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Charna sang quietly to herself as she strutted down the crowded street at mid-day. She got a lot of odd looks; people in the city were used to strange behavior, including random music-making, but perhaps not in tune and in a language that hadn't been heard on Earth since... well, ever, more or less. The tune caught the ear, held it, refused to release it, conjuring images of vertiginous heights and the pressure of unbearable depths; of cities of glass and towers of red-hot iron. Or, maybe, they'd just never seen a six-foot-four blonde dressed the way she was, with every inch of exposed skin covered with exotic, mystic ink?

She didn't really care, either way. People would remember they had seen her, until they forgot or until she found a reason to come visit them. Just one more piece in the chaotic tapestry of a major urban center. Maybe every few years, they'd drag out the ''you remember that odd girl we saw in the Financial District'' story. ''So pretty, but that outfit!'' No harm, no foul.

Charna was in a buoyant mood: it had been a good week. First there was the bar fight she'd gotten started over which of several wanna-be tough guys would get to take her home. The answer was none, but the bar had ended up pretty well wrecked, and three of her Romeos had managed to put each other in the hospital. Then, after a couple of days of beer and blow jobs, she'd convinced an already shady financier to foreclose on a bunch of mortgages his company had bought up. Totally illegally, of course. It would take a bit, but there would be angry people, SEC investigations, lots of press coverage. His company would crash. He might even go to jail.

Today had been the climax---good choice of words---for the week, finally corrupting entirely the Dean of Students at a well-known women's college. Soon, a lot more of the student body would be on public display, and quite a bit besides Readin' Ritin' and 'Rithmatic would be being... um... inserted into the curriculum during tutoring sessions. Pity it wasn't a Catholic school, but you worked with what you had.

You see, Charna was far odder, and orders of magnitude more dangerous than her admittedly counterculture appearance would lead even the most conservative observer to believe. Charna---which was only a scrap of her ancient, ageless name, a larger piece of which was written all over her skin in blue and black ink---was a chaos demon. And damned good at her job which was, basically and unsurprisingly, finding new, exotic, and pleasurable ways to induce stupid humans to do stupid, self-destructive things. Gnawing like a rat in Victoria's Secret couture at the foundations of their so-called ''civilized'' society.

OK, she hadn't managed to convince Taylor Swift to do a home porn movie yet. But she had time---that girl was cray-cray, and always hot to go. Sooner or later, the allure of Instant Replay would kick in, probably when little Tay-Tay was starting to feel the years creep up on her. And when she took that step, Charna would be there, to be sure zillions of rabid fans got to snap up every sweaty, bouncy instant of it. Meanwhile, there were so many other fish, famous and mundane, to hook. And skin. And gut.

Hells, she loved her job! She took an abrupt left turn, making two people collide in their attempt to avoid slamming into her imposing frame. As a result of their meeting, they'd share a drink after work, get drunk and fuck like rabbits, have three kids, one of whom would not be a model citizen at all, at all. The taxi driver who slammed on his brakes to avoid plowing over her as she strode purposefully into the street would be found to not have a valid license. He'd be deported, and come back in five or six years as part of the Cartel drug trade. Meanwhile, the bus behind him rear-ended his cab, injuring, though not seriously, three standing passengers in the bus. Lawsuits. Ambulance-chasing lawyers getting more arrogant and wealthy, spending their fees on hookers and blow. Charna would be one of them, at some point. A good week, indeed.

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Clouds rolled into the area, darkening the sky with a fury. The flashes of lightning, quakes of thunder, and smell of char filled the senses of the scattering crowd. Some complained about how the weatherman didn't prepare them. Others were sure the sudden storm was a sign of end times. The source of the storm had tried to slip through without all the fanfare. It seemed someone upstairs thought her mission should be announced. Adriel wasn't of the same mind. An average height---a little short, actually---woman sat on a bench near to Charna. She wasn't there before that biggest flash of lightning. Something else that Adriel couldn't control and was currently rolling her eyes at. She meant this visit to be a discreet pop by to the only entity like Charna she allowed to work unabated. She allowed this for a few reasons. The main reason was because the others on her list were actually dangerous. She was also super into the prospect of a Taylor Swift Sex tape.

The Seraph had hidden her many wings, The colors of which dignified that she was not a benevolent visitor, and most assuredly did not say ''Be not Afraid''. Adriel usually wanted her prey in as much fear as possible. It made the kill that much sweeter. She half phased them in, letting only Charna and any other supernatural beings see them. It was only fair to let them know what had arrived in the storm. Her own tattoos winded from the back of her hands over her torso and down to her toes. From afar, it looked like Indian floral designs. On closer inspection though, they were spiderwebs with little black widows, noting her true purpose as ''God's Hand''.

"I guess I can't sneak up on you Charna." It was a strong, feminine but deep voice. She wasn't exactly one of the healing, nice angels people pray to. She stood, her dusky skin contrasting the silly white sundress that she always ended up in when first landing. Her eyes raked over the tattooed form before her. Adriel fought back a shiver and let the edge of her lips curl into a smirk. "You've been busy, I've noticed." She decided to start the conversation lightly. She would proceed to her reason when they had built rapport. Of course, after a few millennia, rapport was easy for the two of them.

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The brief rainstorm had inconvenienced her not at all; in fact, anyone who had not scrambled under cover and chose to look closely would have noticed that the Amazonian blonde was not even the slightest bit damp. And since ''sturm und drang''  was her natural element, well. She found the light show rather arousing. Such a homey smell, ozone and burning trees.

The sudden voice made her stop in her tracks, however, and turn to face the new arrival. Broad lips stretched in a sardonic smile beneath the odd mask she wore. "Adriel, dahhhhhling!," she drawled. "How long has it been?" Dramatically, she scanned the sky from horizon to horizon before looking back at the disguised Seraph. "Theater Arts class just let out? Or did one of the High Holies in Accounting finally get around to noticing the mess I've made of his Good Works ledger?" Charna plopped herself on the far end of the bench, and crossed her long legs. "You don't usually make such a grande entrance, ma cher. You've always been a bit more of the ''sword to face from a shadow'' sort, hmm?" One plucked eyebrow went skyward, and the sigils on the demon's arms shifted, writhing a bit as she drew on a tiny sliver of her power. Just to be on the safe side. Forearmed, after all, is the one who walks away with a whole skin.

"Do tell me. To what do I owe the displeasure?"

