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Gruk grumbled to himself as he strode silently though the brush. The orc ranger had been more upset with people going through his home unannounced, but even more annoyed with them acting like they could just threaten him I his own territory. As he strode along the tall orc was careful to duck and gently brush the branches aside rather than break them, the added weight of the dwarven female on his shoulder not helping matters. She had been bound and gagged by the males he had encountered, and while he was not one to keep someone against their will, her look spoke volumes to the possibility she would wind up dead in a hole if he let her go off on her own.

"I am taking you back to my home for now." He said in a rather choppy dwarven language, most certainly not helped by the face covering her wore to his his tusks and muffle his breathing for hunts. he had done his best to learn when he could, but the last dwarves had been more obliged to think he was just learning their language to trick them latter. Who was he to argue though, his entire race had a history of beating people into submission and taking what they wanted.

He took a large step over a fallen tree, his big hand gripping her rear tightly as he secured her on his shoulder, wanting to be sure she did not fall off.

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Natalyna shivered, not that she was cold but that the huge Orc had a hold of her the way he did. When she ran from her human captors, she didn't expect to find Gruk at all as she made her way into the woods. He was easily over twice her size by her judgment. She was very surprised when he had killed those who had pursued her and then took her with him as he made his way through the dense forest, carrying her even though she declined on more than one occasion. His hand on her ass made her shift a bit, slightly unnerved at having someone touch her there.

"I... I can make my own way from here." She had told him earlier, only to lose the argument to land her on his shoulders, his hand on her ass as they walked.

She remained silent, looking straight ahead of her out of fear of both him and how high up she was from the ground.

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As he strode deeper through the forest, Gruk finally would stop before a large cliff side, a rope ladder before them. He contemplated the idea of carrying her further,before he shook his head. Too risky to climb one handed, much less carry her. As he set her on her feet between him and the rock face he pulled his dagger from his belt cutting the bindings on her hands before he stooped down to get the ones on her ankles. Finished he stood back u and pushed her gently towards the ladder his eyes focused on her as he waited.

"Climb." was all he growled out as he crossed his arms keeping her trapped between his massive frame and the rock face. He took a second to look up the 20ft ladder to his home, making sure nothing was out of place, the cave overhead dark as usual.

[Assistant] Natalyna rubbed her wrists after he had cut her bindings loose, the dwarven woman looking up at him before judging the ladder. She gave it a tug to check its sturdiness before beginning the long climb up, using her arms to haul herself up onto the cliff and rolling a few feet from the edge before standing up and walking back to the ladder, looking at him as he made his way up, "Why are you helping me?"

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"'Cause I felt like it." He growled as he hauled himself up at the top of he ladder. He hauled up the rope ladder biding it together and putting it under a stacked set of rocks before turning to her once more. He spun her on her feet marching her into the the cave. His eyes were quick to adjust as he guided her into a small home he had made out of the cave, the light from the mouth dimmed by a turn in the tunnels.

As he guided her to what looked like a makeshift bed of leaves and furs he grabbed her wrists, a soft leather strap now round her wrists as he bound her arms behind her back.

"Need to go cook dinner, not wanting you toying with anything." He said gruffly as he pulled the binds tight before he was forcing her down on the bed and bound her ankles together as well. "Stay put, wont be gone long."

With that he left her their having rolled her onto her back, before gathering a pot and other items for making a stew, the cave obviously not being ventilated enough for cooking in. He had take a moment to light a candle for her, and while the space was sparse it did have a home like quality to it, if you ignored all the baubles and other various ingredients on the walls and on makeshift shelves.

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Natalyna flinched as he bound her again, her heart racing as she laid there on his bed. She had been a prisoner once and she wouldn't do it again. She managed to get herself into a sitting position and looked around, her eyes landing on him as he cooked. He was broad shouldered and very well built if a bit stocky. She sighed as she lowered her head, shaking it as her red hair framed her face.

"You didn't have to tie me up you know." She said softly, fear in her voice, "I wasn't planning on doing anything. Thank you for helping me. I shouldn't have been so rude."

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"Still safer than sorry." Gruk commented as he continued with the cooking, his hands reaching for his knife as she chopped up some vegetables as well as meat which he added to the pot. He finally looked in her direction as the pot simmered. "As far as the rudeness, not at all surprised with How those fools were treating you. Besides I know how your kind acts round mine."

He turned back to the pot as he went on. "Though to be honest I more did it for your sake than my own. Some of the herbs I collected are not safe to touch, as I don't need you poisoning yourself by mistake."

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Natalyna sighed as she sat there, "Well can you at least loosen the ones around my wrists a tad bit? I can feel my fingers going numb from my struggling and I fear I tighted the bonds by accident."

She watched him, her stomach growling as the smell of the stew filled the air around them, "Smells divine."

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While he did not look in her direction, the eye roll could be felt pretty prominently as took his mask off finally. his jawline seemed almost normal till one saw the tusks sticking out from his bottom lip, the large protrusions an evident sign of his heritage, along with his earthen skin tone. He placed the lid on the pot as he rose to his feet moving towards her once more, as he did he took a second to look round her for anything out of place, and seeing nothing harmful stepped forward. The bindings on her wrists were tight alright, obviously from her squirming. As he undid them he was careful not to leave more marks. the reprieve was short lived however as he re bound her wrists after making sure she would not tighten these ones.

"Now sit till while I finish the meal." he growled as he grabbed a large bowl and wooden utensils, returning to his cooking pot. "I wish people were a little less judgmental, maybe it would make things easier to deal. Last time I talked to someone they tried to gouge my eyes out in my sleep. Time before that, some paladin decided I was evil even though I never hurt a soul. Even your kind has turned me away before, unwilling to trade with a barbaric monster."

The light from the cave mouth was fading now, the sun having been well into the afternoon when he rescued her. the fire light outlined his towering frame stooped over the cooking pot as he was, the candle the only other light as it cast slight glow upon his back, showing pocked and scared skin. A soft clang of the ld being pulled off once more as the smell got stronger. he ladled some of the makeshift stew into the bowl before turning to her once more.

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"Thank you." Natalyna said with a soft smile as he rebound her wrists. Truthfully she hated it but at least these bonds were not as tight as the ones her human captors had put her in. She remained sitting up, being careful not to squirm around too much so that she didn't tighten the bonds he had replaced on her any more than they were. She sighed softy as he spoke, giving a nod as sadness filled her eyes.

"It is true, my people are not the most kind. I will change that when I return home and take my father's throne when he returns to the Ancestors." Natalyna said, "Of that you have my promise good Sir."

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"Promises. Often made, and just as often broken." he said with a yawn as he sat before her now with the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other. "I expect nothing from your kind. But I fear you may want to be more wary of who you trust."

He pulled a small coin purse from his belt jingling it before turning out its contents with one hand. gems and various other precious materials dumped into the makeshift bed, the few coins having the markings of the dwarven clan smiths. "Judging by this someone wanted you gone, made it look like a kidnapping to keep suspicion off themselves."

He set the bag down letting it all sink in before he let out a great sigh spooning up the first bite of stew and after blowing at it once held it out before her. "Worries for later, best to eat now."

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Her eyes widened at the coin purse, half of what was there was her mother's jewelry. She stared at it as he spoke. Anger at her people boiling in her veins as she blinked back tears that threatened to flow.

When he held the spoon out to her, Natalyna accepted the bite, smiling as the stew filled her mouth. It was easily one of the best she had ever tasted. She swallowed it and nodded, "Thank you and I will be more wary from now on."

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"Good for you." Gruk replied with a nod, as he scooped up another bite still feeding her. He kept up this partner for as long as she accepted the food. "Course you just need to find someone you know you can trust. Or pay someone to be that person."

He paused after those words thinking about what he said before continuing on. "Then again, people who get paid for trust tend to be the easiest to pay off, so forget I said that."

Gruk set the bowl side after she had had her fill sitting cross-legged before er now as he met her eyes, the golden brown pupils fixing her with a stare both trying to read her, but compassionate enough to not pry. "I sense you know who did this though, who told those men to abduct you. If so I would advise against returning home right away."

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Natalyna ate her fill and nodded as he sat across from her, "Yeah, not surprised my youngest brother would do this. He's been all up in arms ever since my eldest brother died and I was named the next heir to the throne. He said he wanted it for himself so he could rule and take over other dwarven kingdoms. Doesn't surprise me at all that he'd behind this."

She shifted and leaned against the wall of the cave, "Thank you for dinner, that was really good."

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"Probably not as good as the food back home I am sure." He reached out unbinding her ankles before moving round to get her wrist. The bindings gone the big oaf sprawled out on the bed his body causing it t sag a little bit. "I suggest you not leave tonight, but if you feel you must ten I wont stop you."

