed deeply and long; taking in her flowery scent and exhaling his powerful musk upon the beautiful goddess.

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Dearrach's kiss stunned Flora for a moment, she wasn't prepared for him to do something so... human-like. While the two of them were bearers of fertility and growth of all life, there was often a line of affection the Gods did not cross when they interacted, most believed to be above baser instincts. But if anyone were to celebrate his instincts, Flora knew it would be Dearrach, and his actions did sooth her. As the two began to wander their hands more and she became more pliant to his touch, Flora realized that she'd been tense before, wanting Dearrach, but concerned he would be repulsed by her advances.

A smile graced the woman's lips as she took his own head into her hands and nuzzled her cheek onto his, signaling her comfort around him. All animals, from horses to wolves practiced such an action, it was almost as intimate as kissing, but an action Flora was more familiar with. Sensing Dearrach's growing need, Flora began to slide her hands down his chest and torso once more, carefully and purposefully contouring her hands over his every muscle down to his cock. She then kissed him again, growing more comfortable with their mouths mashed together and let out a moan, soft, fluttery, and equally as unashamed as he.

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Dearrach felt her nuzzle against his face, and knew what the action meant. She wanted her scent on him. It was a sign of possession, and such an act was only shared between mates. Her desires matched his own. His need of her was accepted, and he felt the last shard of ghostly glass break free of his spirit and mind. He was now fully himself, and his power began to rise.

When she kissed him, his power reverberated through the air. It was like electricity was jumping from every nerve ending in the forest, just waiting for the release of life. His markings were now brightly glowing, as were his eyes. He kept tasting her mouth with his own. Yes, the other gods would see the act as base and unnecessary, but he was not with the other gods. He was with Flora. Sweet, sweet Flora.

When her hands gradually trickled down his stomach, his cock began to rise and harden than even before. Before she was probably prepared for it, his cock was now touching her fingertips. The ground shook a little, and he continued to hold onto her cheeks in their beautiful embrace. Eventually he pulled back to look into her eyes. His hands lowered down her arms and slightly pressing against her breasts. His thoughts were beyond words, but they practically spoke out to her, "I want you."

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Energy coursed through Flora as she and Dearrach continued their playful dance, carefully exploring and feeling out each other's comfort. When the kiss she'd initiated finally ended, she could see his gaze, witness his complete freedom from the souls of the dead; he was no longer their prisoner. A slow smile took over her lips as one of her front hoofs began to gently scuff against the forest floor a bit in impatience. Should she make her move, show Dearrach exactly what she wanted, or did he wish to mount her and gain obedience?

Depending on what laws of nature they went with, their interaction would be different. Flora didn't care, she just wanted that interaction. She wanted badly to made with Dearrach, to have him fill her and fill her with his fertile seed. The urge to breed with her partner was steadily climbing, her hands stroking his cock firmer, her eyes smoldering with invitation. Lust completely overtook her thoughts, and she enjoyed it, submerging herself in the feeling as it rolled down her spine and made her equine lower body tremble, all the way down to her hooves.

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She returned the desire. Yes, she wanted him, too. Good. As with the animal kingdom, the female had to accept the male before any mating could take place. Dearrach was very, very pleased with her decision. Her long, soft dark hair, deep eyes, strong cheeks, beautiful breasts, fine coat, and round ass, he Needed to be with her. He softly squeezed upon her breasts and kissed her once more on the lips. This time the kiss was a bit more forceful, but not at all aggressive. His tongue danced in her mouth, tasting and giving his taste to her at the same time. Then, he let go of the kiss and her breasts and started to trail around her body again. He never pulled too far away from her, so his cock was always pressed against her body. He dug his nails in her hair in a most pleasant way possible as he moved around her. He wanted her to feel him every way possible before he reached her rump.

Then when he reached her ass, he positioned himself right behind her. Her powerful legs had the power to kick him with a great might if she did not want him, but he risked her disapproval for the chance to mate with her. He pushed his torso against her ass and carefully allowed her tail to sway as she wanted. His cock rose higher between her legs and rubbed against her underbelly and equine feminine form. His whole body grew hot and vibrated with the anticipated release, and the forest began to glow along with him. He reached his hand down and with a graze of his thumb pushed a little between her sweet lips to make sure her body was wet and ready for him.

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Flora reached her hands out to stable her self onto the tree before her now that Dearrach had moved behind her, feeling it's life returning and strengthening as she and her fellow God continued their playful interaction. She could feel his cock rubbing on her as he slowly traveled to stand behind her, slowly swaying on her own hooves to lean back into him and return the gesture. When he moved behind her, there was perhaps an initial urge to reject Dearrach, considering Flora had not been intimate with a man in ages, despite her role as Goddess of fertility, but it was quickly overpowered with curiosity and lust once more when she felt his cock press against her underbelly and his hand came up to check for her wetness.

She was wet, almost unbearably so, and her need for the God behind her was starting to make her ache to be filled. She hadn't wanted a man inside her this badly for even longer than she'd had sex. A low, needy sound escaped Flora's lips, mixed between human and animal, and she pushed herself back against him, approving the union once more with her actions. The feeling of his cock and finger rubbing just a bit harder because of her pressing was just divine as the Gods themselves.

"Take me," Flora sighed gently, her hooves patting on the ground a bit impatiently once more. She had no desire to play coy with Dearrach, they both knew what they wanted to come out of this encounter.

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She had given her final consent, and Dearrach would not make her speak it twice. He smiled at her, grabbing at her ass and digging his claws in to playfully scratch her. He snorted and scuffed his own hooves against the earth in preparation while flexing his muscles to further impress her. His cock was pushing up against her underside, so all he had to do was back up a little and pull it up with one of his hands. It flung upwards, pushing against Flora's pussy as it moved. He moved back a little further just far enough to where he could playfully rub his cockhead over her lips. She was so warm. So full of life. So tempting to him that his power began to shine forth uncontrollably.

