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The whimpers of Ollie's pain fell on deaf ears. Jaxton, while he did feel a slight pang in his heart as the young boy beneath him questioned the bite, he did not want to let it deter him. Ollie was a fine catch and he wasn't going to let it go so easy. If he stopped now, he may never be able to get what he wanted.

Though, when Ollie asked if he was too showering, Jaxton's lips did peel back into a mischievous little smile. "Mhm, that's right, Ollie. We're going to shower. Both of us." Jaxton sighed, as he adjusted Ollie against his chest. "Together."

Jaxton continued to rub the cube along Ollie's asshole. The frozen water quickly melted and pooled up. As Ollie's ass twitched, the water would leak into the virgin opening. The excess, as it gathered, would begin to trickle down around Ollie's sac, wetting it. It then traveled down around Ollie's cock, ringing around the base before evaporating at the heat of his groin. Eventually, the cube melted completely. "Mmm..." Jaxton groaned, as he looked at the wet opening. "Too cold, now?" He murmured, before licking his lips.

Ollie's next sensation would be the feeling of a thick, wet and warm muscle lapping gently at the wet opening. Jaxton moaned against Ollie's hole, as he bent to lick around the rim. Ollie's virgin taste was amazing. He needed more. He licked at his hole and slowly allowed his tongue to lick upwards, lapping at Ollie's exposed sac. "You taste amazing, Ollie."

Then, without asking, his right hand snaked up between Ollie's cheeks, his index finger prodding at that hole. Then, carefully, as it was lubricated with the ice water, he pressured the hole until it popped open and the first inch of his index finger snuck in. The heat was incredible and all Jaxton could think of was preparing Ollie's hole to fit his cock.

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Ollie bit hard on his lower lip as the cube only continued to be slowly rolled over his sensitive opening, whimpering quietly at Jaxton's peculiar answer to his question. "B-But y-you're... you're j-just making me more... more dirty..." It was a weak protest as his hips wriggles faintly, but even if his mind truly wanted to, he didn't have the coordination to lift himself from the resting position as his body was assaulted with such new and raw sensations.

He released a soft moan as the water trickled occasionally inside his hot entrance to cool him so much deeper than before and he panted heavily, closing his eyes as the excess water trickled downwards to ghost over his heavy sac and even run across his heated shaft. His hips rocked forward unconsciously, rubbing his cock against Jaxton's chest as he whimpered in need, finally feeling the last of the ice melt away to just the touch of the other boy's finger running against his opening. "Nngh... y-yes... too cold... I think..." Ollie panted in reply, his hands clenching loosely into fists.

It took a moment for the boy to register what the next sensation was as the hot, wet muscle ran across his sensitive entrance and he gasped sharply as Jaxton's moan seemed to vibrate over the skin, his hips arching back into the touch even as he shook his head. "N-No... it's b-bad to d-do that... st-stop... Jaxton...!!" His words ended in a loud moan as the tongue flicked upward against his smooth sac his body visibly trembling with heated breaths as his taste was complimented.

"Nngh... it f-feels good... b-but it shouldn't... it's bad... Jaxton... Jaxton..." Ollie shook his head weakly before he felt the finger rubbing slow circle around his opening, encouraging it to relax slightly when it began to press forward, the muscles resisting for several moments until the pressure gave and Ollie gasped loudly,, his back arching upward in an elegant arch as the finger slipped inside. There was some small pain, but mostly the sensation felt amazing and he moaned hotly, his hips shaking slightly.

"G-Good... so... good..." He panted, his cock twitching between spread thighs.

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Jaxton was beginning to have feelings of worry deep in his gut. Was the drink wearing off? The way that Ollie tossed his head and protested to being licked, Jaxton feared that the boy was coming out of the drunken state and would then not allow him to continue. For a split second, he thought, _It doesn't matter, I'll make him._ It was at that moment a surge of power came through him, and with his singular fingertip inside of Ollie, he began to press it down further into the depths of that hot body.

"It's not bad," Jaxton said in an attempt to comfort the trembling boy below him. "See, it feels good." He decided to initially go slow, gently allowing his finger, once embedded to the last knuckle, to wiggle about within Ollie's hole. "It might be uncomfortable at first, but I promise you," He said, as he leaned down to spread kisses along the boy's thigh, "I promise you'll be wanting more."

As he said this, Jaxton began to move his finger in and out of Ollie, pacing himself. At first, he allowed the finger to enter from tip to knuckle at an easy pace, but as he felt Ollie's muscles relax against the finger, he sped up, quickly fucking Ollie's ass in an attempt to hear the boy squeal out in pleasure. "God," Jaxton moaned, almost to himself, his breath heavy, "I can't wait to be inside you." Jaxton's cock jumped suddenly against Ollie's back, the tip wet and hot.

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Ollie might have felt some degree of trepidation and anxiety over what was happening, but he still made no move to slip away as the finger continued to press inside his tight opening; almost paralyzed by the powerful sensation. He released a loud groaned as the digit thrust deeper into his body, his hips arching downward slightly as if to press more inside him as his muscles stretched around the invading finger, his cock twitching and spurting a small amount of precum onto his slender chest. "Ahh... Jaxton..."

It seemed all he could do was pant out the older boy's name as his hands tightly gripped the bedsheets either side of their bodies and he whimpered hotly as he was told how it felt good. Somehow that made it true in his hazed mind and he nodded quickly as the finger finally buried completely inside his body, a sharp gasp echoing between his lips as it began to wriggle against his hot passage. "Nngh...! Wh-What... what is it...?" He whimpered weakly, unable to see exactly what was happening as his hips arching into the kisses that rained over his thigh, his eyes squeezing shut.

There was nothing he could do to resist as he felt the finger begin to slide slowly in and out of his tight hole, his muscles slowly relaxing to allow faster and deeper thrusts of the digit until Jaxton was moving as fast as he could. Ollie cried out loudly in pleasure, his hips writhing almost uncontrollably as the sensations washed over his body, barely hearing the heated words of desire from the other boy's lips as he rocked back into each inward thrust of the finger. Jaxton was right; it did feel good... maybe he was right about other things too? Maybe he did know best? "It's g-good... Jaxton... ahh! Please..."

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Jaxton didn't know Ollie, but he knew about sex and the human body. every other boy whom he'd done this to had squealed just like Ollie. However, none if them had been virgin and none of them had been as sweet as Ollie. "That's right," he groaned, as Ollie pressed his ass up against the feel of a finger invading it. He could tell that Ollie wanted more.

"Please, what?" He teased, leaning over Ollie slightly. In this position, he could easily reach Ollie's privets with his mouth. Again, to tease the boy, he let is tongue lap gently along the underside of his cock. "You want another finger, Ollie, you want filled up?"

As he spoke, he allowed his finder to quickly caress the velvety side of Ollie's anal passage, prodding around the flesh near his prostate, though not directly on it. Jaxton watched as Ollie's cock began to bead at the tip with pre-cum, and grinned as a result.

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Ollie's breath echoed in heated gasps as he shuddered against the older boy's body, legs parting slightly wider as if to silently beg for more. The single finger slid easily in and out of his stretched opening and his hips rocked back and forth with the quick thrusts, clearly ready to be further toyed with as he whispered softly and bit hard upon his lower lip. "P-Please... it feels good... I... I w-want more... please..." His voice was quiet, perhaps slightly embarrassed, but the pleasure behind the words was obvious.

He whined loudly and arched his slender frame up towards the tongue that ran so slowly over the edge of his hardened cock, the length twitching even at such small stimulation, writhing against Jaxton's expert tongue. "A-Ahh...! y-you shouldn't... that's n-not right... ahh..." No one had touched him before and yet his weak protests paled in comparison to his body's lustful movements; his breath hitching at the tormenting question of another finger, the delicious thought of being further filled.

"Nngh...! Jaxton!" Ollie shook his head frantically as the finger stroked the sensitive opening, brushing so very close to his prostate and causing small spikes of pleasure to shudder through his body. "I-I'm b-bad... Jaxton... I shoulder-shouldn't want it... b-but I..." His parents told him to be respectable, to save himself for someone he loved. Did he love Jaxton? He wasn't sure, but he was helpless to say no as his slender legs parted further, desperate eyes flicking downwards to try and see the older student's face.

"I want... I want it... p-please... I don't know wh-what to do... but I'll d-do anything... please..."

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Jaxton had been with many partners, but none as delicious as Ollie was. Ollie had a way of expressing his pleasure through not only vocal commands, but also through his eyes. Those beautiful eyes trembled and glittered with pleasure and promise, begging for more even if his sweet lips were not asking for it. Though, soon came that verbal plea for more affection, along with the physical aspect of those slender hips pressing down on his finger. Ollie wanted it and Jaxton was more than willing to give.