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"I fucking hate all the fanfare, you know that." She growled out, leaning back against a light pole, her eyes rolling again to punctuate her sentence. Her glare passed and she put on an equally sardonic grin. She didn't have such a delightful mask, but her face could be plenty decorated when she needed it too. Adriel turned away from the demon and gathered her thoughts. Crossing her arms under her bust, the shorter woman shook her head, causing her long black hair to wave. She sneaked out a look up that delicious, tall blond form as she turned around. But her eyes had lost that lustful gaze in time to make eye contact. The reason she was here was more important than any base desire.

"I need help." She didn't like to mince words. Deception was for demons, like the vision of sex in front of her. She hated asking for help all the same though. "You can go places I can't and I figured you'd be of a same mind as I on this mark. She wants to destroy the people you so love to toy with." The seraph was clearly on edge about the whole idea. Asking a demon for help with a demon was like asking a drunk driver to take you home from a bar. She stamped her foot to clear her mind. The Seraph's bosom shook in the bra less sundress. She cursed the fact she wasn't allowed to dress the way she wanted when she landed. At one point it had been enough for her to consider falling. She was looking at another good reason to fall now. She stamped her foot again, something that Charna would more than likely be used to at this point. But lookers on were either curious or making fun. She couldn't fall, her job was too important. Even other demons, the ones okay with the current status quo, relied on Adriel to complete her heavier tasks. This was one of those massive tasks.

"What do you say, old friend?" She asked, putting a touch of seduction into her tone. She had tried playing Charna's games before and always came short. She kept trying though, as if she would improve with practice. The Angel closed her eyes for a moment. She opened them and stared at the sun. "Ugh, Charna, I must seem desperate coming to you like this. I could have gone to one of our informants, you know." She tried to explain away the awkward situation she had created. The demon towered over her, the seraph would normally spread her wings and take up as much space as possible. Today, the Demon didn't make her feel small, yet. Besides that, there were people nearby that would get unduly freaked out. Adriel didn't want to give Charna that much pleasure.

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Charna looked---of course she did. Saw the folded arms, saw the dance of soft flesh. As she looked, she smiled. Her relationship with the Seraph had always been complex and ambiguous. They'd tried to kill each other, oh a thousand times or more. Maybe twice that. But that was just business. On a more personal level, they at worst tolerated each other, and the demon was pretty sure her opposite enjoyed their little dance as much as she herself did. Of course, it would be quite a coup for one of them to take the other down... or, well, up in the case of Adriel getting the dominant hand. And there was that night in Vegas not that long ago... and the one in Rio a century before that... Monaco... Alexandria. Neither of them spoke of it, Charna because she didn't want her playmate reassigned, and Adriel for obvious reasons. The memories, though, ahhh, they were sweet. Adriel looked lovely in chains. And nothing else...

This, though---this was different, and odd. Quite unlike the Seraph to come openly asking for help-and not even at knifepoint! What on Earth or elsewhere was going on?

"Chilly darling?," she purred, tipping her chin at Adriel's folded arms, as well as the small points showing through the thin dress. "I'd be happy to warm you up, if you don't mind the claw and bite marks. We really should take it indoors, though." Pro forma temptation checked off, she sat up, a sign of her attentiveness. Unless she was, you know, starting a war, or causing grievous bodily harm, she preferred to be supine, or kneeling, at least. Actually, she'd started one rather well-documented war on her back. Even if she'd been wearing that silly cunt Helen's face at the time...

"My whole purpose in life is to destroy them, Adriel," she said, conversationally. "Or at least, get them to destroy themselves. You know that. You've watched me at work for millennia." Her smile turned cold. "That said, I'm not fond of people hunting in my game preserve, unless they share the meat and skins. But let's do---oh, excuse me." A glance to one side, and something clanged far above. A few seconds later, part of a window-washing rig crashed to the ground, plummeting from many stories up. There didn't seem to be anyone in it---or under it---but there had to have been some purpose... "As I was saying---let's do start at the beginning, hmmm? Who is ''she'', and what is ''she'' doing? What is ''she''---angel, demon, sorceress, bug-eyed-monster? And what does she look like, and does she put out?"

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Adriel shook her head at something that Charna had said. "Destroy them in your way, to have fun with them and cause their own demise. Something I'm quite fo---you're not seeing what she wants." She cut herself off and changed the subject. Her leaning was toward falling naturally, given her angelic domain. The angel of death and destruction. Charna was, as Adriel sometimes saw it, punishing the evil, and eliminating the weak willed. Things Adriel readily subscribed too. She subscribed to them a bit too much, it was why after the bloody days of the bible, she had been reassigned. Killing rogue supernaturals who got too dangerous or demons who threatened the balance. Her abilities meant she answered to a higher power than other angels. Those who fought to push the balance in their favor. She would take them down too, if they were a big enough threat to true balance.

"She wants them all dead, in one puff of smoke, and we aren't necessarily sure what she is. That's why I need your help investigating." Adriel's low, strong voice rang out. She mused for a moment at what the mundane's around them thought of their conversation. It wasn't till she did that she noticed the two had become alone. The people around them had went about their business and left the street empty. It created an eerie feeling in Adriel but she shook it off, using this moment alone to stretch her wings. The six red, black and white wings unfolded and became real. Adriel gave a deep relaxed sigh and unfolded her arms. A grin played on her lips as she thought about the things they could get away with if they succeeded this time. The small points seemed to become more prominent. Adriel caught her self licking her lips and locked eyes with Charna, resembling a cat who ate the canary. A laugh erupted, half out of nerves and half at her strange reaction.

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"Then how do you know she's a she, Adriel, dearest?" Her flirt now was entirely habit, her brain engaged in what Adriel was telling her---and what the Seraph wasn't saying. This was a lot more than their passing ''nudge and wink'', ''live and try not to slaughter each other between carnal collisions'' detente. The murderous beauty must have had clearance, at least of a sort, from her equally humorless superiors for her to approach Charna so openly.

They couldn't have chosen better, even if she were the one to say it (and despite Adriel's boss' loathing for her). There were tougher demons around, certainly. There were some smarter. Not a few in her own line of work, sowing chaos and confusion. But there wasn't a single one, in her objective opinion, who was BOTH tougher and smarter, or who could twist even the most focused human around their various members so easily. And none had her ragingly jealous proprietary attitude towards the little mortal ant farm. To most, corruption was just a job, one with some ice side benefits. To Charna, it was Art. With nice side benefits. Most of them were also butt-ugly. Unlike her.

