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In the clearing before Darius, a small wolf appeared. The wolf lurched to his feet with a jolt, swinging his pink nose side to side as he struggled to take in his new surroundings. A pile of clothes---bundles of lightly smoking herbs on the ground---a human, watching his every move. Orange eyes locked on Darius and the beast's lip curled in a snarl, hackles raising in his blonde fur. What little light there was reflected back from those eyes in an eery glow. He scrambled to back away, but soon it was as if he ran into an invisible wall, his claws digging into the dirt as he tried to push himself back further. With an angry growl, the beast lowered his head. There was a loud crackling of many breaking bones as his body warped, a shock of pain through his whole being, and then it was over. He felt cool air against his naked skin. In place of the wolf, an 11-year-old child knelt on all fours. All that remained of his prior form were his clawed fingers, still dirty from his attempt to escape, and a pair of large fluffy ears protruding from his long blonde hair.

Sascha shuddered with the residual pain of his transformation but quickly raised his face. Those same orange eyes flickered over Darius's nude form, sizing him up. "W-wha---what's going on!? Are you a hunter?" The boy stood without thinking, revealing his naked body in full as he tried again to back away. No matter how much he willed it, he couldn't take even a single step. He scowled with a flash of fangs. "Why? Why can't I move, what'd you do!?"

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"Seriously?" Darius said, looking up at the sky and shrugging. "I cast a perfectly good spell to summon a familiar and I get ..." Darius pointed at the wolf-kid trying to back out of the circle. "...a kemonomimi?" Darius looked closer at the kid. "I'm not a hunter, and you're not a familiar." he said. "At least no kind of familiar I ever heard of."

The tall warlock sized up the child before him. A girl apparently, but with fluffy dog ears, sort of clawed fingernails and some serious attitude. He could respect that last. "My name is Darius." he said. "I am a warlock and I have just worked a spell to summon my magical familiar. You answered, so like it or not, we're stuck with each other."

Darius stepped to the far side of the circle to give the kid some space. "What's your name, and what even are you? Some kind of were-puppy?"

[User] "I'm no puppy," Sascha said indignantly, "I'm 11, I-I'm practically a grown man!" He puffed his tiny chest up for emphasis, but squeaked and promptly plopped down on the ground with his knees yanked up in front of him as it registered that he was standing completely naked in front of an equally naked stranger. He slid as far back against the edge of the circle as he could and glared over at Darius, face flushed. Gaining some distance---and an explanation---had appeased him somewhat, but finding himself caught in a trap did not sit well with the young werewolf. "And I'm not gonna be your---your magic pet, so let me out of here!"

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"Sorry pup..." Darius paused, clearly rethinking his words, based on what he'd observed of his new familiar. "Okay... ''practically a grown man''... I'm gonna need some explaining from you on that count." Darius said.

The tall Warlock backed up all the way to the other side of the circle and sat right down on his butt, to offer the least threatening posture he could. "As to letting you out of here, sorry, that's not even a thing. I have to wait seven years---at least---before I can cast this spell again. There's no way in the seven hells I'm waiting that long for a familiar. I'm not immortal."

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"Yes, a grown man." Sascha huffed. "...okay, maybe not that grown, but still." He frowned down at his knees and fidgeted uncomfortably with his hair. "Stop looking all confused. I'm a boy." The child found it very unfair that his body had outed him to some random stranger. If he hadn't been magically whisked away out of a dead sleep in his wolf form, he would have been dressed and there wouldn't have been any reason to question it. In fact, he found this whole situation pretty unfair.

"Seven years, huh... well, it's not my problem," he mumbled, more to himself than Darius, resting his cheek on his hand with a pout. Despite his complaining, he felt himself soften a bit towards the man. Darius didn't seem too bad. Not a threat, at least. And Sascha didn't actually have anyone else to go home to. But still, being owned like a pet? He couldn't allow that, but did he have a choice? Currently, it was physically impossible for him to leave... he at least had to play along for now.

"...fine," he sighed, "M-maybe I'll stay for a little bit. My name's Sascha."

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"Nice to meet you Sascha." Darius said. "I apologize for my earlier confusion about your gender. I'm fine with you being a boy, no matter what plumbing you have, not that you need my permission at all. I hope you'll find that I'm pretty open-minded about that sort of thing."

Darius knew he had a good body, given that he worked at it both mundanely and magically. His new familiar having a decidedly cute human form gave him an impulse to put his body on a little better display. He relaxed a bit more, laying down on one side, propped up on an elbow. "The role of a Familiar is much more than being a 'magical pet.'" Darius said. "It's much closer to a relationship of equals. I will gain some things from the relationship, and so will you. All we have to do is consummate the ritual by mingling our bodily fluids. You'll understand everything much better once we do that."

[User] "...h-how do we do that?" Sascha peeked at Darius's lean form, his eyes scanning over the man's toned torso before he quickly looked away, blushing. He felt mingled curiosity and unease. What exactly was he getting himself into...?

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"If you were a regular wolf, it would be easy. Just induce you to lick my palm, dried blood included." Darius showed his wounded palm. "But you have a LOT more agency than a typical familiar. The more I think about that, the more I like it."

Darius closed his hand. "There's also the whole Lycan issue." he said. "I don't want to let you infect me with your were-kemonomimi-ness" The tall, elegant and sexy man continued to display his body. I'm open to any mingling of bodily fluids that don't require us to leave this circle.

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"Well, I... I," Sascha fumbled as he considered their options. "What if I cut myself and you lick it, then. That works right? I can use my claws." He raised a hand to show his clawed nails glinting in the moonlight, trying to smother the doubt creeping into his voice. He didn't actually know if ingesting werewolf blood would transform a human or not. Up to now he had always just avoided them.

The way Darius was looking at him, laying there like that, brought the other options to mind. _What would we do, kiss to swap spit? Gross._ Thinking about it made the boy feel strange. His body felt flush with---nerves? Something. The excess energy made him fidget as he pointedly turned his head to stare into the forest, away from the man in front of him.

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"I could do that. Me licking your blood is perfect for the timing of this ritual, being on a blood moon." Darius said. "And I think you using your own claws to draw blood would be especially resonant." Darius sat up a bit to indicate some items in the circle.

"If you wish, you can use the salt water there to wash your claws. I saw you scrabbling at the dirt earlier, and I would hate for you to get some silly infection from our consummation." He said. "And as long as you're at it, we can 'dry' your claws with the sage smudge stick. The drying part would be just a formality. I like that you have ideas of your own. I think we can work together to have a mutually beneficial Familiar relationship."

Darius couldn't help but notice how Sascha stared away into the night. "I expect this is all very new to you. For what it's worth, it's new to me also." Darius said. "I don't know if you spend most of your time in your beast form, or if I just happened to get lucky doing my summoning when you were a wolf. But if you want to give a try to living in the human world as a human, we can work out those details."

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The boy wrinkled his nose. "I'm not a 'human,'" he said, disgusted at the thought, "Not even when I look like this. But... sometimes I use this form during the day. I sleep as a wolf, though." _Easier to defend yourself that way,_ he didn't add.

Sascha shifted to sit on his knees and leaned on all fours to drag the bowl of salt water towards himself. He peered into it suspiciously before dipping one finger in, then the others on that hand. His fingers swirled through the liquid, and he watched it turn from clear to murky brown.

"I-I don't think tasting my blood will make you a werewolf, right? I've never heard that, but I don't know much about humans, so, I dunno..." He didn't expect Darius to be nice. It had him feeling a bit guilty for suggesting this without knowing if it was safe. "I think it's just if I bite you. Or, uh, lick your wounds, I guess." He wrinkled his nose again and flicked the water off his fingers.

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"I think my volition in tasting your blood will provide me some protection from becoming a were-puppy" Darius said. "And I'm not without my own mystical defenses. But I truly hope we can, eventually, not be on guard against each other all the time."

Darius leaned forward and took the bundled herbs in hand. It was a simple matter to give the still smoldering bundle a wave to waken the embers and produce another plume of fragrant smoke. With all four elements invoked, Darius had no more reservations. "If you wound yourself, Sascha, I will taste your blood." He said. "That will be more than enough to consummate our Familiarity. We can figure out the rest after that."

[User] Sascha pouted. "Werewolf," he said, "but... okay." He took a breath to steel his nerves and held his hand over the smoke curling up from the bundle of herbs. His nails quickly dried. Sitting up to sit on his feet, he paused to look down at his other hand, tracing over it briefly with one warm claw. In a quick motion, he dug the tip of the nail in and sliced, hissing in pain. Blood welled up and dripped down his palm, slid down his arm. He shakily held the hand up to Darius, heart pounding against his rib cage as he considered the implications of what he was doing.

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Wondering if Sascha's lycanthropy implied some sort of healing factor that would quickly stanch this flow of blood, Darius put his lips to the wound and kissed it, like he was trying to 'make it better' for a small child. Inevitably, he got a lot of blood on his lips, which he licked off. He wasn't worried about 'wasting' any blood he didn't taste, it could fall on the ground in the circle and mingle with the few drops he had spilled to start this ritual.