The forest began to look more and more like day as his powerful light emanated from his skin markings. He put the hand that had checked for her wetness over his snout and he breathed in her juices. When he could no longer take it, and when Flora could no longer either, he positioned his large member over her pussy and lightly pushed in with his hips. There was some slight resistance, but it easily went away as his cockhead sunk itself inside of her body. Once that had passed, he naturally pushed himself deeper and deeper into her warm and welcoming body. He moaned out loud the further he entered her, and when he reached her tail to his tight stomach, his balls hung low and slightly swung against her body. His back crawled with pleasure, his eyes warm with ecstasy, how could the ghosts ever think they could compare to this?

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Sighing softly in pleasure and content, Flora pressed back into Dearrach as he spread her open with his cock, pushing deeply into her sex and exciting her to squeeze down tightly on his every inch. He was slow with his taking of her, unhurried and calm with every bit of himself that he filled her with. She enjoyed his current pace for the moment and made sure to enjoy it, not allowing herself to rush her partner. They were just getting used to one another's bodies, she had no intention of making this encounter their last joining, so just taking a moment to revel in it was a treat in itself. As much as Flora would enjoy the rutting of her life, his cock had her so full, and that fullness left her satisfied in itself.

Adjusting on her hooves, Flora tried not to let her legs get too weak, ore collapse from the pleasure of being filled. She also tried her best not to become impatient and urge her bull to become more aggressive. It would happen in due time, the goddess told herself, but it was hard to wait for that time, she was so ready for him to fuck her, to use his thrusts to push her body all the way to the point of submission. Letting out a small, shaky breath, Flora continued to push back into Dearrach's body, letting out the smallest down signaling that she wanted more from him.

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Dearrach opened his eyes to see how the two of them were now one. His cock was very nicely fit inside of her juicy pussy, and he almost didn't want to do anything to change that. He felt her body move as her hooves repositioned. He could feel how her legs were trying not to shake and how she pushed against his body to regain her strength. He was holding her up with his member, and that fact made him smile.

With his member twitching inside her, he heard how he made her moan for more. They wanted more of each other. They wanted more. He slowly began to pull out of her. The sound of her pussy sucking on him was music to his ears, and as his cockhead pulled out, he saw how her body had expanded to keep him in. He didn't allow himself to think much more. Without warning, he slowly thrusted his cock back into her body. Again, the warm sensations her body seethed into his member made him electrified. The ground shook and the trees started to bud leaves. Already within a small circle around them, the forest was looking like Spring. That was the power of Dearrach, and it took the power of Flora to release it.

Holding firmly onto her ass, he pulled out of her and pushed back in. He snorted and kicked his own hooves as his body's pleasure heightened. His pace began to hasten, and his member was forcing itself in and out of her pussy. Her inner walls were a welcomed resistance to his movement, but he pulled her lips apart with his thumbs to get a better view. She was so beautiful and full of life. And soon she would be filled with him. He moved faster and faster, harder and harder. His snorting became deeper, and the forest was vibrating with life.


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Jillian let out a sweet yelp at the command, the way that he slapped her breast and teased her pussy being far too much for her to handle with the way her lust was currently spiked. The teasing thumb against her clit, the tongue against her pussy, it caused her to whine and whimper out, her body shaking while she obeyed his order to suck faster. Even being referred to as his girl, as a slut, a whore, whatever in the world he felt the need to call her, none of it mattered to her anymore. Her eyes slid shut, the bombshell redhead not even paying attention to the way that the collar around her neck began to die down, it's purpose having been served from the looks of things. "Mmmm... hhhhnnnn..." she whined happily, her head bobbing up and down more desperately and eagerly.

She felt the way his cock throbbed and trembled in her mouth, she felt the trickles of precum splashing against her tongue, and all she knew was that she wanted more. She wanted to feel those hot, sticky ropes shoot down her throat, she wanted his hands to keep pawing at those huge, perky breasts of hers, she wanted his tongue against her pussy. It was exactly as Allan speculated, at this point Jillian was driven wild, and commanded by no other force but her own rampaging lust.

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Allan felt a surge of pride and arousal as Jillian's sweet whimpers of pleasure brought a smile to his face. He was getting closer to his release, and as such, he decided he would give his pet a treat. "Mmm, there we go Jillian. Suck like the slut you know you are. I guess you've earned your reward." He said, feeling his cock begin to twitch and throb. Allan pressed his lips against her wet sex and slid his tongue past her folds, his thumb rubbing harder on her clit while his hand pawed heavily at her breasts.

He groaned from his place between her warm thighs and ran his tongue along the inside of her walls, as his breathing quickened. Allan gave Jillian no warning as his balls tightened and his warm sticky semen shot out in thick spurts from his cock. He worked his tongue faster in her pussy and played more quickly at her clit, wanting to bring her to climax so he could taste her sweet nectar.

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Jillian let out a small, delighted whine when Allan's tongue found her folds, licking up and down those pink, glistening petals while he played with her clit, and one of her breasts at the same time. _God... fuck... he's... everywhere!_ feeling his tongue push into her, the wet appendage exploring the depths of her pussy, only caused her to suck on his cock faster and harder. The redhead didn't need a warning at all, her mouth ready for the hot, sticky ropes of seed to shoot out of his shaft, and down her throat. She drank down as much as she could, swallowing every last drop while moaning and bucking her hips back against his face. Her ass would bounce a little bit, her body growing hotter and hotter beneath him as he kept eating her out.

Due to her naturally aroused state, it didn't take long at all before the telltale signs of her release came, her folds trembling and pulsing as juices started to leak forward and drip onto his tongue. It would only be a few seconds after that, two more rolls of the redhead's hips at the most, before she came in full, girlcream spurting from her flower and coating both his tongue and his face. Jillian's body went lax, her upper body slumped over as she kept her ass jutting up in the air, and her pussy right where it was. Her breathing came heavy and ragged, her eyes staring off to some distant object. "Haaaaah... haaaaah..."

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Allan moaned into her soaking pussy and gripped her ass with both hands. He thrashed his tongue inside her, bucking his own hips into her face and feeling his cock glide slickly. He grinned and lapped at her sex as the pleasure from his orgasm grew and grew to its high point, and then came down. He felt victory swell in him; he had done it. Jillian was his. A happy, beautiful pet for him to play with whenever he wanted.