He continued to run his tongue eagerly over the boy's cock, that was at his disposal. He wanted to see Ollie cry out again, as he had before. It was adorable and made him feel better about the situation. "You're delicious, you know that?" He teased, wanting to see Ollie's cheeks turn color again.

Then, as he was distracting the boy with his charming words, he pulled his finger out momentarily. When he reinstated it, his middle finger had also joined into the hole. He moved his fingers casually at first, getting him used to the new stretching sensation.

"Mm. Tight." Jaxton said, half mindful. With his free hand, he grabbed Ollie's cock and steadied it as he took the Freshman's shaft into his mouth. As he sucked, he quickly trusted his fingers in and out of Ollie's virgin hole.

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Ollie's mind was torn between what he thought was wrong, and what his body told him was right. The alcohol numbed his worries about what he was doing enough to allow Jaxton to continue using his body even as the boy whimpered quietly and bit down gently upon hiatus lower lip. It was embarrassing to have another touch him in such an intimate place, his cheeks glowing a deep pink as the tongue traced over his cock once again. "A-Ahh... it... its t-too much... Jaxton..." He panted weakly, cheeks flushing a darker shade as his apparently delicious taste was complimented.

"Sh-Shouldn't... say things like that...!" The boy added, a hand lifting to cover his lips as a moan slipped between them once again, his thighs tensing slightly as he felt the finger slide from his slightly stretched opening. He didn't know why, but he felt strangely empty at the lack of fullness and heard a whimper echo from his lips as though it were someone else. He didn't feel in control of himself at all; like Jaxton was playing him like an instrument.

"Jaxton...! I... ahh!" His weak protests were silenced as two fingers then pressed against his opening, pushing deep into his hole and wriggling against his passage to stretch the hot muscles that clung so tightly. His eyes closed, head tilted back against the pillow as his hips strained to arch away from the slightly painful sensation before the other hand moved to grip the base of his cock.

A sharp cry passed between Ollie's lips as Jaxton engulfed his hardened length to suck the sensitive skin, the pleasure clashing with that of the fingers thrusting faster in and out of his tight body. The boy groaned and writhe helplessly upon the couch, his heart hammering against his chest as his stomach clenched and drops of precum dripped from his cock into the older boy's mouth.

"I f-feel... strange... Jaxton, I... I feel h-hot..." His back arched upward slightly, his cock twitching in what Jaxton would recognize as the moments before climax. How long could a boy so inexperienced last? If the older student didn't stop, Ollie's seed would spill into the talented mouth with a loud cry of pleasure from the boy.

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Maybe it wasn't Ollie's innocence that was turning him on... maybe it was the simple fact that Jaxton was able to corrupt that beautiful innocence, that made him seek to torment Ollie further. When the young boy groaned and denied the compliment that he gave him, Jaxton could not help but offer up a few breathy chuckles at the way the freshman acted. "It's true," he breathed hotly along the tense flesh, letting his tongue run up to the head and circle about it.

Finally, his mouth found itself filled up with Ollie's length. Oddly enough for someone like Jaxton, who was dominate in every sense of the way, he was not pressuring Ollie to get his own desires fulfilled. There was something about Ollie that made him want to see the boy in pleasure, even if that meant his cock had to strain painfully, desperately aching to be touched or to receive attention. In truth, just hearing Ollie's sweet cries and moans of pleasure was causing his own dick to leak.

When Jaxton continued to pleasure Ollie and he tasted the sweetest juice, dripping onto his tongue and slipping easily down the back of his throat, Jaxton moaned against the hardened flesh. He knew what was coming soon, could feel it in his fingers as Ollie trembled against them. Jaxton was not afraid to swallow semen, not afraid to give Ollie exactly what he needed. In fact, he was planning to forbid himself from entering Ollie that night, to make it all about Ollie... then to massively guilt trip the young freshman into darker deeds than giving up his innocence. He wanted Ollie to suffer, for his favor.

Thus, when Ollie prompted him that he was near to releasing, Jaxton buckled down and actually continued to suck faster, bobbing his head about the shaft until he felt the first spurt of seed. When he did, Jaxton locked his lips to Ollie's base, milking his lover of everything the had. Teasing the boy, he lapped at the sensitive flesh after his release. "How's it feel now, Ollie? You cooling down, yet? God damn, you're so beautiful when you're overheated like that." He chuckled, lifting his face from Ollie's crotch, allowing his hand to caress the boy's face. He smiled when he realized Ollie still had his glasses on.

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The boy's toes cursed as he felt those lips continue to move up and down his aching cock, the previously unknown pleasure wiping all conscious thought from his mind. He was lost to it as he writhe beautifully upon the couch, hands reaching upwards to tightly grip the large pillow and offer a pleasing view of his arched chest; pale skin flushed a light pink with arousal, beads of sweat causing it to glisten in the light of the living room. "O-Oh God... Jaxton... Jaxton, I... I feel s-strange... I... ahh...!" There was barely any weaning Ollie could give in that moment before the desire spilled over and the climax claimed his body, a loud cry echoing through the room.

Thick ropes of cum spurted from his shaft into the older boy's eager mouth and Ollie whimpered faintly as the lips continued to suck, milking him until not a drop was left and he feel back upon the sofa with a small mewl of delightful exhaustion. He panted hotly for several long moments, his eyes half-lidded and unfocused as he steadily came down from the pleasure high only to blink downward at the other student.

"I... c-cooler...?" He blushed deeply and turned to nuzzle into the hand that caressed his cheek, his hips writhing slightly as his cock was released from the hot mouth. "Y-Yes... I f-feel g-good... thank you..." The poor boy had no idea quite what had happened, only how it had felt and he swallowed thickly, looking to Jaxton for support as indecision crept to his features and he looked again down towards the other boy's face, shuffling up slightly on the pillow.

"You... I haven't d-done anything bad, have I...? M-My parents always said that... that... sex---" he whispered the word quietly, "---was bad..."

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As Jaxton sat there on the couch, still straddling Ollie's legs, he relaxed his free hand down at his side and continued to touch Ollie's face. He was such a sweet and innocent little tot. But the words that came from his mouth made Jaxton quiver, because he knew that it was all too easy to guilt trip him this way.

Jaxton was still hard, throbbing between his thighs, but he ignored the sensation as he allowed his thumb to run over Ollie's bottom lip. "Bad, huh? Well..." he started, laughing a bit to himself, "You know... you've just finished indulging in oral sex, Ollie Baby." He said, 'matter-of-factly', as he patted Ollie's cheek. At this point, Jaxton stood up. He was completely naked, just as Ollie and didn't seem shy about this.

"It's naughty. Very bad. But you did it." He said, crossing to the kitchen. He reached into the fridge and pulled out a long necked brown bottle. Quickly, he twisted off the top and sat the cap on the counter. Jaxton took a long swig of the drink. "Congratulations."

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Ollie smiled faintly as the hand gently caressed his cheek, a soft sigh of pleasure passing between his lips. Something that felt so good and so powerful surely couldn't be a bad thing, but the boy had faith that Jaxton would know what was right and wrong. The older student seemed to know everything in his eyes, and he blinked slowly as he watched Jaxton move to stand, blushing deeply and averting his gaze from the naked state he found him in. "I... I know... I know what we did..." He said quietly, hands covering his softening cock qs he slow sat up.

Eyes wide ed as the other boy explain how bad, how naughty it was and he gasped quietly with a faint whimper, hanging his head as if in deep shame at what he'd done. "I-It is bad...?" He murmured quietly, shuffling and closing his thighs together with a deep frown upon his features. "B-But you did it... we did it... d-does that mean you're bad too?" No. Ollie was sure Jaxton wasn't; it was all his fault. His parents had told him that he was a disobedient child... they were right.

"I don't want to be had, though..." He looked up as Jaxton sat, holding a bottle and offered the hollow congratulations, to which Ollie shook his head slowly. "I... I'm sorry..."

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Jaxton, as he watched Ollie's innocent and almost troubled explanation of what had just happened, couldn't help but pause the lip of his bottle at his lips. Ollie was such a fragile and gentle creature that it wouldn't take much to get what he wanted out of the boy. The poor thing. Jaxton almost felt... bad.

Slowly, he approached the couch, taking a sip between words. "According to your parent's definition, then... yes. We did it. We're both... bad." Jaxton looked down at Ollie. "According to their definition." Finally, he lowered himself on the couch next to the younger boy, and carefully put his arm around him in a reassuring manner.

