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A little while later Lady Almont entered a thicker area of the woods. The ground was covered in thick moss and ancient roots, and the tress, although spindly, were more densely packed. It didn't come as a surprise to her that some poor girl stumbled across the monster by happenstance when she suspected the villagers rarely came out that far to hunt and forage. That made it an excellent location for the abomination to hide for some time.

By word of mouth the Sister of Mercy knew to look for a hut where the creature made its home---and she practically stumbled upon it soon enough. It was a modest hut that looked practically fused to the forest itself, and on the side of the hut she faced there were dark scorch marks from the failed attempt the villagers made a fortnight ago. Fortunately, Lady Almont was not a bull headed man with a club or a paring knife. Confident that she could easily apprehend whatever the demon was, if it was still nearby at all, she dismounted her stocky war horse and tied his reins around a nearby low hanging bough.

A soft clank of her armor was all that seemed to permeate the stillness of the forest as Lady Almont walked toward the lone hut. Her hand hovered at her back where her sword was strapped but she did not draw immediately.

"Is anyone there?" the paladin called out, hoping to rouse whatever demon resided within to show itself.

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Qahena waited, and hesitated, her hand covering over the door's rusted latch. Through the narrow slits between the graying boards of the wall, she could see her would-be killer, and her destrier. She leaned closer for a better look, pressing her hand and her face up against the wood, causing it to emit a faint creak. Cursing her own carelessness, Qahena inhaled sharply, and licked her lips. A moment later, she spoke.

"In here, my Lady," Qahena said, her voice thin and small, muffled by the door. She waited a moment, before adding, "Are you here to kill me?"

The woman looked dangerous, but not cruel---not like the fools who'd come last time. She'd yet to draw her sword, and that was telling. Qahena wondered if it was confidence or foolishness, mercy or deceit. A trick to lure her out, into the open, before attacking. Qahena could imagine her severed head, tongue out, dangling from that saddle. But... she could also imagine compassion and understanding. A woman, and one more level-headed than those who'd come before, might well understand.

"Please don't kill me," Qahena said, her voice sounding unsteady, on the verge of cracking. "I'll come out now. Please have mercy..."

The door creaked on its rusted hinges as it slowly swung open. Qahena stood in the doorway, holding up one hand to shield her eyes from the sunlight, and slowly stepped forward. She kept her eyes on the ground, meekly averting her eyes, and stopped just outside. Then dropped her hand, folding her arms over her exposed belly, and glanced up. Just for a moment.

There she stood, the monster of the woods. She had the look of a young woman in the prime of her life, healthy and unblemished. Her near-black hair had a smoothness and a shine that seemed oddly out of place in such humble surroundings. And framed her most striking feature: A pair of ridged, spiraling, horns, akin to those of a ram. Even in her otherwise strikingly human form, she could not hide them.

Beyond a simple strip of cloth wrapped several times around her waist, creating an improvised skirt, she wore no clothes at all. A set of necklaces, of lacquered, wooden beads, provided some cover for her shapely breasts, but hid little more than their rosy peaks---and even then would slip and sway. Despite this, she made no effort to cover herself, or to hide herself away. She simply stood there, head bowed, gently rubbing her wrists, her bead necklaces swaying and rattling gently in the breeze.

But she watched. And waited. And if the paladin drew her sword, Qahena was ready to pounce. She wondered how much good it would do her.

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Lady Almont cocked her head when she heard a faint sound coming from the mossy shack---whatever plagued the nearby village was still there, then. That made her job far easier at least, the paladin thought grimly. However, despite confirmation that the monster was present, the Sister of Mercy didn't drawn her sword yet. Her covered hand merely laced itself gently around the hilt as if she were resting her arm over its weight as she began to advance on the shack.

A frail sounding voice echoed from between the rickety boards that surprised the paladin. She was expecting utter silence, for the monster to wait until she got close and to attack. Instead... it sounded like a meek girl was obscured by those wooden boards. Something in that female voice made the paladin's heart thump with anxiety and she had to steel herself with a firm reminder that evil came in many alluring forms. Best to be prepared.

Yet nothing would have readied her for the beauty who came out, looking as if she'd been hiding away from the sun for days as if her unnatural life depended on it. It took a few moments for Lady Almont to find her voice as she stared at the bare breasted beauty, whose lovely visage was hard to ignore despite the horns that spiraled from her forehead and marked her as a monster.

"I was commissioned by the people of Mournstead to rid them of the monster which killed and wounded some of their own," the paladin began to explain. She stopped walking toward the shack once the creature exposed herself fully and looked as if she were prepared to take a punishment as severe as death, simply because she could see no way to avoid it. Yet fortunately for the monster, Lady Almont had a more even temper than the men of Mournstead. Had they attacked out of fright, or was there truly ill will in that horned woman's eyes that she was cleverly trying to hide? The messenger who called upon her had been vague at best, and the villagers nothing short of angry with little explanation.

"Tell me, creature, why did you harm those men? Why did they seek you out?" the paladin inquired. Her fingers slowly began to twine around the hilt of her sword more firmly than before, yet she still did not draw her weapon. Lady Almont was no veteran compared to the other grizzled Sisters of her Order, but she was not one to harm the innocent---even if the villagers believed she was a demon whose very presence was an affront to their piety.

Until the monster showed her true self and attacked, or gave her reason to think she was manipulative, Lady Almont would not put her to the sword. Although... she could not let her stay in the woods outside Mournstead, either. Both for her sake and that of the villagers.

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Qahena hissed when Lady Almont brought up the men who had come, baring her teeth at the paladin. In an instant, the submissive meekness was gone from her, replaced by an almost feline tension, as if ready to pounce at the slightest hint of danger. Her brow furrowed, her long-nailed fingers curling, almost claw-like.

"I killed them to protect myself!" Qahena shouted at the woman before her. "To protect me from their stabbing knives and groping hands. They came to murder me. To cut me and burn me. But first..." she trailed off, the tension leaving her body as she slowly relaxed. She ran a hand forcefully from her collarbone to her breast, fingers digging into her soft flesh and squeezing. "...first they would have had their way with me. Pressed their filthy fingers into me. Held me down and defiled me!"

The succubus spat. "As for why they came..." Qahena continued, the edge gone from her voice. It was smoother now, deeper. "One of their women saw my home, came to visit. But when she saw me, the poor creature was frightened for her life. So frightened she dropped her basket and ran," the succubus said, and sneered. "I wouldn't be surprised if her husband or her father or her brother beat her senseless for that, and gathered his friends when he heard about me, and felt his little manhood stir."

"Will you kill me now?" Qahena asked next, the submissiveness returning to her as she slowly sank down to her knees. Her hand trailed off her breast, her wooden beads rattling quietly as her hand passed under, down past her belly. She slowly tilted her head, baring her throat to the paladin, and gasped softly. "Do you want to touch me, too?" she asked, slowly turning her head, fixing her eyes on Lady Almont. "You look much kinder and gentler than they did. I'll let you touch me, if you promise to be quick..."

With that, the succubus sank down to all fours, and began to slowly crawl closer. Her necklaces rattled softly as they fell, swinging idly back and forth with each sway of her hips. She bit her lips, and licked them, moving ever so slowly---never a sudden or threatening move. "Would you like to see my true form?"

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The meek looking woman quickly showed her claws---literally. Upon being questioned about the authenticity of the townspeople's claims, the monster showed a brief flicker of anger and became defensive. Even from the slight distance away Lady Almont could see the way her features knit together and her body became visibly tense, coiling like a spring. Yet the paladin wouldn't give her the satisfaction of starting a fight. If she wanted her dead she would have tried to strike by now, so Lady Almont believed she truly had reacted to the villagers in self defense.

Despite her composure as she watched the monster claim the death of those men was just, there was a faint hint of redness in Lady Almont's cheeks when she saw the creature grasp her breast roughly. A reflection of the vile, base nature of the men who came to kill her simply because they were afraid.

Slowly, the paladin shook her head. "No, I will not kill you. Yet," she said by way of warning. Although the monster was unlike the feral beasts and malicious entities she'd hunted in the past, that did not mean she was truly deserving of respite after murdering those men. "It is not for me to decide whether you should live or die. I will take you back to my Order so that one of the Mother's can decide your fate," Lady Almont explained. She watched the demoness fall to her knees with a look of mild curiosity. She would not be struck down that day, after all...

Then she saw that pale hand slip from her breast and travel lower and lower. Her neck lifted; she was so swan-like and graceful in her movements. For a moment Lady Almont felt as if she was in a trance---perhaps she had been.

Then she shook her head a bit aggressively. "Get up, monster," the paladin ordered. Her hand tightened on the hilt of her sword and it clicked as it was just barely dislodged from its sheath, but she only bore it an inch at most. A warning.

