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Ray password locked his PC and stood, up, stretching and feeling the ache in his pants that reminded him he had... other matters... to take care of. He headed out into the hallway, singing softly as he went to the hotpress, got a fresh towel and then headed for the upstairs bathroom, his music fainting echoing from his bedroom.

_Maybe I should leave it open a little, in case Selena wants to join me,_ he thought with a chuckle and hung the towel over the rail. Pushing the door with his foot, he shrugged off his clothes, stepping into the shower and turning it on. The rush of hot water against his skin was relaxing... not a good as a soak in a bath admittedly... but still nice. Ray turned slowly, letting the jets caress his skin back and front as his mind went back over everything that had happened... everything that had changed in so few minutes... and how it was going to continue to change from here. His eyes were closed and a smile played across his lips as he idly soaped himself up.

_I wonder if that's why she became such a bitch?_ he idly wondered. _If she's had the hots for me for years, with no way to show it, maybe that's been her way of dealing with it._ He gave a soft chuckle as he looked through the walls in the direction of Selena's room. _Well, good news Selena, from here on you're not just a bitch, you're my bitch._

He felt his cock hardening again as a variety of half formed delicious ideas ran through his mind, ways to erotically torment his sister, to pay for back for all she'd done over the years, things that would, he hoped, not just leave her squirming in embarrassment, but also very, very turned on. He paused as he thought he saw a flicker of movement from the corner of his eye, but there was too much steam over the frosted glass of the shower to let him see clearly.

_Did I not shut the door properly?_ He frowned slightly, trying to remember if he had or not, then gave up with a shrug. Either he had or he hadn't, it wasn't going to make a difference now. _Maybe Selena's coming to get a sneaky peek of her own,_ he thought, grinning at the idea.

He turned slightly to present his profile to the door. Anyone out there wouldn't be able to see him clearly, but they'd be able to see enough to let their imagination fill in the rest. His hands traced lazy paths down his torso, drawing any unseen eyes down towards his waist, and then he began to slowly stroke his cock.

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Quickly and carefully hiding the dildo once more, not even bothering to clean it either, Celine carefully made her way past Selena's room and toward the bathroom. Finding the door closed, she very slowly and quietly pressed down on the handle and pushed it open just a tiny bit, enough to get a peek at her brother, much in the same way he had done to her twin sister. Already the water was running and it was a bit difficult to see, but the glass doors hadn't fogged up fully yet and she could glance upon her brother's attractive body.

Gasping lowly under her breath, the vixen was still under the effects of her heat when she noted the way he posed for her, though didn't realize it might've been on purpose. Despite the looser outline, she could very vividly see the way his hand slipped down and to his extended cock, the same one she had glimpsed previously. Licking her lips, Celine shuddered and pulled her skirt up to be able to fondle her pussy through her drenched pink panties.

"Y-your cock is... so big..." she mumbled under her breath, her bushy tail wagging behind her. "Ughn... I-I... I want it, brother... I want it inside of me..." The shy sister leaned down a bit to get a more comfortable look, wanting to watch her brother jerk himself off, her mind racing with what he was thinking about at that point.

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Ray closed his eyes as he tilted his head into the falling water, letting it cascade down over his face and body. In his minds eye he could see his sister peeking through the door, her paw between her legs, her gaze fixed on his body as she fingered herself towards another orgasm, his name once again on her lips. Of course, in his mind it was a different sister...

He gave a soft groan of pleasure as he continued to slowly stroke his cock, the warmth of the water not quite what he figured the warmth of a willing mouth, or pussy, would be like, but enough to still add to his pleasure.

"I'm going to fill you up," he murmured, not loudly, but probably loud enough to reach any listening ears over the sound of the water.

"Tell me you want it." His words were an unwitting echo of Celine's. "Tell me you want my cock inside of you. Tell me you want filled with my cum. Tell me you're my little slut, my little whore. Tell me your body belongs to me now."

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It was just too hot for her to handle! She could smell him so vividly from that distance... his arousal... his scent... his musk... the water only making the exact smells a bit more vague but she was already sensitive as it was. Celine's nostrils flared harshly, over and over, as if addicted to it. And watching him like a hawk, the intense look of his silhouette stroking his monster was giving her chills.

"O-oh... mhnn... mhhnnn..." What would it taste like? It looked so big! Would it even fit in her maw? Would she be able to breathe with that thing smashing down her throat? Her pussy quivered and oozed with pleasured fluids, soiling her furry fingers more and more, her pink panties already needing to be tossed into the wash by that point.

And when her ears perked up to his voice, Celine's body shook in place enough that she had to throw a paw over her maw to stop herself from moaning out loud. Did he know she was there? No... it didn't look like it but... was he fantasizing about her? The vixen trembled uncomfortably as he continued. "M-mhnn... mmhnnn..." Closing her eyes and trying to fantasize about it herself, she took his words to heart and finger fucked herself harder.

Under her paw, her words were barely audible to herself. "I want it... I want it so much, brother... I want your cock inside me... filling me up! I'm a stupid bitch who just wants to get fucked all day!" With her bushy tail wagging about her like crazy, the vixen felt herself just about to finish. "I'm a little slut... your little slut. Just a dumb whore... your dumb whore... OOhhnn... take me... take me, Ray!"

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Ray paused, opening his eyes and turning his head slightly towards the door. His hand continued to slowly stroke his cock, but something felt... off. After another few moments he realized just what it was. There was a draft. Not much of a one, but enough that he could just about feel it... and that meant that the bathroom door wasn't closed.

His lips curled in a smile as he imagined his sister having crept up to the bathroom door, hoping to see him in the same way he had seen her---even if she wasn't aware of that just yet. _Well, guess it's time for me to be a good brother and go take care of her,_ he thought. Leaving the water running he opened the door and stepped out on the mat. Not even bothering to reach for a towel he turned towards the door. "Enjoying what you see?" he asked quietly, blinking the water away from his eyes. "Why don't you come in here and close the door behind you."

He smiled at the doorway, wiping the last of the water away, then froze when he realized it wasn't Selena there after all. The cutesy pink and white stockings were Celine's favorites.

_Both of them?_ The thought echoed up through his mind. He'd had no clue that Celine was interested in him... but then half an hour ago he didn't know Selena was either. His smile was slightly less predatory than when he'd thought it had been the bitch, but it still held a hunger. He reached out and drew Celine towards him, pushing the door firmly closed behind her and making sure it was locked.

"Well now," he said, one hand raising to lightly stroke her cheek. "Whatever do we have here?" Keeping his eyes fixed on hers, his hand traced it's way down her breast, over her stomach and onto her thigh, then slid around between them. Questing fingertips found the soaking panties and rubbed back and forth over their surface. "I think we should get rid of those, don't you?"

His eyes slid down her body and then back up to hers. "And then everything else too. Except the stockings. Keep those on." His fingers slid back and forth on the surface of her panties, feeling the crease that they were doing a rather poor job of hiding. He leaned forwards, his mouth beside her ear and spoke quietly into it. "Mine now.". Beneath her skirt his fingers pushed the panties aside and slid into her.

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Celine was so into it that the vixen had failed to notice the way Ray's silhouette changed, his face more obviously gazing in her direction. But she was so hot and bothered... her scent fluttering in the air as her bushy tail wagged behind her. Then, as the shower door opened up to unveil her brother's full figure before her, the girl gasped, eyes wide as they immediately shot down to his exposed erection. And still, she didn't see him gazing in her direction... until he spoke out.

"W-wah..." Celine was caught completely off guard by that. How did he know she was there!? It caused her to gasp as he opened the door on her, and the shaking, shivering Celine stood there frozen in place, blushing deeply with a look of horror on her face. "I-I wasn't... it... was... uh..." What could she say? She had been spying on him, watching and admiring him. There wasn't much of an excuse...

But what surprised her even more was how Ray suddenly took hold of her and pulled her into the bathroom with him, sealing the two off from the world as the door closed behind her. Frankly, other than their personality, it would've been difficult to discern which twin was which if not for their choice of clothing, and the pink and white striped stockings were definitely one of Celine's favorites. Unable to really do much against her brother willingly, she gasped as he nonchalantly groped her, right under her skirt and against her slobbering slit.

"M-Mhnn..." she uttered lowly, not sure what to do. He had made clear what he wanted from her, but it didn't really hit her until the drenched pink fabric underneath slipped aside and plastered itself against her fur, and she felt her brother's fingers press into her needy pussy. "A-ahhnn! Hahnnn!!!" Celine could do little but stumble backward against the sink, her back arching as her hips instinctively pushed out to offer herself to him, causing his fingers to dig even deeper into her lubed up love canal.

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"You want this as well, don't you?" Ray said, his voice low, his fingers sliding slowly in and out of Celine's pussy. His gaze was fixed on his sister's face. Truth be told be found the embarrassment quite adorable. It stirred something within him he hadn't realized was there before, and he wanted more. He wanted to see her blushing at the same time as she told him what she wanted him to do with her.

"Tell me." His words were soft, his now well soaked fingers moving to her clit and starting to caress it, back and forth, harder and softer, as he watched to see what response each caress drew from her body. "Tell me what you want."

He leaned forwards, placing his lips close to her ear, tongue darting out to moistening his own lips. "Do you want to hold my cock? Stroke it? Do you want to get onto your knees and wrap your lips around it, feel me slide it deep down your throat as far as it will go? Do you want me to bend you over and slide it into this sweet little pussy of yours? Would you like that? Turn you around so you can look in the mirror and watch me fuck you?"

His free hand slid over her breast, caressing it through the cloth that covered it. He could already feel her nipple rock hard, and he squeezed it gently. "Maybe I should bend you over first," he teased. "Slide my cock all the way into that soaking wet pussy, see how good you feel to me, then let you lick it clean. Would that turn you on? Tasting yourself on my cock?"