Gruk closed his eyes his massive arms folded behind his head as he lay there.

[Assistant] Natalyna rubbed her wrists and her ankles, looking around and giving him a smile as she moved off of the bed into a clear corner to stretch out, "Thank you. What's your name by the way? I'm Natalyna."

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She would not get very far as he shifted over dragging her back down onto the bed beside him. "Gruk, and trust me you don't want to sleep on the floor, you will be chilled to the bone by morning."

Gruk shifted over a bit more before laying a animal skin over her,tucking it around her before closing his eyes once more. He let out another long yawn as he made a pillow of his hands once more. "I will be sure to keep my hands to myself through the night, so feel free to just relax."

[Assistant] Natalyna smiled as she settled into the surprisingly warm bed, "Thank you Gruk." She yawned and closed her eyes, easily falling asleep within minutes

[User] The next morning, the cave was filled with the smell of roasted meat and something else. Gruk would be sitting before his cooking pot once more as he prepped breakfast, a soft thunk of stone on wood rhythmical filling the space as well. He paused, crunching on something he had popped in his moth before throwing it in a pan over a stone cook top set up over his fire. He seemed in his own little world as he worked, his hands never stopping, but never seeming to be moving pointlessly.

[Assistant] Natalyna woke up with a smile and watched him as she sat up, not saying a word as she leaned against the wall at the head of the bed. Her hair all over the place from finally being able to rest without a worry in the world. True Gruk was an Orc but he wasn't like any she had encountered in the past. Her eyes wandered over to the coin purse that still laid at the foot of the bed, the contents out all over the place. She picked up a ruby and diamond ring, placing it on her finger in silence as she kept her head low, thinking things over.

[User] The orc was still working at breakfast, but looking over saw here sitting there. He just sighed as he took in her expression keeping his thoughts to himself before he served up food, the bowl and utensils from the night prior set before her now as he sat on the floor beside the bed. "Only two thing you can do about all this. Revenge, or let it go. To be honest I am not one for letting things go, but in this case you would be accusing family for this sort of thing."

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Natalyna smiled as she began to eat, looking at Gruk as she tilted her head to the side. True, Gruk was an ass and it would be like him to stoop to this level but he had more military training than she had and she wondered if it would be possible to overthrow him.

"Do you think we can take them on or should I seek help elsewhere?" She asked, leaving the unsaid invitation to continue to travel with her in the air.

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"We?" he asked with a pause, but shook his head and decided to reason the logic. "You don't need to fight him head on, just remove him through other means."

Gruk returned to the fire serving up his own food as he thought on it. "If he sees himself a solider you could try and challenge him for the rights to the throne, or even just pay assassins to end him. sometimes we need to do things we don't want in order to make things better."

[Assistant] Natalyna nodded as she ate, "Many have tried unsuccessfully to have him killed. His years in the military has him prepared for anything that my people can throw at him. I need help from an outsider, someone he would not expect to come to the aid of a Dwarf. If you help, I can pay you handsomely for your trouble once he is disposed of and I take my place on the throne as Queen."

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"I don't need wealth." Said flatly as he munched away at hos own meal moving over to sit beside her. "What would I even do with wealth? I live in a cave in the wilderness cause most see me as a danger."

Gruk wolfed down the rest of his food setting the bowl he had been eating from aside. "Besides, I am sure if you took me with I would've accused as your abductor, unless I had some means of showing I was not a villain."

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Natalyna thought for a moment, then smiled, taking one of the large gems from the pile at the foot of the bed and handing it to him, "Here. This will be proof that I asked for your help."

She smiled again, looking him over, finding her heart beating fast as she did. She turned and blushed, "You'll also have my loyalty and alliance to get whatever you need done. No matter what it is."

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"You realize most would frown on having an orc in a dwarf city, and be even less likely to forgive any transgressions right?" Gruk said with a sigh as he took the gem but just set it aside for now. "You are asking me to help you go after your kin, and wore yet, after a future king."

He folded his arms as he thought long about the situation, and how much of a pain this could prove. but she was asking him for help,and if he turned his back now he would be dooming her to death. "If I help you what happens after the job is done? I go back to living here, and you forget we ever met?"

[Assistant] "A future king that has no legitimate right to the throne." Natalyna said as she smiled, looking up at him again from where she sat, "I know this will most likely be trouble, I may even be exiled for trying but I need to avenge what was done to me no matter the cost. As for what will happen to you, should I succeed, you are free to stay within my kingdom if you wish and start a new life over. Or you may get whatever treasure you ask for."

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"Again you seem to have the wrong idea. Treasure means nothing to me." He said beginning to move about the cave. Gruk was packing a number of items, the pack about as big as her as he stuffed in many items. Herbs, rations, and the like. "But we will forge that path when it comes time."

The travel pack filled he set aside the gear turning back to her. "Can leave when you are ready."

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Natalyna smiled as she moved off the bed, standing up and brushing her knees off, taking the coin pouch and leaving the gems as she put the coins in it, "We can take off right now. I am eager to deal with my brother."

She smiled again as she walked next to him, looking up at him, "Thank you. May I know the name of my protector?"

[User] "You seem to be forgetful miss." Gruk commented as he slung his pack on his shoulders. He moved towards the cave entrance as he stretched his arms, a pair of handaxes and a bow being slung up with the rest of his gear. "My name is Gruk, Simple and easy to remember."

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"Ah that's right." Natalyna said as she blushed, "I'm sorry Gruk, this is all new to me still and I'm still reeling over the information you provided me. Please call me Nat."

She moved beside him, arms over her chest as she took in the morning's rays of light, "It is peaceful here though. How did you ever find such a place?"

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"After years of being chased out of towns and cities, one needs to find a place where they can live without any issue of hate wanting to harm them." Gruk replied a he dropped the latter down Gesturing for her to go first. As he climbed down as well he dropped a length of rope before him, tugging it once at the foot. the rope latter falling to the ground before he rolled it up and stuffed it under another set of rocks. "There, no one getting in with out climbing the cliff."

He stood tall as he turned to stroll off the direction he had come from the day prior with her, pausing only to wait for her to follow. "Shall we then?"

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Natalyna smiled as she nodded, catching up to him quickly as she adjusted the tunic around her, making sure the coin purse had not come open in the climb from the cliff.

"It's about a five days travel on foot. If we want to get there sooner, we'll have to find someone either willing to sell us a horse and cart or take us personally." She said after a few minutes.

[User] "Nothing wrong with a good walk." Gruk replied with a smile, his strides steady as he led the way. He was making his way to the nearest town. It would be the best place to start their quest and make sure they had the resources.

[Assistant] Natalyna followed him, keeping an eye on their surroundings as they headed in the direction of Ravenfall, an Elven town and a not to friendly town at that. She sighed as she walked, looking down and kicking at rocks here and there, her mind wandering as they continued in silence.

[User] "Whats on your mind?" Gruk asked bluntly after she kicked her fifth stone. "Judging by your actions, you seem upset by something. Not second guessing your choice are you?"

[Assistant] "Huh... oh I'm just thinking of how to deal with my traitor brother." Natalyna said as she looked up, hands in her pockets, "I've never had to face off with a member of my own family, no matter how cruel they've been to anyone. That was always handed by my father and his men."


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Jasmine looked at the young man in front of her. "I repeat, you are not strong enough. How many times do I have to tell you?" Charle Castex sat in the wheelchair in front of her. She had known him since she first starting to look after his father. And after his father died, she moved onto caring for his son,

Charle was stubborn, wanting to do anything and everything. His argument, his father could do most of everything at his age. The only difference, his father was never as sick as Charle was. "Don't make me take you to your room and take your chair away." She threatened. Jasmine wasn't trying to be cruel, her tail whipped back and forth, she was worried about him, knowing what could easily happen if he pushed himself too much.

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Charle would have visibly cringed in his chair had the two not been in an argument. It always bothered the young man whenever he got into fights with his caretaker whom he admittedly had a crush on. However this was one of those times whenever those secret feelings clashed with what was best for his health. After all he knew enough about Jasmine's kind to know that they respected strength especially in their mates no matter the gender. What he didn't know, which was understandable given that creatures like Jasmine were not common, was that this so called ''respect of strength'' was as ambiguous standard to say the least. Meaning it could be strength of the mind or heart... it varied on the individual,

"Jasmine, I can get up and walk if I use my cane. I know you are just trying to help, but I am not a cub in need of pampering that much I can assure you. I have been pushing myself on my therapy exercises in secret so that maybe we could take a walk together after all... see look I have gotten better." It was this revelation of doing something else that he wasn't supposed to... that came with the young man grabbing the cane out of the back of his wheel chair where it sat in its holder. He was very weak with his legs and normally without Jasmine's help Charle would not have been able to stand up which was why he was purposefully close to the wall. One hand pressed against it the other using his cane to balance as he stood up and slowly a beaming smile came to his face, as he looked up at the women through the long black locks that hung over his face. He seemed so proud of himself.