Idly, she ran a fingertip along the edge of Adriel's closest wing. Help? Of course she would. When the human race went to hell without even a handbasket to carry their regret in, it was going to be Charna who got the credit and reaped the rewards, not some interloper. But, being what she was, she was already thinking of ways to turn the situation to her advantage.

"I'd be happy to help you bitchsmack our out-of-towner, Adriel. You knew that before you even asked. But you'd best put these away." She tugged a bit more firmly on the wing she'd been playing with. "I can keep us from being noticed reasonably well, but if you insist on going all full-metal Angel, someone will eventually catch on. And word gets around. Several of my rivals run tabloids, now, did you know?" She stood, stretched showily, breasts straining against the crossed strap of her top. "They have great fun spinning conspiracy theories to the various alt-news networks and watching them run with it. Some people will believe any Damned thing..." And from behind her came a cry, followed by a wet thud as someone rocketed down from the same building to crash into twisted tubing of the fallen window washing scaffold.

"Finally," Charna said, peevishly, glancing behind her at the human wreckage now intermingled with the metal. "Wall Street types. You just can't trust them. Dinner, drinks? It might be best if you seem to be my young Padawan---it will sound fewer alarms than if someone notices a Seraph and a Despoiler playing Ya-Ya sisterhood. And do you know where you're staying yet? I hope they gave you a decent expense account for this gig."

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Adriel let a dark grin play across her lips, her wings folding until they were gone. "They didn't define an upper limit to the expense account this time. I was thinking of staying in the Viceroy in the hills." She drawled out, trying to sound more American than celestial. She looked to Charna for approval, while her hands reached for the Demon's bust. She couldn't stop herself any longer. She wondered how long it would be before she confessed her thoughts of falling. The only thing keeping her from it now was the amazing work she could do, and the hefty expense accounts. One of the reasons she wanted to join the fallen was in her hands. The bosom of the most delicious demon she'd ever tasted.

Adriel groaned inwardly and pulled her hands away. She would have apologized but Charna didn't care. She wished she could have kept her wings out, so Charna could continue to caress them. She understood the demon's request though. The number of wings would have given away her status. The color of them would have scared most lower demons and angels shitless. The Seraph liked her lips and stepped away. "Let's go get dug in, so we can start." She attempted to change the subject. What she meant by dug in, was something different than anything warlike. Well, when it came to Charna and Adriel, it was kind of warlike.

She turned on her heel and began to walk, shaking her firm ass for the demon. She kept her grin and hoped Charna was looking. The Seraph started toward the car she had asked be prepared for her. She climbed into the '64 model Impala. She looked over to Charna, as she started the engine. "It shouldn't be too hard to get started tomorrow, a festival is going to start."

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"I know," Charna chortled, ducking her head as she got into the car. "I'm one of the presenters." And what a festival---muggings, drug use, overeating, probable sexual assault (even if she had to foment it herself)---it was a demon carnival. Some of her ''friends'' would be working the crowd, and surely some of Adriel's as well. Maybe it would make enough of a commotion to attract whoever they were hunting. Her hand found its natural place well up on the angel's thigh as they pulled out of the parking space. The Seraph's skirt was too long, but oh well. The road to Heaven---of one sort, at least---was paved with bad intentions. Maybe they could take the time to go shopping, get her frenemy dolled up right for a romp.

Now that there was less chance of them being overheard, however, it was time to talk farm fowl. "So what are we looking for, exactly, darling?" She didn't say ''who'' because, one: Adriel had already admitted they didn't know (or weren't telling---the Intelligence services of both realms were notorious for not sharing, and then trying to seem oracular after the fact), and besides, two: any of them could, with a little effort (or a handy possession) look like pretty much anything. It was only habit and the amazing sex that made Charna default pretty regularly to her Playboy Amazon Ink Addict form. And Adriel had been a sadistic heavy metal butterfly most of the times they'd met, even if she did play ''hide the wings'' from time to time. Their opponent could look as boringly human as they themselves did not, could be a cat or a garbage can or a Congresscritter (in descending order of tolerability), or some combination of those, with simply a thought. "Is there a cult? Cults are such fun; the parties, the screams when they realize who I am... a burning bush, a pillar of smoke? Three headed-giraffe on a bicycle? What are we looking for?"

Then she thought of something else. "You know, if your wallet won't stretch to a jacuzzi room at the Viceroy, I can get us a suite at the Mercator. The General Manager is a dear friend---he admires my, ah, linguistic skills." There it was---that darling, vicious grin Adriel knew so well. "As does his wife. I can't wait to let one of them catch me with the other, some time soon. For now, though, it means I get the Presidential or the Lovebird suite comped pretty much any time I want them."

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Adriel glanced over to Charna, watching her clamber into the car. A grin played across the angel's lips as she slid into the car as well. She had a pretty good feeling that Charna was going to be associated with such a wicked endeavor. She had heard of it from a few of the angels who decided to put it upon them selves to run damage control. She knew their real goal was an excuse to enjoy the pleasures of earth. Perhaps they were intent on falling, and wanted a trial run. She envied them being able to fall without much fallout. Weak angels didn't have the same results when falling. They just fell. If Adriel fell, things would happen. She shook her head at the thought and looked across at Charna while backing out of the parking spot. "I have to get out of this dress first, To the local mall I think." She turned the music on, playing something rebellious and loud. She loved human's music, it wasn't as boring as heavens hymns and love songs. She narrowed her eyes at the mere thought of the last ''concert'' she had been talked into. The thought passed as she felt a hand on her thigh. Adriel shivered and looked over to the demon. "Oh my.." She whispered, playfully. Her tires started spinning, smoking out the area around them slightly as she slammed a foot down on the pedal. Her eyes opened wide as she felt the engine roar to life and the world started to move about them. Flying was great, but this was heaven in truth.

Adriel heard Charna's questions and clammed up a bit. She shrugged her shoulders noncommittally at first. But the last question really turned in her mind. Did Adriel have a cult? She never looked into it. That could be another perk to falling, a group of people doing all that she wished until she tired of them. She chuckled, her chest heaving slightly with the movement. The G force pinned her to the door as she took a hard turn at way too fast. A loud, erotic moan escaped her lips and she tried to swallow the following one. The car straightened out into slight traffic, and she had to weave back and forth between cars. Each slip between a tight pair of vehicles had her wiggling in her seat. She truly loved this. "Let's focus on getting to the shops for now, Darling Charna." She drawled out playfully. She slammed on the brakes, whipping around her back end and sliding backward into a parking spot at the nearby mall. She gazed over to Charna. "My wallet stretches very far this time." She was using her personal money this time. Which was an exorbitant amount, since she slipped down to buy stocks a few years ago, and the war bonds were selling quite well. She looked out the windshield at the mall and gave a low sigh. She would be surrounded by mundanes here. She would have to be careful and safe, which didn't really meet her needs or wants. At least it would distract her from having to answer Charna with specific notes about their target.