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One second there was complete silence, the calm before the storm as everyone prepared for whatever attack seemed to be coming. Then there was chaos. Safra jumped in shock when everyone's demeanor suddenly changed, staring wide-eyed at the fleeing men and moaning women. It was as if they'd all been affected by some horrible spell, and although Safra winced as a spike of pain ran through her head, it wasn't debilitating.

"Jasper! Are you---" She turned around just in time to see her step-father fall to the ground, not making any indication that he heard her at all. The cacophony of screams around the campsite made her sudden headache worse, but she dropped to her knees and grabbed Jasper's shirt, shaking his shoulders to try and free him from his affliction. "Jasper?! Jasper, get up! What's happening?! Please, please get up!"

It was then that a chill ran down her spine, her sense of fear growing tenfold in a single instant. Safra instinctively looked up, gasping when she saw the mesmerizing, horrifying creature hovering above the camp. Time seemed to stand still as she stared at it, a million thoughts racing through her mind as she tried to figure out what she was looking at. However, they all culminated into one word: danger. She had to get away. She was going to die.

"Jasper...!" Safra called out her step-father's name again, unable to spare a single glance in his direction. He didn't respond. And just when she went to say his name again, the creature---monster? Demon?!---moved in her direction. She was too scared to even scream, and her body reacted faster than her mind. The girl stood up and sprinted towards the tree line, her cloak billowing behind her as she ran past two incapacitated women, their gasps of pleasure foreign to her ears. Tears filled Safra's eyes as she raced for the forest, sheer terror the only thing moving her forward.

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The wind buffeted Safra. A slash appeared in her plain dress. The wind came again, and another slash. Mocking, deep, laughter filled the space around her. To make matters worse, the laughter sounded somehow delicious---a confection to the senses, a rich rolling timber that was wholly unlike anything that should have existed in the world. More wind. She was barely a few hundred feet from the camp site and already her clothes were tattered rags hanging off her body, the skin beneath untouched. Oddly, her cloak was too.

"Girl, girl, girl..." The voice chanted, alluring and disarming. "Let me in. Let me in. Plant a seed. Plant the seeds. Stay with you. Within you. Make you strong. Make you strong. Make you like me." Now dissonant echoes rippled within that voice, and each time the wind buffeted her, there came the sense of a hand caressing some portion of the girl's body---hips, throat, back, breasts, as if she were naked, standing still, instead of fleeing in abject terror.

"No one will save you. No one cares. I care. I will protect you forever. Let me in. Let us in." The horrible cacophony of voices seemed timed to match new lightning strikes, each of which illuminated a path stretching away from the girl. Naturally, the path led to the temple that had allowed the creature into the world in the first place. A place of power. A place of new beginnings.

Behind the fleeing girl, the miasma of terror gradually waned, and with it her step-father's worry and anger. But he would be far, far too late to stop what would come next.

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The first time her dress tore, Safra shrieked, thinking that the monster had cut her, too. But when she looked down, there wasn't a hint of blood running down her stomach. It was toying with her, playing with its food before it ate her. A horrified sob escaped her throat as she continued to run, not knowing where she was going, just trying to get away from the cruel monster. But then it started to speak, its voice unnatural as it taunted her, tempting her with false promises. The adrenaline rushing through her veins stopped her from processing the true meaning behind its words.

"No!" She tried to hit the creature whenever it seemingly caressed her, but the touch always disappeared as soon as it arrived. It was getting harder to run as her dress became nothing more than strips hanging from her body, her feet tripping over roots and fabric alike. But whenever she stumbled and fell, she got right back up, her breathing growing haggard from exertion.

It felt like hours since this nightmare had started, but in reality it'd only been a couple minutes. Nonetheless, Safra wouldn't be able to run for much longer. Her body was already exhausted from the long day of travel, and she began to stumble more and more, barely finding the strength to stand up. The fear of death kept her going for a bit longer, but once she ran past a thicket of bushes and found herself in a clearing, her legs gave out.

She cried out as she landed on her knees, looking up in horror. There was a giant temple in front of her, the ominous structure illuminated whenever lightning rippled across the sky. Safra whimpered, trying and failing to get back up. It was over. She was done. Tears running down her face, the poor girl just covered her eyes and waited for the killing blow, still not realizing that the creature had something else in store for her.

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When the girl finally collapsed, the incubus sensed that she had made it far enough. Far enough for its physical form to manifest and do what must be done. These rituals had their limits: how far the beast could have gone beyond the temple, among others. But she'd done precisely as he had wanted, which was to play into his clawed hands. As she fell to her knees, the demon coalesced in the flesh---not merely as an illusion or a suggestion of power, not as a supernatural effect---but as a real, tangible being, for the first time.

He looked as the illusory projection had: a beautiful-faced demon, with backward-hinged knees. Part satyr, part animal, part human. Standing nearly eight feet tall and bearing a thick thatch of pubic hair that served to frame a rather modest endowment, he looked utterly otherworldly as he took two lumbering steps and grabbed the girl's arm, dragging her back within the confines of the temple. Back and down it dragged the girl, slapping any attempts to resist him away with a throaty chuckle. Back and down, past a maze of corridors and poorly-illuminated tunnels. Back and down, until they came to a high-vaulted room that was dominated by an ornate altar. Framed by sconces filled with fey, emerald, fire, the altar was carved with symbols depicting every vile act of lust a mind could imagine.

Onto that alter the incubus lay the girl, shoved her into place. Then, unceremoniously, he reached down and stroked his length once. It immediately hardened, plumb-colored cockhead pulsing past a sheath of flesh to reveal a row of sharp-looking ribs ringing just below the head. Moving forward, the creature began to chant words of power.

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The pain that Safra had been expecting never came. Instead, a large, clawed hand grabbed her upper arm and began to drag her towards the temple, the creature's long strides quickly bringing her inside. She panicked, using enough force to try and pull herself away that she nearly dislocated her shoulder. If she were thinking clearly, she might've tried to pay attention to the twists and turns they were making, but it'd take someone with an iron will to be rational in a situation like this. It wasn't until she was brought into some ceremonial room and tossed onto an altar that she finally got a good look at what'd captured her.

A loud, piercing scream echoed across the walls as she stared at the monster. It was huge, looking like something out of those storybooks her parents read to her as a child, the ones that spoke of wicked fiends snatching up children when they were sleeping. But this wasn't a fairytale. The beast's flesh was as real as her own, and when Safra saw the inhuman member growing between its legs, she realized what its previous words had meant.

"No, no, no," she gasped, crawling backwards until she reached the opposite end of the altar. The stone was cold against her bare skin, causing goosebumps to erupt across her flesh as she whimpered in fear. Not wanting to look at the horrible, chanting thing, she moved her gaze anywhere else: the walls, the sconces, the strange symbols, the floor. However, her unusual surroundings just cemented in her mind what was about to happen. Terrified, Safra brought her knees to her chest and covered herself with her cloak as best she could, knowing she couldn't escape. She pleaded with the creature to let her go, hot tears wetting her cheeks. "Please, please don't do this! Please! I'm so sorry, I-I don't know what I did---but have mercy! Please...!"

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Begging, pleading. Neither had an effect on the monster. His inhuman eyes flicked open and shut too fast as he approached her, his phallus seeming to move out of sync with his body. Suddenly, the head turned and the tip seemed to open wider, revealing a tiny row of teeth inside the incubus' cock. A moment later and the incubus was on top of the girl. He'd moved like a panther, all liquid fury and demonic power. His hands found her wrists, pinned them against the stone as inexorably as time. And then, with that young face smiling, looking far too innocent, he began to chant.

The words game out twisted, inhuman---tearing, but the meaning somehow shivered through the air and into Safra's mind. "Into you. We make you. Into you. We give you. The seed. The spark. The vessel. Let depravity be your strength. Let the fruit of our kind be sewn through your flesh." With one knee, the creature shoved Safra's thighs apart. He didn't bother reaching down: the prehensile cock shot from between his legs and chewed the remains of her garment out of the way. Before it entered her, the massive member slid back up into view.

And began oozing pre-cum right in front of her face. A veritable fountain of off-yellow, thick white seed, it flooded down the uneven, almost animal-like shaft, coating it in lubrication. Then, swift as a bird, darted back down and forced itself between her thighs, shoving past her hymen and into her core. There was no pumping, no fucking: the tube connecting them simply began to writhe and pulse, filling the girl with corrupted essence. As it did, the bumps and ridges covering its cock began to expand, sending searing pain through the girl as the creature literally filled her with his member, sealing them shut: a demonic knot inside her, continuously flooding her with vileness.

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Safra shrieked in abject terror when the thing's penis opened up, the image before her far worse than anything she could've imagined. All sense of reason was lost as she scrambled to get up and run, but the creature was faster than her. No amount of struggling could get her out of its grip as her hands were forced above her head, pinned against the altar so tightly she could already feel the bruises forming. Screaming madly, the girl kicked and bucked her hips, using every last bit of strength she had to escape her fate. It wasn't enough.

"No! Stop! Get OFF!" The chanting words heightened her fear, insinuating that her ordeal was far from over. Her legs were pried apart far too easily, and with its weight pressed against her, she couldn't close them; her sex was completely exposed and vulnerable to whatever this demon had planned. Her face turned red as she continued to scream, and it wasn't long until the inhuman cock was back in view, releasing a putrid liquid. Safra didn't know all the mechanics of sex, but she still knew what was about to happen. "No, no, don't! Please, please---!"