"All we needed was a few drops, kiddo." He said. "Or do you were-wolves regenerate so fast you had to start a gusher to get me a few drops to taste?"

Darius let go Sascha's arm. "No matter really." he said. "You're not going to bleed out from that, but in a few moments, you'll get an idea of what you've just bought into. I don't think you'll be disappointed."

Darius waited a few seconds. "And here it comes." he said. "I wasn't lying when I said it was more a relationship of equals than master/slave. But you'll know that soon enough."

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Sascha licked across his palm absentmindedly. "It'll heal," he said. He felt the stinging wound reacting to his saliva, starting to tingle as his skin stitched itself back together. It wouldn't fully heal right away, but good enough to stop the bleeding. He balled his hands up to rest on his legs.

Something strange was building within him. His tense muscles relaxed on their own, and there was a sense of warmth, safety, even affection? It took him a moment to place it, but it almost felt like he was looking at a pack mate. Bonded. Sascha squinted up at Darius's face, trying to read his expression. He wasn't sure if he liked this.

The sensation wasn't unpleasant---if he was being honest with himself, it was nice. The child didn't have a pack anymore, and he had missed this feeling. But the sense that a spell was being cast on him made him uneasy. Could he trust his perception right now?

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Darius opened his magical senses as the bond enveloped him. He had done his research, but no amount of reading could prepare him for the reality of it. He could feel the boy relaxing, letting down his guard, accepting the relationship, even though he really didn't have a choice.

"This was quicker and stronger than I expected." Darius said, as he noted with surprise that he was quickly becoming aroused. He was steel-hard in a matter of moments and feeling a rush of oxytocin that took his mind back to his tween years when erections would spring up out of nowhere. He felt oddly exposed now, with no way to hide his excitement.

"This is also more intimate than I expected." Darius added. "You being a free-willed person and not merely a remarkable animal probably has a lot to do with that. I hope my sexual response does not frighten you. It surprises me, but I assure you I'm in control of my actions."

His phallus stood proudly. At eight inches and with a bare pubis, he would have looked huge, but with his height and build he looked perfectly proportional. "I should have asked earlier." Darius said. "Do you have clothes at all, or do you spend most of your time in your beast form?"

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Sascha's eyes trailed down from Darius's face and he blinked, briefly unable to look away. His heart jumped and he turned his wide-eyed gaze to the side, breathing deeper. The sight of Darius's hard cock shocked him, but more than that, the boy was confused at the way his own body instinctively responded in kind, his pussy quickly becoming swollen, sensitive, wet. He could smell their pheromones mingling. _What kind of spell is this?_ Sascha wanted no part in---whatever this was. The warm feelings of their new bond struggled against his annoyance at being overwhelmed by something he didn't understand.

"Of c-course I have clothes, they're in my den," he snapped, suddenly wishing very much that he had them. He felt too vulnerable like this. His wolf form seemed very inviting, but he didn't want to risk further harm to his hand by transforming and walking on it in the dirt. Sascha closed his eyes to clear his head. He wasn't sure how to get back to his den from here, wasn't sure where they even were. "I need new ones, anyway," he said, thinking about the frayed pair of pants he had nearly outgrown. "You'll get me something, right? Least you can do after dragging me into this..." He mumbled sulkily, rubbing at his flushed face.

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Darius could feel the sense of turmoil coming from his new familiar. Sascha was a cute boy, the ears were the icing on the cake, and his plumbing made him especially unique. Darius realized that as well as gaining a familiar, he'd adopted a kid. "If you were asleep when I summoned you, I have a notion of where you might have been." Darius said. "We have to leave the circle for me, that is, for us to cast that spell."

Darius used his athame to symbolically cut the circle, releasing the pair from the protection it offered. He gathered his magical tools and put them in his back pack. "Now's your chance." he said. "If you were a regular animal, you would never try to escape. But you're quite extraordinary. If you have the inclination to just run away, you, uniquely, might be able to. I won't try to stop you."

Darius considered getting dressed, but didn't want to leave Sascha alone in his exposed state. "There is a spell to detect sapients. I used it several times before I summoned you. There was one sapient, right at the edge of my awareness, that was stationary for a good hour before I summoned you." the warlock said. "If you want to stick around and see what it's like to cast a spell with me, we can cast it again. If that person isn't there now, then I would bet that you were who I was detecting."

Darius gave Sascha time to consider. "I will warn you, that casting the spell with me will probably make it harder for you to leave of your own free will, if you later desire that. That's just speculation though. You're really off the charts as familiars go."

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Sascha felt his ears twitch with interest at that. He could just leave? Or he might be able to, at least. He sat in the same spot and looked up to watch Darius pack his things, unmoving.

_Why did he tell me that?_ Darius wouldn't be able to find another familiar for seven years if Sascha left. Despite his uncertainty about this whole arrangement, the boy felt a bit guilty thinking about it. He could think of worse ways Darius could have gotten him to this point, ways he could have forced it. The man was actually pretty decent from what Sascha could tell. And... something within Sascha really didn't like the thought of leaving anymore. Now that he knew it might be possible, when he actually considered it, there was this sense of loss, dread building in the pit of his stomach. His new role as a familiar was influencing him. He wasn't sure how he felt about that.

"...I'll stay," he decided, and quickly added, "B-but I want my stuff back. How do you cast that spell?"

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"I'll do the spell casting. Your part in it is to act as a conduit between me and the natural sources of arcane energy around us." Darius said. "This is new to me as well as to you, so some of what I'm about to describe might not match your experience exactly."

Darius considered further. "What I've read is that you increase my surface area, metaphorically speaking. We will take in arcane energy from the sources around us as a combined unit. You should feel it flow through you and to me." The big warlock said. "Then when I cast the spell, you become sort of like a polarizing filter, again metaphorically speaking. You realign the energy of the spell to be more compatible with the energies around us."

Darius pondered another moment. "All that is book learning. I think it's interesting that both of us are keyed to the Moon. I am a Moon Mage, and you're a werewolf." He said. "That could produce an interesting synergy. We'll just have to see. But enough gabbing. I'm going to cast the spell. It's a simple one actually, with just one gesture."

The tall warlock was still for a moment, his eyes closed. Then he put a hand above his eyes in a gesture that looked like he might be shading his eyes from the sun. It looked a little out of place considering the pair were standing under a full moon. But it marked the beginning of the spell.

[User] Puzzled, Sascha watched Darius shade his eyes, but then he felt it. The magical energy flowing through him gave him goosebumps---cool and smooth, almost like the night air or the moonlight itself were pouring into him, leaving his body newly refreshed and awake. The energy flowing out of him and into Darius enhanced the connection Sascha now felt to him, and once again he felt a rush of warmth. Arousal flared within him, his nipples and clitoris swollen and tingling, intense hot and cold sensations stirring together. Sascha blushed and bit his lip, trying to focus on the task at hand. "Is it working?"

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"Yes, it most assuredly is working." Darius said. "For what it's worth, I had no idea what I was missing."

The tall, pale man opened his magical senses, now informed by the new rush of power, as well as something else. Prior to this moment he had always experience this spell as a sort of radar image. Not literally, but that was how his mind had translated the perceptions. But now, a new dimension was open to him. He literally felt as if he could turn into the wind and sniff out what was in that direction.

Perhaps it wasn't a coincidence that the place he had formerly noticed that stationary sentient was no longer occupied. And even more so, why Sascha, the werewolf boy, his new familiar couldn't easily identify his present location. That spot was downwind from the pair now. The scent would be blown away by the light breeze.

"I have a hunch," Darius said. "that the sapient I sensed earlier was you." He pointed downwind. "If we head that way, about a mile, I think you will recognize your location and be able to retrieve your belongings."

Darius let the spell drop, feeling almost a pang of... regret? as the power channel naturally closed. "We can walk there, if you want." he said. "But my Jeep is just over the rise behind us, not fifty yards away. We won't get there much faster, but if we do encounter any difficulties on the way, we'll have an automobile to help us get out of them." Darius reached down to his pile of clothing and pulled a key fob out of the pocket of his pants. "Your call on this one. I like that you have considerable agency. I want to foster it."

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The flow of magic died down, and for a moment, Sascha felt oddly hollow. The feeling of connection had grown as Darius worked with the magical energy, and Sascha could actually feel it flowing out into the environment as the spell was cast. He shook his head, trying to clear the daze that had fallen over his mind. He stared blankly as Darius spoke until he got to the word ''automobile'', and then the boy's brow furrowed.

"That's a... car, right?" Sascha was curious despite himself; he had never been in one, only seen them from a distance. His pack had always traveled on foot, usually in their beast forms. "I guess we can go in that. Don't the windows come off or something? It'll be easier to find my den if I can catch the scent."

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"Yes, a 'car' is an 'automobile.'" Darius said. "I'm interested to learn your reaction if you've never ridden inside one before. We certainly can roll down the window for you. I won't even complain if you stick your head out the window and let your tongue hang out of your mouth."

Darius led the way back to his Jeep. He opened the passenger side door for Sascha. Before the werewolf pup even got in, he explained some of the workings. "This lever here," he pointed at the interior door handle, "will let you open the door from the inside. It's not safe to do that when the car is going fast, but we're not going to go faster than you could run before we get to the place I think your den might be."