"Sex... takes two people, Ollie." He said, matter-of-factly. "And... you're not bad." He said, softly. Slowly, a finger came to lift Ollie's chin up, so that Jaxton could look into the boy's eyes. "You're actually very... very... good." Then, Jaxton leaned in and planted a soft kiss to Ollie's lips, the taste of beer very heavy and evident. If Ollie allowed him, he'd let the kiss linger for some time. Upon pulling away, Jaxton adjusted himself on the couch and looked down at his own nudity. He was losing his erection.

"Stay with me." He said, looking back up to Ollie. "Stay the night here. Tomorrow's Saturday. Your dorm isn't going to miss you for one night."

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Ollie looked to the older student for guidance, however foolish that might have been given what had just happened between them. The worry that he'd done something terrible was clear in his anxious gaze as he watched Jaxton pause in drinking down the bottle, shuffling nervously as he waited for confirmation. "Their... definition?" He repeated, watching the other boy move closer and blinking slowly. "Y-You mean... they were wrong...?" What child ever thinks their parents wrong? But hearing it from Jaxton was enough to make even Ollie ponder.

He shuffled sideways to give enough room for the older boy to join him on the sofa before tilting his head upward slightly when the finger touched his chin to gain eye contact. He blushed darkly as he was told he was good, that he wasn't bad and a smile crept to his pink lips as he nodded slowly. "Th-Thanks... Jaxton..." Anything else he might have said was abruptly swallowed in the kiss however, and he gasped softly, remaining still to allow Jaxton to deepen the gesture as much as he wished, leaving the poor boy panting for breath.

"Mm... stay the night..." Ollie licked his lips unconsciously, closing his thighs in a sudden embarrassment as he looked away. "B-But I didn't... bring my pajamas..."

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Jaxton watched Ollie, curiously, as the young boy continued to run about the situation. Didn't he understand any of this? Hadn't he had his sex education, or hadn't he been lusty before? Jaxton sure assumed so, at the way his lithe body had acted under his fingertips. However, maybe sex and being sexy was just something natural that everyone realized how to do, when the moment arose? Unsure and uncaring, he kissed the young boy and allowed himself to finally lean back, watching as Ollie caught his breath.

Then, Jaxton's eyebrows rose slightly as he stuttered on about how he hadn't had anything to wear to bed. Although it seemed a bit outlandish, because they had just frolicked, naked, together on the couch... Jaxton could appreciate the boy's innocence, and smiled at him. "You don't need pajamas, Ollie." He said, quietly. Jaxton leaned in, one hand coming to tickle the inside of Ollie's closest knee. "We're both boys here. Grown men. Besides," Jaxton said, his breath hot against Ollie's ear, "I've already seen all you've got to offer." He growled, pulling apart Ollie's legs to better expose the boy's nakedness. His cock throbbed once more and he sighed.

Then, Jaxton stood, taking another drink before he offered his hand to Ollie. "Come on. If you get too cold, I promise to keep you warm." He finished the bottle, setting it on the coffee table, before tilting his head at Ollie, an awkwardly big smile coming to his features. "You promise to do the same for me, huh?" Jaxton may have been a little tipsy.

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Ollie blushed bright red as the older student kissed him, feeling suddenly awkward and self-conscious as he tried to hide beneath the blanket. "Wha... what...?" He muttered quietly, fidgeting and squirming as he looked away, only to glance up at the other boy again. "No... I can't sleep without... my PJ's..." He said quietly, eyes fluttering shut as he shook his head slowly. "I... I'm sorry..."

He looked to the older man with a frown, brow furrowing slightly as he considered the matter. "If I slept without them, my parents would think I was... bad... I... I'm scared of them..." He admitted sadly, shaking his head slowly as he looked away. "I'm sorry... I should go..." He said, sitting up straight and shifting to wrap the blanket around his shoulders before standing and walking to the door, the blanket falling to pool around his feet.


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Seth didn't falter, didn't stumble as he finished up the summoning ritual flawlessly, seeing the demon he was aiming for appear within the summoning circle. The being was gorgeous, a creature made for pleasure, to seduce weak-willed humans easily, and he was almost briefly distracted, but he managed to catch himself, focusing his attention on the ritual with strength and determination, knowing that if he misstepped now it could be fatal.

This demon was very calm and collected---Seth almost wasn't sure how to handle that. Most demons were angry when they realized he intended to bind them. Most demons stormed or lunged towards him and stepped into the trap, this one was smart. He was sizing up the situation, before blindly making any moves. Seth could respect that. He knew this demon was special when he had chosen to summon him... he was certain he wouldn't disappoint him, even if the fact that he wasn't entrapped within the ward yet was cause for concern.

He grinned slightly, keeping his eyes on the demon, lifting his arm towards him. He held it palm-upward, and as he recited the last few lines of the ritual incantation, he closed it into a fist, the candles began to flicker and wink out one by one, severing the link to the underworld as they did. Opening his hand again, he made a gesture for the demon to step forward, though he was unsure if he would be too alert to fall for the ruse. He could tell the demon was calculating his situation, and he knew that these moments, between the summoning and when the demon was safely bound by the talisman, were by far the most dangerous.

Seth knew he couldn't relax just yet. His eyes still focused on the demon's, he held his breath a moment, waiting to see if he would wander into the trap. If he didn't, he had ways of forcing him into it, but it would cost him energy, and he would have little to spare after struggling with this demon in the first place...

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As Rain didn't take his eyes off of the summoner, he couldn't see the portal behind him close. Of course he did feel it, but it didn't make him all too concerned. When this soul was his, he would get pulled back. Hell wanted souls always, a glutton for them, and having one if its creations capture one made it lash out and grab said demon and his price. In Rain's mind, getting back was no problem. If this summoner, of course, would show any sign of weakness...

He allowed the smallest of frowns to form. "No warm welcome? Was I not what you intended to pull from Hell itself? Risking your very soul and have it go wrong, mortal, is a foolish thing, indeed." It sounded teasing and playful, but fact was that Rain was confused ever so slightly. This man was much too focused; more clear-headed than he had encountered in many a century.

The gesture made was met with a slightly deepening smile, and, indeed, Rain did move, but only a few steps, as to not anger the summoner. Or hint him of his confusion. He made a show of those steps, intricately weaving his magic into his movements, into his seductive smile, the slightly hooding glance, the purse of his lips, even the raise and fall of his chest. The steps ended less than an inch from the trap, as if he had known it was there. But, as he hadn't looked at it, only the summoner himself, he didn't know.

"You have me.. wouldn't you like to reap the rewards I can offer you? I would swear it is unlike any you have encountered, but a sinful man such as yourself may find that hard to believe..." he said hotly, then clicked his tongue and grinned much like a cat observing a fat mouse he's about to jump and devour.

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Seth felt himself relax so very slightly as the demon stepped forward, but then he suddenly halted, just shy of the trap, and he nearly felt his heart stop. Did he know it was there somehow? Had he sensed something amiss? It made him anxious. He didn't dare glance up at the ward, knowing that if he did, it would alert the demon of its presence. He couldn't risk it.

He grit his teeth together slightly, and his expression became serious, the look in his eyes dark as he kept them firmly on the demon's eyes. He refused to let the incubus get the better of him. He was stronger than that. The demon's bargaining fell onto deaf ears, and he carefully made his way around the altar. It was dangerous to approach closer to the demon when it was unbound, but he was hoping that if he did so, the demon would likewise be compelled to step forward, into the trap. He moved with confidence, a slightly seductive sway to his own movements, doing pretty well at hiding the fact that the demon was making him anxious, attempting to lure him forward.

"What exactly can you offer me?" Seth spoke, attempting to bluff the demon, a slight smirk coming to his lips as part of the facade. Seth was shorter than the incubus, having to look up slightly towards him, and he let his gaze roam over the demon briefly, taking in his appearance. It was difficult not to let himself get too distracted by this, but the demon was built for seduction. A weaker man would have likely blindly accepted his offer.

"You're not a fool, and neither am I. I knew what I was doing when I summoned an incubus, and I think you know why I did as well." Though he played calm and collected, his mind was racing, going over the incantations he would have to speak if the demon decided to try and attack him from where he stood.

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There were slight changes in the summoner's expressions. Curious. He seemed to be worried, but not so much about loosing his soul to Rain's skills, as to the incubi's behavior. It made him wonder just how he thought Rain would act. He checked to see if he was still in the summoning circle, briefly dropping his gaze, making it seem he was shy to the summoner's approach. He was, indeed. Nothing could really happen to him when he was still inside; magic would conflict and... was he overthinking? Perhaps, but this summoner made him odd, less secure.