"Stand and join me on my journey home, or I will finish what those foolish from Mournstead started. Which would you prefer, temptress?" Lady Almont growled her order as she continued to try and resist the monster's charm. Though the paladin had experience with monsters who were manipulative and sinful as opposed to overtly violent, she found the latter much easier to deal with.

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Qahena shied away, briefly, at the woman's warning. Then leaned forward, baring her teeth in a twisted grin. The woman was a typical, pious fool wearing her virtue on her sleeve, imagining that somehow made her better. Imagining it made her safe. But Qahena could see so much more. She could see the little cracks in the woman's purity, that faint hint of desire. It only took the right sort of touch, the right temptation, and it would break. The succubus was certain of that. She let out a quiet, private snicker.

"If you wish to kill me, I will not resist," Qahena said next. Arching her back, pressing her chest forward and tilting her head back. She pulled her hair back, bunching it up in her hands behind her head, fully exposing her breasts, their rosy peaks. She tilted her head slightly, exposing her bare neck.

"Otherwise..." the succubus continued, letting her hair go again, cascading down her chest to cover her up as she leaned forward again. Gingerly she reached out, slowly, to place a hand on the paladin's armored thigh. She looked up. "...I will go where you take me. I am at your mercy. Yours to do with as you please..." she said, letting the words hang.

At their touch, Qahena let her disguise fall momentarily, a few flickers of her true form appearing faster than the human's conscious mind could register. A suggestion more than anything, of golden chains and precious gems, of lustrous fur. Of sex, her expression momentarily changing to one of pleasure or agony – or both. Then, as if nothing had happened, she pushed herself to her feet.

"I am known as Qahena. What should I call you, Mistress?"

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Another flicker passed over Lady Almont's stern gray gaze as she watched the female creature saunter ever closer---glittering jewelry that parted at her rosebud nipples, and fingers laden with heavy rings. It was enough to make her stop to regard the visage that flashed before her, although as soon as it occurred it ended just as fast, and the paladin was left wondering what she was about to say before that enticing view showed itself. Lady Almont blinked rapidly a few times as she collected herself, then took a breath.

The monster, for lack of a better term, didn't seem to care about the threat the paladin was ready to act upon if her mewling and insults toward the townspeople turned into something more threatening. True that they seemed quick to anger and were probably not familiar with life outside of Mournstead, but she did not pass judgment on them so quickly. The poor woman who discovered the monster had likely never seen a woman with horns in her life.

With a thrust of her mail laced hand toward the destrier several feet away, Lady Almont once again made it clear that the creature was supposed to follow her. "Mount my horse and keep your mouth shut while we journey back to the city. It would be in your best interest to remain as little of a burden as possible since we will be traveling back through Mournstead first," the paladin demanded, followed by as scoff as she tried to brush off the suggestive moniker of ''Mistress''.

"You may call me Lady Almont, if I deign to listen to you, temptress," she concluded. Once again, Lady Almont thrust her hand toward her horse to usher the succubus along.

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"I will mount anything you please, Mistress Almont," Qahena said, smirking and snickering even as she made her stumble toward the horse, urged on by the Knight's mailed fist.

Qahena cast one glance over her shoulder, at her shack. The sight of the blackened corner brought a grimace to her face, and she looked away again. It had been a home, but she felt no sentimentality towards it. What was she leaving behind? Precious little, and the townsfolk had poisoned the valley with their superstitious violence. Whatever awaited her could be no worse than waiting for the next mob of pitchfork-wielding thugs, or crawling back to... she shuddered, and forced her thoughts elsewhere.

The succubus did as instructed, and mounted the horse. As her leg swung over, she made no effort to hide the fact she wore nothing underneath her loincloth-like skirts, providing a brief glimpse of her black-haired nethers. A decision, she reflected, the ride may cause her to regret. Perhaps she could beg her captor for some ointment later? The thought made her snicker quietly.

"I doubt the drunken rabble will be pleased to see you've left me alive, Mistress Almont," Qahena said, while she waited for the Knight to join her. She'd only been instructed to keep quiet during the ride, after all. "Will you, mm, be my knight if they attempt to take matters into their own hands? Defend my honor?"


[User] For once, Reggie did not respond to her barks and anger with terror and timidity. He did pause a little but was more indignant himself by that point. "Oh come on. It's been less than a minute and you want to go straight at it? Succubus or no it is very sudden! Besides, you may enjoy it."

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"Well... that's how it works in Hell!" Fifi blurted, "and in the dreams I've walked in... and in those videos on the Enter-net!" Pouting, she blinked and looked away. Fuck, this was embarrassing! How in Lucifer's name was she bungling sex, the one thing she was supposed to be good at; the one thing she was specifically created for? Had her Hellmaster not taught her correctly?

"I thought humans liked that sort of thing, human sex toys and whatnot..." Not that it mattered. Dark magic bound her to her submissive role and she was not powerful enough to break that kind of contract. "Argh, fine!" she huffed, lifting herself away from him to give him room to stand. She stood with her shoulders back, chest up, and eyes willfully upturned to give the impression of supplication.

"Show me this foreplay, Master."

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Reggie breathed a monumental sigh of relief. "Well... for one, porn isn't usually how it works... usually." He said as he tried standing up, a bit wobbly on his legs and with clothes that were in desperate need of changing. When he stood, he found he was actually taller than the demon, which did genuinely surprise him a little.

"Right, foreplay." Know for the second part of the hastily organized plan. "You... know bondage, at all?"

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"It isn't?" Fifi was genuinely surprised to learn that human sex was not usually the way it was depicted. "Why is porn like that then?" she asked with genuine curiosity. There must be some reason, or else he was lying to her to stall time... in which case, any pending contracts would be nullified and she could drag him back to Hell as her prisoner.

For now, she did not suspect him of foul play. By all regards, her Master seemed a timid and retiring virgin---maybe someone who preferred the company of men to women! _Well, I can always change my form..._

"Bondage, yes. I was often celled in Hell. Imprisonment is one of my Hellmaster's favored forms of punishment."

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"Well it's titillation I guess? Sex sells so may as well make it sex." Reggie said with a light shrug. He'd never really put much thought into it, besides some people insisting that they liked plot with their porn. Weirdos.

He thanked god she knew what it was, saved on explaining it, then he paused a little. "Celled? Is it just punishment down there?" He shook his head. "Nevermind. It's good foreplay, you want to try it?"

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"No, no, sex was a reward. He put me in the cells to starve me and make me watch what I was missing," Fifi explained cavalierly. Clearly, that was not what her Master was speaking of though.

"Bondage as foreplay... that is new." She had been chained, gagged, and flogged more times than she could count, but the purpose had always been for her punishment and her Hellmaster's amusement.

"Yes Master, show me this mortal bondage," she complied hungrily, her mouth watering impatiently.

[User] Reggie's brow raised higher. "Ooookay. Moving on." He considered for a moment. A horrible thought had popped into his head. "Wait, before we do. Can you shapeshift or magically get out of things?"

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"Yes," she answered with a single proud nod, her glossy black ponytail swinging as she stood with her hands on her hips. "I am normally eleven feet tall, I'll have you know!" Looking up to him, she cleared her throat, realizing that he was damn near a foot taller than her now.

"In my research, I learned that humans were much smaller than demons, but I think I might have overdone it," she said, looking down at her curvy and diminutive stature. She stood completely in his shadow now, looking up some distance into his blue eyes.

"...and yes, I can perform magic. I mean, I'm a demon after all. But I can't use it to hurt my Master, so... don't worry."

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"...huh." Was all he could really say about what her true height was... he was somewhat tempted to see her like that, tall women were something else but no less intriguing.

he recovered quickly and cleared his throat a little. "Well... to get the proper feeling of bondage you shouldn't be able to just magic out. So... can you make it so you can't get out without me letting you?"

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"Hmm, that ought to be easy enough. I can craft some spellworked gear if I know what to make. Do you have any examples?" she asked curiously, wondering what sorts of props this foreplay necessitated.

"Do you like the idea of me not being able to escape? Is that the appeal? Because I am bound to you now whether you like it or not," she lied. In truth, if she did not feed from his seed soon, she would be dragged back to Hell to face punishment for her failure. Their contract would only be complete when he left his essence inside of her, but lies were the devil's playground...

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"Give me a mo'. Should have something." Reggie said and wandered over to the dinner table, where thankfully his phone still was since the magic had replaced everything that had gone everywhere... he made a note that the TV remote was in the settee's cushion so he could find it later. Back to the topic at hand, he walked back and flipped through some saved images, landing on one of a sleepsack. Should be able to keep her contained while he desperately thought about this whole situation. Thinking for a moment, he also opened up some images of a ballgag, a hood and a vibrator, just to sweeten the deal and have some actual fun out of it himself.