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"Well, what are you looking for, Adriel?" Charna drawled, crossing her long, long legs. The motion made the kilt-like lower part of her garment ride well up her thighs to reveal that yes, those legs went all the way up. Apparently, the ink did, as well. "Little black---emphasis on little, I trust? Leather goddess? Downtown, uptown, ''forty trying to look-Forever 21''?" She ticked off each possible style choice with a small squeeze of the Seraphs soft thigh. "Grunge, Goth, Punk, hooker, call girl, Power Pussy, Kept Cunt?" At this point, she had to be doing it on purpose, as her fingers were moving enough to actually tickle.

"Styles have changed a lot since the seventies, when we last went shopping together, you know." Of course Adriel knew that, but a demon wouldn't be a demon if she wasn't putting on an air of mocking superiority. At least Charna wouldn't. "I now where all he best shops are, darling, but you need to give me SOMETHING to work with."

Then she grinned, and moved her hand even higher up Adriel's leg. "Besides this, I mean." If she noticed that traffic had picked up and they'd almost rear-ended a cement truck, she gave no sign of it. Hells, it was probably what she'd been trying to do.


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Looking up from his ale as the hooded figure approached his table, Bann's hand dropped to the dagger buckled to his belt out of sheer reflex (in a decrepit pile of smoking refuse like Bah, one tended to develop those sorts of things) as he felt the stranger's eyes on him, only to pause with a raised brow as they tossed a rolled-up slip of parchment onto the table for him to read.

Fortunately, Bann was one of the few low-down, scarred, scruffy mercenaries in this part of town who actually knew how to read, so that saved them both some time as he unfurled the parchment and scanned the contents with a thoughtful frown on his face. "Monster hunting, eh? I guess I've done worse for less gold." he reasoned, taking one last swig of the hogwash that passed for ale in this place before hurling the tankard straight across the room at another patron---knocking him out cold as it caught him right across the face, leaving him slumped over the bar.

Bann hadn't liked the way he'd been looking at him. "Alright. You've got yourself a deal. Point me in the right direction, and you'll get your proof of kill." he said, thumbing his scarred nose and slowly cracking his knuckles. If this worked out, he might actually be able to eat a decent meal for a change!

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The hooded figure finally nodded and indicated a portion of the page before the warrior. It was a faint map showing the hunting grounds of the orc. Without a word, the mysterious benefactor turned and swiftly left the putrid tavern. Once outside, they turned and made their was down a street and to a secluded alley.

"GACK!! Horph!!" The figure slammed a feminine hand into the stonework wall and hunched over. They nearly wretched into the filthy ground due to the stench of that horrible place. Tossing their hood back, it was made clear that this was a female in disguise. Long, hair fell down their back as they mumbled, "Oh, gods... I'mma be sick. Fark's sake, I hope he finds a better bar once he gets paid. BLECH!!"

"I was gonna give yah gold!! I ain't a thief! Come b--ahh, screw it. Their loss." Down in a shaded glen strode a seven foot Amazon of a female. Tight muscles rolled beneath green flesh. The simple leather top and loincloth she did wear didn't seem to be utilized for modesty. Black, wild hair blew in the cool wind of the vale.

Erka sat among the leftovers from the travelers' camp. Seeing as how they all ran screaming at the sight of her, the orc decided it was best not to let the meal go to waste. She plucked the arrow planted firmly between her breasts that the fleeing peasants had shot, and tossed it aside casually. "What we got then..? Ooo, roast quail... some ale... BREAD? Holy heck, now we're talkin'." She began to eat, oblivious to anyone that may be headed her way on a mission.

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With map in hand and plenty of hunting experience to fall back on, Bann had soon set off on his mission, traveling into the woods towards the hunting grounds of this orc. He'd fought his fair share of monsters in his life; orcs, goblins, trolls, ogres, even a dragon once... or so he'd been told. He didn't actually remember anything that had happened that day after he'd eaten those berries... though those burns on his rear had certainly spoken for themselves!

Eventually, he'd found a trail to follow, and after quietly making his way through the brush, came upon his target. "Bigger than I was expecting..." he muttered, sizing the female orc up from his hiding place as she enjoyed the spoils of what appeared to be a raided campsite. Tall, strong, and voluptuous, he couldn't help but take note of her build through her distinctly revealing outfit, and he shook his head. It was almost a shame.

Ah well. A job was a job, and the roads would be safer with one less murderous orc around.

"I hope you're enjoying your last meal!" he called as he stepped out into the open, drawing his sword and preparing to swing as he approached. "You've raided your last camp, orc!"

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Of course Erka hadn't heard the approach of her would-be hunter. She wasn't an elf, after all. Besides, the sounds of her eating would have drowned out the march of a warhorse. It wasn't until she heard the man speak when she stopped and took note. "Why... you want some? There's plenty---aw, dang." The reveal of his sword told the orc all she needed to know.

The woman stood... and stood... and stood a little more. She was a tower of a female, easily reaching Bann's height. Eye to eye with the merc, Erka could tell there would be no diplomacy between them. She attempted a surprise attack by throwing the half-eaten meat bone at the man's face. Her thighs tensed with her lunge, quickening her reach for the drawn sword. "HAH!!"

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Missing Erka's attempts at diplomacy before his charge, Bann was instead caught off-guard by the sudden half-eaten meat bone thrown into his face, and felt his pace broken as he swiped it away with his sword; skidding to a stop even as the orc lunged in his direction. "It'll take more than that to stop-WHOOF!"

Maybe it could be chalked up to the difference in their height, maybe it could be chalked up to the way he'd swung his sword in self-defense seconds ago, or maybe it could be chalked up to simple bad luck, but whatever the reason, somehow the outstretched hand Erka might have hoped reached his sword to try and wrestle it away had instead... caught our would-be hero right in the groin, and no matter how strong one might be... that wasn't something one could just shrug off.

Feeling his knees buckle as the wind was completely knocked out of him, Bann toppled to the ground like a mighty oak tree---his sword skittering away as he hit the ground---and he found himself briefly unable to move; caught somewhere between incredible pain and numbness as he tried to blink the stars out of his eyes. "C-Cheap... shot!" he gasped, wondering if this was really how he was going to die. What an embarrassing way to go...