Then he felt a gaze wander his form and he automatically reacted to it, hands going over himself slowly, playing over the landscape of his body where the man's eyes lingered, a more malicious smile forming. "I can offer you this. I'm sure you want it, don't you? All that bliss..." he purred, confident the man was just a bit dusty, not certain just how to respond to a half-naked pleasure demon appearing out of thin air to do his bidding.

And, confident he needed to take more action due to Seth's rusty skills, he stepped forward, into the trap, then smirked, a brow slowly raising, tilting head to one side, before his face got such an innocent expression it was nearly unbearable to see.

"Ah..." he said quietly, then shook his head "You are, indeed, prepared." He closed his eyes, then, scanning with his magical being for the presence of what mortals call 'evil', and couldn't find it. He was trapped, but all he did was smirk.

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He did it. He stepped forward. It was difficult for Seth to not look visibly relieved. The demon had been lured into the trap, which magically bound him within its confines, he would be unable to reach beyond it, either physically or magically. A small chuckle escaped him at the demon's compliment, and he reached into his robe for an amulet that was hanging around his neck.

He briefly allowed himself to take in the demon's features now that he was safely within the binding talisman, almost having to fight against the distraction. The demon truly was breathtaking, and a slight, knowing smile came to his lips. He had summoned the demon for a reason, after all... and he was momentarily consumed with thoughts of how he would enjoy the demon's company once he was properly bound, but quickly shook it off. There wasn't time for that now. He could think about that once he had the demon under his control.

"I did say I knew what I was doing when I summoned you, 'Rain'," Seth spoke with a bit more confidence now, not venturing too close to the demon entrapped within the binding ward, the tone with which he spoke his name letting him know he knew it wasn't his real one. Tracking down the demon's true name had been difficult, and it had taken him a lot of hard work to properly work out enough information.

He locked his eyes on the demon, rehearsing another incantation in his head as he directed his focus towards that. He needed to get close enough to Rain to pluck a couple of hairs from him, and get a few drops of his blood---which would be difficult. Though the trap that bound him wouldn't affect Seth, it would be foolish and dangerous to venture inside before the demon was in some way restrained. He knew he was in for a struggle, and he mentally prepared himself, beginning to speak the incantation, staring deep into the demon's eyes.

The spell he was weaving would only restrain the demon temporarily, he knew a demon as clever and strong as Rain would be able to shake it off quickly---especially if he faltered. His voice was clear and each word spoken with a skill that showed he'd been doing this for a very long time. The first part worked to enthrall the demon, trying to lock his gaze onto Seth's so that the spell couldn't be interrupted, so that he could cast the rest of it and bind him physically, if only barely long enough to get what he needed for him...

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Having had raised a hand slowly to feel the confining nature of the trap made by Seth, Rain shrugged one shoulder and turned his attention back at the summoner. He wasn't much of a fighter. For one, he had left his whip back home. It hadn't been smart, no, but it still had blood on it and his servants had been in too deep a haze to think about cleaning and scrubbing. He wasn't too angry with the guy, light and sound still traveled freely; he had options. And magic.

"Quite full of yourself, aren't you?" he mumbled "I take you are a dominant man and would love to see me squirm under you? That is a possibility.. I'm actually quite good at submitting when it comes to such pleasurable games.." The man was eyeing him. That was good. He was holding his attention well, then. But how to break him to his own will? There wasn't all that much he could do that would have impact. Beyond the obvious, of course. But he wasn't about to gift this man what he was hunting for without a bit of a struggle.

Then the opportunity arose in a less than common manner. The man started a spell, wording it carefully, where Rain had thought to expect his true name slung at him, the man but spoke mere words... Seth was full it. He had hinted and failed to deliver. Good

His eyes drew to the man's, but of his own free will, and, as fast as Seth could word his spell, Rain started to speak, too. He knew this spell; it was one of his favorites. Instead of speaking Seth's words, however, he spoke the last word of the spell, backwards. Then the one before that, and the one before that, unraveling the spell as it was cast, not permitting the weave to become established, but picking it apart thread by thread.

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Ah, this demon was good. Of course he was... Seth had chosen this demon, after all. He knew he wouldn't be easy to deal with. Rather than waste more energy on the spell once the demon began to expertly counter it, Seth simply stopped, his fingers running over the delicate carving of the amulet he was holding as he approached a bit closer, just barely beyond the boundaries of the trap that had ensnared Rain.

"You can resist, but I will bind you," He said simply, keeping his gaze on the demon although he wasn't casting any longer, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he lowered his voice slightly. "And you will serve me, until I tire of you, Ashtoreth." Though he spoke the demon's name in a hushed tone, he did so confidently, his eyes still piercing into him. He released the amulet that was hanging around his neck, still holding the demon's gaze as he reached into his pocket.

"That's right. I know who you are," he spoke, hoping to hold the demon's attention, a slight grin on his face as he continued, attempting to distract the demon from what he was doing via conversation. "It's kind of amusing, you know your name has come to be associated with a female demon? Some scripts even called you a 'goddess'. That's why you were so hard to track down..."

He withdrew his hand slowly from his pocket, clenching his hand around something, though he was still trying to keep it hidden for as long as possible, keeping his train of thought going as he leaned a bit closer, almost against the very edge of the magical barrier. "I think perhaps they thought you were a woman because of your leanings towards your own sex, but really, that's what makes the most sense of all, isn't it? Only a true demon of lust would partake only for their own pleasure, without any concern for procreation..."

He lifted his hand quickly to his mouth, his fingers forming a ring and a bit of a crude funnel as he quickly blew through it, a thick puff of dark red dust coming from it, aimed at the demon's face. He moved back quickly immediately after he'd done so, not daring to breathe in, lest he inhale any of the dust still swirling in the air. It was a powerful magical sedative, and he couldn't risk it taking hold of him, and ergo, he held his breath as he waited for it to settle. The method of administering it was inefficient, and he only hoped the demon would get enough of it to allow him to gather his reagents he needed to enslave him, feeling his heart beating hard as he felt a slight ache in his lungs.

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A smile curled Rain's lips when Seth stopped casting. He might have still be in the trap, but what good was an incubus you couldn't touch? But that smile froze, his jaws tensing, at his true name being whispered. How? How had this piece of crap gotten a hold on his name? He had been so careful, had spread so many lies and deception even he couldn't find the paths back to himself. Though he did keep looking at the summoner, his eyes had narrow, turning bright green eyes to a color found in night time forests.

"How dare you..." he growled low, knowing that Seth would be able to control him now with ease. It wasn't fear that showed but the first true signs of anger, the cool demeanor finally starting to crumble under emotion. He still didn't jump at him, though. Aside the fact it would do no good inside the trap, it would be under his station to act as such. He had a brain, he just had to figure a way out. That was all.

Still somewhat stunned at his true name dropping, Rain didn't act quickly enough when Seth did and inhaled quite a bit of the dark red cloud that came his way. Now, his hands did raise to reach at Seth, but he found himself against a wall of the trap, then a bundle of limbs on the floor without any time between both incidents. And without the will or desire to lift one of the piled limbs that might or might not still be attached to his form. He wasn't sure.. They felt rather tingly and far away.

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Seth still didn't breathe, still anxious that his plan may not work even as he saw the demon slide down to the floor. Was he bluffing? He might be. It'd be dangerous to just assume Rain had fallen for it. He didn't approach right away, wiping the dust residue from his hand, waiting for the majority of it to settle before even beginning to breathe again, letting the air out of his lungs in a rush. He tilted his head slightly at Rain... if he was bluffing, he was a very good actor. He approached very cautiously, knowing he had a short window of time to do what he was planning.

Rain had slumped down against the edge of the barrier, which was fortunate for Seth. He didn't have to actually step inside of it to get what he needed, he could reach through. He crouched beside the demon, smirking faintly as he looked at him. He did seem to be struggling with his motor functions, meaning the sedative must have been a success... excellent. He reached over to him, carefully separating out a couple strands of that shiny, black hair, plucking them out quickly.

While he was doing that, ever the multi-tasker, he reached into his robes for an ornate ritual dagger. The blade was black, made of obsidian, with a razor-thin edge, and with somewhat of a sense of urgency---knowing the demon could come to his senses soon---he quickly slashed at the incubus' chest, directly over his heart. The wound wasn't deep, but enough to draw a decent flow of blood, and he quickly yanked the amulet from around his neck to press it to the wound. The object glowed briefly as it began to actually absorb the demon's blood, collecting within it.