"Think you could magic up these? And yeah, I guess. The appeal of it, you can only get out when I let you."

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Fifi took the phone when he offered it, confused by the small computer but familiar enough with screens to simply accept it at face value. Humans and their technology were more impressive than the denizens of Hell liked to give them credit for, but how else were they supposed to get along without magic?

She studied the pictures carefully, fiddling until she learned how to zoom in so she could inspect the shiny material of the sleepsack as well as the metal hardware, and then looked at the gag, the leather hood, and the vibrator, reading about the specs so she knew what she was magicking so as best to please her Master.

"All right, here you go," she said, and with a snap of her fingers, a purple-and-black plume of smoke poofed like a sudden crack of lighting and when it cleared, the kitchen table was outfitted with replicas of the pictures she'd studied. A smirk pulled at her lips, indulgent as she learned more about her curious Master.

"So, you want to control me. Oh, now that is a game I am very familiar with. After all, Master, I exist to serve you," she reported huskily.

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Now, this was something Reggie could get used to. Just seeing the actual things on his own table brought his boner back to full strength, showing clearly through his trousers. "That's... uh. Very good. Very good." he took his phone back and walked over, legs still a bit wobbly with that fact not being helped by anticipation at actually being able to put someone in these things at last.

"Yeah... one could say that." Despite his better judgment, her saying she existed to serve only brought flashbacks to a very different thing saying those same lines, the curse of being a nerd. "Well, since you do. Let's get you in I suppose." He ran a hand down the rubber sleepsack, boner somehow getting even harder. "Umm... you may want to strip."

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A renewed whiff of virgin arousal caught Fifi's nose and she inhaled deeply, as if smelling a freshly baked pie, exhaling with her tongue rolling out to pant in the open air. He was a ruthless tease, denying her the one thing he knew she needed, but there was something oddly enticing about the game as well. In Hell, she submitted to her masters because anything less than total subjugation was met with a painful and prolonged death, but here, with him, there was no threat lingering over her head and she felt strangely compelled to comply anyway. She was here to please him, was she not? He had called this foreplay, which meant that the sex would follow... what harm was there in playing her Master's game?

"Yes, Master," she answered, shoving her shorts down to her ankles and stepping out of them before hooking her cropped shirt with a thumb and dragging it over her head. As there had been very little left to the imagination in her clothing, the only things made clearer were the color of her nipples and the barbells through them: pink, and silver, and the inverted triangle of black hair on her mons.

Her eyes ran over the rubber sack, her skin itching as she prepared to ask her next question. "Shall I climb inside?" Oddly, she could feel her heart beating, reveling in the new risky thrill. She had never been restrained like this before. "Or do you want to force me?" she asked, her eyes slyly sliding up to his. "How much control do you want me to give you, Master?"

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Seeing her naked was most certainly delightful, and it left Reggie speechless and feckless for a moment as he just stared. "...oh, right. You may also want to take the... uh... nipple... piercings." He stammered again, no longer from terror.

Then he roused himself yet again and picked up the sleepsack, taking it over to the floor in front of the TV, the largest open bit of floor in the apartment. "I... uh... if you could get in yourself. And... once you're in, it's total control, I guess." he had to remind himself that this was part of a plan to try saving himself and not just sexy times. "You sit in it and put your feet down the bottom..." He lay the sack down and spread it out so she would have easy access to it.

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"Yes, Master," she repeated, looking down to her pert breasts and unscrewing the barbells, one and then the other, and then set the golden jewelry on the table. "Shall I remove this too?" she asked, lifting her foot up to place on a chair to reveal her pink slit, where a similar barbell was hooked through the hood of her clit.

When he lay the rubber out on the floor, Fifi padded over on her bare feet and stood at the foot of the sack, stepping into it and then turning around to sit within the open layers he peeled for her. Laying down, she relaxed into the sack and stretched as languidly as a housecat, putting her body on display.

"Are you sure you want to lock me away, Master? We could have so much fun with all my appendages free..." her prehensile tail wagged beside her, curling around her inner thigh and parting her pussy so he could see everything.

[User] Reggie gulped when her tail spread herself so he could see. "Just... a bit of fun first, alright? Now... arms in these." He held open the internal sleeves for her, they would immobilize her arms while she was inside it, both to stop her escaping and to play with herself... a point perhaps defeated by the tail. "Besides, you may enjoy the sensation, plenty of people do."

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While Fifi otherwise obeyed, slipping her arms into the sleeves as instructed, her tail continued to sinfully toy with her clit, flicking it back and forth so that she was squirming and sweating well before she was cinched tight.

"You know what sensations I need, Master. Feed your succubus..." she panted, her tail moving faster now, her breath coming out like steam as she worked herself into a frenzy. "How long can you resist me?!" she whined. Her scent was rife with pheromones, her fluids were aphrodisiacal, her body was the very portrait of womanly virility. "Master, please...!"

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Just resist a bit longer Reggie... just a little longer, and you can sit back and think... "I don't actually. Your book wasn't exactly informative." With that, he began to pull the zip up, sealing her in. When he got to her nether regions, he did find himself hesitating and wanting to play, but managed to power on through and slide past... only to face a similar conundrum when he got to her breasts... they were delightful. No! Keep going. Eventually, she was fully zipped up and Reggie moved to the belts.

"Give it a little struggle if you want. See if you like it a bit?"

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Fifi wriggled as he zipped up her legs, pressing them together and trapping her tail so that there was no room inside the sack to move at all. It compressed her chest as well, her nipples hard and hidden against the inner rubber of her sleepsack. Her tail was pressed to her as useless as a wet leaf and she tried to wrest her shoulders and her knees but found that all she was capable of doing was writhing like an oversized worm on the floor.

"Hmmm, I like how curious I am about what you're going to do next..." she admitted, grinning toothily. In her eyes, it was clear which hole he intended to use---her mouth---and her mind swam with fantasies of being face-fucked from every different angle while she was helpless and bound in her sack...

"I definitely see the appeal," she groaned in frustration as she struggled against the magicked sack, her hips seeking anything to rub against. Her eyes fixated on his crotch, where his cock was obviously swelling, and her tongue slurped across her lips.

"How much more fore do you want to play?" she whined impatiently, wiggling in her sack.

[User] "Glad you like it," Reggie said, a small smile spreading across his lips. He couldn't help it, this may be a plan to save his skin but he was getting off too much on it to keep on task. "However much I want... now that you're in there." he did allow his smile to turn rather devilish as he started strapping her in further with the belts. "Total control, remember..."

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"Mmm, yes Master," she answered, a bolt of excitement shooting through her spine and settling low in her belly as he grew more confident. It was interesting to watch him shift from timid human to stern master, but it was a transformation she relished in. Perhaps she was already corrupting him, or perhaps there was a darker side to him underneath his mortal fears. How far down the rabbit hole did his fantasies and these toys go? Fifi couldn't wait to find out.

"Total control... all right then. What shall I do next, Master? How can I please you?" she hissed, her tongue reaching for his trousers with both forks. He left her head free so he could use her mouth... right?


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Samantha and Alexi Kinton were nervous. If everything went well this could lead to some of the best years of their lives. If not... well if it didn't go well it could very well break them both. But despite that they were more excited then anything else and eager to begin.

Giggling the twins set up their boxes and fluffed the pillows lining the bottoms of them. They checked each other's bows and watched each other practice getting in and out of the boxes as swiftly and gracefully as possible without ruining them. Finally they took off their bathrobes and stashed them under the pillows to leave each of them clad only in matching glasses---though only Samantha actually needed hers, Alexi's were clear glass in frames so they could still look the same---and bows. Samantha lay back in her box, legs spread invitingly with pussy juice staining her thighs with arousal and her hard juicy cock beading with pre-cum from her excitement. Alexi stared at her twin for a moment, torn with the desire to just take her right there on the doormat... it wouldn't be the first time the twins had fucked each other. But common sense, and the desires that had made them come up with this plan, won out and she turned to ring the door bell twice before hurrying into her own box and adopting the same pose.

They'd made sure no one else would be home. Their parents had taken her parents out to dinner to finish talking out the plan and, if they knew their folks, lure them home for some fun of their own. With any luck they'd be spending the night in much the same manner.

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Sarah Oversky wondered who could be ringing her doorbell. Her parents had left to go to a dinner with her best friend's parents, so she had been left alone at the house. She hadn't been told of anyone coming over at all, so she was surprised when the doorbell rang. She moved to the door, their home being large with the family being better off than most, and opened the door to see two large boxes standing on the doorstep. "What the...?" Sarah said, head cocking to the side for a moment to examine them, causing her blond hair to fall in front of her face for just a moment. She brushed it back, moving out and into the cool night air. It was going on August and school was starting soon, with Sarah having been accepted into the same college as her two best friends and ready to start school very soon.