Allan slid a finger into Jillian's pussy as he ate her out, thrusting it as hard and deep as possible so as to drive her orgasm along. The sweet taste of her girlcream made him adjust his position, so he could get his tongue deeper to taste more of her. "Mmm. There we go... gooood girl." he said between licks, waiting for her orgasm to die down before he slid his palm up and down her hip in a soothing manner.

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Jillian collapsed fully after she was finished, panting and gasping for air as his palm ran up and down the side of her hip in that soothing, comforting manner. "Mmmm~" She looked back towards him with a lazy, hazed look in her eye, so overwhelmed by the pleasure of her release that she didn't have any energy left to resist him with. She was indeed 'his' from the looks of things, though there was still plenty of work to be done if he wanted the most complete, pure victory possible. Jillian was cooperative now, at the very least, but being cooperative of her her place, and taking pride in it while being happy were two entirely different things. Just where would Allan settle? And what would he do with his redheaded fuck toy from here?

The entire world was his, as she sat there and waited for his command. She dare not try to move or speak until he gave her permission, or asked her for something.

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Allan drummed his finger's on Jillian's warm thigh as he thought of what to do with her from now on. He'd need to fully train her in everything she would need to know, so he decided to start with obedience. "Now, stand up. You and I are going to have a nice shower." he said. Whenever she would stand, he would hold her close and give her a spank on the ass. His cock would grow hard again and he would smirk, cocking his head toward the bathroom.

"Follow me. You may walk, this time." he said, suggesting that she might be crawling on all fours at some point.

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The gorgeous redhead groaned a little bit, the soft, warm feeling of his touch abandoning her when he began to shift towards the bathroom. When he gave the order, however, she merely nodded her head and pivoted to get out of the bed, her feet pressing against the soft carpet as she stood up and started to trail behind him on his trip towards the bathroom. She would look towards him with a gaze of wide eyed curiosity, the gorgeous woman seeming to possess almost a childish innocence in the way that she waited for him to instruct her in what he expected from her. Of course, it went without saying that the wide, curious, eager eyes she possessed was the only part of her that was even remotely childish. Her wide hips would bounce a little from side to side, swaying smoothly and giving her large, perky breasts a little bounce every once in a while during her walk.

Once in the bathroom, she would turn towards him, cupping both hands as she waited for his instruction silently.

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Allan's master bathroom was actually slightly lower than the bedroom, with two stairs leading down from the door, so that water could build a little without fear of overflow. He turned on the shower and waited for it to get warm, grabbing two towels and a single washcloth from the closet inside. He set them down on the dry sink and brought Jillian over to the shower stall. It could easily fit three or four people, but they wouldn't need all of the space.

"Firstly, I am going to bathe you. But I tell you now; do not make a sound. I will give you one slip up, and then after that, I will not touch you for a week. But if you are good... you will get a reward." he said, reaching into the shower to test the heat. It was almost there. Steam began to build in the air around them, clinging to the wavy glass stall.

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Jillian took a moment to look around, her gaze focusing back on Allan when he had two towels and a washcloth in his hand. The shower stall was gigantic, easily twice as much as the two of them actually needed... she kept her eyes focused on his, listening intently to his directions while the steam started to build up around them. So he was going to clean her, was he? Those hands of hers would travel all over her body, and she wasn't allowed to make any sound whatsoever... well... she was allowed one sound, but after that... he wouldn't lay a hand on her for a week? In her current mindset, she didn't even stop to consider that going without being touched for a week would easily undo all the work he'd done so far... all she knew was that she wasn't allowed any of the pleasure he could offer her, a fact that made her a touch uneasy.

She gulped a little, nodding her head as she moved into the shower stall and under the soft, warm water. She ran both hands through her hair, blinking a few times as the water streamed down towards her amazing body, droplets accenting the curves of her breasts and her hips all the more, and causing her nipples to harden as she fluttered open her gaze and looked towards him. "Okay... I understand." She was just going to have to play his game, and no matter what it took, she had to win.

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"Good. Now, we begin." Allan said, grabbing the washcloth and grabbing a bottle of soap. It was cinnamon and vanilla scented, and Allan poured it over the washcloth, noting with a grin how similar it looked to what he'd been filling Jillian with just minutes ago. He got it under the water for a second and then went behind the sexy redhead, pressing the cloth against her lower back first.

He cleaned the non private parts first, since those were the least challenge. Then, making sure to be careful, Allan ran the cloth up her spine, rubbing his thumb into his flesh. He'd neglected to tell Jillian that he was quite the masseuse, although he'd never made much use of that skill. He dug his thumbs in along her back and then slid it around to the front, running it up her stomach and between her soft, water glazed breasts.

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Jillian shut her eyes once more, her entire body relaxing as that wash cloth began to travel across her figure. It was pretty easy for her to go without making any sounds considering that he was starting with her more appropriate parts first. However, when that thumb ran across her flesh, his hand exploring her spine before moving forward and running it between her breasts, he would be able to feel that he had drawn a heavy shudder out of the redhead. She let out a slightly elongated exhale, nothing too loud, but he would be able to hear a certain shakiness already entering her breath... that being the case, it was going to be a nightmare for her going forward if he actually put genuine effort into making her feel good. Her fate was entirely in his hands in that regard, and she only just now realized that if he wanted to, he could just finger her relentlessly until she came... there was no possible way she could fight back at that point.

But she trusted her master, she was certain that he wouldn't do something so cruel and underhanded... besides, he enjoyed it when he touched her as well, didn't he? She knew from the way that his hands were always roaming across that large bust of hers, and that tight ass, that he loved her body... there was no possible way that he'd just cheat her, and not give her the opportunity to win. With his hand now playing with her front, Jillian slumped backwards so that her back pressed against Allan's chest, the redheaded bombshell eager to find out where he planned on touching her next. She'd endure it, if only for the sake of making her master happy.