"Look Jasmine I told you I could do it now we just need to get everything together..." Just like that his world came crashing down. Suddenly the young man found it hard to breathe, again and again he tried, but just couldn't catch his breath properly. Falling to the side to prop himself against the wall the moment that he clutched his chest and began to sink to the floor Jasmine would know what was going on. The noises that the young man made as his chest would jerk forward, one hand clutching his shit over his heart and the other reaching out to clutch at Jasmine's leg... seeking any bit of comfort that he could find there from her strength. Charle completely collapsed when one of his arms started to convulse as well, it was all... painful... and the soft stream of tears that feel from his eyes came less from any pain, but more to the fact that he was so used to it... and he always hated Jasmine seeing him so helpless.

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Jasmine stiffened her jaw. She had a feeling he had been keeping a secret. "Charle, please, you know what happens if you push yourself." She tried to argue, but he wasn't hearing it. He grabbed his cane, and stood up from the chair. She went to help him, but the look in his eyes told her to keep back. Her tail kept whipping back and forth in worry and tension. He was pushing it too hard, getting to worked up. She didn't like this, didn't like what she knew would most likely happen. "Please." She asked him softly.

Then Charle was down, he just said he could do it, when he collapsed. "Charle!" She went to him, taking him in her arms as he clutched his chest. It was jerking, harshly. His breathing was strained, almost choking like. He was paler. She bit her lip. "Come on, its going to be ok, just breath." She hated seeing him like this. She wiped his tears, trying to comfort him. His arm shook, and it almost seemed to spread...

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He could get used to the pain, oh he could always get used to the pain. No matter what his shrink said about his mental problems being connected to his own buried worry over his sickness... Charle always felt that he had gotten used to it by now. He wanted to be just as strong as his father after all, but he always failed and when he did... that was what created the sight of something that he could never get used to. The worry for him that was spread over Jasmine's face, even as he choked and his body went against his desires in full force because of the way that it stretched him out. There was only one way that he knew of that he could provide the women comfort right now... as well as get himself to calm down enough just to try and draw in a breath.

Moving his free hand slowly traveled up her back, neck, and head... Charle gently began to scratch his beloved guardian right behind the ears. Rubbing on them just like one would a normal cat, except he knew that she was no normal cat. Sure she purred like one and had a tail like one, even once when his father had been in mortal danger he had witnessed her transform into anthropomorphic cat like being whose fur color matched that of Jasmine's ears and tails. The pair had not been together long enough at least as long as the other had been taking care of his father. At this point the young man just wanted his choking to stop, and his heart to stop with its spasms, even as buried his face into the crook of the tigress' shoulder, blushing softly at the presence of being so close to the being he had a crush on,

It seemed like forever before he could finally catch his breath and the movement of his arm finally calmed down. During all that time the young man did all he could in order to stay cuddled up next to Jasmine knowing that she would keep him safe. In a way that was what helped him get through it... it was what helped him get through most of his episodes as well as get through his nightmares, anxiety problems, and just whatever else life threw his way. Slowly, but surely Charle would reluctantly follow Jasmine's instructions in timid baby steps. Taking one breath at a time until he was breathing normally again and could speak, "I think I am better now Jasmine... sorry about that. I didn't mean to make you worry I was simply trying to prove to you that I could walk around with no trouble so we could go on a picnic together."

Charle never did get to leave the house much because of his illness and the cold weather outside, but Jasmine would know that there was more to it than that. The things that were hidden from the young man, like his father's shady business dealings, were those that would necessitate him staying safely inside the walls of the mansion and on its well protected grounds... spacious as they were.

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Jasmine sighed, almost purring, her body almost relaxing as he rubbed her the ears that emerged from her golden brown hair. The fact he found the strength to do so said something about him, but it didn't mean he could be careless all the time. She held him closer, feeling his face, his breath, pressed into her. Her hand stroking his hair, her blue teal eyes closing as she did so. "That's it, breath." She took a deep breath, almost to guide him to do the same.

When he spoke again she nodded. "I know, trust me I know. And I promise you, when the weather is warmer, and there isn't as much crap on the ground" 'And your safety can be assured' she thought. "I'll take you, wheel you as far a I need to." She smiled at him, her mouth open enough you could see the hint of a fang. "But for now, I think you need a good steam, warm your muscles and clear your lungs. What do you think?" She lifted him, her striped arms holding him easily.

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"Why Jasmine why do we have to wait until then, I mean I trust you with my life just like my father did. So why do you need to worry about a little leaves or even the occasional snow... come on where is your sense of adventure?" The last part was added as a playful tease and to show the tigress that he was starting to truly feel better beyond just the clearing of his heart problem that had plagued him moments before. Charle had a secondary goal in his request wither Jasmine knew it or not and that was the desire to see his guardian dressed up in her fancy winter clothing, the kind that she had been provided by his father and made to look in a certain way that well... Charle found to be classic and sexy. He would never admit it to Jasmine out loud, but he still tried to get them to go outside together when he could to admire her like that. She was one of the few wondrous things he had in life and he looked up to her like a goddess... even more so in those moments,

"Wait... what... what did you say? I mean I guess we could if you wouldn't mind joining me please?" The words came out in an adorably nervous stutter as his face was covered in a cute red blush. Charle's arms seemingly couldn't wrap around the women's neck fast enough as he buried his face into the crook of her neck as she carried him along in the direction of the steam bath, "Oh and while we are there can you turn into your other form Jasmine... I mean... well... I... just..." He stumbled all over himself whenever he tried to explain himself like this. Glad that he didn't have to look his guardian in the eye the human hoped that she wouldn't mind letting him have his time the awe and majesty he found her other side to be. Jasmine's fully transformed state into her natural form was something of such strength and beauty all in one creature that was feared by many of his father's enemies for good reason. For the young man whom she held in her arms it was only another reason that he cared for her so much, making his attraction run that much deeper given how much he cared.

True he liked Jasmine either way, as a human or in her hybrid state, but her hybrid form did appeal to him a bit more, not that he would tell her that much. How much she knew about this... well... it would be one secret that the poor dear could not keep simply given that Jasmine would be able to smell his arousal even if slight given what she was. It had always been the fact she was such a professional on the matter that she might not have said anything or so that was what Charle believed. There was no way an 'hybrid' like Jasmine couldn't use her heightened sense of smell to tell when he was like that... even if he was doing a good job of hiding the more outward signs, "Well what do you think? I mean it has been a long time... actually I don't think you ever had. It would make up for us not getting to have a picnic together outside somewhere?"

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Jasmine sighed. "Of course I will be joining you in the steam. You know I always do." She wasn't going to argue with him about going out. There was no way she could tell him the real reason she was so worried. After everything she witnessed helping the older man, to how he died in her arms. "I'll find a way for us to have a picnic." She promised him, avoiding his request at first. It wasn't she objected to the idea. He had seen her animal form many times, open and out. Charle always blushed when he saw her in that way, it was cute. But that wasn't why she was avoiding it. She didn't want to get him too excited, especially what happened with his heart just now.

They arrived at the steam room. Just outside was an area to change. She started helping him undress, before giving him the towel he would be using. Then she undressed herself, letting him get a partial view, even getting a bigger towel, so she was covering herself more then she usually did. "Alright, want me to help walk you in, or carry you again?"

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"Thanks Jasmine... you always know what to do to make this silly boy happy." With those words he simply let is blushing features hide in the crook of her neck knowing what was about to happen. Jasmine could be a completely different animal when she was transformed. Not only was the tigress more protective, more coddling, and stronger than in her human form... other changes took place as well. Sexual changes as least from what the young man could tell and he had a feeling a lot of this came from her being a hybrid. In that she was very open sexually and certainly less prudish, quite the spitfire, and gave off the air of being a seductress of men and women alike. Jasmine seemed like a being who could have the pick of the litter... any man or women she wanted would be hers to take and pounce on to surrender to her body... and yet that was not what happened. No... instead those fiery eyes always kept their gaze locked on him with their playful and teasing ways. That tongue running across those lips as though they promised something never given... and that amazing body never hidden from him as though they both knew what he wanted.