Darius stood back, allowing Sascha to enter the vehicle or not, according to his preference. "I hope that my continued arousal is not distracting or threatening to you." Darius said. "I really can't help it. It's like being a tween or teen again, with spontaneous boners I can't do anything about."

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"I-it's not," Sascha said quickly. It was distracting, but not for the reason Darius seemed to think. The scent of their combined pheromones was intoxicating, and every time he caught a glimpse of Darius's erect cock, his own swollen genitals throbbed with something like sympathy pain. The young werewolf wasn't sure why the man was unaware of the reaction he was causing in him. Couldn't he smell it? Maybe not. Sascha knew humans couldn't smell much. Or see in the dark, or run very fast. Most of them couldn't even walk barefoot on the forest floor. _How do they even get around?_ The pup wondered, unimpressed. He eyed the Jeep. _I guess that's why they made... auto-whatever._ At least his human apparently had walking in the forest figured out. Darius didn't seem to have any trouble without shoes, or any clothes at all, for that matter...

Sascha climbed up into the passenger seat, not wanting to dwell on their shared nakedness any longer. Setting aside his disdain for humans and their limitations, he was relieved to find something else to focus on, and he'd always been curious about their strange machines. His eyes scanned over the various levers and knobs. He might as well have been sitting in an alien spaceship for all the comprehension he had of what he was looking at. "How do you tell it to move?" he asked, grabbing a random knob on the dashboard and twisting.


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Rest. Peace. Comfort. All the things she knew from back home, waking up in a cozy bed to greet the day, these were the first sensations that washed over Shaetiel as her consciousness returned to her. It was a strange thing, to suddenly feel like that again after everything she had been through and still vividly remembered experiencing. No pain shot through her chest, and finally, she had feeling back in her body. Enough feeling to realize that she was laying in a bed, covered in down pillows and blankets, not quite silky but certainly comfortable enough. The bedspread was made of black fabric, the hems touched up with silver thread, and next to the queen-sized bed was a table adjacent to a covered window. The window itself was easily twice the size of a man, the outside obscured by darkened curtains, and the only light source inside was a candelabra by the heavy wood door.

The room itself wasn't particularly big, though spacious enough that the bed, a night table, a tall mirror, and a tall closet with multiple drawers could comfortably fit inside it. The walls were of rough obsidian, matched by smooth dark marble floors and a ceiling of some kind of gray wood, a stark contrast to the bright and light building materials used by the elves, perhaps even a complete opposite to it. Still, the darkened interior held a certain comfort to them, like hiding away under the blanket on a cold night. There was little else in the room, almost remarkably devoid of any kind of character or feeling of being lived in, like it had stood empty for a very long time indeed. Upon further inspection, Shaetiel found herself completely without blemish or sign of wounds, though also entirely naked under the sheets.

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Shaetiel took a long, deep breath, savoring the air she took in, despite the very slight tang there seemed to be to it. It only served to prove that she was not actually home. Not that she could picture this room anywhere at home.

She blushed red on realizing that she was now naked, suddenly missing the light nightshift that she barely thought about before. But, she was alone in the room. She slipped out of the bed. Surprisingly, she wasn't tired at all, despite the seemingly long and emotional ordeal. She stopped in front of the mirror, stepping closer and checking her body. There were no marks on her skin where her heart was, no scar, and she even ran a hand over her flat chest to make sure that it was as it had always been. Shaetiel pulled back and looked more fully at herself. The same face and eyes, the same long hair that fell past her slim buttocks as it had for ages. Her legs were long and thin, as was common for elves. She soon became self-conscious of examining her naked body and stepped away, opening the dark door to the closet, examining the inside.

What she found she wouldn't have called clothes. Robes that were near transparently sheer, others of barely any fabric. Corsets that offered no coverage of her chest, garters, panties that were barely a strip of cloth, long and short gloves that were of the supplest of leather, boots that covered the angle or went far up the thigh of similar material, and all with high spiked heels... And various straps and buckles and rings that she had no idea how they were supposed to fit.

She slumped to the cool floor, emotion and realization finally taking her. She was nowhere near home, trapped in some dark place likely infested with demons. And she was alone.

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The dark chamber itself offered little in the way of homely comforts for an elf, so different was it from what she was used to that even the prospect of getting clothed seemed like a daunting task. Outside, she could only hear distant, unfamiliar sounds, what little breeze that managed to get past the heavy curtains was not particularly refreshing at all, or at least nowhere near as refreshing as a morning in the forest used to be. She was certainly far from home, as far as she had likely ever been, and if the being from before was to be believed, then she had ended up in a place of ferocious, bloodthirsty demons, no doubt. Creatures of great evil and fire, legendary beings that caused the downfall of empires or wiped out entire cities overnight. How could one single little girl possibly hope to survive in this hellscape?

No sooner had the intrusive thoughts settled in her mind before she heard the door click open, opening up to reveal... "Good moooorning! Are you up ye-" the sing-song voice of a young girl broke through the silence of her thoughts, and in stepped her very first demonic encounter. Still grasping the door handle in one hand and one leg raised slightly as she leaned into the room, the girl's almost glowing yellow eyes were wide in surprise at seeing Shaetiel on the floor, or at least that's what one would expect surprised her. The girl was dressed in a maid-like outfit, physically appearing to be at least a handful of human years older than her, the girl was the very picture of nubile, small breasts that had just barely settled, just a hint of thickness to her thighs, and beautiful white skin to boot.

That's where any similarities to any elf or human stopped, however, as the girl also sported a black, spaded tail, small bat-like wings, and a pair of curved horns, which a lock of her long, dark, and red hair had been slung over. "Oh... my... lords..." she breathed as taken aback by the sight of Shaetiel, her eyes practically sparkling with stars as her hand moved to her mouth in apparent shock. "You... you..." she continued with bated breath, seemingly unable to find the words for what she wanted to say. At least for a second longer, when she all but jumped at the elf girl. "You're just too cuuuuute!" she squealed, slinging her arms around the little girl still seated on the floor, hugging her like she was a kitten or other baby animal, pushing her cheek against hers and rubbing it like it was the best thing in the world. "You're so cute I could diiiieee~"

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Shaetiel remained kneeling, eyes wide at the sudden intrusion and treatment at the hands of the... demon maid? As for someone she would have expected to see in this place, this older girl was perhaps the furthest thing from them. She found it hard to breathe due to the tight squeezing hug the girl, who was a fair bit stronger than she appeared.

The girl gave another squeal and tight hug, then finally broke off and held Shaetiel by the shoulders, holding her at arm's length and taking in a view of her nakedness. "Such a shame to cover all this up, but you're expected. Time to play dress up!"

Shaetiel was pulled to her feet, and the demon maid buzzed about, pulling out clothes and holding them up to her, cooing and squealing and shaking her head. Finally, however, the girl stepped back with a satisfied nod. "Just missing one piece, but not my place to put it on you. But otherwise... wow... absolute cutemageddon."

Shaetiel looked at herself in the full-length mirror, her eyes growing wide again. Her top was a (fairly tasteful) near-sheer triangle of cloth that wrapped around her neck and came about halfway down her chest, barely covering her nipples, and strapped along the bottom with a belted strap that wrapped around her. Her arms were clad in a supple, leather-like material, starting from her wrists and ending about halfway along her upper arms, with both ends secured by somewhat tight strappings. A short-short frilly skirt barely covered her from hips to just a touch down her thigh, with a strapping belt that wrapped around just below her hipbone. From underneath, garter straps led down her long legs to stockings (of the same material as her arm sleeves) that went just a couple of inches above the knees, again held by tight straps, and leaving a few inches of exposed thigh. The outfit was finished off by cute ankle boots with a somewhat moderate heel, though Shaetiel was afraid to move for fear of stumbling. All the straps and even the boots had loose black metal rings attached, as if to hook other things to.

Shaetiel stared at the maid girl. "This... I am supposed to wear this?" she finally stammered out.

[User] Now that Shaetiel was 'properly' dressed, the maid took a step back to examine her work, her gaze running from top to toe while one of her demure hands propped up her chin. "Hmmm," she gave a thoughtful hum, apparently not having heard the stammered question, "perhaps the boots are a bit much... but not something we can't adjust later," she said, more to herself than the other occupant in the room, taking in Shaetiel with the same kind of inquisitive look as an art critic might judge a painting. "Hm? Sorry, what were you saying?" she finally continued, looking to the elven girl with a cutesy, almost innocent, tilt of the head. "Don't worry, you'll have time to pick your own clothes later, but right now we need to go see the master."

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"The master...?" Shaetiel began, before the maid grabbed her hand and pulled her along. Shaetiel stumbled a bit, having no experience with the heels, trying to keep up and keep upright. As it turned out, having a hand to hold on to helped, and she only nearly fell once.

But her mind was on trying to learn to walk, she barely saw any of her surroundings. The halls were of the same material as her room, and they passed by other figures, half-hidden in the shadows the large tall hallways provided. At least a couple of them were demonic girls much like the maid girl, and Shaetiel blushed when she realized that she was being looked at and appraised by all those they passed.