She wore a simple T-shirt and jean shorts for lounging around the house, meaning that the chilly air caused her skin to prickle up in goose bumps as she walked around the boxes. Luckily the two had been dropped off with a gurney to carry them in, because she would have never been able to lift them or drag them in on her own. Slowly, she shifted the boxes into the house, finding a note upon them that read ''To: Sarah, From: The Kinton Twins''. She hadn't expected a present from them, but she was happy to see one had arrived. Circling the boxes one more time, she looked at them curiously, "Now... how to open these..." She said to herself out loud, unaware that they would soon open on their own.

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The twins kept quiet as they were moved inside, breathing quiet sighs of relief when they heard the door shut and realized they'd both been brought in undetected. They took Sarah's question as their que and, as one, pushed the lids open and hooked their legs over the sides of the boxes to leave themselves on full display to their best friend ever!

"Happy Graduation!" "We couldn't think of anything we owned or could buy that was a good enough present for our best friend and the only person to stand by us all though High School..." "So we decided to give your ourselves!" "It's all been put together already..." "Our parents are going to pay for the three of us to share a private dorm room all through college!" They paused a moment, both looking self-conscious as they gazed up at their best and closest friend. Alexi spoke first. "So we want you to be our Mistress and the first person, outside our family to take us to bed!" Samantha followed up. "So... will you be our Mistress? And give us our first commands?" They were both trembling with fear, excitement, and lust as they waited for her response.

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Sarah's eyes widened as the boxes suddenly opened on their own, lids popping open to reveal the nude bodies of her two best friends inside. They were twins, and each seemed to be wearing nothing but matching glasses and a matching bow on equally large cocks. Sarah blushed as they said they wanted her to be their mistress and to be the first one to take them to bed, and that their parents had paid for all three of them to have a dorm room together. "I... w-what?" Sarah mumbled, still surprised as they asked her to give them their first commands as their mistress. She stumbled over her thoughts for a moment as everything clicked into place, their hard swollen cocks pointing up with a soft curve. Sarah knew that only Samantha needed glasses, guessing that Alexi's were fake to help their appearance. The soft curve of their thighs and the subtle mound of their breasts stood out the most, though, as the two lay in their boxes and waited anxiously.

A soft blush was on Sarah's cheeks, since she certainly wouldn't have ever expected this... but the twin's present wasn't unwanted. No, looking at the two of them still, Sarah felt herself growing hot between her legs as she took them in, a lump growing in her jean shorts and painfully straining and wanting to get out. Sarah swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry, and waited a moment before speaking, "Samantha, Alexi... I..." She paused for a moment, "Commands, right, right. Your first command is to get out of that box." She said gently to both of them, "And help me out of these clothes so that we can get this fun night started..." She said with a purr, waiting for them to comply.

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The nervous expressions on both their faces broke into huge grins as she gave them their order, the implicit acceptance of their offer a burning joy in their hearts. "Your wish is our command Mistress!" The Twins eagerly rose and went to her, Samantha falling to her knees right after as she went to work unbuttoning and unzipping her new Mistress' shorts, while Alexi went in for a kiss as she started sliding her hands up Sarah's sides, lifting her shirt as she went as a thin excuse for feeling her new mistress up.

Once the clothing was removed Samantha carefully positioned her face before pulling down Sarah's panties, giggling happily as the long thin cock she craved smacked her in her face just as she'd wanted. She stared at it for a moment, mouth watering, before moving forward to start stroking and kissing it. "It's not as thick as ours... but it's so long! It'll reach places inside I've never felt! Maybe... maybe it'll even reach my womb!"

Meanwhile Alexi left off the kiss only long enough to pull her Mistress' shirt up over her head before diving right back into those delicious lips. As she did so she slid her hands back along Sarah's back to unhook her bra and let it fall, moaning as she pressed her full breasts against the small perky ones she so craved. She let her hands continue down Sarah's back until she was cupping her ass and gave it a playful squeeze and a spank before pulling back enough to break the kiss once more. "Well Mistress, your clothes are all off... and your cock is nice and hard! What's your next order for us?" She ground her chest against Sarah's own, moaning again as their nipples rubbed together. "Something as naughty as we are, I hope?"

[Assistant] Sarah kissed back as Alexi kissed her, their lips locking for a moment before the kiss broke to let her shirt slide off and her bra fall down. She felt her cock spring free as she kissed Alexi, knowing that Samantha had let it out and feeling the bottom of her cock smack against Samantha's face and her cute little nose and classes. "Mm..." She kept kissing Alexi as she felt Samantha stroke her cock and felt her lips upon it, bringing a light moan out against Alexi's lips. Their kiss was broken, leaving Sarah just a little disappointed, though the feeling of their breasts rubbing together made up for it. "Mmm... my next order?" She whispered, looking down at Samantha with a soft grin, "I want to cum on those lovely glasses of yours, Samantha..." She whispered gently. She then spit into her hand, and moved it down to slip onto Samantha's cock, stroking the hard member after removing the pink ribbon that adorned it, "And you're going to keep kissing, Alexi... I haven't had nearly enough." She whispered, returning to kissing Alexi as she let Samantha go to work on her cock. She stroked Alexi's cock while they kissed, pressing their breasts together with Samantha in between the two of them.

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Alexi smirked down at her sister before eagerly returning to the kiss, lips opening slightly as she ran her tongue along Sarah's lips, trying to coax her tongue out and into her own mouth. "Mmmm... come on then, stick your tongue down my throat and own it! Claim it like you're going to claim the rest of me!" she murmured into her Mistress' lips. She moaned and bucked her hips a bit at Sarah's teasing strokes, which made her bust bounce against her Mistress' perky tits, which made her moan again and grind their breasts together harder, which made her moan more...

Lower down Samantha giggled before purring with pleasure at her command, pulling back he stroked and lined up Sarah's cock before sliding forward to swallow it down with practiced ease. She managed to take most of it without hesitation but the last few inches brought her up short and made her gag around it. Pulling back a little she started bobbing her head and sucking as she gave her beloved Mistress oral service for the first time, bottoming out each bob a bit deeper as she trained herself to swallow Sarah's longer cock down to the balls... as her Mistress deserved! As she worked she stroked the bit of cock outside her lips with one hand and fondled Sarah's thighs with the other, until she managed to swallow enough to move her hand down at which point she started teasingly stroking her Mistress' tight pussy lips.

Both of them were now freely oozing pre-cum and dripping from their hungry pussies as they pleasure Sarah, with Samantha paying special attention to the hard, throbbing shaft running down her throat, ready to pull it out and stroke all the lovely cream out of it on her own face as soon as the twitching let her know it was getting close.

[Assistant] "Mm..." Alexi was certainly more assertive than Samantha, it seemed, though Sarah liked both just the same. She wasn't one to deny her new toy's request, however, and her tongue soon forced it's way into Alexi's mouth to stroke her tongue and dominate her. Sarah's hand tightened around Alexi's cock as she stroked it harder, making sure to aim it nicely at Samantha for what was coming next. She felt Samantha's warm mouth envelop her cock, and she moaned into Alexi's mouth as she felt Samantha begin to bob her head on her cock and stroke her tight pussy. Her cock was twitching slowly, pulsing inside Samantha's mouth as she was sucked on, and the stimulating of her breasts, pussy, and her cock was making her go crazy. "Mm..." She broke her kiss with Alexi to pull her close, still tugging on Alexi's cock even as she breathed heavy, "Oh... I'm about to cum..." She whispered into Alexi's ear, not being used to so much stimulation. She'd certainly have to train herself to make sure that she was a good mistress for her two toys.

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The twins could feel their mistress getting close and it thrilled them to know they could overwhelm her like this! They knew she'd try to teach herself to last longer and each resolved to learn how to better pleasure her so she never did! After all, she was a futa and could cum any number of times, just like them, and they wanted to feel her cum in and on them constantly!

Alexi moaned into the kiss, pushing closer, offering her mouth and tongue and throat to be dominated and smooshing her breasts against against Sarah's. She felt her mistress tighten her grip on her cock and start stroking fast and moaned happily at the sensation, then again louder as she realized where her cock was being pointed! Her Mistress was going to force her to cum all over her twin sister! That was so hot! As her mistress broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, Alexi leaned forward to lick and nibble at Sarah's ear in turn, before whispering herself. "Do it! Cum all over my sister! Stake your claim with your cum! But that'll just claim her face... you'll need to cum all over the rest of her as well! And in all her holes, multiple times so your claim can be forced deep inside her! And... you'll need to do the same to me! We want you to claim us Mistress! Claim our bodies and our holes to the deepest parts! Claim our cocks and make us help stake your claim with our own cum!" This final plea matched up with Sarah's twitching cock and Alexi came from the sheer erotic desire of their eventual goal, spurting all over Samantha's face at the same time as her Mistress!