However not once had she laid a hand on him, not once had she harmed him, and all interactions had been as chaste... well maybe not as snow, but Jasmine seem more like a playful tease who offered her services as a wingman. Not knowing that the one whom the poor human wanted was her all along. It was for this reason why Charle was so shy whenever they were taking off his clothes, the adorable blush which covered his face never leaving... heck it even got worse when Jasmine actually gave him a partial view while in her human form. If anything it was sign of what was to come, and that the tigress herself as the young man had learned to separate the personalities of the two somewhat since one was actually closer to her animalistic sexual nature... but in a very controlled human format, "Could you help me walk in... then once I am seated you can have all the room you need to turn into your other form before you sit down as well."

Oh Charle knew what he could be getting into, heck the first time they had steamed like this and Jasmine had transformed the other had literally pulled him close and playfully licked his cheek. Very cat like and very much a statement of saying 'This one is mine' as she had told him. Did she mean that sexually or just as to say that no one else better even think of fucking with him, well he was never sure... he felt it was the former because he had seen her do that to his father a time or two. It was an act of the deepest affection, but not the affection one gave a lover, but still it meant a lot to know that he meant so much to Jasmine as someone she cared about. To be honest he wished he could gather the courage to tell her how much she meant to him... nay... how much he loved her... if that was truly what this feeling was, "I am ready when you are." It was what he said whenever he was sitting down... making sure that his own lap was well covered for obvious reasons.

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Jasmine nodded, taking his hand, and supporting him with her arm around his body, she walked him into the steam room, letting him sit before adjusting the levels, they had tried going in once when the levels were higher, and it didn't end well. She always turned them down after Charle was out, and turned them up once they were in. Once the levels were adjusted, she let her body change, removing the towel and laying it out on the seat and laid down, on her back. The room was like a pentagon, the door and controls centered in one side. On one side, Charle sat, on the other, angled so she could keep an eye on him, was Jasmine, her arm behind her head holding it up. She looked over and smiled at the young man. "Now is it just the steam, or is there something you want to tell me." She could tell he was blushing again.

In this form Jasmine seemed to accept her while side. Her fur covered her self so clothing wasn't as important, if it wasn't a taboo in the public. But in the home, in the steam room, it was kind of freeing for her to be naked like this. Sometimes. Her orange, and black fur lay slick where t wasn't sticking out, if it had been dry, it would be soft and smooth, like velvet. Her eyes, have not changed color despite becoming more cat like. Her nose, still delicate became a snout, her smile becoming more cat like. Her hair became part of her fur, the color matching her fur more, while it blended in more, which was easy as it was already to her shoulders. Her hands became the same, but her nails seemed to have become a bit longer and more claw like.

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"No nothing in particular Jas. I just wanted you to know that you could enjoy a steam bath and not have to worry about me so much." Sighing softly the young man pulled his legs up so that he was curled up in a ball in his seat with his knees to his chest. The main purpose of this was so that he could hide his face from the tigress and she would not be able to see the blush that was now covering his features. Also it was his own attempt to do whatever he could to suppress his erection.

Charle hated the idea of making his caretaker uncomfortable for any reason, and once more he hated the idea of her not getting a chance to relax because he was sick all the time. After all the young man was sure that it could be quite exhausting taking care of someone every day non-stop like she had do... and so she deserved a small break. That was what he was going to give her no matter what, even if he had to deny himself the thing that he wanted most... the act of being close to the person he cared for most. Normally he would have joined her and cuddled up close to wherever she was sitting, but today... he remained where he was,

"Are you enjoying yourself over there?" Maybe part of it was the fact that he wanted to be close to her not because she felt that she had to be, but that she wanted to be. It was one thing that his guardian felt she was doing her job, but Charle wished it was more than that. With a soft sigh he closed his eyes and simply relaxed to the point that he was almost asleep. Given how stealthy Jasmine's kind could be even when they were not trying... it would not be hard for her to slip up and sit next to the human if that is what she choose to do. Charle would never see her coming... at least not until she touched him.

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Jasmine raised a brow, watching him before slowly approaching him, crawling along the same bench on her hands and knees. She was protective, but in this form even more so. It was part of her animal instinct, he was sickly, and she needed to protect him. Her tail almost tapped like a foot as she approached him. He looked so small, his body looked so fragile. Eventually she was close enough to him that she sat next to him, and with a touch, guided him to lay his head down on her lap. She loved the steam, and normally would be laid out, relaxing, but she felt the need to watch over him, to let him rest. Especially after his episode. "Sleep, I'll be here." She purred comfortingly.

Leaning back, as she stroked his hair, she couldn't help but think about the first time she saw him. She was in her human form, talking with Charle's father when he came to the man's office. At that point he didn't need the wheelchair much yet, but he had his cane. She never paid attention to what Charle said, she couldn't help but just look at him, with his small frame, his unkempt hair---something she tried to keep tidy---and pale skin. Her heart went to him, and when his father died, she vowed to be there for Charle, she didn't need to be told, or kept hired to do that.


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Cedar stared at Morrigan, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at having knocked her head right after saying she wasn't a toddler. The result was laughter and a hug that she melted into partially, unable to help it. Cedar was a sucker for physical affection, not receiving a lot of it at home when there were tons of other kids who needed looking after instead of just her. Her face only got redder though, as Morrigan called her a babygirl and kissed at her head, making her stomach do an awkward flip she wasn't sure the cause of. Probably just her usual anxieties acting up. "I'm not a baby." She whispered, though, it wasn't as strong at it could have been... something in her subconscious liking the feeling of being called that... at least by Morrigan anyway. Not that she would realize it at the moment.

Cedar turned to finish taking care of her books, not really paying much mind to what Morrigan was doing at the moment. She got them all settled on the bookcase and then set the box aside on the floor near the wall where she would be less likely to trip on it. As she went for the next box, she blinked, her head turning to look over at her roommate as she too, set up her desk... although, with quite a different array of items. The little blonde gulped, turning away quickly, trying to focus her mind on something other than the phallic shapes on the desk... not even wanting to think about what they were. Instead, she opened the second box and began stocking her desk drawers with notebooks, pens, pencils, binders... everything she would need when she went to class for taking notes. She could also bring her laptop along with her, but something about putting things down directly on paper helped her remember them better than typing them up. She could do both though... write it down then copy it into her word program later to organize it and make it easier to study.

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The way Cedar melted into the hug brought a smile to Morrigan's face, and she nodded at Cedar's protestation that she wasn't a baby. "Of course you aren't. But you stumble around like one that hasn't quite figured out how to walk around obstacles. So we'll definitely need padding. The last thing I need is for you to crack your skull open or cut yourself. I... well, let's just say that blood isn't exactly something I do well around." That was close enough to the truth; Morrigan did find it difficult to control herself around blood. So much precious fluid going to waste when it could be nourishing her... she hated that thought.

Noticing Cedar's shock at the toys she was going through, Morrigan chuckled. "Sorry. I'll put these up. But, y'know, if you ever need something to... get the job done, just ask, and I'll let you borrow anything you want." she said, managing to keep her tone level and factual, just one roommate casually letting the other know that these things were available for her use if she wanted. She started putting them up, then started unpacking her proper desk decorations. Among them were books, including a collection of almost a dozen leather-bound volumes that were obviously very old, easily over a century, but well-preserved despite the age and wear. She placed these in the center of the second-highest shelf, held in place securely by bookends made of black-and-red marble carved in the shape of twin gargoyles. Above these, she carefully positioned a number of small figurines, each one maybe six inches tall and carved with incredible detail from the same black-and-red marble as the bookends. There were six in total.

In the center, two were carefully fitted together, one, apparently masculine, with widespread batlike wings and, on closer examination, facial features that blended human and bat, seeming to embrace the other, a woman dressed in a flowing robe, from behind, with the woman's hands reaching up to caress the creature's face with an almost loving expression. To the center figures' right went a second female figure, this one wearing a robe with the hood pulled down and long, flowing hair. To the left, another man, in the same robes as the other female. Rounding out the collection on either side was a hooded figure of uncertain gender, each one kneeling and faced toward the center four almost reverently. A collection of other esoterica followed, small stones and bones with intricate carvings, and below the books, on the bottom shelf, a small chalice, again, carved from the same stone as the figurines and carved with exquisite detail, a series of scenes etched around the entirety of the vessel. Morrigan took a step back to admire the arrangement, and nodded in satisfaction, a happy smile crossing her lips. "Perfect. No risk of bad juju from the Gods for not having an altar to them set up appropriately." she mused aloud, quite obviously more pleased with herself than seemed reasonable, then started on the more mundane objects, the sorts of things more likely to be found in a college student's dorm. Paper, pencils, notebooks, a voice recorder, etc.

She glanced over at Cedar as she did so. "Hey, Cedar, I hope I don't sound like a total bitch, but I really, really, really hope you don't mind a bunch of weird religious rituals. There are a lot of them that I have to adhere to, and some of them may be a little... well, if you call me some kind of crazy cultist because of them, I can promise I won't be offended."