While certainly better than the void she had been in, all this was just as confusing to her. She wondered who this master was, the building was far too large to be a simple manor. Whoever it was, they had to be very powerful indeed.

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The hallway that she'd been brought out into was fitted primarily with doors much like the one to her own room, the total lack of windows meaning that the only source of illumination were the scarce few redly glowing sconces in the walls. The small fires within did not seem to create smoke or warmth, and offered so little light that most places were still covered in deep shadows which seemed to mesh almost uncannily well with the dark materials of the walls and floor.

Eyes peered at her from the dark as she passed, both red and yellow and purple ones, most of which seemed to be female in nature. Some of them were cold, others curious, and even some appeared to perceive her with barely hidden disdain. The maid she was being escorted by seemed to take it all in stride, smiling widely as she led her out of the living quarters wing and into a larger central hallway. "Don't worry about them, you're just all the talk of the palace right now, so it's obvious that they'd be taking an interest in you," she said, beaming brightly in a way that was very un-demonic. "Just keep your head high, you're an important newcomer after all!"

Large windows took up most of the opposite wall, revealing a huge inner garden that seemed to be encircled by the primary hallway they were walking. Trees and plants she'd never seen before were expertly maintained, and came mostly in darker colors like purple or crimson, crisscrossed by stone paths and small gazebos or fountains. It also revealed that they were on the second floor, allowing her to look down into the garden or up at the sky. The sky might very well have been the most shocking of all, as instead of the bright blue she was used to, it was an ominous red, punctuated by a seething black sun and no trace of clouds at all.

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Shaetiel pondered the maid's words. She was important? But how? She was just an elven girl, not even of high nobility, nevermind royalty. Though, from what the void demon had said... maybe she was. She followed along in silence, peeking at another pair of demon girls in the hall, both wearing equally revealing outfits as she had been dressed up in, though seemingly having no embarrassment over it.

She peered outside again, a habit of hers from back home, she loved how the trees would sway in the breeze in spring, or collected snow during the winter. But here, while in a way darkly beautiful, left her feeling pangs of despair. She shook her head and focused on her steps.

They turned down a short hall that came to a pair of large imposing doors, flanked by two large beefy guards. She kept her gaze down, feeling their harsh glares as they motioned them through. Inside was a clearing a throne room of some kind, though they were stopped before they could get much beyond the doors. A tall, more fully figured demoness stood in their way. "You may wait outside, Azaria." she said dismissively, her eyes remaining on the young elven girl. The maid did a little curtsy and backed away, leaving Shaetiel alone with the demon woman. She walked around Shaetiel and reached out and lifted Shaetiel's hair, then let it drop. "We will have to do something about this, but otherwise you are presentable. Follow, and speak only when you are spoken to, unless you enjoy punishment."


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Trent and Victoria walked across to the main school building where the cafeteria was. Finding it wasn't easy. Trent sniffed the air and scented the delicious food not far away, then simply followed his nose, his stomach growling again when he smelled the food. He'd done quite a bit of running earlier that day, after all, and the exertion from their earlier 'exercise' had pushed him about to his limit.

At the cafeteria, the two stood in line. It was a large, clean room with numerous tables set up. It was counter service, like most cafeterias, but the food definitely seemed to be of good quality and it was clear that the chef enjoyed his work. There were a few dishes available and Trent chose the spaghetti, receiving a heaping plate of it and waiting for Victoria to get her food as well before walking to the nearest empty table and taking a seat. Boys and girls were looking at the newcomers with interest, but eventually turned back to their own meals so as not to make them uncomfortable.

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Victoria happily followed Trent from their room towards the cafeteria. She was certainly not disappointed in the smell of the food and the cafeteria itself was quite nice. She followed Trent and got into line trying to decide what she wanted to eat. Then she whispered to Trent, "Maybe I should put a note on your back that says 'Taken' so that all the girls here know that they have zero chance. I can not blame for looking, but they are not allowed to touch." She giggled a little to herself, ultimately deciding on a chef salad, some fruit, and a bottled water. It was much better than her last school lunchroom which was an over glorified home economics kitchen with student chefs.

"I wonder how fast word about us is going to spread around this school. My last school had a Facebook page that updated with student photos of all the new students. You would be surprised how fast people formed opinions about someone based on them setting foot into a classroom." She happily ate some of her salad. The stares didn't bother her, Victoria was use to them. Everyone was always staring at her either sizing her up or trying to figure out a way to use her. ...though she liked it when Trent was staring at her. The thought brought a smile to her lips. "This place is pretty nice. Though I must admit something tells me that our room is going to be the most fun place in this school." She gently played a little game of footsies under the table with a smile on her face. The food was delicious and soon she had finished her meal very satisfied. "Well that was good. What shall we do now? Perhaps we could go out on a trail and climb a tree... or we could explore the campus a bit more I suppose... or if you really want to we could always go back to our room and you could give me a 'wrestling' lesson." Victoria gave a quick wink as she said wrestling with an innocent little smile.

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Trent slowly became aware of the looks he was receiving from the various girls and flushed at Victoria's comments. He wasn't used to receiving this kind of attention, that was for sure, but then he hadn't been around many people his age for quite awhile. It seemed that they'd all started maturing while his attention had been elsewhere. Being desired was embarrassing, but did give him a slight feeling of pride as well, though it was primarily Victoria he was interested in. He laughed at her suggestion that she should put a 'taken' sign on him and teased her back. "Perhaps I should do the same... you're certainly getting a few looks yourself."

He sat down across from Victoria and began to eat. He tried to keep his manners and not make a mess despite his hunger; after all, eating too fast might make him sick. It wasn't easy though, the food was better than anything he'd had in a long time. Even when he'd stayed with the brothers, food had been very simple even if there was plenty of it. He sighed in pleasure as he ate, enjoying the food. Then he nearly jumped when she spoke and he felt her foot sliding over his. His eyes met hers and he grinned, joining in the game. If that was what she wanted to do, then he could play as well. His foot slowly slid up her leg and back down, his eyes never leaving hers. Damn, but he was starting to get aroused as well, remembering that wonderful moment back in their dorm. Trent was many things, but primarily he was a young boy and boys his age almost never turned down sex when it was offered. To do so would be quite against their nature.

"Well... I was thinking of going down to the village tomorrow and wandering about, we can look around the woods and do some tree climbing then too... and we both know how much you love to wrestle, so we can always look around the campus some more later." No one was watching, he slowly moved his foot up her leg so that it was rather near her crotch but not quite touching it, before lowering it again. "You need to be careful with those wrestling lessons though. You never know when you might wind up pinned."

The last bit of food finished, he offered her his hand and the two walked together away from the cafeteria. Trent held his tray so as to conceal the small bulge in his pants from anyone who might be watching until they left the cafeteria, then he just tried to walk casually and hoped that no one noticed. Damn but this was embarrassing... still, no one seemed to notice as they walked back to their room together and Trent closed the door.

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Victoria smiled a bit when Trent mentioned the looks she was getting. "Well, unfortunately those poor boys are going to have trip wipe the drool from their mouths and keep dreaming." She smiled widely as Trent's foot traveled up her leg. She couldn't help but love the rush it gave her as he was so close to touching her again. The intense desire that had driven her to let her guard down once again entered her mind. She watched Trent intently as he ate imagining how it felt when he touched her.

"Be careful, I might just put you in a submission." She teased as she finished her meal with a wink. She took his hand and walked happily from the cafeteria. She felt like every girl in that cafeteria was probably envious of her, as they should be. She had made it obvious that Trent was HER boyfriend and she was HIS girlfriend. As she entered their Victoria kicked off her shoes and almost pounced on Trent, kissing his lips and wrapping her arms around him. "Okay tough guy. Let's see if you can beat my submission hold!" With her left arm around his neck she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down a bit along with his under pants. Then she gently gripped his cock and began to rub him while kissing him again.

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Trent had been planning to take the lead, but when Victoria leaped on him and kissed him, pulling down his pants to stroke his cock, he wasn't at all unhappy with the result. He groaned with lust, body jerking in excitement as his stiff prick pushed against her hand, but he wasn't about to give up quite that easily. Now that he knew she could handle him without great discomfort or anything like that, he didn't have to be quite so careful with her.

Trent gradually took control of the kiss first, his tongue gently pushing open Victoria's mouth and sliding inside, dueling with her tongue. His own moans of pleasure muffled by her mouth, he slid a hand down between her legs, feeling Victoria's wetness. She was already getting damp down there, a clear sign of her arousal and, as turnabout was fair play, began to slowly, teasingly, rub her pussy through her panties.

"That's... a very nice submission hold," he gasped as she stroked his cock, but since she was holding onto him, she had only one hand to work with while he had two. His second hand moved behind her and slid under the waistband of her panties, rubbing her ass and slowly reaching around between her legs. The first hand he'd had stroking her through her panties moved up to rub about where her clit was. "But I... ah... I know your weakness..."