Her voice caught in her throat when the cock pressed against her slit, forcing itself deep inside in a single thrust. It hurt. Safra felt like she was being split in two, and she craned her neck back as her body tried to flee from the agony, just as trapped as before. Veins popped up on her neck as she grit her teeth, her body straining to handle what was happening, but it wasn't until the cock started to expand that she screamed again. Crying out until her voice was hoarse, Safra fought until her body completely gave out, lying limp beneath the demon.

Her vision was turning dark at the edges, and she wasn't sure if succumbing to the blackness would lead to unconsciousness or death. So Safra held on, weeping as she was subjected to a horrific ritual---one whose full consequences wouldn't be felt until she was on her own again.

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The girl found no reprieve in unconsciousness. No. The thing chased her into her dreams. Nightmares flooded her unconscious mind. The incubus was with her, whispering with her, but in those dreams she became what he was: a female version, a succubus. A demonic creature out of nightmare. A creature who feasted on the desires of men, who gained unnatural power from such liaisons. And worse, as the dream progressed she found herself having sex with ever-increasingly abhorrent and unlikely partners, sucking the innocence from each of them. And as she did, the corruption she'd been impregnated with spread: men left their wives to follow her. Priests converted to dark gods, simply to court her favor. The dream culminated with her finding a young boy and doing to him precisely what was being done to her now, albeit with the boy actually having pleasure in the event.

She would become an avatar of lust, a tidal pool of desire. Like it or not, and in her nightmare of a dream she seemed to always cry on the inside, even as multiple men---often at once---spilled their seed into her, it became her. And eventually she, too, became corrupt.

The dream ended abruptly with the sound of a loud cutting sound, followed by a scream. Hours had passed, but Jasper had found her. Found her tethered to what seemed to be a deflated, or dying, creature of nightmare. Using his shovel and anger, he slaughtered the creature and pulled the spent tube from the girl's body. The older man could not help but notice that Safra's skin had taken on a new glowing sheen. That her breasts seemed somehow fuller than ever before. He could not help but feel an obscene pull to look at her sex, to see if the creature had damaged her. But he did not.

Had he looked, he would have discovered no injuries at all. And, as she slept, the curse and investiture began to work through the girl, slowly transforming her. Not into a demon, not outright. But into something far more insidious. Poor girl.

When she woke, it would be back at camp, her father's somewhat feverish eyes looking down on her as she rested on their pallet. Ironically, despite the nightmares and horrible ordeals, the energy of the incubus would have continued its work: healing her, improving her. Preparing her body for what was to come.


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It was well known among the Dire wolves that there were very dangerous creatures in their realm that wished to bring them harm---whether they were humans, elves, orcs, or trolls---someone always wanted them for something. Their lives revolved around their own deaths to these humanoid creatures. From young ages the wolves taught their pups the secrets of the outer world. They told them harrowing stories about saving other pack members from the clutches of orcs. But they also told tragedies where the pack was too late to save a wolf who had wandered too far from the pack. Ezra had heard all of this and more from his family over the years, but he was still a young wolf himself. Nearing his first mating season, he was filled with all kinds of idea, thoughts of the wonder the world could offer him, and he felt a strong sense of being in control. He wanted to prove that his skills as a fighter or hunter were both seasoned well, so he went out on his own. He left the claimed lands of the pack and wandered through the wilderness, his nose to the ground. He collected all the scents from the area. He found those that belonged to both prey and danger.

The snow was thick this time of year and some areas had not been properly protected by the cover of trees. Each step made his large frame sink into the ground. But he did not stop and he did not think for a second to turn around. He continued his way until he came to a rather odd clearing. There were a few trees, but at the end of the way, he could smell the scent of fresh rabbit blood. Curious as to why he would be smelling this, he stepped forward, his eyes shifted from right to left. Surely there would not just be a wounded rabbit hopping about. He picked up the pace and moved a little faster. Not long after he picked up speed, he heard a strange snap and soon his leg was caught right in the middle of a trap. Panic struck his form as he tried to kick himself free, which only forced the trap to cut into his leg deeper. Red blood splattered over the floors and his coat. He yipped for help, but he was too far from the pack for them to hear. He let out a mournful howl---still nobody came. he took a moment and started to smell the things around him---only then did he realize this was an orc trap. He had been told many terrible stories about these things.

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Caspian had always enjoyed traveling around. He was the type of person that wanted to see more of the world. He wondered what the world looked like and he wanted to explore all sorts of realms. Recently he had been staying in forest because it was winter and he didn't want to travel too much during those cold times, he'd rather stick to a place where he knew he could make it through the winter without have any trouble with being too cold, not finding any food, etc. He had built a little camp in a cave. It didn't seem like anything lived in there, there were no animals or such that had made their den inside of it so Caspian decided to occupy it instead. It was nice and warm inside because of the fire, he had a bunch of food, a comfy place to sleep, etc. The good thing was, the cave was more hidden away from the orcs as well, they hadn't decided to look in the cave just yet so he was safe. He didn't really want anything to do with the orcs, they were always so rough and the only thing they thought about was fighting.

The elf was just preparing some food for himself when he suddenly heard a yelp in the distance. He shot up. It was an animal, obviously it got hurt. He grabbed his bow and quiver, just to make sure he had something to defend himself with. He left the cave and looked around the snowy forest. It would be the first time that the orcs placed traps, he had almost walked into one himself recently. He followed the sounds of the animal in distress and eventually ended up with a big wolf. He widened his eyes and quickly put his bow and quiver down. "Poor wolfy..." he muttered. "Don't worry..." he said with a calm voice, slowly inching closer. "I'm going to help you okay? I'm going to get your leg out of there..." he said, making sure not to make any sudden movements. He moved carefully, until he was close enough. He grabbed a larger stick from the floor. Luckily he knew how to open the traps. He opened the trap up and replaced the paw with the stick so it wouldn't snap close again. "Okay... you should be able to move out now..." he said, hoping the wolf would at least get away from the trap.

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Ezra could have cried until his voice became lost from all the noise. He whimpered and whined, lightly tugging on his leg and hoping it would break free from the trap that had captured him. It was painful, and he could not stop the noises from slipping from his onyx lips. Suddenly, an interesting scent crossed his nose with a slight wisp of the winter breeze. It was something he had smelled before, maybe a time or two---elf. Immediately, he took a defensive stance. He bared his jaws, his jowls pulling back to show the blood-stained jagged fangs clenched against one another. His snarl was loud and menacing. The creature in question was not very big, much smaller than he, and yet Ezra felt so much fear when looking at the weapons he brought with him. He half expected the thing to grab his bow and send an arrow right through his head. He watched carefully as the male moved closer with a stick. _What the hell is he doing?_ Ezra thought to himself. He would wait to see if the other was going to harm him before lashing out.

As the trap snapped open and the pressure was off his leg, Ezra quickly skipped from the trap. He made sure not to find another as he looked to the young male with a different idea of what Elves were like. Had this been an orc to find him, he would have been a trophy---killed and taken home to share around the campfire, probably with a harrowing tale that was compiled of lies. He was wary of the one who saved him, but he had to clean the wound. He bent down and licked it, trying to get any dirt out. It stung, and some of the blood would not stop flowing. He was in trouble, that much was sure. He sat down and continued to try and help himself, but he would not be able to do it alone. Something had to apply pressure or he might as well have just stayed in the trap.

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Caspian held onto the trap until the wolf stepped out. Once he made sure the animal was free he let go. The stick got crushed and broke in two. He took a step back, looking over at the wolf. He knelt down in the snow, placing his bag down. He got out a bottle of water and a cloth. He once more approached the creature. "I'm going to help you, okay?" He said and pointed at the wound. "That needs to be covered up." He tried to explain. "It'll keep bleeding if we leave it like that... so I'm just going to clean it and cover it up." He knelt down next to the wolf and opened the bottle of water. "This might hurt..." he warned, even though he didn't even know if the wolf understood him. He poured water over the wound, making sure to wash it. Once done he put the bottle away. He then got the cloth out and wrapped it tightly around the leg so it would stop the bleeding. "Alright... there." He said, then stood up again. "Hmf... I'm sure the orcs will come back to check on this trap soon." He muttered and shook his head a little. He picked his back up again and started walking into the direction of his home. He stopped for a moment, turning back to the wolf.

"Come. I can take care of you, give you a spot to rest and I'm sure I have some food as well." He said, a smile appearing on his face. He pulled the hood of the cloak over his face. It was starting to snow again, that was good, it would cover their tracks and the orcs wouldn't be able to find him. He would be fine with taking care of the wolf. He didn't want a beautiful animal like that to get hurt. Besides he could use some company, he thought it would be nice to spend some more time together with someone or something. The wolf wasn't exactly human but Caspian still liked the company. He started walking again, moving slowly so the wolf could keep up if he did intend on following. Once he arrived at the cave, he held the door of the walled off area open. There wasn't much inside, just a comfy place to sleep, a warm fire, couple of bags, a little rack where he dried meat and stored food and all. He had all the things he needed!

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Staring at the other, Ezra was trying to contemplate what exactly was happening. No matter how many times he licked his leg, the blood was still coming. The elf spoke some sort of something that he had never heard before. How was he supposed to understand it? When he got closer to Ezra, even though he had saved him from the trap, he still snarled and bared his fangs. It was a warning to leave him be. But the elf ignored it and got closer and closer anyways. He was holding some foreign objects in his hands, but still came right into his personal space. His ears fell to the back of his head and when the water touched his wound, he yowled in pain. He thought about pulling back his leg, but something told him not to---that he needed to stay put. So he did. When the wraps came out, the elf was so close that he could have bitten off his head. Ezra was breathing heavily, the hot air exited his snout as his eyes buckled on the elf creature. Being this close, he could smell the uneasy feeling the elf had, but still he wanted to help Ezra. Was he crazy or just gutsy?