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Erka had accomplished her goal... in a way. She'd reached for the thick handle of a sword- and she'd gripped one. It wasn't the ''sword'' she'd meant to grab, however. The orc held tight and attempted to jerk Bann's weapon away. When he'd cried out, she realized it wasn't a steely weapon her hand was holding. The orc let go at once and stepped back. A look of apology and astonishment shone on her handsomely beautiful face. At least the sword was away and not in danger of harming either of them.

"Cheap," she responded. "You had a sword! All I had was dinner! Who's being cheap!?" She shook an accusatory finger in Bann's face. Her fighting stance eased while the warrior was down for the moment. With no intention of hurting him, Erka put her hands on her curvy hips and gave a sigh. "So what is it now? How much is the price on my head this week? Fifteen gold? Twenty? Well you ain't gettin' it." She crossed her arms like a grumpy child.

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Half-growling, half-groaning as orc actually went so far as to chastise him with a wag of her finger, Bann was a little surprised to see that that seemed to be all she planned on doing, at least so far, and looked up at her with a raised brow as she huffed and puffed with her hands on her shapely hips. "Fi-Fifty..." Ooof. Even so much as talking was rather painful at the moment. "Fifty gold, though you don't seem that surprised... I take it... I'm not the only one who came for your head...?"

Gasping a little, he managed to at least reach a sitting position, though his sword was still too far away for him to reach. "Though, if that's the way you fight..." he winced and took a few deep breaths. "...I can see why no one has been able to claim the reward for Grun the Gargantuan yet..."

If he could keep her talking, it might give him a chance to get his legs back under him, and at least he didn't have a bad view from down here. She was rather fetching for an orc.

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Erka pursed her lips at the price on her head. "Fifty? Damn. Not bad. Still not enough, but not bad." She shrugged her shapely shoulders and walked casually over to the fallen sword. "No shit. I get at least one arsehole a week looking to take me out. Never lifted a finger to even steal and they want me dead. I mean, excuse me for frickin' existing, right?" She left out the part about living away from any other orcs, which was odd considering their strong sense of family and loyalty. That combined with her proximity to a human town seemed to be enough to warrant a death... well, warrant.

"Gargantuan? I'm not that bi---" She stopped just after picking up the sword and turned to look at her enormous backside. "Oh... well I guess if you come at me from certain angles... heh.." It looked as though Erka meant to use Bann's own weapon against him, or at least to anyone that didn't know her it would. Instead, she stood over him and held out a strong hand. "Come on, get up so you can jog away with your tail between your legs like the rest."

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Talking was good. It gave Bann something to focus on besides the question of whether or not he'd ever be able to have kids someday, so he did his best to ignore the steady waves of pain radiating through his lower half even as the orc casually made her way over to his sword. "T-That so...?" he replied breathlessly, wondering if she was telling the truth about not having stolen anything to earn her bounty. That wanted poster hadn't exactly given him much to go on besides the reward, had it? "Well... life can be tough all over, huh...?"

The hunter placed one hand against the ground---maybe to give himself a way to push himself up when the time was right, maybe to get a rock or handful of dirt to throw in her face, he wasn't sure just yet---as Erka quipped over her own title, only to blink as she came closer with his sword in hand. Damn, he wasn't ready for round two just yet! What did he do now? He really didn't want to die over only fifty gold! It had to at least be worth seventy-five!

That was when she instead held out her hand, and Bann gave her a look that made his surprise rather obvious. "You'd just... let me go...?" he asked in disbelief. "What makes you think... I won't take that sword... and just try to cut your head off...?"

Maybe he was looking a gift horse in the mouth, but it wasn't every day that someone ran into an orc that wouldn't take the first opportunity to leave you dead in the road.

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Erka gave a sigh and rolled her big, green eyes. "Let you go? Was I the one that charged in during dinner with a sword?" She waved the weapon around as if it were a toy. "But hey, you got a point about the sword. How about this?" Erka was frustrated to the point of physical violence by all these arseholes trying to kill her. So this one time, she decided to act on it. But seeing as how she detested weaponry in most aspects, there was only one thing to do.

"RAUUGHH!!" The orc held the blade at the tip and the handle, then came down over her naked, muscled thigh. Astonishingly, it snapped clean in two! The girl gave a satisfied sniff and tossed the useless bits into the bushes. "Now then. Are you gonna leave me alone.." She almost ended the question there, but another glance down at the ruggedly handsome warrior gave her ideas. "Or... are you just gonna try to wrestle me into submission..?" She crouched down, putting her hands on her knees in a sort of fighting stance. Her body swayed back and forth, making her immense chest follow suit. She grinned at the man, staring into his eyes dominantly---daring him to take her on.

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"...damn cheap swords."

Reminding himself to never buy a sword from the back of a horse-drawn carriage ever again, Bann couldn't help but be at least a little impressed over Erka's feat of physical strength---not to mention the chance it had given him to get a good view of her muscular thigh---and met her gaze with a raised brow as she offered him a daring alternative to continue their fight. "Hmph. Cocky, aren't you...?" he retorted, getting the feeling that now she was just using her advantage to try and tease him. After all, who would be crazy enough to try and wrestle an orc with their bare hands?

"HAAAH!"

Pushing off the dirt from his crouched position with all his might, Bann cannonballed into the alluringly swaying wall of toned, feminine muscle standing before him, and wrapped his strong arms around her torso, pressing his face into her heaving bosom as he began attempting to lift the orc woman and powerslam her onto the ground by going over the shoulder, landing directly on top of her in the hopes of pinning her down. "Still feeling so confident?" he grunted, pressing himself onto her as he tried to hold onto her wrists.

...well, maybe he was crazy enough to try and wrestle an orc with his bare hands.

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"It's not being cocky when you know how good you AUGHR!" Erka groaned loudly when her body was knocked silly. She had effectively lost every ounce of threat she'd built in that one moment. The orc had been taken off guard---and soundly so! She cursed herself while falling back, becoming pinned by the smaller, yet very powerful man. But maybe there was a way to salvage that horrible opening hold.

"Confident as ever, baby," Erka smugly grunted up at the warrior. Her long legs shot out and around Bann's midsection like a bear trap, She shifted her weight beneath him, sending both combatants over. Now atop him, Erka pulled back her hips. "Too bad that big manhood of yours had to be injured---" She chuckled before forcing her lower body down on Bann's groin. Her intention was to strike that same weak spot as before. Given their positions however, she may have made her situation quite a bit worse...