[Assistant] Victoria gasped at Trent's sudden, yet quite welcome, counterattack. "Hey... no fair..." she said blushing as his touch became more and more concentrated on her. She lifted her left leg just a bit the second his hand pressed against her clit. She gripped him a bit more with her second arm as if to balance herself a bit more. Her hand gripping his cock loosened a little and she gave him a pouty yet playful look between kisses. "Proper etiquette says... ah...! You are supp... supposed to let... me... ah...! Win." She kissed him and then batted her eyes just a little bit for effect, "But... if you really... want... I can... be your prisoner." She could feel her heart thumping against her chest and every time Trent's fingers caressed her clit she felt like lighting was jumping through her body. She was quite wet now and the tone of her voice had change to almost a more submissively playful tone.

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"My prisoner?" Trent smiled as he continued to caress her, re positioning her so that he was pushing her back against the wall, trapping her with his body. "Mmm... I like the sound of that. Do you want to be my prisoner this time? We both 'win' in the end, after all."

He might be inexperienced, but he knew how to control himself, at least for the moment. He didn't think it would be for long though, and at this rate it was unlikely they would even make it to the bed. He kissed and nipped along her shoulder and throat until his lips found hers once more, fingers entering her and thrusting inside where he'd taken her virginity mere hours ago.

His cock was getting incredibly hard and he knew he couldn't wait much longer, but he loved listening to her moans and cries of pleasure. His tongue thrust between her lips but the sounds she made still filled his ears. Soon, he'd pulled his fingers out and ground against her, letting her feel the strength of his arousal... all for her.

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Victoria couldn't resist Trent as he slowly pinned her against the wall. "Do you always let the prisoner..." She let a soft coo escape her lips, "...decide?" She was very wet now and she spread her legs a bit wider as his fingers set her body on fire once more, "...a bad girl like me... might... take advantage of your... kindness."

She kissed him again and whispered to him, "Trent... I... ah!" She couldn't finish but her tone was like that of a person desperately looking for release. Her hand could feel how hard he was and her body desperately wanted to feel it as well. She tugged at his cock a little and looked at his beautiful eyes. "Punish me?" She said in a begging tone as her checks flushed and her body pleaded for what she knew was coming next.

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Trent grinned sheepishly at her question and kissed her again before leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Mmm... maybe it just excites me to hear you say it?" He rubbed against her, letting her feel his hardness once more, but it was her plea for punishment that truly galvanized him into action.

"I'll punish you then," he whispered teasingly and lifted her legs, easily holding up her weight as he guided himself under her. "Though it feels almost like I'm rewarding you."

He waited until he was underneath her, then slid her downward again, slowly impaling her on his shaft as he held her against the wall. He went slowly, thinking that for this horny girl that kind of treatment could certainly be regarded as a kind of punishment. "Mmm... Victoria..." He gasped out her name as he felt himself sinking inside her depths, finally letting her fall the last couple of inches so he was fully inside her.

[Assistant] Victoria almost giggled when Trent mentioned that punishing her was actually more of a reward for her. The thought was quickly interrupted however when he pressed against her. She gave a soft gasp, "Ahh! Trent... that is no... fair..." She was slowly taking him into her and that was almost maddening to a degree. At the same time it made her focus on each moment more and then when the moment finally came when he had penetrated her fully, Victoria gave a a satisfied gasp and then with an almost desperate cry she begged for more. "Trent! Give me more... I... need more." She gripped his back and kissed his ear, "Please?" She couldn't help herself. Victoria was completely addicted and no matter what she wanted more and at this moment she was willing to let Trent do whatever he wanted to as long as she could get it.

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Trent loved how the girl begged for it. Her voice was music to his ears and it spurred him on, making him more determined than ever to drive his sexy girl wild with pleasure. He had done this to her... helped make sweet, innocent little Victoria into a sex-crazed maniac and in truth, he was quickly becoming just as addicted to her as she was to him.

Knowing that she wanted more, he gave it to her. Hands on her hips keeping her aloft and held against the wall, he thrust all the way into her and began to roughly pound her tight little pussy, grinding his hips against her in a half-circular motion whenever he thrust all the way in. She was his... this was less lovemaking and more a wild 'taking', a 'claiming' of this gorgeous girl who was offering herself. "Victoria... God, you're so tight!" he growled in her ear. He knew he was being rough, but he knew from their first time together that she could take it and loved it this way.

[Assistant] Victoria felt like her heart was going to explode. The amazing sensation she was experiencing was shaking her to her very core. Her whole body felt hot and tingled, like she had become a flame dancing in the wind. Every breath was mixed with an excited gasp of pleasure and each time she felt more and more as if she was going to explode. This feeling was one she just could never get over. The intense euphoric high that she was experiencing heightened all of her senses to a degree allowing her to feel each of Trent's amazing thrusts into her body. "Oh... Trent... I want to... feel you... filling me up!" At that moment she could take no more, her body exploded in a wave of exhausting pleasure as she climaxed. Her breathing slowed a bit and she could hardly believe how good she felt. "...that was great."

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Trent heard her words, but could no longer respond. He was lost in the mad frenzy of mating, the only thought he had was to shoot as much of his seed into this wonderful girl as possible. His breathing sped up, his hips bucked, and his cock slammed all the way into her as he pushed her down onto his length. Cum erupted from his cock and shot after shot of his thick seed filled Victoria's pussy, reaching deep inside her, and her body seemed to accept it flowing into her.

Not losing his grip on her, He carefully guided her to the floor, sitting her in his lap as he sat down and kissed her gently. "You make me feel wonderful," he whispered as he drew his arms around her, cock still inside her. "I never thought something like this would happen. Did you want to take a rest now? We can sleep together, wake up for dinner and do some more wandering around? I'm a bit worn out."

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Victoria sighed as if she was a balloon letting out all of the air inside her. She had to take a moment and recompose herself. She was exhausted, but it was the kind of exhaustion that left one completely relaxed and comfortable. "I am not..." she yawned a little and laid her head against his shoulder a bit, "...tired." She could feel his heart beat and it almost felt like it was timed with hers... one thump... two thumps... until she eventually lost track of the two separate beats and counted one steady beat.

"You know... when we are connected like this... it almost feels like we are one person." She brushed her hair from her eyes a little and smiled. "I suppose if you are worn out I guess we can rest a little bit." She playfully rocked her hips a little just to tease him. "I would not want to ride my poor prized stallion to death now would I?" She kissed his cheek and whispered into his ear, "But I do think I'd rather have you in me than out."

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Trent groaned a little as Victoria shifted, his cock twitching a little as she did. God, this girl was totally insatiable... but he could get used to this. Now that she'd been introduced to sex it seemed Victoria couldn't get enough, and Trent was looking forward to learning to keep up with her. He grinned a little lopsidedly at her and then, without letting himself slide out of her, lifted her up and carried her to the bed, lying them both down. "I love being connected to you like this... but if I'm your stallion, does that make you my mare?" he teased gently.

The naughty suggestion made him imagine her on all fours while he fucked her hard from behind, mounting her and thrusting in and out while she cried with pleasure. He twitched a little inside her, but still settled back on the bed, arms around her. They really should get some sleep. "But it sounds like you're a bit tired too... there'll be plenty of time for more fun later."

He laid there, still pressed against her, still inside her, and held her against him. He could feel her breath against his skin, and hear her heart beating in time with his. She was right... it really was like they were one person. Soon both of them were falling asleep, and into dreams.


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After idly scratching the lazy cat head for a bit, the teen marched to the kitchen intent on getting some lunch when he found it, the monstrosity that signaled the end of his plans for the evening. That pink piece of paper resting over the fridge's door, with a message that was definitely scribbled on his mother's neat cursive.

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hey, I got you a job babysitting,
it starts at 16:00 at 79 St Paul Ave.
DON'T. BE. LATE
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"Son of a fucking bitch" the young male cursed no one in particular, his hunger forgotten as he stomped his way to the living room intent on taking his phone and giving his mom a piece of his mind, yet he wasn't capable of doing it in the end, calling his mother only to complain about this would make him look like a little whiny child, which was something that would deeply hurt his pride and ego, not to say that it would have made all his work of the last couple of week completely worthless.

With the note still held between his fingers the teenager dropped himself over a couch with a moody grunt which in turn made the cat jump out of it offended at his rude wakening, it wasn't as if he really had a plan for that afternoon but he could think of thousands of thing that would be more meaningful that looking after a snot nosed brat that couldn't even take care of himself, also why did she have to dispose of his time all the time, it really grated on his nerves that damn attitude of just thinking that he didn't have thing to do, almost as if he was always free to cover up for her.

He watched the innocent looking note with disdain, he knew that there was no use on blaming the piece of paper for his fate but it made him feel better, being capable of direct his anger and frustration into something rather than just have it boiling inside his head. He considered ignoring the note, pretending to have missed it when he reached home, but decided against it, it was just a couple of hours and he was getting paid, besides his mother would be a pain in the ass if he didn't do it.