Meanwhile Samantha had been going down on her Mistress with single-minded devotion, swallowing her to the base without pause or hesitation now that she'd trained herself for the longer length. As she did so she teased her hands up Sarah's thighs, slipping one around to grab her mistress' tight ass and use it to pull herself in even harder for her self-induced face fucking. Her other hand continued massaging the sweet pussy she craved the opportunity to taste and fuck before slipping a single finger inside and starting to tease and explore inside her mistress. Finally she felt the cock in her mouth start to twitch in a way she'd become intimately familiar with from her sister and she pulled back and off it, the hand on Sarah's ass coming around to stroke her off all over Samantha's face while her other thumb teased her mistress' clit to make it feel that much better. Samantha moaned, mouth open wide to catch whatever she could, as the first hot, sticky threads spattered on her face, then again as the smell hit and she recognized her sister's spunk in the mix across her face and spilling down to her tits. With a happy sigh she savored the taste of the mixed seeds in her mouth before swallowing and smiling up at her mistress. "Mmmm... that was delicious Mistress! Thank you! But it tasted and felt so good I got hard as a rock and wet as the ocean! I hope your next command will grant me some relief as I pleasure you!"


[User] "Hey kitten," Garrus would say as they hiked toward Roust, which, fortunately, was only a half a day away from the Bounty Chaser's main encampment. "How do you think this'll all shake out?" It was just the two of them now, hence why he'd so casually called her by the pet name she allowed for only him. "I get the feeling I'll stick out like a sore thumb in these negotiations." His voice was smoky and rich as ever, with a hint of a lax drawl instilled in him by his simple hometown. And as always, there was a touch of cheer in his voice as he addressed his lover, and it more than reached his golden eyes, creating wrinkles around them as they smiled as well.

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Tali walked with a bored, casual gait, and yet her long, shapely legs made each step look like she was gliding on ice. The feline knew how to make gracefulness appear lazy, it was a skill, but despite her tepid movements and dreamy, distant gaze, anyone who knew her---truly knew her, like Garrus did---understood that the flick of her tail was proof that the feline was prime and ready for anything. Her hat was pinned to her belt in order to keep her luscious brown hair loose and free, but that had more to do with the heat of their area than any fashion statements being made.

Will a lull of her head, and a flash of pointed teeth, she purred in amusement to his obvious question. "Of course you'll stick out, especially if you see something you like and try to point your way toward it with your hips." With a sly smirk and a huff of breathy laughter, the tabaxi dropped her arms from her head, only to gesture wildly around them. "The trick is to not lead the conversation with it. And not to give them too much of a good thing, otherwise, they stick around you too long and you can't get rid of them. Like me!"

"Don't you worry, Garrus." She stepped in closer to him, now, resting her head against his shoulder as she rolled her large green eyes up towards at his handsome face, adoring his scars and all. The arm closest to his side snaked around his waist, an action that was mimicked with her long tail, while the other hand indicated the path before them. "This will be a cake-walk. If all else fails, smile. It won me over."

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Garrus laughed, the sound dry yet somehow full of mirth. Though he hardly saw it himself, he was a man of contradictions in some ways. Tali had loved that about him, and for that reason he accepted it as truth and enjoyed its benefits. "Right. Though to be fair, the barbarians out there share that particular endowment in common with me," he half joked. Maybe it wasn't entirely in the same way, especially when one took his shifting into account, but they all had dicks just the same. Except for Tali and, possibly, the ambassadors. Still, the point of his manness in general stayed, and he would be surrounded by women, endowments or no. He had to wonder how the tribe felt about men, given how they were obviously absent.

Through his thoughtfulness, he could not deny how much he thrilled at her stepping closer to him, especially as he got a whiff of her scent, both natural and soaped. He gazed into those green, catlike eyes of hers and, as she told him to smile, his smile deepened.

He met her with that warm look and warmer smile, basking in the feeling of her slender arm and dexterous tail coiling about him. There were some in the company who asked them both why they just couldn't keep their hands off of each other. This moment alone was reason enough, at least for him. There was just something... irresistible about the tabaxi before him. Or perhaps it was everything altogether. Her eyes; her voice; her sweet yet dangerous personality; her fangs and vicious claws; her limber tail and its every movement; her practiced tongue; her perfect body; her adorable ears and inescapable beauty. It could have been any and all, and certainly there was far more that drew him to her. But, whatever the case, he was hooked and had no intention of becoming unhooked.

"We should quicken our step, else I'll jump you in the middle of the road for all to see." There weren't that many in view that shared the road, and the few who were were either far ahead or far behind. Still there was always space and opportunity for many a traveler to stumble into their sensational show.

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The Tabaxi scoffed, then broke out into the husky purr of laughter as he tried comparing himself to the others. Unable to help herself, she replied, "Garrus, you have the most magnificent cock in the world. Surround me with a hundred in all shapes and sizes, and the only one I'd ever crave would be yours. Even if there was a mutt attached." And it was the truth, her own admission to adoration and endearment for everything about him. What they shared was special, and not at all expected. But as the saying goes, you find love when you aren't looking for it, and Tali certainly hadn't been looking for it.

And now he was threatening her with a good time. That knowing smile creased her lips, making the emerald of her eyes twinkle. "Those words are an invitation, not a deterrent. We both know I like being watched." Licking the back of her hand, Tali feigned sweeping her silken hair back and away from her face, strutting with regal pride. There was a seductive sway to her hips, and maybe it was all planned simply to tease him. She enjoyed being a tease, even if she lived up to it. "We can consider it cultural education. Cross species team building exercise. Music lessons----but only if knot me quick and hard. Hell, Garrus, Jorund should give us a raise. We're multifunctional."

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Those words, so honestly spoken, were all she needed to in turn fill Garrus with a craving of his own. She'd known as much before she spoke them and, judging by the tease that followed, the shake of her hips and the high, come-hither sway of her tail, she had every intention of playing off of that craving. A growl escaped him, low, steady, and filled with a bestial power. For her, who knew him so well, it was a hint that he was not in an entirely human state.

He had shifted, but aside from the glow to his eyes and the lengthened canines that showed when he spoke, it was not quite obvious how much he'd changed. But after her request to be knotted, she would know full well what was in store, and how out of control he might get in focusing on this partly shifted state for too long without... sufficient stimulation.

He marched forward, and in the instant after her bragging, she was dragged by the arm back to him, pressed firmly to his chest and nearly as firmly to the twitching bulge coming to life in his trousers. "Well then," he spoke, his voice a deep, dark rumble, "if you want to show how multifunctional you are, why are you still on your feet, Kitten?" When he said her pet name just like that, there was no room left to tease and play. Only to obey. And with the vagueness of his words, it was all up to her whether she wanted to drop to her knees and service his oh so magnificent cock, or to present herself and prepare for an immediate stuffing.

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Garrus always treated Tali right, and it was because of that that Tali wished nothing more than to spoil him further. So when he grabbed her arm and pulled her against him she didn't shrink away or bat her eyelashes up at him like a naive little lamb. She grinned, she showed her teeth, she pressed a gentle kiss against his chin and breathed deep the scent of his heat. The menace of his wolf spoke to her on a primal level she could never get enough of, and immediately it made her clench and ache for the painful stretch she could never get enough of.

"Because I'm a bad little kitten," she pouted, jutting her lower lip out for more of that dramatic flare, and proceeded to press both palms against his chest. As she leaned upon the tips of her toes, Tali dragged her tongue against his lower lip, then his chin, and scrapped her fangs against his throat. "A bad kitten who likes to make this old pup see red. What can I say? I'm a glutton for your ruff."

She clipped her hat free, tossed to hang swinging on a branch of a nearby bush, and then dropped to her knees like the good-girl she really was. With a cheek pressed against that magnificent bulge, she paid adoration and tribute to his cock, even as her hands lifted to unwrap him like a holy relic before tribute. Her pupils dilated with desire, her breathing deepened as it grew slower and more audible, and the moment his regal crown was freed, Tali leaned in close and gave the tip a sweet little kiss.

And then she was jerking his trousers down a little lower, staring up at her mate as she pressed her cheek against his heavy sack. He was worthy of worship, and she was determined to see to it properly before eventually turning around and presenting herself to him.

Tali unclasped her sword belt, then dropped the first few buttons of her linen shirt so that her full breasts were free for his viewing pleasure. And then she opened her mouth, pushed out her tongue, and attempted to swallow his full length.

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Standing there, pressed against him and held in his arms, Tali gave the perfect response, pout and all. By the time the hat was tossed and she fell to her knees, Garrus was more than ready to feel her touch. He needed it, and because she was his good little kitten, however rough around the edges she could be, he knew she would satisfy him perfectly.