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As much as he would love to, Allan couldn't be as cruel and underhanded as Jillian was thinking he wouldn't be, making her correct. He had learned to never budge after making a promise, and he'd promised that if she failed, he wouldn't touch her. He knew if she went a whole week without pleasure, all of his work would slowly be undone. So Allan made his touches teasing, sometimes testing her limits. He lightly flicked the pink nub of her nipple, and then moved his hand down to her pussy. He ran the cloth especially gently here; one wrong move and he'd be back to square one.

"Enjoying this, my naughty little girl?" he asked, digging his nose into her hair and kissing the top of her head. He slid a finger teasingly against her pussy lips before pulling the hand away, and sliding the cloth down the front and then back and sides of her warm thighs. The suds collected at their feet, and Allan brought the cloth back up, this time gently squeezing one of her breasts. He made it quick, not long enough to bring about too much pleasure than she could handle. "Just a little more..." he said, kissing her bare shoulder.

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Jillian would have a considerably harder time keeping her bearings together when Allan got more serious. She would chew on her lower lip as he played with her chest, the way he touched and teased her, the way his fingers flicked across that sensitive, perky, erect little nipple of hers before diving down between her legs. The moment cloth touched pussy, she let out a loud exhale and pressed her back more firmly against his chest, her ass now grinding up against his hip ever so meekly while she reached out and gripped the sides of the shower stall for support. She knew that she shouldn't be this sensitive, this easily provoked at even a simple and modest touch... perhaps she was still loopy from last night, perhaps that collar was juts making every last poke and prod of his feel that much better... perhaps Jillian really was just that sensitive to the touch. She didn't know the answer to that question, but right now all that mattered to her was that it was more difficult than ever for her to keep her bearings together. When his hand reached up and squeezed her breast, and he made that little statement about how much she had left to endure, the redhead twisted her head towards his own and nuzzled against him a little more with a small grunt.

It was embarrassing to say, but she was already having fantasies about him. She could just imagine how good it would feel to have him pin her up against the side of the shower stall, that powerful cock pushing into her flower once again as he claimed her as his own. She could already hear him whispering in her ear, calling him whatever he wished, be it his good little girl, his cum slave, slut... whatever he called her didn't matter, as long as that cock was between her legs, and she was his. Her eyes already hazy with arousal again, the sexy redhead reached down between Allan's legs and began to absentmindedly stroke up and down the length of his cock. "Mmmmm~" she purred, trying her hardest to keep her voice down until he was done with her.

He said that she would get a special reward once he was done with her, if she did good... was that it?

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Allan grinned. Not even a single moan to use up her one slip up chance. Good. Now he could turn it up a notch for the finale of this little game of silence. Allan brought one finger to her nipple and rolled it gently around, not even like he wanted to pleasure it. Her own sensitivity would see to it that it would feel good on its own. His other hand ran along her hip and then her backside, before sliding back around to her pussy.

He groaned and trailed his tongue up the side of her neck as she stroked his huge, hard cock. She was becoming more and more the perfect pet by the minute. Allan pressed his finger into her cunt and left it there. He would keep it there, unmoving, until he dragged it slowly up to her clit. Allan rubbed the nub of flesh, knowing it was dangerous, but when there was no sound, he grinned and removed his hands from her body. He put the cloth up on the top edge of the stall and then smirked. "Very good, fuck pet. Now... bend over, hands on the glass." he ordered.

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Jillian bit down tightly on her lip when he began to turn up the heat, one hand rolling around and teasing her nipple while his other hand ran along the wide curve of her ass, and went to tease her pussy. Her fingers wrapped around his dick harder, and she began to pump it up and down as though the act was becoming second nature to her. When his finger began to torment her clit, Jillian had to shut her eyes and suck in another urgent, desperate breath to stop herself from making a peep. She couldn't afford to make a sound, she knew that even just one single peep, even if she had a 'mercy' noise, would disappoint her master... blessedly, she was able to sigh in relief when she held out, and she felt his hands finally leave her body.

She looked back towards him, listening to his praise and his order with a small, satisfied smile. Again the collar went to work, humming away in her mind and filling her with happy, proud feelings when she succeeded in completing an order for him. Obeying his commands, doing as he ordered, both of them simply made her feel so damn good even of their own accord, and that didn't even take into consideration the fact that she was able to be rewarded afterwards. Her hands pressed against the glass, and the sexy redhead bent over towards him with her legs spread. Both her tight, wide ass and her dripping pussy were wide open and exposed, available for Allan to do with whatever he wished.

Needless to say, he'd gotten her riled up and dripping wet with his touches. Her heart hammered with anticipation and her eyes rested hungrily on the rock hard cock... she licked her lips, eager for the blissful sensation of having that thing pushed into her. "Ma~ster..." she purred hungrily... "Are you... are you going to fuck me again?" She asked in a small, hopeful voice as she lifted her gaze to look him dead in the eye.

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Allan licked his lips and groaned at her harder pumping. The pleasure ebbed away as she bent over for him, but his cock got even harder. Allan roughly gripped her hips and ran his cock against her tight ass down to her pussy. He hummed in contemplation, reaching around to cup and fondle her breasts. "Am I going to fuck you?" he said, saying the word 'fuck' as harshly as he could to emphasize it.

"Yes, I am going to fuck you, my sweet little slut." he said, giving one tit a firm slap and then caressing it. He continued to rub his cock against her, and then he leaned down next to her ear. "Just one question..." he said. "How do you feel about this nice, sweet ass?" he said, prodding his cock against her ass and then dragging it down to her pussy. "It's much sexier to cum in your cunt, in my opinion, but since you've been a good girl, I'll ask. " he said, flicking her nipples and squeezing her tits. He teased his cock head into her pussy and rubbed his thumb against her ass, wondering what her answer would be.