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"I'm not that clumsy." Cedar persisted. "And I won't b-be needing any of your t-toys. I d-dun do... th-that." She worked on finishing getting her desk sorted and moving onto her bag of clothes. She didn't have a ton of them, mostly simple every day things that she could pair easily and layer as well. She located the folded-up canvas hanging organizer from her own closet at home. It was old, something she'd had since she was small, made out of eight teal and pink cubes and marked with the days of the week. It had made life easier on her parents when it came to sorting out whose clothes went where. Cedar carried it over to the wardrobe, opened the door, and then hung it from the bar. She proceeded to fill it, shirts in the top, shorts and pants, then skirts, the couple dresses she actually owned, and then some spare bedding including sheets, pillow cases, and a couple throw blankets as she tended to get cold. She stored a matching canvas bin in the seventh cube full of socks and underwear, followed by another bin containing her toiletry caddy for the shower, hair brush, and a large assortment of hair ties. The last cube was sectioned off into four smaller cubes for shoes, and those she filled last, though she only currently had her flip flops and a pair of sneakers to put in there. The only things that ended up on hangers were a couple of sweatshirts and her winter coat for when things got a whole lot colder out later in the year. In the end, she hadn't even taken up an entire third of the wardrobe, leaving an incredibly amount of space left for Morrigan.

Looking up as she opened her last box, Cedar eyed Morrigan's desk set up curiously. Her books and figurines were rather interesting to say the least, but also remarkably beautiful in a way. While they made her a bit nervous, simply due to the scary sight of the male figure towards the center, they didn't exactly bother her either. They seemed to be something Morrigan cherished, from the way she had placed them and that was something Cedar could understand. She had things precious to her as well. Like her stuffed turtle and the photo album she added to her desk. She tilted her head, leaning back curiously against her chair as she looked over Morrigan's desk a little more closely. "I d-don't mind." She stated honestly, moving forward a bit to get a closer look. While she had been raised with quite a firm belief in her family, Cedar had always been one of the more accepting individuals out of her siblings. "Y-you can w-worship however y-you like. I pr-pray before b-bed." She shrugged, leaning against the back of Morrigan's chair now. "They p-pretty."

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Morrigan smirked at Cedar's protest that she didn't do that. "Good little Christian girl, right? You poor, deprived soul. You're missing out." She said. "And yes, you are that clumsy." She added with a chuckle. Like Cedar, she continued to work through her things, moving on to her clothes, many of them stylistically or thematically similar to what she wore now. By the time she was done, the wardrobe was almost completely filled. The rest of her boxes were fairly quick to follow, and she smiled as Cedar affirmed that it was okay for Morrigan to worship however she wanted.

When the other girl mentioned that she thought the figures were pretty, Morrigan smiled. "I carved them myself." She said happily. "They're depictions of my deities." She pointed to the central figures. "That's Camaz, ruler of the night, and his once-mortal bride, Yvrysk, the Mother. The story goes that, when Camaz walked among mortals in the early days, she caught his eye. She was a healer, a medicine woman of sorts. He was captivated by her. And then, one day, he was attacked by demons, horrific monsters that were sent by other forces to destroy him. He defeated them, but was badly wounded. He sought her out, and she nursed him back to health, used her own blood to nourish him. The result of allowing him to feed on her was that she gained a measure of his divinity. She became immortal, her existence tied to his. Their love soon yielded fruit, twin children of mixed heritage."

She pointed to the figures standing to either side of Camaz and Yvrysk. "Valen and Nyarla. Human in form, but possessed of many of Camaz's strengths. They were effectively immortal, strong, fast, powerful... and bound to the night. They required blood to survive, fed upon mortals like cattle. Before long, the family had gathered followers, priests and priestesses of the occult, blessed to serve them. They ruled long and they ruled well, before returning to the realm of the gods with two of their most faithful servants." She said, gesturing to the kneeling figures. "They left behind tales of their lives, stories and instructions to their followers." She pointed to the old books. "Guarded by their second brood, inhuman creatures of little intelligence and great loyalty. That's what the gargoyles represent." She finished as she unpacked her last box.

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"Well I d-don't." Cedar mumbled, her cheeks growing incredibly red at the comment, looking down at her feet and fumbling with the edge of her shirt awkwardly. She twisted it around her fingers carefully, nodding as she listened to Morrigan's explanation about her statues. It was rather impressive that the girl had created them all on her own, especially with how well done they were. She couldn't say that she understood most of it, or believed any of it to be honest, but it was a nice story all the same at least. Different from the ones Cedar had grown up with, most of which were fairly religious, her parents not wanting their children to stray too far into the realm of things that could give them bad ideas. Cedar, however, had always been more of one for reading whatever the hell she wanted from the library, focusing in on it and enjoying things her parents would never have approved of. She had been taught at home, at least, for the first portion of her education. When she had hit fourteen though, she'd started at the local high school, just like all of her siblings before her. Her parents had deemed that the age where they could trust their children to have the proper judgment to avoid certain situations based upon what they had already been taught.

"They're un-interesting." The tiny blonde commented simply, not really entirely sure what to make of the story aside from it sounding like a good one. She fished through a couple of her boxes to put out the remaining odds and ends she had left before undoing the bottoms, flattening them out, and shoving them behind her desk for safe keeping. She'd need them again to pack up her things at the end of the school year. Finished with putting her things away, Cedar sat down in her desk chair, leaning against it sideways, swinging her feet and not really sure what to do with herself now. There were a lot of different orientation activities going on out on the grounds and in various buildings. She still had to get her student ID and figure out where her classes were going to be for this semester, but she was kind of hoping her brother would come back for her for that. He was supposed to, at least, her parents had told him to once he'd gotten settled into his own space. But Ash already had friends and knew where he was going, so it was unlikely he would want to tote around his baby sister when he could be having fun catching up with people. She'd likely get a text from him in a little while telling her he'd gotten busy and couldn't come help her after all.

[Assistant] It was obvious that Cedar was nearing the edge of her comfort zone, and Morrigan decided to reel herself in. It didn't matter to her if Cedar believed the story or not, though. It was just a story, and any truth to it was so shrouded in legend and myth that the facts would probably never be known. She nodded. "I'm glad you like them. I'm quite pleased with how they turned out." she said, then walked over as Cedar sat down, kind of hovering over the girl. "So, Cedy," she began, pronouncing it ''Seedy'', "Why don't we go ahead and get all that orientation stuff out of the way together? We can be like orientation buddies! Especially since you'll probably fall all over yourself without someone to keep you on your feet."

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Cedar looked own at her feet, still feeling very much awkward around Morrigan and not entirely sure what to do with herself. She nodded in response to the other girl's comment, though she wasn't sure how to respond to it. She liked the statues, they were cool and the idea that Morrigan had made them was even better. She was talented, much more so than Cedar ever would be. She gulped, looking up a bit as the taller girl sat down, not used to her yet, made nervous by her close proximity. Her heart pounded anxiously in her rib cage and she looked down at her feet, her flip flops dangling slightly. The suggestion that they should go to orientation together, to get those things done, made her even more nervous still. She was supposed to wait for Ash, but in all honesty, she knew he wasn't coming. As soon as their parents left, he would be off doing his own thing, getting back together with friends he hadn't seen all summer, leaving Cedar to fend for herself.

Sure enough, her phone buzzed and she tugged it out of her pocket, a small cross charm dangling from the corner. She sighed, staring at the text. He was blowing her off, telling her he'd be around if she needed him but that she could handle herself, right? She texted him back quickly with a simple ''yeah, k'' and then shoved her phone back into her pocket, standing up. "A-alright then." She nodded, agreeing to her roommate's suggestion. "But I wouldn't tr-trip."

[Assistant] Morrigan's eyesight was pretty good, and she'd happened to be in the right position to just barely see Cedar's screen and how somebody, presumably a family member or friend, was blowing her off. She stood up as well, offering a soft smile to Cedar. "Only if you really want to, okay?" she said. "I don't want you to feel like I'm making you do anything, or to make you feel uncomfortable." she reassured her. "I'm just trying to be friendly, after all. I know we still have to really get to know each other better, and this seems like a good way to start, just spending time together."

[User] Cedar managed a small smile, giving the taller girl a nod. She would feel better not having to go do everything she needed to get done on her own, and since they both had to go get IDs and stuff, well... it was logical that they go together. "Okay..." She agreed, feeling a tiny bit better about the situation. Despite being a bit odd and scantily clad. Morrigan was nice enough, even if she did tease Cedar about her inability to walk straight without falling over her own self. "I... I appreciate it... h-honest." She stood up, biting her lip anxiously. She was nervous about this whole school thing in the first place, but at least she hadn't ended up with a bitch for a roommate, so that was something.