He drew his hand back from the demon somewhat quickly, as though he thought he would attack, but he lingered close for a moment, tilting his head at Rain, a slight smirk on his face. There was a temptation to reach through and touch him... no. This wasn't the time for that. This demon wasn't properly bound and such an action would be incredibly foolish. Hopefully the drug would last longer, and he could try later... right now, he had another ritual to prepare. He stood from where he was crouched, and brought the collected hairs and blood to the altar at the head of the summoning room.

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The world was fragmented to Rain; flashes of light, pressure of the wall in his back coming and going, scents fading out only to return in earnest the next moment. He trusted his demonic anatomy, though. It wouldn't last; whatever Seth had blown to him would be dealt with. And then he would deal with Seth... It was even somewhat hard to think while he patiently waited for his senses to rebuild.

A light pluck to his head formed a thin line over his forehead. It could have been a frown. The sting across his chest, however, brought forth something completely different. Maybe his body hadn't been reaction well enough, fast enough, but when it registered his skin breaking and blood flowing warmly down his torso, it reacted violently, destroying the sedative within second as if Rain's very life was in danger.

Seth had been wise to pull back quickly, for when he withdrew his hand, Rain was alter and active again, ducking after the still withdrawing hand, only just missing it. He cursed when he reached the opposing wall and dropped himself to a knelled position, glaring at Seth, but not uttering a word. This man was trying to bind him... maybe keep him as a pet. Not good.

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Seth gathered several items together upon the altar, his gaze occasionally lifting to look at Rain, a faint smirk on his face as he saw he had definitely shaken off the sedative. At least he had gotten what he needed from him before that had happened, he was certain if he'd been pulled within the trap by him, the incubus would have made his life very unpleasant---for however long it would have lasted. He was still trapped, and now, he was really pissed, and so he set to work on his next ritual.

He lit candles, and after clearing the altar of everything except what was necessary, he took a deep breath, and began to chant a new spell. He spoke his words low, but clearly, knowing better than to mess these things up when a demon was involved. Within a small crucible, he placed a powder which ignited into a magical fire, and incinerated the hairs he'd plucked from the demon's head. Never a pause in the chanting, he likewise plucked a couple from his own head, adding them as well, burning them to ash, the flame winking out with a wisp of smoke. Next, he opened the pendant that he had collected the demon's blood inside of, dripping it into the ashes before setting it aside.

Steeling himself for the next part, careful not to mess up his chanting, he held his hand over the crucible, using the ritual dagger to slice it open. His breath hitched very slightly from the pain, but he didn't misstep in the spell, the words still perfectly formed as he clenched his hand into a fist, dripping a few drops of his own blood into the mixture. After quickly wrapping his hand in a cloth to stem the bloodflow, he reached beneath the altar for an object, placing it upon the top of it.

It was a collar. It seemed to be flat, made of iron---a metal capable of binding demons---with symbols etched deeply into both sides. Seth gathered up some of the inky fluid from the crucible, comprised of blood and ash, and began to rub it into the symbols, still chanting all the while. It was currently in two halves, connected by a hinge and nothing else, seeming to have no way to seal it, but of course, that's what the spell was for. Once the collar went on Rain, it wasn't coming off. The symbols on the collar glowed red briefly as they absorbed the inky fluid, then dimmed, leaving them darkened by the substance as he finished the ritual. He took a moment to admire his handiwork once he had finished the incantation, and casually stepped back around the altar, approaching near the trap once more to look at the captured demon.

"You can't step out of the trap without this on," he spoke to him simply, looking into his eyes. He was anticipating that Rain would definitely not simply allow this. "It's up to you whether you put it on willingly, or I force it onto you."

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Rain watched quietly, following Seth's actions and just able to hear the incantation he was using. It pulled a brief hiss from him, the understanding this wasn't just a binding spell to this realm but to a specific person. Like he had said before; how dare he? Instead of throwing a hissy fit, though, he slowly raised to his feet and tidied himself, taking deep breaths to calm down---or at least seem calm on the outside---and took a spot in the middle of the trap.

This man was too good. But was he too good for his manipulations? Perhaps. Perhaps not. This would become a long, long game between him and Seth. When the human cam back to the trap he was held in he but met his eyes with a cold glance, chin lifted to look down upon him.

"I'm not planning to step out, so I have no need of your lacking fashion statement..," he said coolly, folding his arms before his chest.

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Seth kept his eyes on the demon, while casually leaning back slightly against the altar, still holding the collar. He'd already known that Rain probably wouldn't just submit to him, and given he'd sprung a sedative on him once, he would likely be expecting that again. He could attempt to cast a spell on him again, but Rain was powerful, he wasn't sure he could mentally dominate him. Not until he was bound.

"You want to stay in there forever?" he asked him, his fingers idly running over the iron collar as he kept his eyes on him, a slight smirk coming to his face despite the fact he wasn't quite sure what his next step would be. He was safely away from Rain, but he was useless to him locked in a cage. "Fine, I can leave you in there to starve for a while... I'll just seal you in until you're ready to behave."

He wasn't actually planning to leave him there, of course, but it was one of his options if Rain refused to obey him. He looked up at the ward on the ceiling, and placed the collar down back upon the altar. He took a breath, and began to perform a number of hand movements while focusing on the ward, preparing to cast a spell that would seal it. If Rain wouldn't come out, he wasn't going to risk him breaking out somehow... still uttering the words to the spell, his gaze fell back down to the demon, looking him in the eyes as he continued, wanting to see if the demon would call his bluff or not.

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So the human would starve Rain after all the trouble of summoning him in the first place. It didn't make sense, but he didn't put it past Seth. Humans were, after all, odd beings. All their rules and regulations made no sense to the demonic mind. Rain couldn't help but smirk at the thread. Fine. So be it. A battle of wills, then.

He watched the man starting his sealing spell with mild curiosity, but didn't interrupt him. After all, the seal would keep him in, yes, but it would also keep the mage out. For the second time he cursed himself silently for only wearing a loincloth. He could have shown the man how to undress before company, to tempt and tease him until he'd break. It was unfortunate, but Rain had still some cards. Just not up a sleeve.

"That's not very smart of you, mortal, but if you insist on sealing yourself away from pleasure; by all means, be my guest," he said, tone of voice dropping to a purring tease. Having unfolding his arms, he let one wander his chest, his abdomen, play casually with his loincloth while the other trailed a fingertip along his slightly parted lips. "Too bad you didn't sweeten the deal for me, darling.. I might have played along..." he purred before quietly moaning when his hand slid between the cloth he was wearing and the skin it was tied against.


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Janie stood at the back of the auditorium, her back leaning on the wall, arms crossed under her impressive breasts. She had her usual blue cargo pants on, sports shoes, blue leather gloves, and a tank top. Her arms were bare, and should one look closely, it would be obvious that Janie had an impressive body, lean but fit, from training regularly for her future career as a gym teacher. However, what most people immediately saw was her giant breasts, barely contained by her white tank top. While she naturally had big breasts, these were enhanced even more by some experiment she went through with a science teachers a few years back. There was no doubt that Janie was proud of them.

The bell rang, signifying the end of classes for the day. The school official who had been speaking to all the students in front of the room indicated that people could go, and everyone started to dispersed. Janie was glad that the first day of school was over, because it meant she would get to meet her new roommate. As a senior, she still had been able to keep the same room, but she wasn't rich enough to live by herself. So instead she let the school assign a new student girl to her room, and now she would get to see who it was. But it wasn't mere curiosity. Janie was a dominating girl, and enjoyed very unusual kinks. She wanted to see how her new prey would accommodate to them.

She walked out of the school and towards the dormitory, then up to her room. Once there, she entered the small room, which consisted of just one large area along with a small bathroom. There were two beds, but only one had seen much use over the past couple of years. Once again, Janie leaned against the wall and waited for her roommate to arrive.

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Logan yawned. It seemed that each year, the first day of college got progressively more boring than the former. At least back in high school, there still was some excitement---she got to reunite with her old crowd, meet new people, etc etc. Yet here, it felt as if she was just one more face in an anonymous mass. Lazily, her eyes drifted to the right and left of the classroom as she checked out various girls. _Nope. Can't even remember the name of the brunette_, she thought with some disappointment. At last, the bell rang, salvation finally close by. Standing at 5'7'', she seemed like a pretty average girl---except for her face and body. The blonde stood up, her stool making an annoying scraping sound against the floor as she pulled it back. Her figure was lithe but with considerable curves, especially in her chest area, and blue eyes noticed all students leaving at once. Apparently, she wasn't the only one bored with today's lectures.