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Jillian arched her back, whining and groaning when he began to grind his cock against her lower region, both of his hands roaming towards her front so that he could play with her breasts at the same time. "Aah~" She moaned out as he slapped her tit, his words trickling into her mind one after the other and giving her a lot to consider. Her back arched, her ass pushing more into his groin while he kept on playing with her body in any which way he desired... he was leaving it up to her, was he? That was such a surprise, a wonderful surprise... Jillian would spend a couple of seconds thinking about it, weighing the pros and the cons up and down. On one hand, having her master finally fuck her ass would feel incredible, and it would mark him finally filling her final hole... on the other hand, Jillian could say with absolute certainty that it wouldn't have even a fraction of the same pleasure that she got whenever he stuffed her cunt... "mmmmmmhhhh..." She whined in annoyance, before finally tilting her head backwards and speaking.

"I want you to fuck me in my pussy again, master..." She exhaled loudly as he thumbed her cunt particularly roughly, she just couldn't get enough of it. There would be all kinds of time in the future for him to finally claim her ass... the two of them had years and years... Jillian just wanted to bask in the pure pleasure, and get as much of it as she could while it was still all so fresh and new to him. "Please... please fuck my cunt, master... is that acceptable?"

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"Of course, my sweet little slut. Master will give it to you nice... and..."Allan said, lining himself up and gripping her hips during his slight pauses. Then, "Good!" he said loudly, ramming his cock into her wet sex. He would claim her sweet, tight ass later; and he had some techniques that would make the experience even better for himself and Jillian when the time came. But for the moment, her tight, hot cunt was much better. Allan ground his cock along her walls, pawing at her breasts and trailing his lips along her bare shoulder. He nibbled at her neck and planted a kiss there.

"Mmm, how bad do you want my cock?" he asked, giving her ass a smack and then trailing his hand down from her ass to her thigh. He massaged the flesh as he moved his hand, his other hand kneading her stomach softly. He drove his cock in at a slow, but hard pace, intent on speeding up as the warm water soaked them both.

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Jillian cried out in joy, her tight pussy squeezing desperately to Allan's dick when he rammed into her dripping, soaked snatch. He began to use and abuse her body again, smacking her ass before running his hand down from her rear end to her thigh. She cried out happily, pushing her bottom end further back against him as she answered his question with a proud cry. "So badly... so badly master! Oh god~ Oh god please fuck me. Please... please fuck your fuck slave!" This would mark the first time that Jillian, of her own free will, referred to herself as Allan's slave. It was probably insignificant after everything that she had already done, everything that she had shown him, but it was a step nonetheless.

She started rolling her hips back against his dick, giving back every bit as good as she got while her fingers clenched into fists against the shower stall, the sexy redhead pushing away from it in order to have some form of support to keep her stable during Allan's most recent ravaging. Her breasts bounced and giggled up and down with each thrust, tiny specks of water flicking off of them as her elbows started to buckle a little bit. If Allan wanted, it would be all too easy to push her entire upper body up against the side of the shower stall... and with the way that the steam was building up, it would leave quite the stain in it's wake whenever he pulled her away later.

[Assistant] Allan couldn't describe the feeling when Jillian begged for him to fuck her, and especially after referring to herself as his slave. He obliged, driving himself harder and faster as she rolled her hips against his crotch, increasing the pleasure that had already been building. Allan slapped her tit and groped the other before sliding a hand down to her clit. He rubbed it teasingly, and as he took stock of the situation, he pressed Jillian forward, bringing her large breasts against the glass. He ravaged her pussy, roughly thrusting into her as he groaned in bliss. "Yess... MY slut... that's a good girl. Now, who is your master?" he demanded, giving her ass a firm spank and nibbling at her neck.

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Gillian tensed up, her pussy squeezing to Allan's dick tighter and harder with each and every smack of his tit, squeeze of her ample, firm chest, or spank of her ass. Every small abuse that he delivered on the rest of her body got him a small reward in the form of a momentary squeeze inwards, making it feel all the better as he kept on ravaging her. "Oh god!" She screamed out as she was suddenly pushed against the shower stall, her large tits rubbing and grinding against the steam stained glass while he demanded an answer out of her. She turned her head to the side, her cheek pressing against the glass as her arms pivoted upwards, hands open palm against the glass while she whined out her reply. "You are my master... you are! You're... you're the only man for me, and... and I am your personal slut!"

The collar was having a hayday on her mind, that statement once again causing euphoria to flow into her brain and pride to swell in her heart. Allowing Allan to fuck her brains out was a badge of honor, remaining in this position was a privilege and a pleasure, and Jillian was the luckiest girl in the entire world that she was able to revel in all of it. "M-Master..." She gasped out, unable to hold out for much longer, that familiar, blissful pressure building up in her loins. "Master I don't know if I can hold out much longer... please, please... w-will you cum inside of me again before I finish?"

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Allan growled and ran his teeth along Jillian's neck, feeling her already tight sex tighten around his throbbing cock. Her answer made him drive far enough in that the head of his prick pressed against her cervix, giving Jillian a burst of pleasure as he ground it in, then pulled out and slammed back. Allan's pace slowed, but his thrusts brought him as far as his cock could go, making him grunt and moan in ecstasy. He ran his finger through her hair and dug his fingers into her hip, feeling his cock throb and twitch.

He snarled and leaned close. "Oh, I'm going to paint your pussy white with cum, whore. Now... here. It. Comes!" Allan shouted, his thrusts primal and unrestrained as he felt the dam break, and his cum flooded Jillian's pussy. He continued to slowly slide his cock in and out, the semen gushing from his tip and overflowing from her sex.

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Jillian couldn't hold back any longer, her entire body going numb as she threw herself back against Allan for support, her body coming off of the shower stall and leaning back against him while her sweet nectar rushed out to meet his cum. Her eyes fluttered a little when she felt his jizz paint the entire insides of her womb, leaving the redhead fully, perfectly satisfied as their mixed fluids splashed out across Allan's groin, her thighs, and the shower floor beneath the two of them. Her heart hammered in her chest, and the instant that he gave up on his pressure over her, the redhead fell down to her knees in utter bliss. "Ooooh god... fuck..." She gasped and groaned, hugging herself a little as she started to recover from her incredible orgasm, and a dicking so powerful that she wasn't even able to stand up properly afterwards. What in the world made it all feel so damn good? Was it the drugs from last night? The collar? Was Jillian really just as much of a whore as Allan kept saying she was?