When she freed his cock only to meet it with a kiss, he thrummed and buzzed with pleasure. His glowing yellow eyes remained ever locked on her, watching her deliver her worship and her love to him, and to the only cock allowed to fill her womb. The two of them got around plenty, but that thrilling risk and promise of breeding her was his alone to experience, and Gods it turned him on.

Tali yanked his trousers down more, and her hot cheek pressed lovingly to his sac and, just above it, the swell of a knot yet to fully grow. "Mm, so good to see you making up for bad behavior, kitten. At this rate I'll have to reward you, won't I?" His voice was a deep, animal, husky, but his tone held a loving tease to it. And a lust fueled growl followed as she unbuttoned her shirt to put those perfect breasts on display for him, their stiff, dark nipples bringing his manhood to harden even further; all the better for her to swallow whole.

"Yess kitten..." Garrus breathed, voice almost ragged with sheer need as her lips engulfed him with a burning heat. And that heat traveled, inch by inch, until she consumed him down to the knot that would so inevitably stretch her pussy wide and trap her to be pumped full of his seed. "Good girl, give it a kiss; a lick," he commanded, eager to see her pay tribute to that animal part of him as she took his meaty length down her tight throat. His breaths were heavy as he waited for her to obey, cock twitching powerfully with every clench of her throat and minute movement of that amazing tongue, so wonderfully textured and unbelievably dexterous. If there was a cap on horniness, she removed it from him every damn time, and with so much ease.

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Tali had years to perfect the art, but that didn't make her lazy in her admiration. This ''perfection'' was less about learning how to get him off the fastest, and more about building her own abilities and endurance. He wasn't small, wasn't easy to swallow for the faint of heart, but Tali never backed away from a challenge, especially when the reward was such a treasure. Nothing pleased her quite like satisfying Garrus, but that pleasure came in multiple parts. His grunts, his growls, the clench of muscles, or the shake of his breath. She was especially fond of his use of her pet name, and just how many ways he was able to say ''kitten'' with a different meaning.

Tali got him nice and wet with her mouth, first. Then she pulled back with a wet gasp in order to pay him proper tribute and follow his orders. She rubbed her soft cheek against his length, letting the weight of it pressed over her eyes as she kissed down his length to the thick base of his cock. A flick of her tongue, a moan of delight as the heat of him radiated through her face. She nuzzled and stroked his length even as her mouth carefully opened to take in part of his sack, suckling and teasing him with her tongue, then drifting over to the other side. The tabaxi kissed and licked and stroked with her hands, always so careful to avoid her fangs and her claws. Those were better used in other places. Such as gripping his back when he threw her on hers, or against the side of his neck when she was feeling particularly primal.

The little bumps and ridges on her tongue couldn't help but ripple across the sensitive skin around his head. She did like taking his breath away. She made it as long as she could for him, using the dexterous tip to wrap and squeeze the head of his crown.

And during all of this, she kept her ears down, flat to her head, a sign of submission if the rest didn't make it so damn obvious.

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The way she tended to him was an art form indeed. There was no getting used to the way she teased and licked and sucked; no getting bored of it. It was a freshly exhilarating experience every single time, and that much was proven by the way his glowing eyes stared down at her in hunger-touched wonder. Her warm, soft cheeks felt just right nuzzling against his cock, and watching her do so was one of the sexiest godsdamned sights a man could witness. "Kitten..." it was a sound of need, and of a deep adoration stemming partially from her own. "Fucking perfect..." Those words came out in a shuddering sigh as she explored every inch of his cock, her textured tongue playing gleefully at its head and practiced hands stroking so thoroughly. Every movement sent a fresh tingling up his spine and filled his brain with heady delight. There was no doubt in his mind that, if she wanted to, she could make him cum at any moment she damn well pleased. And yet she worked for his extended pleasure; she worshiped and lived to please, and the mere thought of it made his cock throb and ache even as her writhing tongue calmed that heat.

Garrus could have stood there for an hour being sucked by his adoring lover, but they were in public and as such, there was no time for that. They'd have to make this quick and dirty. Just as fun if you asked him. With a wild grin, he gripped her by the shoulders and spun her around before pushing her onto her hands and knees. Then, he tore her billowy trousers down, leaving the cinch at her waist holding fast around her thighs and her full, supple ass lifted beautifully in the air. A hand gripped the base of her tail then, and another a fistful of her dark tresses, and he pressed close, hips sliding forward to dip the head of his cock slowly inside. "I just might breed you here, Kitten, with all these travelers watching us mate." With a yank of her hair to the side, she would see what he was looking at now---a group of travelers to the north, standing in the distance and facing the couple. They watched, whispering to each other quietly, some looking excited and some horrified. And as they watched, he would feed her his cock, inch by inch, then the real fucking would begin.

"HEY!"

Garrus stopped, cock half buried inside her as he turned the south to see who was calling them out. And it was, to his chagrin, a pair of patrolling guards who seemed keen on approaching fast. "Next time, my sweet!" Garrus called with a laugh as he pulled free of her pussy, helping her by yanking her trousers back up before hurrying to the nearby tree branch to grab her hat and toss it to her. And with those things done and their packs gathered, he grabbed her by the wrist and, laughing his dry, happy laugh, urged her off the road and into the brush of the woods. He knew his way around such places, and knew he could lose the guards and get them much farther up the northern path and closer to Roust without much issue.

They'd hear the call of ''animals!'' and ''perverts!'' as they made their getaway, and each call amused him ever more.

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If Tali had an instant ''breed'' button, it would be pulled, not pushed. All that was required was for Garrus to wrap his large hand around the base of her tail and adjust the height of her hips. That was when her mouth would part open in excitement, her breathing growing deep and laborious as her eyes started to glaze over. Drool from worshipping his perfect cock already collected on her chin and dripped to the ground before her hands. And as Garrus started to fill her, making her watch the others watching them, she grinned wide and decided to put on a show for them.

Or, she would have, because that was the time those damned, cock-blocking guards showed up. Their timing, as usual, was atrocious. "Never there when you need them, always there when you don't!" With a scramble and a longing that would have to be denied, the pair made themselves functional enough to flee. She grabbed her belts and her pack, tossed Garrus his in exchange for her beloved hat, and even though the exertion they put into running wasn't the cardio she would have liked, Tali blew a kiss and a wave to the crowd that had gathered and denied a damn good show.

Animals. Perverts. Indeed! Tali laughed in exuberance once the ''insults'' started to fly after them because they both knew that the guards would never hope to keep up. Garrus knew this area too well, and frankly, Tali would have discouraged them with her claws, if needed. But it wasn't needed. They lost them, and then after moving through the fauna to gain even more ground, by the time they slowed to a walk the guards were so far back they would be forced to give up the chase.

With a long, exasperated sigh, Tali put her breasts back into her shirt and buttoned it up to a more presentable place. She had to hop a little on one foot to adjust her pants, but the belts forced her to stop completely, just to tether them on again. "How rude!" Her tan cheeks were warm from their jog, but the pair had excellent respiratory systems. It was put to frequent use. "Who do they think they are, interrupting a crucial moment like that?! The nerve!" Indignation lifted her chin, even as Tali began to run her nails through her hair to sort its mess. Her haughty attitude was just part of her never-ending game as if she didn't quite understand ''sarcasm'' in the same way as most others did. Or, maybe it was just a cat thing.

Choosing to wear her big, poofy hat, Tali plopped it on her head and looked at her lover, smirking with sudden delight. "How are the blue balls, Daddy?"


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Jessie had largely had his college paid for by his scholarship. The young cat-rabbit was brilliant when it came to statistical theory and mathematics, and his talent had ensured he had a free ride through this current Bachelors degree. But sadly he had found out by midway through first semester that while living on campus was fun for the most part, the costs really were not. Food, drink, and especially alcohol and party supplies for when he wanted to unwind with friends, all cost far more than his paultry allowance from his parents could cover. So he had been forced to submit to the ritual of all broke college kids, checking the online listings every night for jobs that could earn him extra cash with which he could survive the year.

With a stroke of good luck he had found something quickly that seemed promising. An older gentleman needed a personal assistant to help him around his estate performing household jobs and other odd jobs that he needed doing. The pay offered was quite good and promised numerous benefits, as well as the possibility of higher pay over time. He had quickly sent off his application and gotten a reply from the man, who asked for the standard set of things. A photo of Jessie as well as a quick letter about why he wanted the job and some experience with working physically, and soon he had a reply back asking him to come to the older man's office for an interview the next day.

And today was that day. Jessie had no classes after his morning was done and so now waited outside his office, dressed in his slim jeans, button up shirt, and a light hoodie jacket. Awaiting his interview.