As she exited into the sun, she walked the wrong way first. Logan lived on campus, but this year, the authorities had decided to shut her old dorm building down and completely renovate it, something that was long overdue in her opinion. While it would be a welcome change to finally have non-creaking stairs, it also meant that all the girls there had to move. Including her. So now she was on her way to her new dormitory, to a small room she was supposed to share with another girl. She really was curious about her roommate---her old one had been an exceptionally nice gal, and turned into one of her best friends. They laughed together, they helped each other with break-ups and often partied together. In short, it had been awesome, and the blonde hoped she'd have another amusing girl to room with now.

Lost in thoughts, she almost didn't notice when her number came by, having trudged up the stairs mindlessly. It surprised her when the handle just gave away as she tried to open the door---she didn't think her roommate already would be in, but she was... and damn. What a girl. _Oh wow, huuuge boobs!_ was her first thought as Logan drank in the other's appearance after she'd entered and closed the door behind her. It was shortly followed by a _sporty girl, I suppose,_ as she took in Janie's appearance and muscles, her eyes having difficulty leaving the white tanktop that was stretched by the impossibly huge chest. Her head suddenly snapped up as a slight blush colored her cheeks. Damn, what would her roommate think of her now? Which idiot started staring at someone's chest, so openly like that?

"Heya... my name's Logan, Logan Hayes. I take it you're my roommate...?" her voice trailed off as she took in the room, eyes also drinking in the form of her supposed roomie, now a little bit more covert than earlier. To the bisexual, Janie was very very hot.

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Janie looked in silence as her new roommate came in, holding back a chuckle when she stared at her chest. It wasn't unusual for her, and Janie was used to it. But it also gave her the clues she needed. She could see how Logan seemed mesmerized by her body, and guessed that she was into girls, or at least open to the possibility. Good, this would make things easier.

She brought her arms up and crossed them on her chest, under her breasts, which had the effect of bringing them up even more prominently. As Logan looked around the room, she could see the two beds, one more used up than the other, the small desk, and various items, but the room itself was very bare. There was no computer, no landline, no TV. Only Janie's smartphone rested on the desk, and the girl apparently used it for all her communication needs. Truthfully, Janie wasn't much of a techie, and the usual types of entertainment like TV shows or movies bored her. She was more of a hands on person.

Smiling at Logan, she nodded at her greeting. "Hey there. I'm Janie. We're going to share this room so why don't you get comfortable? This is your bed." She pointed at the unused bed, and slowly moved towards the door while Logan was busy looking over the room. Without being seen, she locked the door and pocketed the key.

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The blonde's jaw almost dropped as Janie crossed her arms under her chest, making them even more visible. Hot? Scratch that, Janie was gorgeous and friendly. Logan didn't know whether she herself could still be friendly after being stared at like that, but her roommate probably was used to it and didn't mind so much anymore. Yet, how she could move with those breasts was a puzzle to Logan.

Turning to study the room once more, now a little bit less distracted by her roommate, she found the room itself was kind of bare---her guess was that her roommate had only moved in this year too. Only the very basic necessities were there, such as two beds, and as she quickly walked to the left, she crouched and dragged a black duffel bag from underneath the bed, not opening it but shoving it into the closet for later use. She'd socialize first, and then start the boring task of unpacking later on. As she did so, she completely missed Janie's movements.

"Gotcha. Is this your first year here or something? No offense, but you look a little bit too seasoned to still be a freshman here," the blonde laughed amicably. As she continued talking, she settled down on the bed Janie had pointed her, kicking off her sneakers and taking off her socks. Logan swung her legs over the corner of the bed and crossed them in a mockery of a 'zen' position, before using her hands to turn her to face the rest of the room again. "So, what's up. Any major plans for tonight? Going to the dorm party?"

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Janie grinned heavily about the comment on the room. They all started there, they all wondered whether this room was special. And it sure was, but not in the way they thought. No, Logan wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last that Janie would dominate. "Oh no, I've been here several years now. I just enjoy other types of enjoyments. I don't own a TV or most other modern items."

She then slowly came to her roommate's bed, and sat right next to her, on the side of the bed, and brought a hand to her shoulder and patted her gently. It was a move that lovers would do, or even long time friends, but a bit unusual for a new acquaintance. "I think I have an idea for tonight, Logan. We should get to know each other better.."

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For the better part, Logan understood where Janie came from. She had her phone and her laptop, and that was all she needed. If she wanted to watch a DVD or a trashy series, she could just download it, and that solved any problems. No silly timetables, just watching things where, how and when she wanted.

"Ahh. I see where you're coming from." The comment about other enjoyments of course completely flew over her head. What was she supposed to make of that? Logan didn't really know, and choose to ignore it. "TV is usually trash now anyway," she chuckled, despite the mild unease she felt at the grin Janie gave her, and the way she walked over to her bed. Something about that screamed "predator" to Logan's subconscious, but her real conscious didn't sense anything wrong.

Well, this was awkward. Logan could be a little bit touchy-feely herself, but it was rare for the blonde to experience other people doing it with her---and her first reaction was to shy away a bit from the touch, before relaxing and letting Janie pat her shoulder. Nothing wrong here. "Uhm, sure, Janie, sounds good to me," she shrugged, the movement accidentally causing her body to brush one of her roommate's giant breasts. "What do you have in mind?"

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Janie noticed how her roommate started to look uneasy, as they always did. But this one would not be going anywhere. Whether or not she actually suspected something, now she was locked in the room, and Janie had all the cards.

She slowly brought a hand to her lap, and placed it there, starting to caress her in an awkward way. "Logan, I won't lie to you. I'm a very kinky girl, I like to try new things, and to get my friends to try new things as well. Since you're my new roommate, it also means we're together for the year. As such, you're going to have to do things for me, sexual things, but I promise you'll grow to like them. First, I know you've been fascinated with my breasts. I want you to remove my shirt and look at them, touch them."

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Immediately, Logan froze as Janie started caressing her thighs, her hand seeming to wander up a bit higher with each stroke, her expression somewhere in between surprise and discomfort... though a deep, dark part of her didn't mind the intrusion so much. Janie was an attractive girl, after all, and Logan loved those.

"Excuse me? I'll have to do sexual things for you? Who died and made you queen?" the blonde spluttered as the other girl's words sank in. Janie's comment about her breasts struck home, and she wouldn't lie to herself, she liked kinky girls, but this was more than a bit shifty---besides, Logan didn't just take orders from anyone. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you want me to be your little sex toy?" The glance the blonde gave at Janie's breasts would tell her exactly what the blonde thought of that---despite her verbal opposition, they looked absolutely delicious, and Logan subconsciously licked her lips as she stared at them.

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Janie grinned at the surprised and angry retort. She had seen it all before, and had expected this. That's why her hand that was caressing Logan's thigh instantly became a grip, her fingers digging deep in the girl's thigh through her pants, while her other hand shot right up to her neck, grabbing it and pushing, forcing Logan to lay on her back on the bed.

Janie bent forward, still holding her new prey by the thigh and neck, looking at her with lust in her eyes and an amused, devious tone. "That's right hon, you're going to be my sex toy. And you don't have a say about it. You see, my dad is on the board at this school. If you talk to anyone, he will make sure you get expelled. And you can't run either, I made sure to lock the door. Finally, while this room may seem devoid of electronics, I did get a friend of mine to install a hidden camera somewhere, and if you don't do everything I want, for the rest of the year, I'm gonna make sure he edits the juicy footage of us fucking each other so that it looks like you were consenting, and post it on YouTube. So, do you understand me?"

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Logan struggled as Janie's grip on her thigh suddenly became vice-like, while her other hand flashed to her neck and forced her back, until she was lying flat on her back on the bed. The look in Janie's eyes didn't bode good for anyone, but in this moment, Logan just wished she could run out straight of the door and get a different roommate. Why oh why did she get stuck with the sexually deviant dominant girl?

As Janie talked, the blonde futilely struggled against her strong grip---it was easy to notice Janie was a whole lot stronger than her. Eventually, the blonde sighed and ceased her struggling, relaxing in the big-breasted girl's grasp, her expression screaming defeat after Janie's threats sank in. Well, if that girl didn't have all her bases covered, she didn't know who else did. All in all, it just was very bad luck for Logan.