Thinking about it was a waste of time... she just wanted more. She would look back towards him, smiling gently as she spoke in a much more calm, contained voice. "Thank you... master..." She needed just another moment, before she started to shakily get back up to her knees and turn to face him. No doubt he wanted her to clean him now, seeing as how he was still dirty from the day before. The question was, was her master finally spent? Or would he want something extra added on with his washing? It wasn't her place to ask, she'd just wait until he gave him the command.

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Allan leaned back against the tile wall that made up the back of the shower, closing his eyes and catching his breath. He opened them and stared intensely at Jillian. Good. She was starting to really enjoy it now. Allan walked forward and ran his finger through Jillian's hair. The long, wet locks were like silk. He sighed and moved the finger down the side of her face. He leaned down and gave Jillian a soft kiss on the lips before pulling back and giving a grin.

"I'll be needing you to clean me, Jillian. If you do a good job, as with everything, you'll have a little reward. Perhaps... a treat before breakfast?" he said, mischief in his eyes.


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"Oh, yes, baby girl... remember, you're MINE!" He pulled on her hips one last time, ramming his dick as far into the girl as he could. He could feel his cock head beat at her cervix, crushing against it just before he began to cum. "Oh, fuck... NNNNGGGHHHHH!" He tensed, squeezing his balls tight to propel his seed into his own daughter. "Yes! FUCK!" The father fell forward, panting his fist on the mattress to either side of Jack's small body. He rammed her again, unloading another jet of thick, hot semen into her. Over and over he pumped into her, each time releasing his fluids directly into her womb.

"Huh... uhh... f-fuck..." Breathless, he let his big body fall atop his girl. Cock still wedged within her, he lay there suffocating her. With a grunt, he managed to pull his fat body away. His dick came free with an audible *pop* of suction release. As spent seed dripped down the girl's thighs, the man stepped around her to fall into her small bed. He was far too drunk still and tired to even make the trek to his own room. Leaning up just a bit, he reached over and pulled Jacks bindings free. "Come get in bed with Daddy, baby doll. You did real good tonight. Daddy'll give you more in the mornin', promise..." He wrapped a beefy arm around his daughter and drug her up to his side, pinning her there as he drifted off to sleep.

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Jack felt like her body was breaking apart. When her father rammed hard for his release, the helpless blonde's lithe frame buckled forward and then tensed. Her head left the comfort of the bedsheets and arched high in the air. The thick cock inside her was relentless against her velvet passage. Jack screamed out in agony, her back bent and eyes wide open. She could feel her father's sweaty skin everywhere. The firmness of how his pelvis pressed against her own ass, the tightness of how his body enveloped hers, capturing her as gushes of his seeds filled her womb. Each jerk forward made her yelp out in pain, a sound that was sharp and innocent, like the instinctive grunts she would make when something hurt her.

At the end of his orgasm, the man fell atop the helpless Jack. The weight immediately pressed against her lungs, squeezing all the air out of her in a wheezy huff and restricted her breathing. "Nnngh... aa-aah..." Her strangled voice was quiet and desperate. She couldn't breath, and as much as she tried to wriggle out, there was no escape. She could still feel his cock in her, possessing her like some satisfied conqueror.

When he finally pulled out, away from her suffocating lungs and out of the tight seal of her slit, Jack gasped out for a breath of air and then panted heavily. Quiet sobs followed. She was his, a toy to be used whenever it satisfied him. Cum dripped out of her abused pussy and down her sweat-laden legs. She felt her father untie her bonds and then pull her up the bed. Thick arms wrapped around her, reminding the young daughter who she really belonged to. Jack closed her eyes and cried. Her body quivered within her father's embrace. It took another hour before exhaustion finally took over. The next morning, Jack could feel her whole body aching. She was not used to being used so forcefully. Her ass was raw and light bruises appeared where her father gripped her. The blonde kept as still as she could, praying her father was still asleep.

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"SHNNGT!" He awoke with a snort, like a snore that stopped short as an alarm. The father took in a long, deep breath and let it out over his little girl. She was still clasped in his big arm against his chest. With a smile he grunted, "That was some fun last night, weren't it baby doll. But Daddy's got a helluva hangover. Damn..." He rubbed his head with an oily hand. He sat up, nudging his naked daughter onto a knee as if she were still a child.

"Good thing I ain't got work today. Gonna be just the two of us, hm? I bet you know all kinds a' ways to make Daddy's headache go away, don'cha?" He ran his free hand over the girl's body, squeezing her firm mounds and patting her thigh as it passed. The result was a steady rise in his manhood. Soon it was a raging erection, throbbing for another release. He smiled again, thankful he had the remedy right there.

"First thing's first, though. Daddy needs some help with this big ole' problem here." He reached down to grip his massive cock, stroking it as he spoke. Even his large hand barely covered it. "Now you be a good girl and get down on the floor. I bet you won't even need breakfast after you swallow what I've got for yah." Finally he released Jack, waiting for her to do as he commanded.

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Jack whimpered as her father brought her to his knee. She felt so small, her petite frame easily half the size of him. Her green eyes followed the hungry hand, wincing as he squeezed her breasts and watering when he patted her thigh. She knew what was going to happen. It was her new duty now, one that she's forced to do. The thick cock grew into an intimidating pillar, hard and pungent in smell. She closed her eyes, and a tear dropped onto his sack.

"Now you be a good girl and get down on the floor. I bet you won't even need breakfast after you swallow what I've got for yah." She saw him stroking it, his eagerness to abuse her with his thick shaft was clear in his eyes. Terrified of being held down, fucked and left sore and sobbing, Jack nodded quietly. Her head was dipped and her hair covered her face, but slouching submissive posture she carried was than enough to express how obedient she is trying to be.

Kneeling on the floor and between his legs, Jack leaned forward, her weight on her knees and took the tip of his shaft into her mouth. She bobbed lightly, sucking the crown, using her tongue to wet his tip, as if knowing it's better to do this in case he wanted to fuck her again.