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"Does that mouth of yours ever stop-ooof!" Bann grunted, his attempt at banter cut off as Erka wrapped her incredibly strong legs around his midsection without enough force to hold him fast. In any other situation, such shapely legs tightly pressing into him from such a position would have been quite exhilarating---honestly, there was a part of him that still found it exhilarating even in the rush of battle---but the way that she flipped them over made it difficult to put much thought into that, and he was soon staring up at her once it was his turn to be pinned.

"And whose fault is that?" he groaned as she taunted him, eyes widening slightly as he realized too late what she was about to do and tensing as she began to drop her lower body down onto his groin. This was a very different method of contact though, and given their positioning... not to mention the underlying attraction he felt to such a shapely, voluptuous creature... the way her hips landed sent a powerful shiver through his entire body; his building erection pressing directly between her legs.

"I wouldn't call that... injuring---!"

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Erka's eyes widened in shock upon the immediate realization that she'd made the wrong move... on so many levels. The orc sat there, straddling Bann with her arms pinning his. Her groin was naked for all intents and purposes, since the meager loincloth she wore only covered the front of her. She stared at the warrior, whose face was mere inches from hers. "Oh... oh, god..."

Despite her hushed curse, the girl began reflexively grinding down on her would-be attacker. She could feel his thick, hard rod through his thin pants fabric pressing up against her womanhood. Every fiber of her being was jerking her back and forth between telling her to run and demanding she rips this guy's clothes off and begging to be used like a common alley whore.

"I think... er... I think we'll call this a draw..?" Erka gave a pathetic half smile, shrugging as if she wasn't brazenly humping this man into the ground. "Uuuhhrr," she grunted in need. The woman hadn't been properly fucked since leaving her tribe- not that she was properly fucked their, either. Those idiots could barely string together a sentence, much less know how to please a woman.

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Being straddled by an attractive female orc wasn't something Bann had been expecting to happen today, but life was just full of surprises, and at the very least, Erka seemed just as caught off-guard by this little development as he was, leaving him somewhere between the idea of resisting and playing along as his supposed-prey began to forcefully grind herself against the erection in his pants---the thin fabric of his pants and the revealing nature of her loincloth leaving very little to the imagination.

"A... A truce... may not be... the worst idea..." he said begrudgingly as Erka sheepishly grinned down at him---their faces inches apart and only seeming closer and closer with each passing second. He couldn't exactly do much with his arms pinned down, even if the idea of getting far more handsy than he already had was becoming much more appealing, but he could still move his hips, and it wouldn't be long before he was roughly grinding them beneath her; his large cock pressing against her within her loincloth.

Damn, how long had it been since he'd had a good lay? Maybe they could find something else to do besides wrestle in the dirt for awhile?

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"UHNNNNHHH!" Erka's eyes may have crossed for a split second. She couldn't tell. All she knew was that the feel of a big, hard dick suddenly jabbing up into her sensitive pussy made her see stars. She trembled a moment, then finally nodded to her attacker. "Y-yeah... a t-truce.." Again grinding down on him, the orc leaned the last inch or so into Bann's unshaven, rugged face. She locked her lips on his, sucking his tongue into her mouth immediately.

Erka wasn't usually one to be so forward. Sex wasn't even really something she looked for back home. But that had changed. Her maturing age and lack of any real companionship made her almost desperate when she began to feel herself coming around. It probably didn't hurt things that she had no other comparison in being intimate than a bunch of big, fat, unwashed orc men. Already Bann seemed like a smooth romantic to the girl. And he tasted amazing! What wonders there were when a man actually picked food out of his teeth and regularly did anything at all in the realm of dental hygiene! Erka couldn't help herself. She slid her hands down Bann's arms and over his hard chest, then to his face. She cradled his head, making out with him while her body gyrated and squirmed atop his masculine form. If this was what going into heat was like... she never wanted out of it again.

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Bann couldn't say he'd ever kissed an orc until now, but with the way that Erka practically attacked him with a heated lip-lock after she leaned in to continue their little impromptu truce, he almost found himself wishing he'd given it a try sooner. Groaning against her lips as the way she continued grinding down against his erection, he wasted little time in beginning to wrestle with her tongue as the surprisingly passionate monster girl ran her hands along his strong body, and made to do the same; sliding his hands up her curves to her back before working to undo her top to expose her large, green breasts.

Tossing that piece of leather aside with little care for where it wound up, Bann quickly began to grope and fondle her heavy bosom, more than a little surprised to find just how soft and plush they were against his palms, considering the oft-unpleasant reputation of her race, and teasingly pinched her nipples between his fingers and thumbs as their kisses continued to consume them. It wouldn't be long before his eager hands back down to her hips to remove her loincloth as well though, leaving even less between them as he forcibly pulled her down that much harder onto his erection as their hips worked; squeezing her ass all the while.


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Jayce Williams was just returning home from his day at the office. It was an ordinary Friday for seemingly everyone in his office. Jayce owned a small investment firm in the heart of a large metropolitan area---and that made him a very wealthy man. A typical Friday for him was relaxing in his office, watching his analysts do their work and letting everyone go a bit early to keep the morale high. He wasn't particularly greedy, he knew what he had and what he wanted... within reason.

Today, he wanted to change that up. He had always been a very grounded man, knowing what existed and what didn't, and how to get those things. However, he had heard a peculiar rumor about a book, something about ''summoning a beautiful woman from another dimension''. It all sounded like junk to him, but something about the book just pulled him in. It sounded to good to be true. He knew how to pick up women, but this, the lack of details, the mysteriousness about it... he wanted to try. He had purchased the book on Tuesday after work from a used book store in the city, and by Thursday he had the preparations---tonight he'd try this surely useless ritual.

He was 35 years old, still youthful in appearance. He managed to keep a regular schedule at his home gym, and it showed in his physique. As he entered his home, he removed his blazer and loosened his tie, draping the blazer over a chair as he made his way to his bedroom. What better time than now, if something was going to happen it would spice up the evening. He pulled out the book and read the list one more time, pulling out the small list of ingredients. and beginning to mix them and water in a bowl. He began to utter the strange phrase written in the book, and shortly after the water began to bubble until a bright light flashed.

When his eyes adjusted after sudden light, what stood before him was definitely more than he had expected.