"Fine, understood, I'll behave," Logan spoke with a glare at the girl towering over her, then continuing with a mild mocking tone. "So, Mistress, what would you rather have me do now?" She didn't even notice it, but some part of her was getting rather aroused about getting put in this position, and the 'mistress' didn't come off as sarcastic as she'd intended it to be... much more obedient and wanting.

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This one had been easier to turn, or at least appear so. She seemed ready to do anything Janie wanted, and so the girl wouldn't keep her waiting. Her grip on Logan's neck ceased, and Janie removed her hand, keeping just the one holding her leg in place. She instead pointed at her own shirt.

"You're going to remove my shirt and start tasting me. I assure you that you won't be disappointed." Janie was already starting to get turned on by the upcoming events, and when she was like that, it was very easy to make her lactate. She couldn't wait to see her new prey witness the large amount of milk she could produce.

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Her face was colored by an expression of slight distaste, and Logan couldn't resist rolling her eyes at Janie's demanding tone. Really, she just could've asked! It didn't matter that Logan was very likely to say no, but it wasn't as if she had a choice left at this moment. Her roommate had quite effectively blackmailed her into submission, and at this point? Logan didn't have any options left.

But the blonde wondered what Janie had meant by tasting her. She'd never had any problems with eating a girl out every once in a while, but it was kind of hard to do that if the other only had their shirt off. She'd find out soon enough anyway. So she raised herself again, and obediently took the other's shirt off, revealing that Janie's ample bosom was not contained by a bra. Tentatively, Logan leaned forward and gave her left nipple a slow, drawn-out experimental lick. "Like that?"


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Hamilton finished the search, returning to the doorway as he slowly slid his weapon back into its holster beneath his arm, under his jacket. His nose wrinkled at the smell of old Chinese food---he definitely recognized THAT scent, of course, from his own apartment, his car, and his office, so he surely couldn't fault her for that. Then he noted she still stood in the hallway, as if frightened to enter the place, yet he still had no idea why. When she suggested that they don't touch the box, he wondered if she somehow already knew what was inside it. To him, it was obvious that she did know---or at least suspected, and that set his nerves on edge as well. He moved over to it, reaching into a pocket and pulling out a pair of latex gloves that he had started keeping on his person. It didn't do well to ruin possible evidence in any case, let alone this one, so he slowly pulled them on as he squatted down in front of the package, across from where Evangeline stood.

Carefully, he picked up the box, rising to his feet, then turned and made his way over to her petite table and dual chairs that she had in one corner. He gently set the box down, still looking at it closely after checking out each blank side. "It was hand-delivered, and not by any messenger service," he said. "No stamps, no address. Whoever dropped this off, knew who you are." He looked up, and motioned for her to come in. "The place is clear, come on in. But I am curious why you said what you did---do you already know what's in here?" he asked.

She responded with fears of the police, and he could tell that she was getting agitated, her words pouring out, her stress obviously mounting. "Evangeline," Hamilton whispered. "It's OK," he said, then took a few steps over to stand in front of her. "You don't know---how---I think. Hell, right now, I am confused and would like something to start making sense so that I can figure things out," he said. "You're not fucked, miss. You'll be fine, I promise," he said. "But if you know something about this package, you should probably tell me now. Maybe we can avoid going to the police, depending on what it is?"

He reached his hands together and removed one of the gloves, taking his bare hand and offering it to her so that he might draw her into her own apartment. "Come on, it's OK, and it's going to be OK. We'll work it out," he said, his voice gentle and soothing.

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Evangeline took Hamilton's hand and let herself be led in though as soon as she began to calm down she was immediately embarrassed. Again, the fleeting thought that it shouldn't matter what he thought, he'd get what he needed from her and move on, but the truth was that even though she would have done anything to avoid someone finding her, now that he was here she didn't feel quite so... alone. That was dangerous, allowing herself to get lulled into thinking she could rely on anyone. She sat on the couch, all hunched in on herself and looking miserable, pointing at the coat closet just inside the front door.

"I opened that one, I didn't know what was in it," she said. "I... freaked out. I didn't want to think it could be real but... I couldn't stay in here with it. I just... I shoved it in there and left and stayed out all night. Just look."

She knew when he opened the closet he would see the box on the floor there, identical to the one that had been in the hall but opened. Knew also what he would find. Three fingernails, intact. Two teeth, a molar and an incisor. And a chunk of blond hair, four or five inches long. She closed her eyes, not even wanting to see his face when he looked.

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Hamilton slowly guided her over to the couch, where she took a seat, nervousness still written on her face and vibrating through her very being and into his hand. She was scared, he could see that much obviously, even though the place was searched and there was no one here. She informed him about something in the closet. He turned his head to glance in that direction, then turned back to her, giving her hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze, then let it go and moved over to the closet she had indicated, putting his latex glove back on.

Hamilton opened the door, his eyes quickly searching the contents of the closet until his eyes looked down and locked onto a box, identical to the unopened one that she had received today that still sat on her table. He squatted down and picked up the box carefully, moving over to the table with it after shutting the closet door. He set the box down, and gently removed the lid. He caught his breath when he saw the contents, but otherwise gave no other sign of shock that his innards were feeling. Fingernails... teeth... and a chunk of blond hair---and he had a pretty good idea who these all belonged to.

Hamilton just knew in his heart that these pieces belonged to Laurie. His heart sank---the girl was being 'parted out', but now the case had taken on an entirely different light. Not only was there a copy-cat killer, but whoever was doing this was now also trying to 'impress' the daughter of the man that the killer was copying. "Pack some things," he finally said, replacing the lid over the box. "He knows you're here, and he's brazen enough to drop packages off at your doorstep, so he knows you're unprotected. He'll send you these as a way to try to impress you---and when you don't respond, he'll eventually take it to the next level."

"We've got to get you somewhere safe." Hamilton picked up the unopened box and placed it on top of the opened one, and turned to face her. He was calm, his demeanor relaxed, doing his best not to panic her.

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Evangeline didn't want to open her eyes, didn't want to see the disappointment and fear on his face when he realized what he was looking at but when he spoke to her she had to look at him, her eyes softening as she imagined what he must be thinking. Evangeline tried not to think about what other people were feeling most of the time but her shrink had told her it was the fact she'd somehow come through her childhood with a sense of empathy intact that ensured she would never be like her father. But she always figured she had enough pain of her own. It was hard though, looking at Hamilton, knowing he'd talked to this girl's family, seen their worry and their grief close up, and would have to be the one to tell them terrible things...

"I know. I know I have to get out of here," she said, barely a whisper. She didn't want to know what the PI meant about next level and didn't ask him to elaborate. She stood, slowly, then gestured toward her bedroom. "I'm going to..."

She didn't finish but instead just drifted into the bedroom where she dug a good-sized duffle bag out of the closet. It didn't take long to stuff a reasonable amount of clothes into it along with some other odds and ends she would need and she hurried, weirdly not even wanting to be alone even while just being a room away, then made her way back out to the living room to set the bag on the floor and tucked her laptop into it on top of her clothes before zipping the bag up. Looking around she felt strangely sad, not for what she was leaving behind but because there wasn't more.

"I guess it's a good thing I never got a cat," she said wistfully. "I wanted one... I even went down to the shelter a couple times. At first I couldn't because I thought of..." She thought of what her father had done to her first cat, Simon, while he made her watch but she couldn't talk about it. "But then... it's like I knew... I always hesitated. I didn't know if I'd be around to take care of it, if I'd be found out and have to go. And I was right."

She picked up the duffle bag and slipped the strap over her shoulder and looked at him for what seemed a long moment with her stormy blue eyes. "You've been really nice, considering, but, well, you're not responsible for me and I can't afford to hire a detective. You can take those boxes to the cops... maybe they'll get some good evidence off of 'em... then please just tell them I disappeared after I gave them to you. It'll be true, actually, 'cause that's what I plan to do."

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Hamilton waited in the main room, his eyes mostly on the front door, as if he expected the sick fuck who did all this to come battering it down any second. If the creep was watching, it was a distinct possibility. His gun hand was always empty, always ready, but he oozed a calm, cool demeanor that was almost relaxed to anyone looking at him, as if there was nothing at all wrong in the world---despite whatever stormy emotions might be going on underneath. It was too coincidental. The kidnapping, the parts---and if these also belonged to the young girl he was searching for... he sighed as he waited for Evangeline to fetch some items in her bedroom. Soon, she returned with a dufflebag, and looked around. She really didn't have much else. Apparently the furniture belonged her. Did she even have a car? Somehow he doubted it, and he couldn't begin to imagine what kind of life that must be, to live like that.