[User] The man smiled and let his eyes close out of delight. "Yes, baby girl... that's a start." He looked down at her after a moment. "Not good, but a start. Suck it like a real woman should know how to." He laid a hand on the girl's small head and urged her further. With very little strength, he could still overpower her any hesitation or reluctance she had. The man pushed Jack's face down over him, forcing her to stretch her jaw and lips while inch after inch of his thick member slid passed. "You don't want Daddy to have to take over, would you?" The threat would hopefully sink it. The father didn't want to have to heave his girl back onto the bed and fuck her face. He needed her to learn how to suck him properly for future uses.

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Jack felt the hand on her head and immediately doubled down her effort. She could feel her father pushing her head down, forcing her to take more of his thick length. The daughter instantly obeyed. She was afraid of what he could do to her if she didn't listen. Last night was still vivid in her mind and the last thing Jack wanted was to be held down and fucked hard. Jack opened her mouth wider and felt the tip of he cock slide deeper into her throat. She gagged, a guttural sound that followed the clenching of her eyes and a quick jerk against his hand. Jack pulled back, only slightly to take in a breath before leaning in to suck her father again.

Her tongue worked to massage his length, sliding up and down, then around the girth. She nuzzled close between his legs, her body looked so petite kneeling on the ground. Jack wanted to be the daughter. She busied herself over her father's shaft, slurping, sucking and then sliding it down her throat. It would have looked so perverted from afar. A man thick of muscle and fat sitting on the small bed, his weight indenting into the mattress. Between his legs, a petite blonde, on her kneels and leaned into the man's crotch. Her blonde head bobbing back and forth, a thick hand holding her in place, possessively. The bedroom was silent apart from the oral service from Jack. She was really trying, her tongue never stopping, her gagging erupting between every few minutes of having a thick cock in her throat.

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"MMmmmm, there's my good girl. Learn t' suck your Daddy's big cock like a real whore and maybe he'll give you a reward." The man leaned back on his elbows, content to allow the girl to go at his member on her own. He lazily looked around Jack's room, chuckling at the thought of it becoming her personal dungeon. He could call his friends over some time to line up outside her door and take turns. Hell, maybe he'd even let them go at her all at once. That would destroy the poor little college girl. It didn't hurt his feelings at all. If anything, the idea made him even harder.

Looking down at Jack, the father gave a sigh. As much as he was enjoying his little girl sucking and gagging on him, it wasn't quite enough to really get him off yet. He took her small head in both large, strong hands and grumbled, "Fuck it; I'll do it myself. Maybe you'll get better later." He began using the girl as a masturbation toy, beating her head down over his raging erection again and again. Faster and faster he continued, feeling his long cock pound against the back of her throat and bend down to stretch it out horribly. "MMmm, fuck! Yes, that's it... oh, baby girl... get ready for your reward... heh..."

[Assistant] Jack felt the rough hands grip her head tightly. She paused and made a terrified whimper. She could sense what was coming, and before the blonde could voice her concern, her father had plunged her head down his hardened shaft. Jack grew quiet. She couldn't talk, or breath. Her mouth gaped open and the thick length repeatedly penetrated her. The gurgling at the back of her throat soon took over. Her hands were raised and desperate, fighting and slapping at her father's arms. Jack struggled as much as she could. But there was no escaping her father. Her world became dizzy; her head moved so fast back and forth she could barely see.

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"Hah! Little slut thinks she can fight." The flailing arms of the girl only made her father laugh. He was too far into the roll of a solid orgasm to stop. Ignoring the helpless little arms, he continued to beat the girl's face with his pelvis. His cock forced its way into her throat and out again, offering her no end of horrible suction into her stomach. His big balls, full of semen once more, slapped at her chin and neck. "NNnnngghhhh! FUCK!!"

The man groaned hard, thinking this was an even better orgasm than the one he'd had the previous night. He pulled his cock out of his daughter until only the head remained in her mouth. "Take it, baby girl... drink Daddy's cum on down..." His muscles tensing again and again, the father unleashed jet after jet of thick, hot semen into the girl's mouth. His balls tightened, determined to squeeze out every last drop. Just when he was about finished, the man pulled away completely. He held his girl's head in his grip, however. The long member continued to fired streaks of cum over the girl's face, matting her sweat-caked hair and covering her flesh in a glistening sheen.

As soon as he was done, the man released his hold. He let the girl fall on the floor while he stood and collected his worn, smelling clothes. "Go get yourself cleaned up, slut. You look like shit..." He stepped over her broken body and out of Jack's room in just a couple strides.

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Jack's failing eventually grew weak. She was losing consciousness. Her hands clawed at her father's thighs and her head fought to leave the invading cock in her mouth. But every time she felt like gained some advantaged, the man's overwhelming strength would push her back, reminding her who was in control. When her father pulled back until only its tip remained in her mouth, Jack heaved and panted frantically. With no break given, streams of cum erupted into her mouth. Jack's throat caught a burst and immediately choked on it. More cum filled her opened mouth, a small well of white settled into the back of her tongue. She didn't dare close her mouth; her father had ordered her to take everything. She glanced up at her father and saw his cock aimed at her face. Streaks of white smeared across her damp hair, eyes, nose, chin and neck.

When she was released, Jack fell back on her rear and remained deathly still. She was in shock. She closed her mouth and with a wince, swallowed her father's cum. Whatever remained on her face had a pungent smell. Jack lowered her head and began to sob quietly. She felt utterly used, like a toy that had served its purpose and is momentarily tossed away. She sat on the floor, naked and stained with cum; her faced smeared with her father's fresh release and her pussy with the old. Leaning over the bed, Jack stood up on aching limbs. She staggered into the shower, washed herself and locked herself in her room. The blonde had no classes today, which meant she was a prisoner in her own home; the only was out was to go pass the living room. She doubt her father wanted her to leave.

Almost an hour later, Jack walked into the kitchen on her tiptoes. She reached into the fridge and found a bottle of water. Drinking deeply, the blonde returned the bottle and turned around, hoping to sneak back to her room and lock the door again. She was dress casually, but a pair of jeans was specifically selected to make her feel more safe; harder to pull down. Now that her father had used her, there was nothing that could stop him from doing it again.