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The words he spoke, the ingredients he mixed... they reached out, created a bridge, connecting to another realm that existed just outside of the mortal one. It was not a spell for any particular being. On the other side... it simply became a beacon, a door. It could have gone ignored, and the spell would have failed. But as luck and chance would have it, somebody answered...

First off, there was really no such thing as age, or time in the realm of demons... at least not as morals understood it. But in all relative terms Selene was young---young and naive. She had never before been to the mortal realms. She had glimpsed it, in snatches and moments. Human lusts sometimes gave her an opening to peer into their realm, to watch them. She had seen couplings, tasted their pleasure... but until this moment she had never had a chance to see the world beyond for herself, and she knew very little about it. Except at that moment, as she was wandering in the shadows, there was suddenly a shining door in front of her. She knew it was a bridge, that somebody had summoned it. She hesitated a moment... then she reached out. The moment she touched the door there was a flash and she was teleported.

Suddenly the man would find a woman standing before him. Her skin was a violet purple hue, her curves, her breasts, her body sinfully divine. Young, tight, smooth and soft, barely looking like she was more than her young twenties in human years. A tail hung down her back end, curling against her calf, thin like a whip, and two curing horns poked from her black hair... she was clearly not human, not anything like he'd ever seen.

She blinked as the light faded, turning her head as she absorbed her surroundings, a pristine modern bedroom, a city outside the windows... and a man standing before her, looking quiet stunned.She knew now what had happened and gave sultry little smile to him. "Congratulations... you've successfully summoned yourself a succubus. You may call me Selene." She purred. Hips swaying, she strode towards him, her eyes heated. She reached the man, and her hand caressed up his abdomen, over his chest, as she gazed into his eyes. She'd always wanted to experience this moment, to touch a human, to feel them, to feed from pleasure of her own making. This was going to be a fun night.

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Jayce knew something had happened when the concoction ''went off'', but exactly what he didn't know... until he saw the very attractive woman standing before him. Her skin, figure, assets... she was the embodiment of the perfect woman. He caught a glimpse of the tail stemming from behind her and horns atop her head, and immediately knew he had indeed summoned something. A succubus. She was quick to help him confirm what he thought, even giving him her name.

"Selene..." He repeated, watching her moving towards them. If this was someone telling him about this situation, he would have immediately thought they were lying... but this was he himself. As she reached out and touched his abdomen, it was clear this was all very real. He let out a low, bated breath as his gaze went to meet hers, and he felt himself push back against her. "You're gorgeous, Selene." He said, getting a bit of a grip on the surreal experience.

He had read about succubi in books before, but always took it as fiction and impossible. But here one was, in the flesh, and he was her ''target''. His own hand reached out and slid behind her, gripping her firm behind. "Mmmh..." He exclaimed as he felt her smooth skin, it felt perfect. She was the perfect object of his desire, and it was clear he was enamored by her presence when a tent quickly formed in his slacks, pushing against her stomach.

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Oh, Selene wasn't like her... true name, the one demons would speak. But it was a name she liked and decided to use in that moment. She knew the power of true names. Even she knew enough not to give one when summoned. Being summoned 101 rules and all that.

"Mmmn why thank you." She purred, giving a sultry smile as he called her gorgeous. Her eyes were somewhere between a gold and a red hue, seeming full of mischievous curiosity as she caressed him lightly through his shirt. She wasn't an intimidating figure. One would not expect danger of her. Some succubi were gorgeous but in an intense way that would make men fall in fear before them. They could twist and break men to their will, and make them love it. But those succubi were fierce and experienced, they had drained many many men in their time walking the various planes or reality. Selene though---well there was a definite youthfulness about her expression, as if she had more in common with the stories of playful forest nymphs than of dark and dangerous demons.

The man before her reached out, grabbing hold of her pert little ass without hesitation. She giggled. "Oh my, like what you see mm?" Her tail flicked, part of it brushing on his hand, as her gaze ran down his body, taking in the sight of his growing erection. She licked her lips---her tongue slightly longer than human, and her hands ran down over him. Over his belly, down his hips. "Would you... like to have some fun with me? I can show you a very, very good time." She caressed along the hem of his pants, teasing her soft hands all around the growing tent, while intentionally leaving it untouched. See how much she could rile him up... tease him, play with him... oh it'd be fun.

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Jayce was starting to feel intoxicated from her scent---whether that was his reaction to the events or an actual effect from her, he wasn't sure. Her hand tracing the outside of his slacks caused him to moan. "Mmm, I'd love to have some fun with you, Selene." He said with a smile, his hand on her ass going a bit lower after the coaxing from her tail, a finger beginning to tease her asshole. He wanted to see how she would respond to that.

He had always read succubi preferred to be in charge. He wanted to learn if that was true. His other hand went up to tease her perfectly sized and shaped breast, his index finger and thumb gripping her nipple and giving it a small pinch. "Why don't you go ahead and take it out, Selene? Show me what you want to do with me." He had gotten a sense of hesitation from her voice---what if she was all talk and no show?

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The first sign that maybe this succubus really was all bark and no bite... was the moment his hand grazed down her ass a bit lower, and one of his fingers teased in against her asshole. Her back straightened a bit, her body shying away from the digit. "Oh---er---hehe adventurous mm?" She tried to play it off with a bit of a giggle and a smile, but meanwhile her mind was scrambling a bit to adapt and keep her suave coolness she was striving for. She had... played with other succubi on occasion. Practice, learning her way around bodies and pleasure. She'd watched humans on occasion---but anal was, well, unfamiliar and unexplored territory to her. Humans could get up to some wild things, though, she was well aware.

She was sure that she could control things, though, keep his interests where she wanted them. It'd be fine. She just had to be more aggressive.

Right as she was thinking she needed to take charge a bit better his other hand slid up her body, over her breast---where suddenly thumb and index finger came together to a point, gripping and giving her nipple a sharp little pinch. An immediate gasp, a small jerk of her body. Her tail snapped at her side---and her face flushed, a red heat sparking in her eyes. She had... liked that. Liked the surprise of it, liked the sharp prick of pain... liked the dominance of him.

She pulled in a slightly quivery breath, blinking as she tried to get back to her original demeanor. "Oh---oh yes... mmm of course, I'm going to make you beg for more." She growled, smirking again---it all felt so... rehearsed, so... forced. It wasn't her true nature. But she did know the steps, even if she seemed slightly off in her dance of it.