She spoke of a cat, and he gave her a gentle smile. "For me, it's a dog. I work weird hours, wouldn't be able to be there for it to walk it and exercise it like a good owner should do. So, I avoided it. One day I'll get old and break down and do it," he chuckled softly, trying to put her at ease. Then she told him she was going to just disappeared, and his eyes widened softly.

"Evangeline... you can't be serious," he said. "This sicko found you once, and you have no idea how long it would take him to find you again. What if he finds you tomorrow? If you leave---which you have to---he'll think you've spurned him. I've seen similar cases. And you'll be unprotected," he said. He looked back at the door for a minute, and then to her.

"No, I am not 'responsible' for you, but I think you can be helpful, to the case, to find this girl, to me---so... why don't you come crash at my place?" he asked. He immediately held his hands up, "Separate rooms, no funny stuff, swear on my honor," he said, "Boy Scout badges and all. You'll be safe there. Comfortable. Food, drink. TV," he paused, "I've got wifi~" he said in a sing-song voice. "And if you STILL are looking for a way to protest---I'll give you... twenty-five percent of the fee I collect. You can be... my consultant," he said, nodding at the title. "No one even has to know who you are. In fact, you don't even have to SEE anyone. Totally professional and above board." "Whaddya say?"

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Evangeline could be serious and she bristled a bit as he seemed to imply she wasn't thinking it through. Screw him. He didn't know her and more importantly, she didn't know him. maybe he was just as bad as the guy leaving the packages, she didn't know and had no way of knowing. There was no reason he should want to take her in like a stray and put himself in danger except for this strange idea he had that she could help him. Her fight or flight instinct was strong but always she'd chosen flight and the urge was almost overwhelming now, the sight of the stacked boxes goading her every time her eyes lingered there. But is that what she wanted her whole life, to be a runner? Given recent events, she might not even have that much life left, did she want every moment of it to have been defined by her fear?

She listened a little longer, her face perhaps softening a touch, and though she didn't want to admit it to herself, not being alone had a pull. She couldn't allow herself to depend on him, of course not, but just sharing space, knowing there was an extra set of eyes and ears about... maybe she could do that? Maybe...?

"I..." She opened her mouth and closed it again as if it was simply too hard to accept his offer. He wanted a dog and never got one---he hadn't just looked at her like she was crazy when she started babbling about a cat. "I'll give it a try. Just one night, for starters, then we'll see. OK? And if I want to go, I'll go, and I don't want a big argument about it."

She stood there, practically glaring at him, but her hand was holding onto the strap of her bag so tightly that her knuckles were turning white.

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Hamilton stood and watched as a war waged in the woman's head---he fancied that he could see it stirring behind her beautiful eyes. Doubt. Fear. Suspicion. The urge to flee. Ultimately, he couldn't stop her---and wouldn't dare trying. He plead his case, if she still wanted to leave, who was he to prevent her? But he felt that he offered her something pretty solid. No, she didn't know him. But he knew people in her situation had two choices: pick a point to stand your ground and trust someone---or, keep running. He waited patiently for her to decide which path she'd take. Hamilton smiled slightly when she chose the later.

"One night then, no problem," he said, though his mind was tumbling now. One night wouldn't be much. He wouldn't be able to question her like he wanted to---because he knew she'd be overwhelmed and that would just make her want to leave. On the other hand, they were working on a time-clock now. With this new evidence---and he had no idea yet what was even in the second box---the young girl's life was perhaps even in more peril now than it was yesterday. He felt the skin crawl on his back---each day, perhaps each hour, put the chance of survival for the girl lower and lower. Perhaps she was already dead.

"No argument, either, if you decide to leave. Agreed," he said, as he then moved toward the door, the two boxes in one hand, opening it for her. "I parked just across the street. Come on, we can talk more in the car," he said gently to her as he waited for her to step out the door.

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Evangeline just nodded and walked out of the apartment, without waiting for him and without looking back. It was all just stuff anyway. This time she led him down stairs at the opposite end of the hall with stairs that led out right onto the street so they could avoid going through the bar again. She would mail her keys back to the landlord later and tell him to do what he wanted with the stuff. She glanced back at Hamilton as she stepped out into the street, an unconscious reassurance that he was still there. She didn't think he was a phony which meant he was like the nicest guy in the world and there was no question that a guy like that would be feeling all knotted up over this Laurie girl. She felt a little guilty she wasn't able to help him---but when had she ever been able to help anyone when it was all she could do to slog through her own crap?

"Good parking space," she mumbled inanely as she headed to the car with him, throwing her bag into the backseat then settling in and getting the seatbelt fastened. She chewed on her bottom lip, staring out the window until he pulled out into traffic and she suddenly couldn't stand the silence. "You seem more like a Hamilton to me than a Brad. I hope you don't mind if I call you that. I've never really been an Evangeline... it sounded cool but... I guess I'm not. I got it out of an old comic book, pretty pathetic, huh? I'll have to make sure my next name is more sensible, like Jane or something."

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He followed her out of the building and to the front-street, using an exit he hadn't seen before. She was quiet, and likely scared, he thought, and he couldn't help feeling bad for her. And, she had received this package... a gruesome package, and likely the second was just as gruesome, and she had kept her head. In her place, Hamilton didn't know if he would have been able to remain as calm as she had. At her remark about the parking space, he chuckled and then noticed the ticket on the windshield. "You GOTTA be kidding me..." he groaned as it pulled it from beneath his windshield wiper and was simply glad that he hadn't been booted, or towed. Sighed, reading over the ticket. 383 violation. He looked up and down the street and didn't see ANY 383 warning sign, and just shook his head.

"Yeah, great spot. Pretty expensive spot, too," Hamilton laughed as he watched her get inside the car and get buckled in. He followed suit, getting in and buckling-up as well after setting the two boxes in the back seat. He put on the shades he had left on the dash, and then started the car and pulled out into traffic. Finally, she broke the silence on her own, without him prodding her. He glanced over at her, smiling warmly. "You can call me either. When I was in the military, I was 'Hamilton' for four years. When I was on the force, I was 'Hamilton' there as well. Now I am a mix of the two, so... either will work," he said. He then glanced at her a few more times. He was checking her out again, of course, now that she was closer, but he quickly covered up his glances at her with his next words.

"You look like an Evangeline to me. I know of two---the Longfellow poem, and the comic. Both are very beautiful. I might even have the comic still, I am not sure," he said. He hadn't touched his comic collection in ages, stacked in boxes in his attic, most likely. "But... you have to pick something you're comfortable with. Just... let me know what you prefer that I call you, and I'll make sure I do." He drove just a hair above the speed limit, as all the locals did, as he made his way down the roads he knew like the back of his hand. Several times he'd double-back, looking for anyone who might be tailing him---anyone who might send boxes of body-parts to him or to her.

About an hour later, though, they pulled into a parking garage, and he went down the ramp a few times until he found an open spot. Parking, they were able to get out of the car, as he grabbed the two boxes from the back. He looked over at her, seeing her carrying practically nothing. That was her life, he thought. Having nothing of real value except the air you breathed, and a way somehow to scrap the cash together for a bite to east. That she had a roof over her head was, at least, a relief. He started walking down the garage level towards the elevator bank at the end. "You like Chinese, I saw," he said. "Is that what you'd like for dinner?" he asked.

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She was a bit surprised when Hamilton said he'd been a cop. It made her wonder why he quit when he was still clearly the knight on the white horse type. Being a PI always seemed like a cynical job to her and when he was still trying so hard to find this girl he had to know was probably dead by now, he didn't seem the cynical type. She almost asked him but she bit her tongue, not wanting to seem like she was getting too chummy or was somehow changing her mind about staying. She noticed how cautious he was being with his driving, paying attention to how he was trying to ensure that they weren't being followed and she thought that was pretty smart although since she didn't know how the murderer had found her in the first place, she wasn't sure she could relax.

She remained silent as he pulled into the parking garage and she grabbed her bag and began following him to the elevator. Dinner hadn't even crossed her mind and her stomach knotted a bit at the thought of eating but he was being hospitable and so she thought she'd try to eat a little.

"Sure, Chinese is good," she said. In fact, her father hated Chinese food so she found herself eating it all the time which would no doubt result in her having a fat ass and high blood pressure someday but she didn't exactly look that far into the future. "I'm not sure how much I'll eat though, maybe just some fried rice. Chicken."

There was silence again as they waited for the elevator and she glanced over at him, thinking again he was a good-looking guy just as she had when she first saw him in the bar. "So there's no wife or girlfriend who's going to freak out that you brought a strange woman home?" she asked before she could stop herself. It really wasn't any of her business, after all.