When he finished, the bleeding had completely stopped. Shocked by what had happened, Ezra tried to put his whole weight on the leg when he stood up, but immediately he pulled off of it. He contemplated going home, but if he arrived to the pack lands with this thing around his leg, he would surely be attacked. The others might think that he was a spy for humans, elves, or even worse---orcs. He knew he could not stay there, the orcs would come for their traps, hoping to take a prize home with them. The male started to leave, but then he turned to face Ezra and spoke to him in his weird language again. He looked to where he thought the orcs might come from, and then back to the elf. Picking himself up, he limped with his leg, but decided to follow the elf.

Apparently, he really didn't live too far from where Ezra had gotten himself in such a hard predicament. He followed behind at a safe distance, but once he smelled the scent of the meat, his stomach grumbled and he walked over to where it was. His nose was quickly sniffing all the scents he could take in. Opening his massive jaws, he took a bit of the meat for himself and munched it down in a matter of seconds. He could eat all this food and still be hungry, but Ezra knew this creature did not have to save him as he did. After he finished his snack, he took a place beside the fire. Laying down, he made sure he did not disrupt his leg or make it feel anymore pain.

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The elf smiled when he noticed that the wolf decided to follow him. He was glad, such a beautiful creature shouldn't be out in the wild alone after being hurt like that, it needed time to recover. He closed up the door that he made in the cave and watched how the animal ate some meat. He chuckled softly at that, he didn't mind that the other took some food, he still had some left anyway. He made his way to the fire and made sure it still had enough wood on it, before sitting down. He sat on the other side of the fire, kind of just admiring the beautiful creature. It was big, the fur looked fluffy and it was simply interesting. He had never seen anything like it before. During his traveling he had seen a lot of animals, but nothing like a wild dire wolf.

Slowly, Caspian shuffled a little closer to the other, hoping the animal understood that he didn't mean any harm. "You're safe here." he told him. He guessed the other didn't really understand what he was saying, but at least trying to come across as a calm and kind person could help. Caspian grabbed a a small pot that was on the fire, he had made a bit of soup before. He poured some into a wooden cup and had himself some food. He wasn't sure what to do now. He thought it would be better if he just let the wolf rest for now. Caspian took his cloak off, revealing the more casual outfit underneath. He took his boots off too so he was more comfortable and once he finished his soup he sat down on a small bed that he made of some leaves and fur. However the fur was from rabbits and deer, not the fur of something as beautiful as the wolf.

[User] The heat from the fire was nice. He could just feel himself getting more and more comfortable in this environment, even with the elf moving closer to him. He didn't even snarl or allow his fur to stand higher than usual. He was at peace. He even closed his eyes for a moment or two, not falling sound asleep---but a slight doze off. He laid there for a moment or two, then found himself stirring up. Ezra lifted his head and looked around the elf's den. It didn't seem too bad and the door had trapped a lot of the heat in. Ezra had to wonder how he could make something like that. But it would be hard to convince the others about what had happened, or that they should try and change their dens the best they could. Thinking of home, he allowed a small whine to escape his lips. Would they be ashamed of him? he knew that if he went home while wounded, they may turn their backs on him. Getting up from his spot, he moved over to the elf male and stood over him, looking down at his face. Standing there, he just looked over the other, sniffing him more closely as he took a few steps backwards. He made sure not to step on the elf, as he did not wish to bring him any pain from his heavy form. His tongue lapped over the top of his nose and his eyes began to trail down the form of the other as he moved backwards until he was only standing over Caspian's legs. Lowering his massive head, his nose nuzzled the crotch of the other creature, taking in the full scent as he did so. Continuing to do this again and again, he could feel himself starting to get aroused by the smells and the feelings. His red tip started to poke from his sheath.

[Assistant] Caspian was taking a quick nap. After some food and a bit of a stressful situation, the nap would help him regain his energy. He woke up to a nearing presence. He opened his eyes, only to see the wolf standing over him. He widened his eyes, watching the creature lean down. His heart skipped a bit as the jaw opened, showing the rows of fangs. Was he about to be eaten alive?! No... instead his nose was licked. He blinked a couple of times, he was confused. He let out a sigh in relief and chuckled softly, shaking his head a little, glad the wolf didn't just eat him up. He curiously observed what the other was doing. Suddenly he tensed up, feeling how the snout pushed up against his crotch. "H-hey uh---" he stuttered, sitting up a little. He placed his hand on the large head of the wolf and gently pushed him away. "That's erm... a private area..." he said, hoping the wolf would understand. He wasn't sure what was going through the other's mind. Caspian thought it would be easier if there was another way to communicate with this being, but he doubted there was. "You're not supposed to shove your snout in there." he chuckled.

[User] It didn't matter what the elf did or what he said in his weird language. His hands had attempted to stop the sniffing and pushing of things beneath his clothes, but it did not end. In fact, it only made Ezra want to do it more. But Ezra wasn't looking to stop right there. No, he wanted to smell it closer, maybe even taste it. Large golden eyes stared up at the elf as he muttered more words, but it was useless. Large teeth were exposed and grabbed the material of the trousers, pulling them down softly. He knew that there was little the elf could do to stop him, with his weapons far away and the shear power that Ezra held himself, it would be hard to fight him off. If he tried to stop Ezra, he would be more forceful than he had already. His cold wet nose moved to touch the newly exposed skin, sniffing quickly as he did to get a good sense of what elves were made of---well, males ones really. He was certain a female would not smell the same as Caspian. Opening his maw, he lolled his tongue from his mouth and gave a single lick to the male's shaft. It had an interesting taste to it, but he wanted to try it more.

[Assistant] Caspian knew better than to push the wolf away again, the last thing he wanted to do was get the creature angry. He gasped, watching how the other pulled his trousers off. At least he just pulled them off and didn't straight up rip them off... the elf had a couple of extra clothes but it wasn't exactly nice to have a pair of pants teared off. A shiver went through his body when the wet snout touched the sensitive skin of his shaft. A surprised noise rolled off his lips once the wet tongue moved over his cock. He blushed a deep red and bit his bottom lip, feeling a bit embarrassed. Luckily no one could really see what was happening in the cave. His cock twitched softly in response to the lick. Caspian hadn't really gotten much attention when it came to sexual things... which meant that tiny things such as the single lick could stir something inside of him. He gulped and slowly reached out, he was unsure about this situation. He gently pet the wolf's head, as if he encouraged him to continue.

[User] Ezra was not messing around. He wanted to smell whatever he wanted, hell he would do whatever he wanted. He was much bigger than the humanoid, and probably a lot stronger if he had to wager. It was a risk he was willing to take. Plus, it had seemed most of the weapons were far from his reach. With having the upper paw in this situation, if the male tried to shuffle for anything to bring harm to Ezra, this whole interaction would be very much worse. He gave a soft growl, warning the other not to do anything foolish. With the pants fully removed and the humanoid exposed, Ezra began licking more and more. He sniffed between licks, making his member start to slide from his sheath. It was getting bigger and bigger than before, exposing more of itself to the other.

[Assistant] The human laid underneath the wolf, not daring to make any sudden movements. He arched his back a little, a soft moan rolled off his lips when the animal started licking more and more. "M-mh..." he tilted his head to the side, his cock grew harder and harder, it twitched softly. This was wrong... but it felt so nice. He bit his bottom lip and turned his gaze back to the wolf. He laid his eyes upon the other's sheath, noticing how the cock had started to slide out. He slowly lifted his foot, rubbing it up in between the wolf's legs, grinding it against the member to make the other feel good too.


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Rejection was not something that Regina took well. Even if it wasn't anything personal or even logical, Regina still took it as more than an insult. Having managed to get ahold of a VERY powerful code that could bring the one who she felt had wronged her into a space where she'd be almighty and controlling to the one in the space. Having baited the email with the execution file in the area, all she had to do was wait and see if Hanako took the bait.

A sound that was programmed to indicate that someone went into the room soon emitted from the speakers of the laptop, the success of the trip was successful and now Hanako was in the room. She currently was in a pair of her bra and panties, white and very common. A small screen was in one corner, but one that could move to the motion of a mouse.

"Wakey wakey? Rise and shine my dear Hanako." A voice spoke as the screen near a floating movie studio-like camera that seemed to be giving a feed to the one who had control of the white-like room waited to see how things would unfold.

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Hanako Harada had currently been sitting in her office chair, browsing the internet while remaining in the seemingly safe confines of her apartment. In the past day or so, the bumbling bookworm had awkwardly gone through rejecting her spirited friend's romantic advances. It wasn't that she didn't like hanging out with Regina, but she always found that she was truly scared by her tenacity and the fact she just couldn't let go of the mountains she had made out of molehills. She'd hadn't received any messages from her since oddly.

However, the doomed damsel would soon be hoping it remained like that as she went to open an email that her popped up in her browser notifications. The poor woman was soon adorably screaming in surprise as her computer burst with a blinding light in her face before everything went dark for her. Once she finally able to open her eyes again, she preciously meeped as she was sent quickly scrambling to cover herself! "Regina? Wh-What did y-you do...? Wh-Where is th-this place...?" The terrified recluse sputtered out as she shook there in her lack of a normal sweater and pants.

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"Honestly, a bit of coding that somehow goes to the point of the 80's Tron movie in teleporting someone from reality into the virtual world. Though not sure what to call this place... Ayanee maybe?" Regina stated as she tapped her chin with a finger as she thought about a name. "Wait, why worry about a name? Basically, I have you in MY room, in a Halo deck sort to speak." She stated and with a wicked laugh and a curl of her lips into a wicked, if not sheer evil grin did she began to type feverously at the keyboard.