With a long suspire the teen stood up and made his way to the front door after picking up keys and phone, checking the time he still had 15 minutes to get there so he walked slowly a small smirk drawing on his lips as he realized that now he could hold this over his mother head to get a free pass on his next screw up on in case he needed something. With his spirit a bit higher after that idea the teen knocked on the door of the address scribbled on the note _Here goes nothing_ he thought as the door started to open.

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Danny was currently sitting on the living-room couch munching on his peanut butter and jelly sandwich while watching spongebob on TV. He had recently just gotten back from his friend's house after a couple hours of playing games, but he still wasn't feeling tired. Restlessly he though about looking for hi mommy. Getting off the couch and wiping his hands on his shorts, Danny started skipping down the hallway looking in each room for his mom.

He found her over in her office typing on the computer. "Hi mommy! Watch ya doing?" Looking up from the monitor, his mother smiled at him. "Just finishing up some work honey." She replied back. Looking over at him for a moment, her smile turned more into a frown. "Did you wipe your hands on your shorts after eating again?" She said. "Wah?" Looking down Danny could see that some peanut better was smeared onto his shorts. uh oh. Letting out a sigh, his mom continued. "You know you should use a napkin. Quickly go get changed it some different shorts and put the dirty ones in the laundry. You remember what I said about today right?"

Taking a moment to think, Danny remembered that today mommy was going to go hang out with some friends so there was going to be a babysitter. "Is Ashley going to babysit me again?" He asked. "No, it's the son of one of my co-workers. She said that he needed to get of the house a bit and that he was responsible enough to take care of you. So go get changed, he's going to be here soon." His mom replied.

"Okay mommy." Danny responded. Then, running like the wind, he set off to go get changed, throwing off his shorts into the hamper and running to his room in nothing but his undies. Quickly deciding, he put on some green shorts. Resuming his activities of watching cartoons and eating, he could hear the knocking at the door.

His mother just happened to be leaving at that time, car keys in her hands. Opening the door she greeted the teenager on the other side. "Hi there, you must be the babysitter. Perfect timing. I don't have much time to talk, I'm in a hurry, but I'll be back in a couple of hours and there's some money on the counter for ordering any food you want. Have fun you two." With that, the mom left to her car, leaving Danny alone with the babysitter.

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Jackson just stared with a neutral face as the woman kept talking before leaving, while it was his first time babysitting he was surprised that the woman just up and left his kid with someone she didn't even know, sure she knew his mother but he doubted that was a warranty. Shrugging his shoulders, he stepped into the house, he was getting paid for this, so it wasn't as if he was going to complain to the woman for her lack of care.

A raised brow was his only reaction when he saw the boy he was supposed to be taking care of, and thanked whichever deity was smiling upon him that the kid was engrossed in watching cartoons, that fact alone was a relief, as he had no clue over what he was supposed to do while taking care of the brat.

He gave a glance around the room taking note of his surrounding and the money on the counter before addressing the brat "Look kid, let's get something clear, I'm not precisely here out of my free will so don't annoy me and I wont annoy you." he told the boy before taking out his phone and began texting with his friends, occasionally stealing a glance or two towards the boy to assure himself that the kid was still there. It was strange but every time he looked at the boy he could not help noticing a certain resemblance to a character of one of his favorite series, which was pretty amusing but not enough to keep him entertained.

Time seemed to advance incredibly slow, most of his friends were busy or unable to reply fast enough so after what seemed to be an eternity he pocketed his phone with a small grunt as he thought that this was going to be a really long day. With nothing better to do he raised his gaze to stare at the screen and the cartoons that seemed to keep the boy so entertained, the comedy was lacking but he supposed the bright colors and loud noises made up for it for little kids, what he want prepared for was for when he heard what was definitely an innuendo, unable to help himself he snorted in laughter "The f... fudge you watching kid?" he managed to ask trough his laughter, finally acknowledging the boy

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To Danny, the boy that was supposed to watch him didn't look very friendly and was a little intimidating. He was much taller than Danny and didn't seem very happy to be there. He told Danny not to annoy him and he understood. Sometimes other babysitters would say the same thing, or mommy would when she was working in her office. It didn't bother Danny too much, another episode of his favorite show was starting. Now finished with his sandwich he started eating some of the baby carrots that were set on the coffee table.

Sometimes the characters would act extra goofy and Danny couldn't help but giggle and laugh, but when he looked over at the teen, he didn't seem interested the least. Instead he kept looking at his phone. What could be so interesting on the phone? Danny wanted to ask, but didn't the teen would be happy for bothering him. So instead he continued watching the TV and threw the last carrot into his mouth.

After a little bit longer, the sound of laughter made him jump. Looking over he saw that the teen was laughing at the show, but he was confused. He also noted the use of the word fudge. Danny liked fudge, especially the chocolate kind grandma makes for Christmas. "What's so funny? And what was that about fudge?"

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An strange silence descended into the room as Jackson realized that he had spoken to the boy and broken their apparently mutual understanding of not annoying each other, but not only that a curse had almost slipped by (and he doubted that the boy's mother would appreciate the new sitter cursing in front of such a young boy) and now he had to explain the whole concept to the boy

He awkwardly scratched his neck as he thought how to explain it "Hmm... it's just...." He floundered for words before regaining his focus, he was technically an adult, he shouldn't have so much troubles explaining this kinds of things to the boy "It's nothing, just something that made me remember something that happened to a friend and that I promised to not tell." yeah, that should be enough to keep the boy calm until his mother could explain it to him.

With the crisis of the innuendo apparently avoided the whole ''not cursing'' was still hanging on the air and needed to be addressed, what should he do? Did the boy even know what swearing was? Did he had a list of NO words that he couldn't use? He did recall swearing once in front of his mom once when he was younger and the results weren't pretty "Look, there are certain words that older people use and that aren't meant for kids, okay?" he ordered more than asked the kid hoping that his awkward explanation was enough

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Danny sat there while the teen stared at for a while. It seemed he didn't feel comfortable anymore. The reply that he gave didn't make much sense for him either. He laughed because something he remembered about friends... and something else? That didn't make sense. And rather then explain his use of the word fudge, he just told him about not using certain words, sounding slightly worried while saying it.

"I still don't get how it can be funny. The characters on the TV were just doing goofy stuff. Please tell me. Pleeaassee." He started to bringing in the begging sound at the very end. It was usually effective on his mom so maybe with the boy it would work to. "Also what words do you mean I can't use, what words are they." He was beginning to shift further down the couch towards the boy while asking all the questions, accidentally bumping the remote off the couch. But it didn't deter him from asking his questions over again.

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_Great, just fucking great_ thought Jackson as the boy started to slowly move towards him, his voice acquiring a begging tone that kind of made him want to tell the boy, but that would only end on getting him into trouble, troubles that he really didn't need right now or in his future.

"Look kid" he said making an awkward pause when he realized that he didn't know the name of the boy "When you promise something, you have to keep your words, or else people wouldn't trust in you anymore" man he really didn't want to explain the birds and the bees to the boy, he was so not having that conversation "Just forget it, okay?"

He reached for the remote as it began falling but wasn't fast enough to catch it, and that proved to be a mistake as it put him incredibly close to those big begging brown eyes, and damn where those eyes hard to say no to, but he had to resist. "Look, have you ever said anything that made you mother really angry? It was one of those kinds of words, so just drop it okay?" before changing the TV to something that hopefully didn't contain any kind of innuendo.

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Danny felt a bit better that he was now able to talk to the teen, but he still wasn't satisfying his curiosity. But he understood secrets are super secret, and he and his friends would sometimes keep secrets. And he also understood that some words his parents didn't like, like that one time he repeated what he heard on a movie they were watching and his mom got mad. With pouty lips he relented and stopped moving closer. "Okay."

Sitting back on the couch he swung his feet back and forth while the older boy flipped the the channels. Some of the shows they passed looked boring and others he hadn't seen before. Occasionally he would keep glancing over at the teen. He didn't know why, but he was nice to look at. The white in his hair really made him stand out and look cool. "How did you get white in your hair?"

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Thankful that the crisis had been apparently avoided, he just kept surfing through channels seeking something that would be age appropriate for the boy making the mental note to keep track of what he said or did, as apparently the kid was some kind of sponge for picking up on stuff

He had finally found some kind of movie that seemed to be age appropriate when he realized that the boy had never stopped stealing glances at him, his eyes apparently drawn towards his white locks, an amused grin drawing on his lips as he ran a hand through his hair, fond memories of all the shenanigans he got on with his friends resurfacing "I got electroshocked when I was your age and tried to reheat some food on the microwave" he told the boy with a deadpan expression that lasted all of 10 seconds before he grinned. "Nah, it was prank from a friend, a really obnoxious prank."

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The teen had switched to a movie on the TV, it looked pretty cool, but for the time being he was more interested in his babysitter. At first he was horrified by what the boy said. It made him scared to use the microwave, but then it turned out he was just messing with him. "Ohh... do you think I can turn my hair white, it looks really cool."

The movie was starting to get a little bit boring for Danny's sake and he thought about playing with some of his toys. "Do you want to play toys with me? I have a bunch in my room." He was getting very excited, he always liked taking people to his room to show off all the cool toys he had. He reached over to grab the teen's hand and pulled a bit urging him to come with.