[Assistant] With Cedar's concerns addressed and her affirmation that they could do it together, Morrigan nodded happily. "Alright then, roomie. Let's go." she said, heading for the door and opening it, holding it for Cedar. "I'm glad you're okay with it." she said happily. "So, first up, I figure we need to get our student IDs." she said as they started down the hallway, Morrigan in front of Cedar as they reached the stairs, figuring that, if Cedar decided to tumble, she'd hit her, and Morrigan could keep them both upright. It made the most sense to keep Cedar from getting injured.

[User] Cedar smiled, pushing up from the chair and following along after Morrigan. She shoved her thumbs into the front pockets of her shorts, looking down at her feet as she walked along, trailing after her roommate. She kept close, avoiding people still bringing boxes upstairs or chattering in the hallway. She wasn't really watching where she was going though, and managed to bump into several boys and then a girl before they'd even reached the stairs. She bit her lip, starting downwards, allowing her roommate to lead the way. She stumbled though, towards the top of the staircase, her sandal catching under her as she tried to avoid another girl coming up. She knocked into her slightly, and her ankle twisted. With a yelp, Cedar began to plummet downwards.

[Assistant] It became clear quite quickly that Cedar was a safety hazard, and Morrigan briefly wondered how the girl had survived as long as she had without having a fatal accident. And then, on the stairs, after Morrigan had daintily danced around the girl coming up, she heard Cedar yelp behind her and turned around, mid-step, to reach up and catch the klutz that was her roommate, her hands inadvertently pressing right against Cedar's chest. Morrigan stood there for a moment, glancing from the placement of her hands up to Cedar's face, then moved to gently place Cedar flat on her own feet. "Can you stand right there?" she asked seriously, glancing around again. "Okay, here's the plan." she turned around and pointed to her shoulders. "Put your hands on my shoulders. Keep them there, no matter what. Follow right behind me. And if you have another incident, Camaz help me, I will make you ride piggyback, like some adorable baby koala."


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Time is nonexistent in the void. So is reading materiel. So it's a bit strange that a demon from such a place could be summoned by a simple paperback book. The universe works in mysterious ways, however. Maybe it's best we don't question it. Plot holes are for normal people, right? Good. Glad we had this understanding. On we go.

"I, Gezramandiel, inferno of Tal, defiler of the seven, have been summoned!! bow, you mortals, and despair in your ultimate demise!!!" A crimson-skinned demon erupted from the pages of a manga held in a young man's grip. The beast snarled and flexed its tense muscles! Golden ornaments dangled from his thick neck and bulging arms! Dense, sulfuric haze billowed from his jagged teeth and flaring nostrils!

Something was... off, though. Should the would-be summoner notice, he'd notice a minuscule twitch in the left black eye of the monster. Despite his bravado, it was as if the demon was holding back a chuckle. Surely this vile creature wasn't playing some hilarious jape on our hapless protagonist..

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He shouldn't be doing this. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but there he was doing it all the same. Robert had tripped across it at a dirt cheap price at an online auction. The poor suckers didn't even know what they had! Just the scans alone for the stuff of sweet illustrated debauchery, and it made his eyes glaze over just looking at it, yet the price was ridiculously cheap for such a prize. No matter, he'd take it off their hands and give it a good home. He lasted less than two days. The book had called to him... called in a way he'd never felt the most tantalizing of cravings. _Don't do it!_ he thought, staring down the cover and pages of the ridiculously stacked titled character. He could feel himself hardening and his hand reaching to smoothly slide along the clothed imprint of desire. _Don't do it!_

The longer he looked at the book, the further away the voice of warning sounded, to the point where it might as well have not been there at all. The pretty profit he could have scored on the resale to more discerning buyers was thwarted with a series of satisfied grunts and errant streaks of cream from a fountain that knew neither proper aim nor control. Staring at his ceiling and smiling through the huff of biochemical euphoria, he was unable to see the cloudy stuff of life left on the pages be absorbed and the pages turn the most unholy of reds before a crimson hand tipped in obsidian talons reach out of the page, turning that moment of euphoria into switch and absolute terror!

"Ahhhhhh myfuggingawdwhattheshitohfuckingChrist!" was immediately fired from his mouth as he through the book and tipped backwards in his chair, roll hard on the wood floor, and land on his still half-hard cock "Uggggh, my dick... oh shit, what... what the hell..." he groaned as he tried to look up at the monstrosity squeezing its way through the pages of his book. He heard him... he understood him... he was just having trouble complying "Uhhhh... Germandel...? Totally happy to bow down, but I'm having a moment here... just... give me a moment to breathe." He would have said more, but the guy looked like he was about to bust a gut! "If this is one of those fucking prank shows, I swear to God you're all getting sued."

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Gezramandiel nearly came unglued when the young man fell and rolled. They'd never gotten such a response from one of these humans! It was priceless! But the demon held its own. It flared down at the boy, hunching over him like a predatory animal. "How... dare you speak my name in such a profane manner!! I will cast you into eternal hellfire! you'll pray for salvation from that wimp Beelzeboob---er... bub... Beeleze... bub. Heh... I said boob by mistake.."

And that was it. Gezramandiel's giant, masculine form vanished in a gout of flame, replaced by a young woman. She looked nothing like the demon---albeit still horned, winged, and tailed. Her bountiful bust bounced as she chuckled, the black corset barely holding her at bay. "The look on your face!! Pfffff---hahahahaaa!! I was all like ''Bow, mortal'' and you were all like ''d-d-damn, dude!'' Hahahahaaa!!" Without explanation, the girl fell to the ground in a fit of laughter. Of course ''ground'' here meaning floating a foot or two above the actual ground.

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Robert was still aching, but tensed when the demon raged at him once more. Why the fuck did demons have no chill?! That shit on Lucifer was pure fucking fantasy. Fuck all this noise! He was about to heft himself up to whatever dignified position he could go for, when the ''demon'' slipped up... Beezleboob. Da hell? He turned up to give the hulking form the evil eye and then watched the entire charade just poof before him to reveal this... wait... he looked to the book, and then to her, and then to the book again. He actually sat as she teased him about the look on his face and looked at the book again. There was no doubt. She was the one in the book, but wow... those proportions don't get true justice in 2D, do they? He wanted to say something, but she was just sitting there and laughing hysterically. He doubted very much that he was dreaming this up. His dreams weren't this detailed.

"Ummm... let me take a moment to get over the fact that you almost scared actual shit out of me, would you mind please telling me what you're doing here..." Because while he was strangely okay with the floating and the wings... and all the other demon type shit, he drew a line at home invasion. A man had to have some rights! "You can't just barge in here and... and... why are you here?!"

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It took a long while for Gezramandiel to calm from her laughing fit. She took a few deep breaths and drew up to a semi-sitting position in the air. Locking eyes with the young man, she began, "Well... PPPFFFFF!!! HAHAHAHAHAAAA!! I'M SORRY!! I C---Hahahaaa! I can't!! Just---hahahaa!! Waitaminute!! Hahahahaa!!" It was another five or six minutes of solid laughter before the demon quieted. She finally rose, wiping tears from her red eyes.

"Okay, okay," she said with a few controlled breaths. "I'm alright... yeah. I'm good---okay." The girl cleared her throat and simply said "You're the one that jizzed on the cursed hentai, genius. You've summoned me! So... yay!" She threw her slender arms up in celebration, making her chest jiggle. "And I'm here to make all your sexual fantasies come true... kinda." She punctuated the last word with a big grin, as if it would cover it up.

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Robert waited for the laughter to stop... and waited... and waited. The pain subsided in the time he had to wait for that damn laughter to end, and the fantasy to throttle her until the laughs turned to croaks had entered his head. Then he sighed inwardly upon realizing that the chick was a demon, and likely would have asked for more. So ugh. The fact that he was sitting there with his dick out had dawned on him in the time she spent laughing at his expense, and thankfully he actually had the ability to stand and fix himself. That the only thing to phase him happened to be due to the huge demon surprise should have been concerning, but maybe ingesting all of that anime just made this somehow normalized...

That wasn't concerning at all. His look was disapproving, to say the least, as she managed to actually speak past her laughter. Upon accusation, his first urge was to deny vehemently. "I didn't j---!" he started to say, but the memory playback instantly shut him down. He'd been... pent up for a while and hadn't realized it until he saw her, and that feeling... that urge to just cum was stronger than it ever had a right to be. He just wasn't that kind of person... right? He'd made a mess, and he was pretty sure that the book had caught at least some of it, but looking at the book itself, there was no indication. He'd even picked it up as she was cheering, and even took a moment to appreciate her barely contained jiggle.