The room soon changed a bit, seeming to transform into a playset, warping into something akin to a bedroom that seemed like a suite at a hotel. "I can easily make this into almost anything with a few commands on her keyboard. Of course, I can also add some 'alterations' to you." She mentioned with an 'Oh-ho ho ho' filled laugh with the clicks of keys being tapped upon. Hanako soon felt her chest growing, going from whatever cup size she had to a double D-sized bust. "How do you like them melons?" Regina asked as she stuck out a tongue playfully at Harako on the screen she currently had up.

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The captive cutie continued to remain all the more worried as the wicked woman before her seemed quite nonchalant about whatever exactly she had done to her. For all the doomed damsel knew at the moment, she was stuck in an empty room somewhere where the perverse captor of hers could peep on her all she wanted in her less than modest state of dress! However, it was soon explained to be much, much worse. "Y-You trapped m-me in your com-computer...? ." The frazzled bookworm fearfully replied, suddenly noticing the fact there wasn't a door to be seen in this dimension.

An adorable meep escaped the panicking nerd's lips as she scrambled out of the way to avoid the bed materializing on top of her while the walls around her warped into something like a hotel suite if anything! "Alteratio-" The poor woman was about to repeat in terror, only to embarrassingly gasp as her rather humble a-cup chest blossom visibly bulged before her into a real set of fruit in terms of size. It was fortunate that she had been covering her bra, because the straps of it were completely destroyed in the process. "Pl-Please change me b-back and let m-me go!" Hanako futilely begged, desperately hoping nothing else changed as well.

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"Not exactly on a computer, more on a memory storage unit since a random blackout could wipe things out. I may be all-powerful where you are, but I'd rather not have you erased by accident." Regina mentioned, though while she seemed to speak it much more sympathetically, she was still pretty much just as twisted in her mentality as an obsessed maniac could be. "Oh sure, I'll let you go..." She stated but only in a sarcastic tone.

"First, strip out of your panties." Regina stated with a firm order as she spoke. She had her own plans to at least deal with her current captive, though at this point the breast increase was merely the tip of the iceberg for what she had planned.

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The poor woman only looked all the more disturbed by the fact that the simple wrecking of one physical object could immediately leave her being removed from the mortal (or in this case, digital) plane in an instant! A cute whimper soon left the doomed damsel's lips as her begging for freedom was only met with sarcastic quip, meaning her furious friend's whole deal with her pretty grudges was in full force. Hence, the bumbling beauty was trapped in a digital room with nary a door or window allow her escape.

The bashful brunette brightly blushed as she was then ordered to strip out of her panties like it was a totally normal command to make known! "N-No!" Hanako adorably protested, refusing to lose her last bit of modesty since the arm over her boosted breasts wasn't exactly doing the best job of things in that regard. Still, the control of herself and the entire space around her was vastly out of her currently very full hands...

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"Suit yourself." Regina mentioned, but typing into the keyboard at the same pace, it would be assumed she was attempting to execute a command that would strip the panties off, but as she stopped and the command was sent did a strange being materialize, a metallic-like female body that almost was mannequin-like soon appeared on the area, similar to something out of a game. "Fancy something human or would you prefer something of a fantasy type creature?" Regina asked, but did type a few commands in, as the avatar that seemed like a doll soon morphed, taking several morphs into certain female forms as if to show off what it could be, the first few humans with different skin tones and body structures, but a few seeming to be more fantasy-based, like an elven or something else.

"I suppose I could surprise you, but I feel more like a devil right now than a loving architect." She stated and soon changed the form into a red-headed female with long hair. Her outfit was indeed a dominatrix outfit as well. Black one-piece suit, along with thigh-high, stilted leather boots and a long glove coming up to her bicep. "So... willing to play along?"

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The wary woman adorably whimpered as her protests were met with less than recognition, worried that she either would lose her panties or some other change to her body would make her lose them next! However, the captive cutie soon jumped in shock as she saw a template-like female form materialize in front of her. "Wh-What's happening? I'd on-only prefer to be l-let go..." The shaking recluse sputtered out as the strange being in front of her experienced something like as if all its sliders were being messed with in a character creation section.

However, it was soon made clear to her that she should have chosen a nice elven maiden or something else compared to the choices that had formed in front of the doomed damsel. Particularly when what she got against her was a ravishing redhead in dominatrix gear! "N-No!" The panicking recluse replied as Hanako awkwardly backed away, trying to make as much distance between the evil avatar and herself as she could possibly create.

[User] Even as Hanako put a distance between the avatar and herself, it didn't seem to do much, as she soon felt herself against a wall. The avatar soon began advancing towards Hanako, hips swaying seductively and a riding crop grasp tightly on the left side. The avatar soon was but a few feet from as her crop began to slap upon the free hand as her cold eyes looked at Hanako with a devious grin spread on her face. Soon, with a swift swat of the crop did a strange light seem to stretch out and whip forth, the strike hitting the side of her waist, clipping the side of her panty on one side, another swing doing the same to the other side, easily shredding the two sides to the point it would fall down.

[Assistant] The doomed damsel continued to back away... only to fearfully gulp in terror as her lack of ways to escape was further shown as her back encountered the wall behind her! The chances she would keep her panties in the next few seconds ever diminished as the captive cutie soon noticed that the wicked woman had a riding crop as well as she menacingly approached her. "Pl-Please don't d---" The poor woman tried to beg... only to adorably yelp with each riding crop hit to her sides. The embarrassed expression across her cheeks grew ever greater as, while she could still cover her front-facing features, her vulnerable rear end was now quite exposed to the air around them.

[User] Even when Hanako covered her front side features to keep herself having certain regions exposed, she couldn't keep all the areas covered, as her rear end was now exposed. The redhead moved in closer, the whip suddenly vanishing and the hands shooting forth to firmly grasp at the wrists of the arms covering the area, yanking them away and seeming to pin them to the invisible wall that she was close to. A shackle materialized on her arms, along the area below the wrists, leaving her restrained and her arms now facing upward. "How does it feel? Being exposed like this?" Regina remarked in a snarky tone.

[Assistant] Unfortunately for the doomed damsel, the exposure of her rear end was hardly the last of the possessive things the wicked woman had in store for her. The captive cutie was soon futilely struggling about her wrists were snatched up up with strength vastly superior to her own. Before the poor woman knew it, she found them pinned above her with against an invisible surface with a degraded shackle to add insult injury with her new predicament! Hence, all the bashful bookworm could do in her position was brightly blush as her bountiful breasts were on full display. "Em-Embarrassing..." The flustered recluse sputtered out, worried as to what exactly Regina could have in mind next.

[User] "Awww, you really are a shy one, ain'tcha?" Regina said with an almost schoolgirl giggle at how the poor woman was reacting to the current predicament. "I only wish I could actually come in and have some fun... but might not have the same control." Regina admitted in a nonchalant way as she typed another command in to have the redhead avatar soon moved forth and reach a hand between Hanako's legs to rub along the inner thigh area with her gloved hands. "Oooo, how about this..." Regina mentioned once more typing rapidly on the keyboard and in a way that seemed to be almost an eerie wait as the female who was rubbing the thigh stopped and stepped back. Soon did a strange tingle and heat seem to form on Hanako's clit, as the clit not only began to protrude outward but change in shape as it did, erecting out into a circumcised penis that was at least five inches long. "Mwa ha ha ha... how THAT for embarrassing?" Regina asked rather proudly.

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The captive cutie awkwardly looked at the wicked woman in bafflement as she continued to react to her precious panic as if it were something she could simply watch like a show on her high-tech device! "Please st-stop that!" The bound beauty futilely begged as the wicked woman then typed in a command to have the ravishing redhead tauntingly stroke her bare thigh. "W-Wait... what are y-you doing?!" The flustered recluse question her cruel captor as those words that left her malicious mouth hinted at another awful thought of hers coming into action.

Regardless, another embarrassing gasp escaped the bound bookworm's lips as her sensitive nub began to tingle along with some heat in a very ''distracting'' manner! The poor woman was soon awkwardly struggling to look down in horror as her clit began blossom into embarrassing length one would usually only see in hentai or the sort. Hanako desperately wanted to block it somehow, but her hands weren't exactly in the position to do that. "Pl-Please! Change i-it back!" She pointlessly protested, feeling all the more vulnerable at the moment.

[User] "Change it back? How about we have some fun with it." Regina mentioned as the redhead soon walked up, taking the glove off of her right hand and soon wrapping the bare hand around the recently formed member, waves of pleasure shooting through Hanako as the penis was grasped. Slowly did the soft hand began to gently stroke it, moving up and down the length as she began to stroke the member to see if it did cause any pleasure for Hanako. "How does it feel? Like the way that hands is rubbing you?" Regina asked coyly as the redheaded figure continued its motions of her hand on the recently grown erection.

[Assistant] The bound beauty preciously shook her head in terror as her pointless protests were once again met simply with more quips as the ravishing redhead was then programmed to approach her once more! Regardless, the flustered futanari couldn't exactly make any further rebuttals as her mouth soon let out an embarrassing gasp upon the daring dominatrix grasped her vulnerable length with her bare hand. Not to mention, her humiliating moans continued to effectively muffle her as the aggressive avatar seemed to wasted no time in beginning to stroke it! Her legs futilely flailed about while Regina questioned her, hopelessly attempting to get the dominant drone away from her.

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The stroking still continued upon her member with the bare hand of the female drone, still remaining at the same pace that was slow, if not done in a way that was certainly teasing. Even as Hanako's legs seem to flail a bit as the drone remained standing, almost able to avoid taking a hit or even be forced away. The way Hanako was reacting to the way she was being taken was amusing to Regina, who did wish she was in the area. Typing another command upon the keyboard and sending it forth did the free hand of the drone soon move forth and trace two fingers along the womanly folds between Hanako's legs.