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It was a relatively quiet morning. Jack's father sat in his customary chair, legs up and leaned back while the drops of beer that missed his mouth spilled on his chest. On the television was yet another sports game. Sometimes it was football, others baseball. This time of the morning there was only either golf or bowling. It didn't matter which he watched, only that it was sports. The man would have been mistaken for deceased, particularly for the lack of movement and the smell. Occasionally he'd move to scratch or pick up another warm beer from last night's leftover sprue of what was formerly 6 at the side of the chair. When Jack was just about to leave the kitchen was unfortunately the moment her dad had finished his last of the 2 he had left that morning.

Shuffling into the nearby room, the man yawned and stretched.  He scratched his crotch, again clothed by his dirty jeans. "Mornin', sweetie. Can't wait to see what you got for breakfast." He closed in on her, reaching his big, thick arms around to pull her into either a hug or suffocation. Both looked terribly similar when someone was the size of Jack.

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Jack saw her father walk into her room and immediately stood up from the bed. She was as as stiff as a twig, her eyes startled and her lips quivering. The blonde's fingers curled into fists; it wasn't an aggressive gesture, but more that she needed a way to tense up. She watched her father approach her, each step causing her eyes to dial up until he before her, several heads taller and twice as wide. The man was disgusting. He was drinking again.

The stench of beer was strong, but not nearly as much as his horrid body odor. She watched him scratch his crotch and held her breath. Did he want it again? Jack took a step back, but her father closed in, wrapping her in his thick arms. Jack felt herself being crushed; it probably didn't require much strength from her father. The petite blonde wheezed out a breath and squealed in discomfort. Her arms were pressed so tightly to her sides. "I-I'll make it now." She managed to say, her voice straining under the tight hug. "I-I'm sorry it's late."

[User] The man had seen his daughter tense and make some futile attempt at defending herself, but it registered about as much as seeing a dog barking on the side of the road when you're driving by. He simply chuckled and let her loose. "Good girl, I better supervise you so you don't burn the house down. Little whore like yourself ain't good for much more than fucking anyway." He reached around and gave the girl a swat on the ass before standing aside. His intentions were to eat a hot breakfast, yes, but even more so he planned to give a few more orders that would spice up the morning. "Get to it, little girl. Don't wanna get your Daddy mad, hm?" He adjusted the bulge in his crotch, which was visibly larger by then. Whether she believed it or not, Jack's father had the lust of a teenager. He planned to make use of her young body throughout the day; again... and again... and again... and again..

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Jack sighed as the pressure around her body was released. She swallowed nervously and glanced up at her father. It was so easy for him to control her, to dominate her. All it took was a tight embrace to remind her what he was capable off. "Good girl, I better supervise you so you don't burn the house down. Little whore like yourself ain't good for much more than fucking anyway."

The young blonde lowered her head and nodded. She felt like she certainly was a whore that was good for nothing but fucking. Her body still ached from the night's violent fucking. The slap across her rear caused Jack to yelp and almost jump on the spot. She quickly scurried into the kitchen and prepared to cook. She knew her father would be behind her soon, and that terrible thought made her hands to move quicker. Jack rushed through the cabinets, retrieving a frying pan and a tray of eggs. She opened the fridge and took out a bag of bacon and bread. The young blonde was flustered. She opened the egg tray and accidentally dropped one on the floor. "S-shit!" She cursed, almost on the verge of tears. The blonde was a bundle of nerves. She was afraid of doing something that upset her father, or something that made him take her away. "I'm, I'm sorry... I'll clean that up." Jack knelt on the floor and wiped the mess with a hand towel. She stood up, leaned over the kitchen and began to wash the cloth under a running faucet.

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He'd just made it into the kitchen when Jack dropped the egg. The look on his face was like any other; full of contempt. He wasn't surprised or angered by the blunder. The man had come to expect such accidents from his good for nothing daughter. He considered holding her to the floor and making her lick up the raw egg as punishment while he fucked her round rear, but the little prick tease was too fast for him to enact that plan. She'd collected the broken shell and cleaned up the egg before he could even step up to her. Seeing Jack use the sink gave him a better idea, however.

"Can't go a fucking half hour without messing something else up, can you? God damned cunt starts out the day with a face full of cum like a typical slut, then dirties my floor with fucking breakfast! It goes in the pan, not the ground, dumb bitch!" He rose his voice, more to frighten the small girl more than anything else. Jack's father advanced on her, catching her before she could leave the counter. "Maybe I aught t' wash you my damn self. Let's try that." He gripped her arm with one strong hand and her hair with the other. In one swift motion, he had her face in the sink beneath the running water. Her cloth had fallen in, stopping it up sufficiently. The man smiled sadistically, holding her face in the dirty water as it rose. All the while, the whole event was simply making him harder and harder.

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Jack twitched in fear and clenched her eyes shut as her father's booming voice pierced her ears. "I-I'm sorry!" She whimpered back, lowered her head into her shoulders and fumbling with the cloth inside the sink. She had expected this kind of treatment from her father. She did not receive a warm welcome when she first arrived, and nor did it change ever since. Jack was a burden. She came with expenses that her father was forced to pay. She was an extra mouth to feed, another user of electricity and water. The blonde had tried to ignore the scathing comments her father would make; he had the right to. But now, she was terrified of what would happen next.

Jack screamed in pain as the hand gripped at her hair. Before she could react, her head was pushed into the sink. The cloth slipped over the drain and caused a blockage. A steady rise of water crept up her face. The young woman shrieked out in utter horror. Her legs began to kick and her bent arms pushed against the side of the sink. "D-daddy please!" Her voice was almost a pitched shrill. The water rose until they freely entered her mouth. "Daddy! Stop! Sto---ugh, blub!" Jack wanted to beg, but the water rushed into her open mouth and caused her to choke, which in turn made her drink more dirty water. Her head fought hard under her father's hand. The gurgling sounds of her slow drowning was loud and clear even under the constant gushing of water from the faucet. Her panicked eyes darted up and tried to find her father. She fought and fought, but there was no escape. She knew it.