The book, upon inspection, was clean... if he did jizz on it, it was gone. He flipped through pages and couldn't see anything but her, in various forms of 2D glory. The voice had come in as he looked at the cover once more, and pulled his eyes from the book to her. He was a perv, okay. Fine. He was enough of a perv to see her and despite all that occurred still want to find out exactly what she meant when she made that statement, but that last part... yeaaaaah. "Nooo... ugh ugh. I don't care how smoking hot you are, I'm not getting into some fucking deal that'll cost me some soul I didn't even know I had!" He held up the book and opened the pages to rush her "Back in the book, temptress! Back! In! The! Book!"

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Gezramandiel stared at Robert like a hungry lumberjack eyeballing a 40 ounce steak. She slowly floated into a new position as he spoke. Soon she was horizontal, stomach down, as if she were a teenager laying on her bed and daydreaming about that one hot guy. Her slender arms were folded, fingers crossed beneath her chin. He held her total attention, but at the same time she didn't hear a word he said. With a flick of her wrist, the book flew across the room and sat promptly on a shelf.

"Aww, you're cute when you're trying to be dominant. Big, bag manly man... hehee!" Gezramandiel floated closer. She flicked her wrist again, this time with a finger pointed at the young man's exposed manhood. He'd experience the most immediate pleasure he'd ever felt. His head would fill with chemical bliss---everything in the room was sexual and arousing. "Now then... I need this. Just this---your raw, potent sexual energy... every drop of your blessed seed." Her hand worked in the air on an invisible dick. Robert would feel every gesture on his rising member. It would be amplified tenfold---just about to bring him to ultimate orgasm.

"But... not this way." Suddenly her hand snapped, gripping tightly and seizing in its movements. Robert would feel her grip, but no more. He would be perched, just at the pinnacle of release... but no further. "I could send you into orgasmic delights that would leave you a drooling, babbling imbecile. That's just no fun... and it wouldn't satisfy my needs." A finger rose and twirled around, stirring an invisible cup of coffee. The result was a visible golden halo around the base of the man's cock.

"In fact---I can't have you going off and wasting yourself over a porn comic again." The halo tightened, just enough to keep Robert from ever being able to relieve himself. "You are bound to me, Robert---and I, you. Hear me now... I will do as you ask---this once. I will leave you alone, and never return... unless.." She floated up into a sitting position. The smile on her face grew into a horrifyingly maniacal mask. "Should you require my... assistance... Just call my name. But be warned---that utterance will forever change your life." She hovered further up and away from Robert, slowly disappearing. "So then... that's for now... handsome."

*POOF* The demon was gone. And true to her word, she would show no sign of existence unless Robert called to her. How long could he go without relief? Days? Weeks? We'll have to wait and see...

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The book loomed threateningly towards her, and Robert was sure that it would give her a reason to fear. After all, the only way to reverse something like this was to use the original container, right? RIGHT?! Apparently not. She looked at him as if he were the cutest dog in the pet shop and just wanted to cuddle him up. Ridiculous. Somehow the book was no longer in his hands, but he saw it nestling onto his shelf with his other books and just grumbled as she went on mocking him "I have a right to kick you out of my home...", was delivered most sullenly until he noticed his dick was out again. Now he knew he'd put that back in his pants! "Now hold on a ssssss---oooooh fuck!" His back arches and his cock stood rigid and swollen to the point of anger while his mouth simply hung agape while the sensation took over.

It was wonderful and terrible, having that wave of sensation wash over him without asking for it. Feeling like some immortal experiencing some sexual quickening. It wasn't right! But he literally had no ability to speak while wrapped up in that void of sensation just before release. Trapped in the expectation of it, the heighted tug of cock and balls as he yearned for it, and yet it never came, so he could never cum. She said she needed his energy... his seed. It was right there! _Take it!_ he thought as he felt his eyes floating backwards from the magical assault, her stroke somehow still pushing him to an edge that had no limit, oh but he wanted it. Wanted that blessed finish line so very badly. _Take it all!_ he thought. It had a certain begging quality to it, and he was so very glad he couldn't speak at the moment.

But then the strokes stopped and that sweet spot remained... just not so immediate, his mouth twitched as he managed to wrestle some control after the change. She was leaving him in a heightened state of feeling the urge to release, without actually doing so, and he was... well, quite unhappy about that. "You bitch... if I figure out a way, I swear you're going to pay for this... all of it..." but it was like she wasn't even listening. A different warmth was instead surrounding the base of his cock and he looked down to find golden halo around it. The groan he issued was in the knowledge of what she'd done to him, and what that likely meant for him. Oh she was going to pay... she was going to pay so hard...

He stared at her, and so hot was his hatred, the face she made was of little regard to him. They were bound? Heh, he'll just have to see about that. He gave her the finger as she disappeared and looked down to find his cock staring up at him, and sighed with slumped shoulders "Oh that bitch." Hands arranged for said hardened cock to go back into his pants, and the amount of shifting needed for that was terrible. He uttered expletives at her as if they were prayers for a few days as he did everything in his power to not be noticed with an erection. One epic fail was experienced when the bus he was on got too crowded for him to do anything but stand still. Lot of good that did him! Some old lady chased him off the damn thing calling him a pervert. Like, what the hell?!

Porn was tried of various types. He found he had a wider range than he suspected, but even then nothing worked. Nothing. That piece of shit halo still wrapped around him, and that heightened buzz of pleasure never left. "I hate you so much... so very very much..." His hands cradled a head that could no longer think clearly. Even his job was suffering. He was only too thankful that he didn't have to be anywhere near his coworkers, but it wasn't like he could walk around freely either! One near miss with his boss was all it took for him to finally cry uncle. Two weeks. He lasted two damn weeks, and he wasn't sure if that should merit a badge of courage, or dunce hat of stupidity.

He knew her name. She practically seared it on his soul "Come on Gezramandiel... let's get this over with..."

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Seconds passed with nothing to show for Robert's words but a sore dick. Then minutes... then a full hour. Whether he continued to call out or gave up didn't matter. Gezramandiel came when she wanted... and for that matter, Robert came when she wanted, as well. Just when he'd believe all was lost, there came a knock at the door. Odd for a succubus to use a mortal portal, but there you go.

Behind the door stood a stunning young woman in a tight, white top with buttons that threatened to pop clean away. Her legs were barely covered by a short, black skirt, and capped with matching heels. The woman's hair was up in a tight bun, which accented her sensible glasses. A clipboard was held in her black-nailed hands. Mostly, she was just a female---just an ordinary, drop dead gorgeous female. But Robert would surely notice that face. The face of his demon bitch smiled deviously as she awaited the answering of that door.

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He said the name, as he was told to do, but nothing happened. He sighed and paced for a bit, before some minutes later he just screamed "Come the fuck on!" to no one in particular. He wanted to rage, and break things. He wanted to curl into a corner and just cry. He wanted to take his hands and finish what he should have started the moment she revealed herself to be some random element thrown into his life. Grab her by her damn neck and push her right back into the book until she could leave him alone. But all of these things were abandoned as the flights of fancy they were. There was no way Robert had that kind of power. She'd just flick her wrist or wriggle her fucking nose and he'd be right back where he started, if not worse.

The man decided to just try to distract himself as much as possible. It was amazing what the human mind was capable of. After two full weeks of riding a sexual high, the feeling was simply noticeable, yet manageable. The real inconvenience was the constant hard-on that made everyday life a nuisance, because this wasn't just run of the mill hard, this was every-blood-cell-it-can-take hard, all the damn time. He'd taken to just relieving himself in the shower... what a fucking nightmare. Hoping some video games would help take his mind off the time, he was busy channeling his anger through headshotting zombies in the old west when a knock sounded at his door.

"Da fuck..?" he muttered. He didn't order anything, and he didn't get visitors. No one showed up unannounced, because anyone he knew absolutely knew he would not let them in. They call first, that's the damn deal. Once he got to the door, he looked through the peephole and at first thought someone had the wrong place... but then he saw the proportions... and the face. She had him wait, then shows up like some slutty fucking solicitor? With a jaw clenching grind of his teeth, he opened the door and leaned out to look left and right before speaking to her "Can I help you... Ma'am?" It was obvious from the deadpan expression that he both knew who she was, and simply decided to go with whatever playtime shit she was pulling.