A sudden flash and distortion of objects seem to suddenly fluctuate as the cuffs that Hanako had suddenly released and she was free. The drone seemed like it was malfunctioning or even going into a state that was warping, all sorts of skins and attributes being a meshed mess of a mutation, the kind that almost showed a very unstable type of problem was starting to occur.


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When Henry kissed Bridget, she pressed close and held him. Even if she wasn't satisfied with their intimacy and how they interacted sexually, she still loved Henry. She'd never want to hurt him. He just wasn't the dominant alpha male master of her fantasies. That wasn't his fault. If anything, it was her fault for having inappropriate expectations. His nervousness seemed to transfer over to her and when he went in to change, taking the bottle of wine with him, she glanced around their house and more out of nervous energy than anything, she began to dust and straighten the pillows on the couch. Why did she feel this sense of impending doom?

When he came out, she raised one blonde eyebrow and almost gave a low teasing whistle. He looked good tonight, but she suppressed the moment and instead took a seat at the table as he sipped his wine. When he hit her with one of her comments, she turned pale. "I ... how did you? I deleted those," she stumbled. Then as he confronted her directly, explaining that he'd seen all of her edits and hit her with the threat of Ministry Red, she panicked. "It was some books I read. Nothing real. I can get rid of the books. I don't even know why I had these momentary fantasies. I don't want another man. I want you Henry. I was just imagining life where you could tell me to do anything and I had to obey you. I'm sorry."

Her voice practically tripped over her words as she tried to escape the mistake she had made. She didn't even fully remember what she put down in that edit, because it was never supposed to be shared. Still, some part of her got off on being confronted like this. Even as she freaked out in panic, she could feel a warmth in her body, more arousal than she ever felt normally. Her breasts felt fuller and ironically, she realized that she secretly hoped Henry might get mad and discipline her. Spank her. Force the dirty thoughts out of her mind. "You could punish me," she heard herself say. "I deserve to be punished."

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Henry struggled to gain control of his emotions. He couldn't be angry with his wife. He, too, had taken a risk in patronizing Club Valentine. If the club was raided and he was captured, both of them would feel the wrath of Ministry Red. On the whole, it was a much greater risk than having an outlawed book. Artemis' words rang in his ears. Women often strayed because their husbands were too docile. Some women needed a strong hand to keep them happy. Bridget, apparently, was one of those women.

Still, he had her on her back foot. She was afraid, desperate. And though he hated seeing her in this state, he might not get another opportunity to get the truth out of her. Keeping his expression carefully neutral, he said, "I believe you. They're just fantasies. Nothing more, right?"

He seemed to ease up, letting the tension wash away with a sigh. But it was a trick to get her to relax, to make her think she was safe, only so that he could snatch the rug out from under her. His expression hardened. Looking her in the eye, he said, "Do you touch yourself when you read these books? Be honest with me, Bridget? Do you pleasure yourself to them?"

Henry searched her face carefully for any sign of deception.

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Bridget had trouble getting over her mortification. Had she really accidentally sent her private thoughts to Henry? Or had something darker in her psyche taken over? Had she literally exposed herself to Henry, because she was tired of pretending. Wringing her hands together, she couldn't look her husband directly in the eye as he became almost comforting.

She tried to calm herself down. This was Henry. So very nice, so very sweet, he'd never be a threat. He wouldn't expose her to Ministry Red. She quickly clung to the life raft he threw her. "They were just fantasies. I mean, no one would want that, right?" She told him. But then his questioning became more pointed. She could lie, but somehow this new Henry seemed sharper, more discerning.

If she lied, it might get worse. So, slowly, her blonde head nodded. "Yes," she said very softly. "I would have these dreams and wake up touching myself. Other times, I'd be cleaning the kitchen and my mind would drift off into these fantasies. I'd find myself dazed, distracted." Her small pink tongue flicked out to moisten her lips. "You'll help me, won't you Henry? I love you and I'm sorry. I'll get rid of my books. I'll never think about these things again. I promise."

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Henry cupped her cheek, smiling tenderly at her. "Honey, I would never betray you like that. I know you love me, and I love you. I don't want you to get rid of your books. In fact, I want you to give them to me so I can read them. I want to understand you, so that I can please you."

Releasing her, he walked into the living room, motioning for her to follow him. The room was set up with two Lawson chairs facing an upholstered couch with a coffee table in between. He slid the coffee table out of the way and scooted one of the chairs closer to one end of the couch, so that only about three feet separated them.

"But you are correct, Bridget. You've misbehaved, and need to be punished." This was the new Henry. Bridget had better get used to him. "But you don't get to decide how you are punished. I decide." He gestured to the couch. "This is your punishment. You are going to take off all of your clothes. You are going to sit on the couch with your heels on the cushions and your legs spread as far as they will go, like a horny little slut, and then you are going to touch yourself. You are going to play with yourself just like you do when you read your books, and I am going to watch. You are going to start when I tell you to start, and stop when I tell you to stop, no matter how close you are."

He sat down. "Oh, and one more thing. Once you're nude I want you to pour me a glass of cognac. Then we will begin." He raised a brow at her, expecting immediate compliance.

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Bridget almost collapsed when Henry touched her cheek and said he wouldn't betray her. Stunned, she followed him listening. And as he said he wanted to read her books and that she would be punished, it was as if he'd been taken over by another person. How had Henry become her perfect man in one fell swoop?

Her perfect man loved her. He could be kind. He would reassure her. Care for her, but he was also strong and dominant and would never let his affection for her stop him from molding her into becoming the enslaved erotic toy of her dark fantasies. When he ordered her to strip nude and masturbate in front of him, her hands trembled, but she obeyed and disrobed. Sweat formed on her forehead and caused a few loose blond hairs to stick to her forehead. Her pupils looked almost dilated and her sky blue eyes shone with suppressed excitement.

Far from refusing his commands or acting like a brat and resisting, immediately went to the bar and got him a cognac. Then after handing it to him, she spread her thighs apart and began to circle her clit with her thumb. She slid a finger along her slit. Then she began to talk about her favorite book as she pleasured herself. "I'll gladly share my books with you Henry. My favorite is called ''His Latest Acquisition''. It's about a husband and wife. He's a member of a secret society that trains and sells slaves. When his wife finds out, he's afraid that she'll be upset and want a divorce. But instead, she tells him that she wants to be his sex slave. Later, he divorces her and strips her of all of her property. Then she's formally enslaved."

Bridget giggled. "She has to sign all these documents, divorce decree, property settlement, and then she has to sign a slave contract. She agrees to become owned property. She no longer sleeps in the master bedroom, she's demoted to a small room. Later, her husband remarries. She's pierced, collared, and trained as a slave. Ultimately, she's sold and lives happily ever after as a beautiful erotic toy. Her husband was shocked and sad when his wife wanted to become a slave, but he respected her choice and eventually had children with his new wife. It's both a sad and exciting story and it appeals to the masochist in me."

As she spoke about this book, Bridget grew steadily more excited, finally stopping any conversation in favor of hot little gasping moans of desire.

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Henry listened as his wife revealed her deepest, darkest fantasies under the guise of some book. Sure, there was an element of plausible deniability, but they both knew the truth: she wanted to be that slave. That saddened Henry, but not as much as he would have thought. He wanted Bridget for his wife, but that wasn't what she wanted. He didn't doubt her when she said she loved him, but she didn't love him the way he wanted her too, or the way he loved her. Still, he'd give her what she wanted, even if it broke his heart.

"Stop," he commanded, his tone gentle yet firm. He'd watched long enough. Now it was his turn. "Put your hands on your knees. Keep your legs spread."

Setting the cognac aside, he slid off the chair and knelt between her legs. This close, he could smell the intoxicating scent of her sex. The feral part of him wanted to plunge into her, but that wasn't what tonight was about. Tonight was about setting the tone for their relationship going forward. She would become an outlet for his pleasure, true. A suitable receptacle for his seed, but not yet.

Like all proper Purist women, her bikini area was unshaved. She kept her pubic hair trimmed, but it was unheard of for a woman to shave her sex. By this time tomorrow, her sex would be bald and smooth, but for now it was not. Her labia were engorged with blood, a deep, velvety red, glistening with the evidence of her arousal. She never got this wet with him before. Typically, they had to use lube. Not anymore. A bead of her juices ran down her perineum and pooled around her rosebud. _Whorishly wet,_ he thought, and smiled to himself.

Henry gently ran the tip of his index finger around the opening of her sex until it was thoroughly wet. Then, slowly, his touch featherlight, he started teasing her clit, in slow, languid circles. When that tiny nub looked painfully hard he teased it directly, bringing her to the cusp of orgasm.

He stopped, lifting his finger away from her. Noting the way she gasped, the way the tension went out of her, unspent and wasted. He started again, massaging her labia with gentle strokes, hilting his finger into her sloppy sex, teasing her clit. Slow circles. Never hurrying. Until her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, coiled like a spring, her toes splayed wide. "Do you want to cum?" he asked, as he denied her, as he pushed her to the brink.

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Bridget's true nature had previously been hidden from view. She had lived out her fantasies within her head. While lying still in their marital bed with Henry next to her–after he had gone to sleep–she had secretly touched herself, biting her lip to keep from making a sound as she gently pleasured herself. Oh, she rarely if ever climaxed, but as she fingered her soft folds, Bridget would craft elaborate fantasies of her being a sex slave, crawling to serve men, testing just how much sex she could have without wearing her eager pussy out.

As time had passed, she'd been less and less interested in the traditional missionary sex that she and Henry had, the sort of sex their puritan society approved of. Sex with a purpose, procreation. She'd secretly been taking birth control she got from a friend to keep from getting pregnant. But now it was as if Henry had stepped from one of her erotic novels as the very embodiment of her masculine, alpha male slave masters.