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Jason was a reasonably successful man in his mid forties who worked in the legal field. He owned a nice house in the suburbs of the nearby city where his office was. However despite years of trying, he was unsuccessful in his dating life. Even when it seemed he and a potential future partner clicked things just inexplicably fell apart after a few dates. After giving up on his love life for awhile he came up with a brilliant solution.

He would offer a good paying part time job to one of the nearby college students, have them sign an inescapable contract which would then turn them into his young piece of arm candy out in public, and have them do much more lewd things in private. He made a post online, offering $30 an hour for a college student to come to his home and help him with ''various household chores''. If college students were as poor and cash strapped as he was back in his day, it wouldn't be long before he was flooded with eager applicants. He was right, the morning after he made that post he had dozens of applicants, all of them posting pictures of themselves along with their applications, as the job description requested.

He ignored most of them, a lot of them were typical college frat bro douchebag types who seemed to think he meant he wanted someone to help him with manual labor jobs. However one caught his attention immediately, a young man named Jessie, although you could hardly call him a man with his soft, feminine facial features, striking blue eyes, soft blonde hair, and Jason couldn't help but notice his plump thighs and wide hips that were wonderfully showcased by the skinny jeans he had on in his picture. He quickly responded, setting up an interview with Jessie that Friday afternoon. In the meantime, he went to work, honing one of the specialty skills that made him so successful in the legal field. Drafting contracts that were... less than favorable to the person signing their name on the doted line.

After analyzing and reanalyzing it in every way he knew how, he concluded that there were no loopholes should the pretty femboy decide to get cold feet after he signed. Friday morning came along and he quickly got himself showered and dressed before hearing a soft knocking on the door while he was finishing the knot on his tie. He opened the door, and he saw the petite femboy, who couldn't have been much taller than 5 foot 4. Being well over 6 feet himself, he towered over the femboy. "Ah you must be Jessie, glad you could make it, please come in and sit down." He said in a deep rumbling voice, taking the opportunity to admire the femboy's plush, plump rear in his jeans before he sat down at the opposite side of the desk. "I looked over your qualifications and I think you're the perfect candidate for the job. I have the contract right here if you'd like to sign." He said, pushing a sheet of paper and a pen across the desk to where the femboy was sitting.

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Jessie took up the contract and scanned over it. He wasn't an unintelligent boy by any stretch, but he could never hope to actually understand this contract without a lawyer. He just wanted to seem professional to impress the older man who had introduced himself as Jason. He signed it right away after he had mimicked reading it over, marking his name along the bottom of the contract with the pen, sealing his deal with Jason. As far as Jessie was away that deal was to help him with household jobs, perhaps a bit of writing correspondence, doing some errands. He wasn't at all aware of the actual nature of the contract, nor how Jason's eyes had roamed hungrily over his soft, feminine body.

"So do I start today or tomorrow?" The boy asked eagerly, looking up at Jason. The man was almost half again as tall as him. Even with both of them sitting down Jessie's head only came up to his chest, and standing he'd barely meet his middle. Jessie's thighs rubbed together as he shifted a bit in his chair, slightly intimidated by the sheer bulk of the man, but also excited at the prospect of earning enough to let him actually enjoy life at college, including the alcohol and other fun things his friends got up to when they didn't have to study. He'd heard how wild that could be and the boy was kind of excited at the prospect.

[Assistant] Jason watched in amusement as the femboy pretended to be reading the contract, which was just a mess of pointlessly overly complicated legalese that essentially boiled down to Jessie being his servant for the next 365 days. He took the contract, wondering how he could impose the severity of the femboy's actions on him ass soon as possible. "Well, if you want we can get started right now by having you try on your new uniform." He stood up and walked over to the closet that was in his office, rummaging through it and pulling out a skimpy maid's outfit, complete with feather duster. "Be a good boy and put this on, oh and from now on you will refer to me as Daddy while you're on the job. I suggest next time you read contracts before you sign them." I say with an evil chuckle.

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Jessie took a moment to process what the older man had said, and at first his smile stayed on as if it were a joke. But when it turned out that the older fur was being completely serious he gave an indignant look. "I'm not wearing that" he huffed. "And call you what? I'm your stuff assistant not your piece of arm candy. Fuck the contract, I'm not going to take this job so you can have some fetish fulfilled."

He stood and angrily stalked towards the door, unaware of the greater threat that the fur had against him. Blackmail over this all to his college.

[Assistant] I go out in front of you, blocking the exit, grabbing your arm painfully and twisting it as I drag you back to my office. "I don't think you understand how this works bitch." I say, throwing you towards the desk as if you were a cute femmy rag doll. "You signed the contract voluntarily and of sound mind, which means you agreed to every provision there. I legally own you for the next 365 days, and if you break this contract I will hit you with litigation so hard your dumb pretty head will spin. On top of being a broke college student struggling to find a lawyer who'll take his losing case for free, your name will be tarnished all throughout your university, your name will be mud, and they'll probably kick you out because they don't want contract breaking dead beats ruining their good name. Now get that fat sissy ass in this maid outfit right now or I will make you wish you'd never been born." I growled, smacking your thick sissy ass in order to get you moving.

[User] Jessie yelped as the man rough handled him back into the office, smacking his ass and going off at him about his college scholarship and his life. He let out a growl, but grabbed the outfit meekly and began to put it on. The man wouldn't even let him leave the room so he was forced to strip naked in front of him just to get into it. Jessie's body was slim and feminine, with wide hips and a round ass, his legs toned and his stomach tight with a flat little chest. He had never been close to the brawny type, in fact his body was more shapely than some girls he knew. The maid outfit only accented this, drawing attention to his curves, the way his tail poked out underneath, and the fullness of his behind. He stood there, red faced, wearing the revealing outfit, his bulge in the panties barely visible, too small to make much of an impression.

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Jason grinned down as the girly canine shot him a venomous look but complied, stripping naked out of his street clothes in order to get into his new uniform. Jason felt his cock grow rock hard as the femboy showed off his curves, which were more shapely and beautiful than some women. It created a much more substantial bulge in his pants than the femboy's did in his thong, which was currently being swallowed up by his full thick behind. "Fuck, just look at that body~" Jason said, slowly walking around the femboy in his slutty maid outfit to admire him from all angles. "Getting Daddy all hot and bothered over here, how about you be a good girl and suck Daddy's fat cock." He said, shoving the femboy to his knees with his powerful arms and pulling his fat cock out of his own pants, slapping it on the femboy's face.

"Bite down on it or try any other funny business and I break your fucking jaw on top of getting you kicked out of your precious school understand? However, Daddy does know that incentives work just as well as threats, so if you be a good girl and get Daddy's cock all the way down to the base, he'll give you a hundred dollar bonus on top of what you're making an hour, sound good?"

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Jason's eyes widened at the sheer size of the man's cock. It was at least thrice the size of his own, he didn't even think that had been possible... either that or he was way smaller down there than he'd thought. It wasn't like he had much experience to compare with, anyway. The heat it radiated against his face and the scent coming off the masculine length made his head a little light, but he still managed a scowl as he refocused his eyes on Jason.

"I'm not your whore..." he grumbled, but he'd made up his mind already and slipped the cock into his mouth slowly. He had to really open wide to get the head past his lips, and slid his head forward to suckle gently on the throbbing length. A hundred dollar bonus was better than walking out of here having lost his entire education, and better than he was going to get anywhere else. He'd work out a way out of this later, for now he had to just shut his eyes and suck Jason's cock dry. Maybe the older man would be lacking in stamina and blow quickly, he hoped for that as he slowly worked more and more of his cock into his mouth. Tongue lapping at the head as he came up, he breathed in as best he could with the monstrous manhood in his mouth, and then went deeper.

He gagged and coughed, saliva leaking out of his lips around Jason's cock, but he tried again, and again, each time he gagged it got a bit easier. By the time Jessie had slid every inch of the man's huge cock into his throat, saliva was dripping down his face and coating the shaft, leaving a small puddle on the floor. He swallowed, flexing his throat around the shaft that stretched it open, nose pressed up against the base of Jason's crotch, inhaling the scent deeply. He was hard now, he couldn't seem to stop that, especially with the scent of Jason's body and the heat of the cock in his throat. His own much smaller member twitched stiffly under the dress, precum leaking in little beads from the tip.


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It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. As usual the husband was gone, he was off on some sort of business trip or the other. Which had left her alone. She had woken up early and had made sure the house was tidy. She was feeling a bit lonely truth be told.

Ashley was taller than most, her horns were adorned with multiple golden rings... and each of her ears happened to have multiple piercings. Her white fur still seemed to appear ever so slightly wet from shower, and those big brown eyes were scanning over the front yard. She was wearing a little sun dress, that was a bit to tight for her. She had gained some weight in the last few months, which only seemed to cause her already large breasts to swell ever so slightly, she had a hint of softness around her hips... with a bit of pudge around her thighs, and than there was that ass... that seemed like it was almost going to split the little garment that she wore which was clinging to the cleft of her backside.