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_Damn. He didn't fall for it,_ Gezramandiel thought. She had given the door to door frozen meat saleswoman her form and face, but nothing more. Having Robert lay into her, then rip the glamour away would have been priceless! _Oh, we'll. Guess we'll resort to physical and chemical manipulation since psychological didn't work._

Robert would see the face and body of his demon girl phase away from the woman like an ethereal snake shedding skin. The saleswoman appeared more average---not a dazzling knockout, but not too bad, either. Gezramandiel meanwhile, hovered nearby with a smile, knowing only Robert could see or hear her.

"Good afternoon, sir! I have your meat!" The woman's face fell. "Oh, dear... that didn't come out right. I meant, er, that I have frozen steaks I'm sure you'd like to try."

"PFFHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! Holy shit, that wasn't even me---I swear," Gezramandiel howled in laughter. After a moment, she flicked her wrist. "This, however, IS ME."

The saleswoman suddenly stumbled forward, lightly shoved by the demon's gesture. She fell, gripping Robert's pants on the way down. "OH, MY!"

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The moment the woman shimmered and peeled into a more likely, less enhanced version of himself, Robert knew for a fact that Gezramandiel was around. He grumbled and placed one hand in his pocket to try and had the imprint of his cock on his pants. Annoying. This was annoying and he was therefore annoyed. He dared not try and look around the woman, especially after the little faux pas she'd made that the demon swore she was not a part of. Like he'd believe that. The damn demon then pushed the poor girl onto him and he had to use both hands to help her stay upright, which means he had to take his hand out of his pocket, which means the poor lady selling steaks just got a handful of his own meat stick. Could this get any worse? Of course it could.

"Ooookay, as you can see, you've interrupted me while I was in the middle of something, so how about I just help you out of here now?" He was insistent as he showed her the door again "No harm, no foul, blah blah blah. Just... have a nice life, okay?" The door was opened to get her out of there with a speed and efficiency no one would have never thought possible for him

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The saleswoman heard not a single word of Robert's suggestion. She knelt, hands on his meat, staring without the will to move. Slowly, the girl looked up into his eyes and pled, "I'm s---sorry... er.." With another flick of Gezramandiel's hand, the salesgirl's sex drive ramped up to that of a teenager in heat. She began stroking Robert's python, biting her lip in need. "God... you're so big... please... let me help you with this.." Her face flashed a bright smile as the young man gained girth and rigidity.

Gezramandiel hovered lower, locking eyes with Robert. "It's go time, slugger. What will you do? Deny this poor, needy girl the big, black dick she obviously desires? Or will you give in? Will you let her suck you're cock till you fill her belly with hot, thick semen? Will you fuck her senseless, make her your own, personal cocksleeve? Because that's what she wants, after all... so why not? Fulfill her dreams, Robert. make her your whore! Hahahahahaaa!!"

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Robert almost did it. Almost. The door was about to open and the poor woman who'd unknowingly became the demon's plaything was down on her knees. And his cock was out again! Goddamn it he wishes she'd stop doing that! But the moment her hand gripped his shaft, his eyes seemed to half close and his breathing became erratically rushed. It was one thing managing the feeling over the weeks, and having to deal with the embarrassment of having to hide an erection for that long, but it was something completely else to have someone stroking it as if she knew exactly what she wanted to do with it, and how. Just a moment before she was confused, as if she couldn't understand how she'd even got to where she was.

So of course it was Gezramandiel. She seemed to just stare at his cock as she spoke, and even though he knew that the demon was behind it. That the poor girl was just its plaything, he couldn't stop himself from thinking just how wonderful a little help could be. He didn't know what it was, or why, but he felt her strokes more than he felt his own. Of course he did! Gezramandiel had cursed him for exactly this reason. So he could crumble before her and give her what she wanted. A piece of his lifeforce. One back-arching climax at a time. He hated it, even as he placed his hand gently on the woman's no-nonsense hairstyle. Hated that Gezramandiel was in his ear and he couldn't stop her from getting what she wanted. He just wasn't strong enough.

"Yeah... yeah, you can help." He said to the woman before looking back up at the demon. The base of his cock was pushed down to angle the rigid length and thick head to the woman's mouth, but his eyes never left Gezramandiel's "This is what you want, right?" he asked as he began to feed the woman, pushing through lips that were not prepared for what he was ready to do to them. A few weeks of nothing, and now? The sensations were back, and it took all he had not to not pour straight down her throat right then and there. Hatred. Hatred kept him from cumming more than her magic did. "Why aren't you here to claim what you need?" A part of him was aware that he'd look crazy having the conversation with an invisible person, but he wasn't much for caring at the moment.

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The girl half heard, half ignored Robert's words. Her eyes, hands, lips, and mind were all trained on the one thing she needed---his huge, pulsing cock. She leaned in, guided by his strong hands. Her hot lips kissed the thick head, then again and again. Soon her tongue was working him, making out with his dick like a lover. She felt her panties get wet hair from blowing him, but the salesgirl didn't care. She was more than content just to suck this god's cock. While her throat prepared for his size, the demon keeping the throttle up on her sex drive hovered just overhead.

Gezramandiel was eye to eye with her plaything. She simply stared and smiled deviously. "I AM here, sweetie. I'm here for every single, delicious second of this. I'm already feeling so... rejuvenated by what this poor girl is doing to you." The succubus flicked her hand, partially dispersing the golden curse binding Robert's dick. "Just because no one else can see or hear me doesn't mean I'm not here." She ran a black nailed hand down the side of his face to prove that to him.

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The absence of true pleasure had given Robert an appreciation for the tenderness the girl had shown his dick. Each kiss was met with a low moan that softly rumbled in his chest as he stared down at her. Gezramandiel was the one he should be upset with, not her. She was literally a pawn. A sacrifice that allowed the demon to feed off of the need that had marinated for those few weeks. He felt her slide her tongue up and down his length, and his shaft buck each time she did so. The way she looked at him as she did it had hit him unexpectedly. "Yeah... you love this stuff, huh?" His voice was gentle, even when he heard the demon reveal herself, his hand just stroked the sales girl's hair as the finger ran down his cheek.

Meaty chocolate lightly tapped the girl's cheeks, before the plump head was rubbed along her lips like dick-flavored lip balm. The demon wanted to feed him a sacrifice? Fine. She wanted to ease up on the metaphysical cock ring she'd tied him off with, he'd take that and say thank you, but he wouldn't forget, and he was damned if he was going to forgive! No. He'd take the girl because he needed to. The dull need to cum was back to insistent, and he truly wondered if he'd last long enough to do anything but what he was just about to do. He doubted it. "I think your girl here can use some pent up nut down her throat..." Robert helped guide his cock into her mouth, without a care as to whether or not she could take it. "What do you think?"

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Only hearing what pertained to her, the girl gave a gasping "Yesssss.." She took Robert's huge dick in both soft hands and began to stroke him. Her lips parted, stretching around his girth like a tight condom. Even after filling her hot, needy mouth, she was still able to work on his meat with both hands! What made matters worse (or better) was the charms Gezramandiel was laying into her horny brain. She felt more desire and want to suck and take Robert any way he wished. Her big, brown eyes looked yo at him, as if thanking and begging for more in one, heated glance.

The demon had more in store for her handsome victim. She waved a hand, smiling devilishly. Robert would feel a relief around the base of his dick---his unholy halo had dissipated completely. He was free to cum as much as he desired! But it came with a warning. "We're going to play a little game, sweetie. Seeing as how I'm only 3/4 succubus and 1/4 djinn, I'm going to be kind and grant you... ugh. ''Wishes'' are so played out. Let's call them ''desires''. Anything you desire, simply ask. As long as you pay for them." She let that last thought linger, letting the boy wonder what kind of payment she demanded.

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His hips moved with her strokes, as if letting her get everything she wanted before he'd eventually take what he needed, but she seemed to be all over that, thanks to Gezramandiel, no doubt. It felt amazing, and he was hard-pressed to try and hold onto whatever anger he had that didn't matter at that moment. Those lips pulling him in while her hands worked the rest of his shaft was the stuff of cum-draining pleasure. He bit his bottom lips as she looked up at him with her mouth full and sucking in more. "That's some goddamn talent you've got there..." he huffed as he worked to relieve himself of pants while she worked him. She barely stopped, just turned her head this way and that as he needed to work the pants off. What did this demon do to this girl?!

And that's when things really went south. He felt a rush of muted pleasure come roaring back as if the volume control was taken off a particularly loud song. The sudden spike in feeling made him press for more even after Gezramandiel started speaking. Game? He wasn't in the proper mental space to play checkers, let alone whatever work of evil she was coming up with! Math was... fuck math "I'm not worried about any of that. I need this girl to take this cock like she's supposed to!" He kept trying to fit more in, but she seemed to be struggling despite what the demon managed to do to her drive, and with the halo off, his need to bury every inch of his cock in her was insanely strong!