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Jackson features turned into a pensive frown as he stared at the boy soft hair, it wasn't as if he was going to encourage a little boy to mess with their hair (and it wasn't as if his mother would allow him to begin with) but somehow the idea of decoloring those adorable blonde locks didn't settle well with him, he couldn't quite explain it, but it would be kind of messing with a character design for no reason, and Dear lord how he hated when artist did that "Don't think white would work for you, kid." he told the kit with shrug trying to be nonchalant about it

"Hey hey hey no need to go tearing my arm off!" he jokingly said to the kid when he unsuccessfully tried to pull him towards his bedroom, in all honestly he couldn't care less for the boy toys, but there was something infectious on that kid excitement, not that Jackson was going to be eager to play with toys, but there was something about that smile and eagerness that made Jackson want to keep the kid happy. Begrudgingly he stood up from the couch---he had an image to maintain and wasn't about to go running after a little kid---before turning to the boy "Alright kiddo, show the way."

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Danny was a little disappointed about hearing that he couldn't make his hair white, but was happy enough that the teen was going to follow him to his room. Leading the boy down the hallway and making a turn, he led them both to his bedroom. It was a nice small room, with a couple posters and pictures hung up on the wall. A shelf nearby had some toys and models on it and a box was to the side filled with even more toys. One by one he picked a up a toy to show his babysitter.

After showing all the toys he ended with showing off hi bed. It was a small bed, perfect size for the kid, and had a blanket with a picture of some cartoon show on it. There was, of course, a bunch of stuffed animals all over the bed. Jumping on his bed he picked up a teddy bear. "And this is my favorite stuffed animal, Mr. Snuggles. So what do you think?" Danny was looking towards the teen with big expecting eyes.

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Resting his weight against the door frame the teen gazed around the room, it was a pretty decent room for a little kid he supposed, with plenty of colorful distractions to keep him entertained, he was going to make a sarcastic comment when he saw those brown eyes again and the comment died on his lips. Instead he gave the kid a sincere half-smile followed by a chuckle "Nice room, kiddo."

Before he knew what he was doing he had stepped forward and took a random plushie from among the several ones over the bed and idly tossed it up and caught it back again "So... you and mister snuggles had been friends for long?" he asked not really sure of how to proceed in regards to the boy petition about playing with his toys, it had been ages since he had played with toys, and the few models that he kept from his younger years were mostly used as odd decorations for his room nowadays.


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Ingrid walked around until she was standing behind Marko, out of his sight, so that she could better watch the process. It was different for her; she didn't need to breathe, so that helped, and being a girl meant that she already had the hints of a curvacious figure. She gestured to the masked servant, who awaited her signal, to go ahead and began pulling the laces through. It was a slow, deliberate process, and as the first few inches tightened in, Marko wouldn't really feel much except the cloth hugging him firmly. The steel bones weren't really painful, like he expected, and instead curved along his body's form rather well. For the first few minutes, it was actually almost pleasurable. It felt like an embrace, that steadily grew tighter and more intimate, forcing blood into his exposed organ. Ingrid rather enjoyed the sight from behind; his buttocks were cute and firm, and as his waist was cinched inwards, his hips seemed to swell outwards just enough to give an impression of a girlish figure.

_So far so good,_ she thought to herself, tapping one long finger against her pointed chin. He was definitely looking the part, and he was submissive enough. However, there was still something vital missing from this experiment, something she couldn't quite place. Ingrid paced around in a half circle, making her way back to Marko's front, her eyes scanning his slim form rapidly. There was still another several inches to bring the corset in, creating a semi-hourglass shape from his torso, and it was looking wonderful. She was more focused on his cocklet, which stood straight out at attention, seemingly begging to be touched or acknowledged in some way. Ingrid wondered about that alien member, which stared back at her accusingly, and she felt a rising desire to bring it to submission.

The two servants had finally reached the last of the laces; one had its foot planted squarely in the middle of Marko's back as it pulled the last half-inch in, and the other deftly tied a knot in place as the laces strained to loosen themselves. Marko's would now be on the verge of fainting, his waist becoming a scant twelve inches, his lungs being crushed beneath the silken embrace of the corset. Ingrid stepped closer, and stood on her tiptoes to aid him in releasing his hands from the hanging device. His small, shaking hands were delicate, like frightened birds, and she carefully pulled the leather strips from around them and gently brought his arms down to his sides. His entire form was shaking, his face red with the effort, and she was struck by how little his body could tolerate. This would have to change; but for now, she found his weakness made her feel sympathetic to his discomfort. She offered a gentle smile, and met his eyes with her own.

"You create quite an image," she said sweetly. With a silent thought, she sent a servant to retrieve a body-length mirror. It only took a few moments, and she beckoned Marko to view himself in the silver glass. "Come look!"

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"Is that... me?" Marko wondered aloud when he looked in the mirror. It was a struggle to take each shallow breath and his mind felt like it was swimming, but as he began to relax somewhat while studying himself in the mirror the feeling gradually faded and the red color drained from his face. It was still difficult to breathe but it seemed that it wouldn't be enough to asphyxiate him at least. As his mind cleared he studied his reflection more closely.

The corset gave him a hint of a girlish figure and if he didn't know better he would not have even recognized himself. As embarrassing as it was he couldn't help but admire how sensual he now looked, and a hint of a smile touched his lips as he recalled what Ingrid had said when she had the mirror brought. He wasn't yet sure what to think of it but it seemed she was pleased by it. He would be relying on her generosity now so as long as it didn't go against his morals he thought it was a good thing if she was pleased.

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Ingrid stepped closely behind Marko, aware that he would be unable to see her in the reflection of the glass. She skimmed her palms a half-inch above his flesh, riding the curves and angles of his torso and arms. Without laying a finger upon him, she brought chills to his flesh where her hands hovered, and out of nowhere, she pressed her lips to the back of his neck. His blood was warm and smelled succulent, but even more so was the scent of lilac petals from the bath her servants had given him. His wavy locks tickled her nose when she kissed his neck, and she pulled back, gasping slightly. She became aware of his bare buttocks and upper thighs, almost as fertile in shape as a young woman's, and she found that she couldn't resist touching him any more.

With both hands, she gripped each side of his hips, and brought her hands back around until she was cupping each cheek. She squeezed them firmly, grunting like an animal, before pressing her entire body against his back. Her hands found themselves running along the hourglass shape of his corset, and up over his flat chest. Ingrid was panting against his neck, her fangs flicking outwards as an onset of hunger rampaged through her small form. All other senses were obliterated as she focused solely on his thumping veins and the rush of life they promised her.

The smell was dizzying, and she could barely stop herself from piercing his skin with a death-kiss. She flung herself away from Marko in abandon, terrified that she almost lost all control. She pressed her face into her hands and closed her eyes tightly, focusing on the sensation of the cool floor against her bare feet.

[Assistant] Marko shivered slightly as he felt the presence of Ingrid's hands a fingers breadth from his skin and was alarmed that he couldn't see her in the mirror. Then she kissed his neck and he felt his heart race. When she finally touched his his hips and then squeezed his buttocks the feel of her cold hands against his flesh sent an unfamiliar sensation that was almost like an electric current racing through his body and a slight gasp escaped his lips. He began to grow fearful when he felt her breath against his neck as she panted slightly, but it was quickly replaced with concern when she flung herself away from him and covered her face with her hands. Turning to face her he reached out toward her but stopped himself a moment later. Unsure what to do, he quietly asked "Umm, a... are you, okay? Are you... hungry?"

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Ingrid froze in her tracks, and slowly straightened back up, returning her hands to clenched fists at either side. For a moment she looked completely drained of any soul at all; just a marble statue, waiting for something climatic to happen. The illusion was shattered when she twisted around and snarled, her fangs catching the glow of the candlelight.

"YES, I'm hungry!" she roared. Her voice carried multiple undertones to it, and the words reverberated in the chamber. Her small form suddenly appeared huge and intimidating, a shadow about to befall Marko and steal his life away. The servants stood like tightly-strung puppets, unfazed by the power that rippled off of the vampire girl. With a single bound, she was within inches of Marko's face again. Her eyes were blacked out, and her lips curled back to expose her sharp, dagger-like teeth. Her hair seemed to catch a wind from nothing, and flowed freely like storm clouds around her seething face.

"I will not feed from you," she spat out, "but you... you have given me a desire like nothing I've felt..." her voice was still mirrored with multiple octaves, but her eyes seemed to glaze over with a different emotion; restraint. Ingrid stepped backwards, until a few yards separated the two children. For a long moment, she seemed to be pondering something intense. With a nod to herself, she flicked her wrist and dismissed the servants silently, all without removing her gaze from Marko'.

"I... will feast in front of you," she finally said. "If you withstand this, then you will prove to become my concubine. There's no need to bother with asking what will happen to you if you cannot..." Ingrid inhaled through her nostrils sharply, an exaggerated motion to make up for the fact she rarely used her mortal senses any more. The bittersweat smell of dead or dying flowers, the tangy salt of Marko's sweat, the dewy floral scent that was washed into his hair, the leather of the cords holding his corset together. She felt as if her heightened senses were just being awoken after centuries of disuse. However, she had a word to keep. It would only take a few minutes, if her demands were made correctly.