There was this rush of pleasure through her lower body as she touched herself. She could feel her womanly fluids seeping along her slit, moistening her thighs as she fingers herself and rocked her hips, beginning to a high pitched almost girlish moan of eager desire Before she could reach a climax, she heard Henry's voice, but so much authoritative than before tell her to stop.

Obediently, immediately, she obeyed and moved her slender hands to her knees. Her labia gaped open slightly, the pink interior of her soft folds visible, moisture glistening along the edges as she watched him with excited blue eyes. And then he touched her and as "ahh," of near shock escaped her throat. "Ummm, ummm, ummm," she moaned as he began to touch her sex, teasing her, stroking her. Her nipples felt swollen with need and her body hot. She was beginning to ache.

She desperately wanted the release of an orgasm and when he asked if she wanted to cum, her blonde head bobbed up and down. "Yes please," she said in a strained, aroused tone. "I don't know if I can hold much longer. This is so amazing. So wonderful, Henry." She knew that her fantasies were just that fantasies. She could never truly help Henry build a golden cage of slavery for her and step into it and throw away the key. He could never be the loving, but absolutely firm master who stripped away her pride, molding her into a deliciously decadent fuck doll of a girl. But for this moment, she felt truly happy for the first time in ages.

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Henry stopped, hovering his hands inches above her aching sex and looked his wife in the eye. His expression was firm and admonishing. "No. Not ''Henry'', not tonight. You say, ''May I please cum, Master''?"

Henry put emphasis on the last work, stressing its importance. His hand drifted closer to her sex. "To remind you of your place I'm going to edge you a little longer. When you're about to cum I'm going to stop. I'm going to push you as close to the edge as I can, but you are not permitted to cum. If you cum now, I will edge you for an hour every night and not let you cum until a month of nights has passed. Because of your impertinence, I'm going to edge you ten more times tonight. It's your responsibility to keep track. If you lose track, I'll start over. Ready?"

Without waiting for her consent, he started to touch her again. He spread her lips apart with his left hand so he could focus on her clit with his right. He teased her slowly, drawing it out. As worked up as she already was, it didn't take long before she was throbbing and panting, her pussy shamelessly wet. He pulled his finger back just before her orgasm broke, denying her release. He looked up at her, a question on his brow.

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An almost flirtatious smile crossed her lips. Bridget strained to open her trembling thighs even wider as her husband's hands hovered deliciously close to her moist, welcoming sex. She'd always loved her husband, but it was an abstract sort of love and sex between the two had almost been more akin to a duty than a joy for her. Maybe out of frustration, boredom, she'd long lost herself in less wholesome sexual fantasies. Now though, she found herself fascinated with her husband and in response to his demand, she said, "So I have a master now. This means, you can punish me if I'm disobedient." She arched her hips upward toward his waiting hand, but he didn't let her reach him.

Instead, Henry explained the rules of the game. How he was going to drive her to the point of madness and then stop. He'd do this ten times. At first, it was easy not to climax. In fact, it might have proven hard to climax immediately. Her body wasn't trained to be instantly responsive to sexual stimulation. She'd actually never had an orgasm during ordinary marital sex. It was only in the shower that she had learned how to bring herself to a climax using the devil's tool, her flexible shower head.

But as Henry continued, the tension between her thighs built, and she began to cry out with hot little moans of need. Finally, when she counted seven, Bridget started to beg Henry to let her climax. "Master's little slave begs, please, this little slut can't hold back any longer. It's too hard, master is too skilled with this slave's body," she begged prettily. Her face was flushed and pink and she ached with each touch from his hand.

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"That's too bad, little pet," Henry said, shaking his head. His hands were on her thighs, her sex pulsing and neglected. "I said ten, not seven." She was so sensitive now, just a touch, no more, was enough to bring her to the edge. He lightly tapped her aching clit with the pad of his index finger.

"It's your choice, Pet. I'll give you sweet release now, if that's what you want, but I am a man of my word. I promised a month of denial if you fail me, and I will deliver on that. One month of edging with no orgasms. No matter how much you beg and plead, I will show you no mercy." Bridget body quivered. Henry withdrew his finger. Eight. "It's your call, Pet."

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Bridget adored it when Henry called her ''pet''. It redefined her. She wasn't a girl who had duties and responsibilities and had social responsibilities. It changed her from a girl who had to cross her legs, smooth her skirt and use the right fork when eating into Henry's little bitch dog. If she spread her legs on the floor and touched herself, well, she might be disciplined, but Henry wouldn't be shocked. If she liked sex, Henry would just think she's a right little animal. Grinning, even as she was tormented by his clever masculine fingers, Bridget seemed more flirtatious, less tense than her normal look.

She almost seemed happy as she pursed her lips and made a little girl whine. "It's so hard Master Henry!" She told him. Thinking about her situation and talking to Henry actually helped her regain control to an extent. Her thighs spread open and she arched her hips, whining, "It feels so good." She's never reacted like this before. If anything, she'd been a very passive girl when it came to intercourse, letting him do what he wanted, but rarely expressing how she felt when he was inside her. She'd had to learn about orgasms on her own. But now Henry was teaching her new things, teaching her how a man could actually drive her to the point of madness.

"I'm trying really hard," she moaned as eight and nine passed.

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"You're so close, Pet. I'm proud of you. Just one more to go." Henry paid close attention now. His new Pet–it took conscious effort to think of her no longer as a wife–was very close to the edge. One wrong move, and she'd climax. And though he'd stick to his word even if the fault was his, it would pain him to do so.

His touch on her swollen clit was feather light, hardly a touch at all. Yet it was enough. She throbbed, maddeningly close to the edge, but managed to keep herself in check. Henry glanced up at her, a smile of approval on his face. "You've done very well, and deserve a reward." He gave her an odd look, an appraising look. "A slave's reward, yes?"

His gaze drifted to the sloppy wetness between her legs. The musky scent of her hung in the air, intoxicating him. He'd never seen her like this, so wanton and desperate. As he watched, her sex contracted, the muscles clenching and releasing with need. A rivulet of clear fluid pooled at her opening and ran down her perineum to pool at her rosebud. He'd never given that particular part of her anatomy any thought, but the things he'd learned at the club, the things he'd witnessed, had opened his eyes to new experiences.

Carefully, so as not to push her over the edge, he pressed the pad of his index finger against her slickened opening, then traced his finger downward, following the path of her juices. He ran his finger in light circles around that other, taboo opening, gathering lubricant, noting how it clenched at his touch. Then, without warning, he applied gentle yet firm pressure. There was resistance. He applied more pressure. His finger slipped inside of her, sinking to the second knuckle. He felt incredible warmth, felt her floor muscles clenching tightly around his finger, trying to squeeze him out, or so it seemed.

With his finger firmly in place, he looked up at her. "Now we are ready. Do you want to cum, Pet? If you do, you have to beg me for it. Beg, Pet. Tell me what a dirty slut you are. Tell me how badly you need to cum."

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Bridget's toes curled and she felt her thigh and stomach muscles practically cramping as she fought to resist the desperate urge to climax. She'd always found it difficult to climax when it came to sex with Henry. She'd often had to finish up after sex in the shower, using the shower head and her fingers. For the first time, Henry was the one driving her to an orgasmic frenzy. She'd grown up a three times a week church going girl, but now she wanted to scream out "Fuck!"

Her face was red with the strain of resisting and her flush went down her neck to her upper chest. She kicked her feet against the couch, and finally, she somehow managed to do it. Then Henry teased her about a ''slave's reward'', and her face twisted as her body demanded that she let it unleash the powerful tension that had built up, her vagina starting to spasm, her clit aching. The idea of being a slave, Henry's words and touch, added an additional dimension to the tormenting pleasure she felt.

Finally, she cried out, "Please Henry, please, I'm a slut, a whore, I want to do disgusting things with men, I want to suck your cock, I want to know what you taste like. Please, I'm dying." She moaned almost angrily. She was on the very edge of what she could take. Always before, she'd been so careful about how she spoke, what she said. She'd grown up in a world without profanity and a world where a woman's sexuality was carefully controlled. No dancing, no pre-marital sexual involvement, and now, she wanted to abandon her morality in favor of being and enslaved whore.

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She was so lovely when she begged, so beautiful when she needed him. The way her face flushed with color, heels digging into the couch, toes splayed. Henry watched entranced as the color sank down her neck and sternum, the way her body twisted and squirmed, poised on the tip of his finger. Then she said the most unladylike things he'd ever heard spill out of her mouth.

Freudian slip indeed. She didn't want just him. She wanted men. As in, multiple. He'd give her what she wanted, even if it broke his heart. Still, she'd said the right words. She controlled herself, kept her orgasm in check. She'd earned her reward. A slave's reward.

With the index finger of his left hand still buried deep in her rump, he spread her wet, swollen slips apart with his right, until her aching clit, engorged with blood, was exposed. Henry leaned forward, never taking his eyes off his wife, until his mouth was poised an inch over her clit. Pursing his lips, he blew.

That invisible caress was all that Bridget needed to push her over the edge. Pleasure and pain crested into a tsunami of a climax–only to shatter on the rocks of his inattention. Henry did not touch her, he merely watched. No matter how she bucked, no matter how she cried or cursed or pleaded, he did nothing but watch as her body convulsed and contracted, her rosebud clenching uselessly, almost painfully around his finger. A slave's reward.

"Oh?" he began, his tone coyly mocking as he watched her climax ruin away to nothing. "Did you think you were going to get a proper orgasm, Pet?" He shook his head mercilessly as she squirmed on the end of his finger. "No, I'm afraid not. You've been a naughty girl, doing naughty things behind my back. This is all you get, all you deserve. And don't even think about sneaking off to take care of yourself later, my lovely pet. Your orgasms belong to me now. I'll be keeping a very close eye on you from now on."