She had a glass of red wine in her hand, which she was sipping softly just waiting to see what would happen today.

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It did not take too long from one of her ''suitors'' to show up, a wide smile on his toothy face as the young James Rhys walked in towards her front porch with a flower on his hand---a little tulip that he had rather carelessly taken from a garden down the street. The gesture was all that counted, after all, and the young stallion with his lean frame and athletic built had a winning smile to all little fillies back in college.

Right now, however, he came to visit his favorite friend. Usually Ashley did not mind him going to her front door, but it was a Sunday---and the neighbors were watching. They were always watching, she said, but the weekends and holidays were the worst---so the young man swiftly leapt over the short fence and approached in swiftly, walking around the fine two-story house even as he found her backyard's porch.

Just as James approached the backdoor, he sighed, adjusted his mane of hair, and then knocked in the door. There was a faint thunder in the distance. Rain was coming soon.

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Ashley's ears twitched slightly against the sound as she brought herself to a stand. She adjusted her dress as best as she could, but, with her new hint of weight it was difficult for her to really straighten things out. All she managed was to make the garment cling a bit closer to her form. She expected it would be one of her... companions, and the idea caused a hint of dampness to force its way from her nipples. It was always a sign of her excitement, the poor cow couldn't help but begin to give milk when her mind went to the dirty side of things.

She took another long drink from her glass and headed towards the door swinging it open. When she saw James a s mile crept across her lips as she let out a little soft moo. Her rather large backside swayed back and forth as her tail flicked too and fro.

"Oh sweety... what're you doing here?"

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James's own tail, lush with hair, flickered with excitement behind him, their animal sides showing the evident... interest one nourished for the other. James smiled. While stallions were usually tall, the white-pelted cow was still taller than the brown-hide before her. He smiled. "Hallo, Mrs. Ashley! How do you do today?" He asked her with a wide smile even as he walked inside after she had opened the door, the young man blushing at her cooing moo.

He knew that he ought not to stand at her backdoor without going in. People could see him. "I got a little worried not to see you at the Cult earlier this morning, Mrs. Were you otherwise busy? Sick?"

The young buck then remembered the flower, and offered it sweetly to her. "Could stop thinking about you today at the Church since I had not seen you there, Mrs. Ashley."

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"I was just straightening up around the house. I have... the house all to myself, and that's the best time to try and get things done." She said with a soft sway of her hips as she moved from the door pulling James into the house, before slamming the door shut in front of them. The curvy bovine took the flower and brought it to her muzzle giving it a little sniff. If she wasn't covered in soft white fur, the stallion might have noticed crimson filling her cheeks.

"So... um, I guess your here for..." She brought a hand down hard on her fat jiggly backside. The cow girl was known through the neighborhood by those who were single to be rather... insatiable. It likely had all started when she had been caught by a few of the neighborhood stallions nude in her backyard... using a rather large and obviously equine toy to pleasure herself.

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The lady had also been very kind that very day to bring her stallion boys inside, in so many ways. From that moment on, she had been treated like a queen by the young men who started to avoid seeking girls their age knowing that she was always... open and spread... for business. James seemed to fluster slightly for a moment at the loud slap on her tushie, and shook his head. It was not like James had never been inside her. It was curious how she seemed to only favor stallions---the occasional zebra and donkey too.

"Oh, Mrs. Ashley, it's not like that!! Not at all!" He said, a little bit shy on it. "I just thought that you could be lonely, you know, with your husband always traveling and you left alone..." He said, his eyes torn between her ass, her chest and her eyes.

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Ashley always enjoyed how James came off as so shy. It was sweet really. She was at the age where she stopped playing at the back and forth that younger woman seemed to indulge in. She knew what she wanted. Which was... virile young man. So instead of playing coy... she simply went for what she needed. She could appreciate a young man's nervousness... it always made her so excited. She remembered the first time she had spent time with the stallion, pumping her hand along his length for just a few second had resulted in a massive explosion that coated her face.

"Well I am... all alone." She said with a smile.

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He smiled eagerly at her, suddenly reaching for something inside his pockets... and failing to find it. James suddenly got very nervous. "I... Uh... I actually came in ready this time, Mrs Ashley!" He said as he looked into her lovely eyes. His eyes were a glimmering shade of green. "I... oh, well, I bought a whole foil of condoms this time, I swear! I just... seem... to have misplaced them." James blushed again, and this time she could see the rosy cheeks under his coarse, thin hide.

The young male blushed. "Uh... can we still be together, Mrs? ...I missed your company."

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"Sweet heart... you know I hate condoms. Unless I can feel... all of that throbbing heat..." Ashley brought a hand to her chest giving one of her massive orbs a firm squeeze that only seemed to result in a larger dark spot against the fabric. She moved in close and nuzzled against the stallion's cheek, she seemed to panting softly.

"You haven't touched yourself have you? I don't want my big stallion to have wasted any of his cum on tissue or bed sheets."

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"Oh, not at all, no Ma'am!" James said with a half-chuckle. "Well... teachers keep saying we should always wear protection... but I guess Mrs. Ashley knows better. Right?" He added with a smirk, kinda noticing the dark spot only now. He could not ignore it, and soon he was tenting inside his pants. James purred excitedly at how she nuzzled at his cheek, lovingly, in a very, very nurturing way.

"...Can we... seat down? On the living room?" He suggested, his hand sliding over her back just over her ample ass, playfully caressing her tail neat the stump.

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"Your teachers are right truthfully. Alas, this heifer needs her meat from time to time. So she ignores that whole... nasty latex thing." Ashley nodded softly. She grinned and brought a hand to rest on the Stallion's crotch giving it a firm squeeze, as she looked over her shoulder at the living room. That large backside of hers swayed slowly back and forth as she looked down at him her small going almost ear to ear.

"We can, but, you have to say please." She had been working on James in particular to teach him how to submit. She wasn't a controlling woman, but... she did so love her stallions begging from time to time. She giggled and pressed her chest against his. "So, be a good boy..."

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The buck almost thrust into her hand as she touched his loins, feeling the wholesome potency and virility in his heart pushing into his loins. Her grin had him blushing and shivering with excitement. No girl could or would dare taking him like she did, so very sure of her every gesture. The young man nodded, smiling as his hands both now slid around her waist to rest upon her ample ass. She was sturdy enough to take them, after all.

"Please, Mrs. Ashley?" James asked her with a smile, pushing his chest back against hers, feeling her flesh squash tightly to his athletic, thin frame.

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Ashley let out another soft giggle, James was always such a good boy. He was always to willing to please... and that only made her more excited. It was difficult to not get a little wet when someone seemed so needy. Te fur on her thighs was already going damp as a strong feminine musk filled the air around the pair. She knew that a stallion like him could have landed a girl in the prime of her life... fertile... and needy. Sure, most of them wouldn't be sporting curves like her, but still.

She kept her hand grasped around the stallion's crotch as she headed towards the couch. She brought herself to a sitting position. "Will you strip for me?"

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The young buck chuckled, always loving everything about Ashley---she was sweet, her smiles and giggles were winning, and her scents were always so delectable. Taking his time as he pushed himself further against her hand, he followed her suitably around towards the ample couch of her living room---perhaps the may ''stable bay'' for the cow, after all. He followed her obediently even as she slowly sat herself before him.

"Oh... sure thing, Mrs. Ashley!!" The young man said as he took his hands to undoing his shirt and pulling it off his slender frame. The young male had some white splosh marks around his flank and chest albeit none on his face and neck that she could see with his shirt on. His hands went to his groin, and soon he unhooked the button and the fly, grinning down at her.

"You wanna unwrap it yourself, dear?"

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The curvy bovine watched with wide eyes. Ashley was doing her best to play at not having the desire to tear off the stallions clothing. Her ears flicked ever so slightly, as she lifted a hand to her chest giving one of her more than ample orbs a firm squeeze. She reached for her glass of wine once again, she didn't sip it this time instead she drained that warm crimson causing it to stain her lips.

The busty bovine was feeling a rather warm puddle forming beneath her well... fat ass, as she looked up at the young man. She placed the glass downward and used her free hand to grab James by his jeans and tugged him forward. She was hungry... and kind of lonely, so she began to pull his garments down.

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The youth approached her further as Ashley reached into his jeans, tugging him very closely. Her hands wandered down, and soon his pants were being pulled low. The stallion wore loose, bagging shorts, and the tent was evident and obscene as his hardness pushed against the soft fabric. It was enormous---a huge snake stirred obscenely before her eyes, and it seemed it would be sure to tear through if given any time.

"Yeah, Mrs Ashley... let's start it this way." He smirked, winking down as his hand reached up to caress her pale white hair lovingly.