Just as she predicted, it was only a moment later that the servants returned; they were not alone, however. A man hung in between them, carried under his arms by each masked servant. He had a burlap sack pulled around his head, the tie pulled snug around his throat. Just from first examination, one could tell that this person was beat mercilessly and kept in a state of imprisonment or torture for at least two days. Ingrid stood quietly, suddenly seeming like her usual self again. She was trying to measure Marko's reaction to the pathetic figure she presented to him. She wanted to observe all of his thoughts in detail about her dirtiest deed. If he truly could withstand the grittiest of her existence, perhaps that meant she could hope. Hope for what, she wasn't sure, but for some reason that light alone seemed worth all the trouble.

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When she replied, Marko was reminded once again of how great the difference between them was. He shrank with fear but he refused to fall or retreat. He didn't want to consider what would happen to him if he upset her now. He let out a slight gasp however, and brought one hand to his mouth when a man with a burlap sack over his head was brought in. At a glance it was clear that the man had been severely beaten and held prisoner, though for how long it was hard to say.

He shivered slightly with sympathy for the mans plight. The last few years had hardened him somewhat against such things but the sight still left a weight on his heart. He did not have time to worry about the man now though, even if he wanted to help him there would be nothing he could do. So he waited and watched, steeling himself against what would come next with the knowledge that he at least still had hope to avoid that fate.

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Ingrid was like a statue, her face set in utter stillness, as always before her despised meals. She had come to think of consumption as an altogether waste of time and resources, ill of use, and a sign of weakness despite her immortal shell of a self. However, it was necessary, and if it was, she might as well make use of it as a source of pleasure, at least the tiny bit she could scrape by from the thrills one gets when one can set into motion a series of events over centuries old and watch tumble down in a neatly organized spiral. For example; the sect of the Eternal Twilight; once a shining rank of knights, sworn under her honor, to maintain the egotistical and idealistic utopia she had seeded and grown. Now they were nothing more then sniveling worms, scrounging in stinking corners and stabbing backs.

She finally broke the tense silence by stepping forward, her bare feet near-silent against the floor. She grabbed the end of the burlap sack that was hanging around the prisoner's head, and yanked it violently off, revealing a beaten and bruised face hidden in matted, sweaty hair. Ingrid breathed it all in, trying to excite her nerves from the revenge she had put off, but for some reason she was bothered. It was as if a picture were slightly crooked in its frame. She was vividly aware of Marko for some blasted reason, and not in a pleasurable way. What was this damned feeling in her stomach? Surely by now this immortal sack of organs would have fallen to dust inside this doll-like shell by now, so why is this such a discomfort? Ingrid sneered at the prisoner to express her disdain, and kicked him hard in the jaw, her steely foot dislodging a tooth and sending it flying across the room. Instead of crying or begging, the prisoner oddly took the kick with no regard, and she pushed his face into the floor, smashing his beaten flesh into the beautifully decorated carpet.

"Marko!" Ingrid shouted out. She turned her head quickly, like a viper, meeting his eyes with a fiery glare. "Do you recognize this filth?" Without waiting, she placed a hand on her hip and grinded her heel harder into the man's head, watching Marko all the while. "This is Edward the Fourth, Herald of The Eternal Twilight. Once they held grand standards, just like my city. Now, they rob and beat from old men and children."

Lifting her head almost as if with pride, she spat the next words out. "They were sworn to live by MY name!" With renewed vigor, she kicked the man in the ribs and walked around his pitiable form. "They disgust me..." With an animalistic snarl, the child vampire threw herself at the tied-up man, digging her jaws into his neck. Blood gushed like fire, spattering the girl and leaving grisly droplets on her marble white skin. Still, she devoured, sucking madly at the man, who was reduced to little more then a meal. The strangest thing was how compliant he was the entire time; Marko would notice that not once did the prisoner struggle against his lady mistress.

[Assistant] Marko stood frozen in place throughout the display. Before him was a terrifying existence that he could never hope to overcome, an elder vampire. But was that all she was? Just what was it that she desired from him? Why did she show him this scene? How should he feel? All these questions and more filled his head before Ingrid looked back at him. He did not speak however, but simply put all of his will into facing her eye to eye.

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Ingrid was finished with her grisly deed; the husk fell from her spindly arms, and she stared back into Marko's eyes without comment. She wiped at her mouth, strangely similarly to the way a child would, and turned away. The shades that seemed to always flit from shadow to shadow pulled the corpse away, silent except for its dead weight sometimes clunking against the floor.

The remaining faceless servants burst into a flurry of action, procuring a shallow dish of water and washing away the grimy blood from their mistress' perfect face. She remained quiet, standing still as a statue as they did their work and then dashed away from her. With her back to the boy, she finally chose to speak.

"I feel better now." Ingrid's voice rang strongly through the chamber, resonating like a demand that needed to be met. Somehow the end of that sentence seemed to hold a distant threat, a reminder that perhaps Marko's duty would one day be to fulfill that basic need and nothing more. However, when she turned to appraise him once more, her eyes didn't hold a fury any more. Instead, her girlish features had softened into something quite different then what he expected. She almost seemed familiar, without the steely hunger flashing behind her pretty lashes. Stepping forward, he could smell the distinct scent of rose petals, most likely from the water they had washed her with. She approached close enough to tap his chest with her pointer finger, and then slide it upwards to meet his chin.

"How was that show, my darling?" Ingrid purred, tilting her head very slightly to the left.

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Marko stood perfectly still as he stared into her eyes, awaiting her answer. He was not stiff, but his will couldn't entirely hide his bodies instinct to run.

"I...", he said weakly, frantically trying to sort out a response from the turmoil of his emotions. He wasn't particularly saddened by the mans death but the manner invoked a primal fear in him. However, that wasn't all. As the fear spread he felt it mixed with a strange excitement, her grace was captivating, and his own embarrassment had been left far behind..

"I'm not really sure," he finished, with slightly more strength.

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Ingrid seemed to release a bit of breath she had been holding. She was sort of disappointed by his lack of a reaction, but she wasn't through with experimenting with her new toy. She circled around him, scanning his slight form, twisted into her own will. His corset was particularly catching to her eyes. Perhaps it was the contrast of his pink, innocent flesh against the outfit that bound him, but she was feeling that strange frustration once again. It seemed to bubble up from this mortal shell, but the sensation mingled with her hunger for dominance. Ingrid was experiencing sexual lust, in a primal form that was beyond her control, and this was only making the child vampire more and more restless.

"Lie down upon the bed," she barked. Her confusion was clear, but she knew enough that whatever adventures awaited, were to happen between silken bed sheets. At least, from the novels and diaries she had read, she had procured enough knowledge to ascertain the basic motions of seduction. Despite this knowledge, she felt far from reassured. It was if she were wading into a muggy swamp, with no light to show the way. All the while, she became more lost, humbled by her own lack of awareness that this side of her ever existed.

Once Marko had gingerly laid upon the bed, she swirled in her spot and viewed him. His form was rather exquisite; milky, long limbs, the cinched corset, and his tousled silvery hair made Ingrid's ancient heart thump within the cobwebs of her chest cavity, and she paused to drink the site in. She almost wanted to have him painted as he was, and she even had a spasmic thought to summon a painter right at this moment to capture this boy's aesthetic body as it was. Ingrid knew only too well the ethereal nature of time, however, and she didn't want to waste any more of it being ignorant of the desire this boy incited within her.

Ingrid's mane flowed like fire around her face as she climbed unto the bed and sat beside the languid boy. Marko's body was like a wonderland to her senses; she wondered how she never noticed this kind of magic before, lingering within the small bodies of young boys. She watched him breathe, his flat chest and strained ribs stretching and collapsing in the stuttered rhythm of a forced calm. He seemed to be very aware of her eyes upon his body, and she gasped inwards as his precious cocklet seemed to jump at the opportunity. Her eyes were drawn downwards, examining the marble waves of his hipbones beneath fragile skin, sloping ever further until his flesh swelled into the magnificent culmination of his being. She had seen many nude men, but she had never felt this sort of entrancement for someone's genitals. Ingrid was both repulsed and fascinated by his utter difference from her body, and she hesitantly reached out and touched it with the tips of her fingers.

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As Marko laid restlessly in the linen sheets of the bed Ingrid had prepared for them he tried to suppress a shiver as he felt her eyes full of lust studying every inch of his own body. Even as she studied him however he was studying her. It was the first time he had seen such a young looking girl dressed in such a manner and the change in her countenance after feeding made her seem more alluring than ever, as if he were being drawn in.

Her silken hair falling around her slender shoulders seemed to perfectly frame her round face and the black orbs that are her eyes stood in stark contrast to her snow white hair and porcelain skin. Below that her own corset hugged her slender yet supple frame seeming to accentuate the curve of her hips. Then came her hesitant touch, making his cock jump under her cold skin and driving away any thoughts that had still been in his mind. He gasped slightly and looked into her eyes somewhat blankly, unsure of what he should do.