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Upstairs in her room, Selena had already tossed herself unto her bed, having slammed her door closed. Course, none of the doors had locks as their parents had deemed them inappropriate in a house with ''no secrets'' once upon a time. Now that they were all older, however, privacy could be an issue.

Angrily, Selena tugged up her skirt and shoved her soaked panties aside and started to finger herself blatantly and roughly. She was already deep in heat! "Fucking idiot... asshole... piece of shit... ghrngnng..." Selena smothered her clit, over and over, her hips starting to hump her hand. "Fucking rot... die... go to hell... hrhgnngn..." She leaned back her head and pushed her hips out and up, really playing with herself while her other hand started to slip her furry fingers into her. "G-Gahhnn... GGahhnn... asshole... mrhngn... MFfhng... d-die... hgngn... dick... ohgngn..."

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Ray watched Celine disappear almost as quick as Selena had, her tail... and hips... swaying rapidly side to side, and a soft snort of laughter escaped him. "Weird, she says," he murmured. "Yeah, no shit Sherlock." He shook his head, still trying to process everything that had just happened. His sister... step sister, his second thoughts reminded him... had actually been getting off on his spanking her. _What do you know,_ he thought, _porn was actually right after all._ Another muted bubble of laughter echoed softly in the empty hallway. His head turned, looking up and through the house in the direction of Selena's room. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully and he padded down the hallway, heading towards the stairs.

Outside Selena's room he paused, then carefully pressed his ear against it, closing his eyes to let him focus better. It took a few moments for him to able to make out the faint sounds from within, and his eyes snapped open again. _Was she..._

His hand cautiously gripped her door handle and eased it open as carefully as any safecracker had, opening the door a fraction of an inch. His sisters lust filled moans came more clearly to his ears, and the sight of her hips thrusting up towards him stirred something primal within him. Almost unconsciously he lifted his phone, pointing the camera at her and zooming in til her body filled the screen.

_Take them off. Show me everything._ The thought floated up from the dark, hidden depth as Ray watched his sister... step sister... fingering herself hard.

_Tell me all those filthy little fantasies that fill your brain. Say it. Tell me what a little slut you are._ He blinked at the intensity of the thoughts that were forming in his brain, but said nothing, watching... and recording... his sister as she brought herself closer to her orgasm. His other hand dropped down to his cock and squeezed it through his pants. _Soon... soon._

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"Stupid... fucking... asshole... HRrhng... hhahhhnnn... HAHAnn!! AHhnnn!!! GRrhnn... die... just... die... AHHAnnnn..." Mumbling to herself, Selena was caught deep in her heat, so focused on relieving herself that she failed to notice the door crack open. The doors and walls were sturdy enough to muffle a lot of sound, but even with it slightly ajar, her voice was coming in very clearly, her lustful, needful tone along with it. "GGRRHNNnnnnn... GGGHHHHRRHNNN..."

It sounded painful at some points, and she was really giving her herself a hard time. "GGahhnn... so close... sooooo... clloosee... ghhgngn... hghgngnngng..." How long had it been since she had a proper fucking? Of course not only had Ray gotten her aroused like that, he also had to remind her of how empty her pussy had been.

The fluids were jumping out of her, thick and slimy, but slippery and scented even more and more potently, to the point that even Ray could catch a glimmer of that potent smell. Her heat wasn't dying down but she felt it, Selena was getting to that point. "AHhnn... HHHHannnnn... FFfuuckk... c-come on... come on... a little... bit... morooooooeee..."

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_You want me, don't you?_ Ray watched as the vixen teased herself, inhaling a slow deep breath even he could smell her musk in the air. His teeth bared in what might, charitably, have been called a smile, but seemed more suitable to some primal predator catching sight of it's prey.

_Say it. Say the words. Tell me you want me inside of you._ His free hand slid into the waistband of his pants, easing his now very hard cock out. He began to slowly stroke the shaft, already well wet with his own pre-cum as he watched the show Selena was giving him. His nose wouldn't be able to pick up that scent drifting through the air, but hers would, adding another input to the stimuli that was fueling her fantasies.

_Tell me you want me filling that tight pussy up with my cum. Tell me what a little slut you are, that you want to be._

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She was so close and yet there was something missing. Maybe it was how she had gotten hooked on cocks, and had long since been unable to pleasure herself to completion. Course, maybe if her dildo hadn't disappeared, she could've at least simulated it... but she just didn't know where it had gone!

"GGHRHnnnn... ccooommmee... ooonnnnnn..." Then, there was a hint of some musk in the air. She couldn't really describe it but Selena sniffed in the air and got hotter still. It made her body quiver with delight, with want. It almost smelled like a male's musk... but in her heated state, she couldn't think straight. Instead, her pussy quivered harsher. With the added push, she growled out in pleasured delight. "MRhgngn... t-think... cock... deep inside... OOHnnnn... mgnn... hitting... hard... deep... OOOOHHhhnnnn..." Her tongue slid out of her maw, a bit of drool soiling her shirt.

Meanwhile, Celine had managed to calm herself down in the bathroom downstairs, lazily going up the stairs toward her room. Halfway up though, she caught a whiff of an odd odor. Sniffing in the air, she couldn't immediately tell what it was, but it was intoxicating. Slowly and stealthily crawling up the stairs, she looked around silently, gasping under her breath when she spotted her brother. And his bare erection. Comparing it to the dildo she had stolen from Selena, Celine quivered with sexual anxiety, seeing just how much bigger he was than the object! And with it exposed, she could smell it quite a bit stronger, already getting wet again between her thighs.

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There was a part of Ray that wanted to go into Selena's room, push her down on the bed, spreading her legs apart and shoving his cock deep inside that needy pussy. His second thoughts figured it was probably an even toss up between her trying to kill him for his temerity, or wrapping her legs around his waist... and possibly then killing him after they'd finished.

_Tell me you want my cock inside of you, you little slut..._ His tongue darted out to moisten his lips as he continued to film. What he had would be enough to turn the rest of the bitch pack on her in a heartbeat... well, two at most... but if he caught her saying she wanted him, her oh so publicly despised younger step brother, then she was his. She'd never be able to live that down, and her coterie would never forgive her either. She'd likely be willing to do just about anything to avoid that happening. His lips curled in a wicked grin as he considered the possibilities...

His free hand continued to pleasure himself, and he could feel himself getting damper. He eased up a little... he didn't want to make himself cum too soon, though the thought of that slick pussy wrapped around him... or her mouth, sucking him off while she glared up at him in impotent rage... _delicious._ He gave a small shiver of delight, unaware of just how much of his scent was filling the air, and the effect it was having on both his sisters.

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Both sisters sniffed at the air, taking in that rather alluring scent. Selena couldn't place it, but she could only describe it as a powerful masculine musk. It excited her even more and she got herself closer and closer as she really fingered herself hard, both inside and on her clit. Her pussy was absolutely drooling with her natural lube, the slimy but highly slippery fluids looking to be somewhat thicker than that of a human girl, and would certainly allow for easier penetration.

"FFUuuckk... FFUucckk... OOhhh fuuckkk..." The sniffs she was taken were so loud, the camera could capture it and she sat up a bit, her nostrils flaring harshly. What was that!? Who did it belong to? Due to the door only being cracked open, she couldn't see through it, nor was she in the right state of mind to think that her door wasn't fully closed. "Woohnn... hgnnn... HHHgnnnnn... MMMhhnnn... oh fuck... is... is that..." The more she smelled the more a second scent combined with the first. It was so familiar! So familiar that she had just smelled it...

Celine furiously but silently rubbed herself under her skirt, her panties super soaked by that point. Her tail wagged like crazy but she kept a low profile, only peering slightly around the corner of the stair's handrailing. Her brother smelled so good! And his cock... it looked so yummy... the girl couldn't really bring herself to explain why she was having such thoughts but she couldn't help it! She was so moist, driblets of her own fluids started to drip silently under the carpeted stairs.

"OOhhnn... OOOOOhhnnn..." Suddenly, it hit Selena! "Ray!!! OOOOHHHH MMYY GGOOODDDD!!!" Selena screamed out unable to stop herself. While her reaction was supposed to be more of horror at feeling that way about him, she had hit her orgasm right at the same time, and the pleasure of her body completely overrode her expression. Selena's body went into orgasmic overtime, squirting a bit while shaking and shifting, the muscles of her furry limbs trembling like crazy. To the camera, it looked like she had cum to his name!

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_Got you!_ Ray's smile was a feral thing, with an evil light gleaming in his eyes as he watched his sister explode in pleasure, calling his name out unmistakably, before she collapsed back into the bed in the twitching after-effects of her orgasm. Stopping his recording and pocketing the phone, Ray carefully eased the door closed again before she recovered enough to spot that little discrepancy. Patting the phone fondly, he turned and tucked his cock back into his pants before padding down the hallway to his own room... thankfully for Celine, in the opposite direction to where she was hiding on the stairs.

The phone was immediately hooked up to his computer and the incriminating video copied onto the hard drive. He took a few moments to flick though it and check the video and audio were both clear over the course of it. That done he paused, an amusing thought hitting him. He pulled up a music video and set it playing as he went to work on the files.

A few quick clicks saw three different copies of the video, quickly renamed, uploaded to his cloud storage or hidden away in an innocent sub folder on his hard drive. _Pity I didn't get some of her spanking too,_ he thought with a grin. _Still, I can see that being rectified in the not too distant future._ His eyes flicked towards an innocuous little package that sat peeking out the door of his closet where he'd hidden it. He'd been looking forwards to seeing what Amy had thought of that, but since Selena had wrecked that idea, well, odds were good she'd be volunteering to take Amy's place... with the right encouragement.