A moment later and her hands left his hips, caressed in closer to the center of his pants, where she undid the button and zipper. She pushed aside the fabric and then pushed both pants and boxers down out of the way, before grasping his girth that had sprung free. She gave another sultry little grin, her hands caressing and groping his rod. Then a hand of hers reached up to his chest and tried to push him back towards his bed. "Why don't you lay down and I'll show you?" She offered.

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Jayce was enjoying her reactions, they were definitely something he hadn't expected from the ''experienced'' stereotype of a succubus. Perhaps she was an inexperienced succubus! He rolled his index finger and thumb a bit, pulling on her perky nipple as he watched her face heat up. Instead of having her take over, he was feeling like he had just found a fun play thing. His own little special toy!

"Will it be me or you begging for more after tonight, Selene?" He said with a slight gasp. Her voice was great, her noises and expressions at his touch were making him want more---which she quickly gave. As his boxers and slacks hit the floor, the chilled air of the room hit his warm length, causing him to release a moan as she took it in her hand. This caused him to push his finger he had been teasing her other hole with inside, giving her ass a little squeeze as he did so.

"That sounds amazing, but..." He said, cutting off his sentence before he turned her a bit, pushing her back onto his bed. "I'm usually the one on top here. You'll have to fight for it if you want to be dominant." He said in a teasing tone. She would land on her stomach with the way he pushed her, and with a quick movement he was up behind her, his cock pushed between her thighs, spreading her lips slightly. He gave a slow motion forward, his head slipping right past her clit. "Mmmh..." He breathed, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

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Her face flushed even more hotly, a mix from the continued teasing upon her nipple and the words he had turned back upon her. This was all wrong. She... succubi didn't beg for pleasure. They gave and took, they demanded pleasure! She thought she was getting the upper hand back, when she stripped off his pants and took hold of his cock---but then he surprised her, and with a groan of enjoyment he curled his other hand more tightly against her ass, cupping and gripping the soft supple flesh---and with a startled little gasp and widened eyes she found his finger sinking in her back door, right under her tail, wriggling up inside its warm tightness. Her tail twitched up high, and the nerves at the base of her tail sang, making her tremble lightly and pant, clearly even aroused by a finger in her ass.

She shook her head, fighting to ignore it---which is when he took even more of the upper hand, suddenly spinning her around and pushing her towards the bed. "F-fight for it?" She sputtered in disbelief. This wasn't at all what she'd expected as she bounced onto the bed on her belly, her breasts jiggling and her tail up in the air. She moved her hands to get them under her and push herself up---but right as she lifted off the bed he was on top of her, his larger body trapping her to the mattress, pinning her under him. And she felt his cock push up between her legs, grinding up against her pussy and folds, the tip of him teasing over her erect little clit. She moaned, shivering in arousal as her ass rubbed on his abs and lower belly. Oh this was hot. She... liked him in control. She... kind of wanted to see what he would do to her. She wanted to give in.

But she shouldn't! She wasn't supposed to! But---she squirmed and murmured sounds of half protest---and found she couldn't get even twisted around beneath him. "Y-you're not at all like they said humans were. I don't understand. W-what do you want to do with me?" She asked, her voice wavering as her cocky suaveness had utterly shattered and fallen apart.

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Jayce was certain a truly experience woman, especially one with the talents he had read about succubi in the past would have been able to bend him around his finger. But with Selene... he had been with women just like her before. He enjoyed toying with them and making them his. With Selene, however, she didn't have a place in this world. What if he made her want to stay?

He held her down, feeling her tail sliding up his chest as her ass rested on him. "Surprised, hmm?" he teased, grinding against her again. "Mmm, don't get me wrong, I want us to both feel good. I just want to see what it takes to tame you." He pulled back slightly, pushing his tip against her entrance. Everything was already so wet, so slick... he loved it. He pressed teasingly against her, just prodding her hole.

"I know you're supposed to want pleasure, and usually men just give it to you. But... I want you to beg for it." He smirked, pulling himself back, loosening the pressure of his tip against her. One of his hands that was holding himself up went around her, groping her breast from behind.

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"Tame me?!" She sputtered in alarm, turning her head to look over her shoulder at him---groaning and trembling as he kept grinding up against her with his hard erection, teasing her and distracting her into a heated, aroused state as she squirmed beneath him. As a succubi she was more sensitive than a human woman, had a much higher libido. She was a naturally sexual creature... she just had none of the real experience with a human to have dominated a man like him. And now she was in over her head, she was the one getting dominated and twisted up in his teasing attention. The tables were completely flipped.

But she could be stubborn when she wanted to be. And she didn't like the idea of him taming her! As her rubbed up against her hole she bit her lip, refusing to lean back into it. And when he told her he wanted her to beg---well she blushed and she made a small eager sound, squirming a little as he moved his cock back. Her body yearned. It ached to feel him push up against her again---but stubbornly she bit her tongue and refused to speak. He reached under her, groping her breast, and she shook her head again, fighting the rising desire for him. "I am... not some pet... to be tamed." She stubbornly growled out to him. But... he had summoned her, and she would have offered herself to him. It seemed... really... she might be just that. And... she had actually quite enjoyed his aggressive attention---she just wasn't ready to admit it quite yet. She panted, shaking, and stayed trapped under him, getting more and more worked up as he played with her.

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Jayce was tempted to thrust inside and take her by surprise, but he wanted to tease her. She was giving him some resistance already, feeling like she was above his control. "Oh really? Your body seems to be telling me otherwise, Selene." He said, lifting her light body up and pushing his length between her thighs once again. He leaned in and gave the succubus a nibble on her ear. "You seem inexperienced. If you become my personal toy... I'll show you all sorts of ways humans like to have fun." He thrust his cock between her legs once more.

"I can keep this up all night. If you want me to fuck you senseless, just say the word." He kissed her neck, giving her a small love bite by suckling the soft flesh. He also continued to play with her breast, tweaking her nipple as he ground against her. His pre-cum mixed with her slick fluid against her thighs, a wet noise filling the room as he toyed with her. Would she give in? "You want my cum, don't you, Selene?" He breathed into her ear.

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He sounded so certain he had her... so amused at her attempts to resist. Her violet cheeks flushed pink as he remarked on her responsiveness and a light frown touched her lips. "I don't care what my body says, I can ignore it." She stubbornly tells him, gasping a little as he easily lifted her up and slid his cock under her again to grind against her. Clit throbbing she trembled. Why was she resisting? Fuck he felt so good. She wanted him in her, wanted to ride him. She bit her lip, her sex dripping and weeping to be filled.

Everything he said, everything he offered... she wanted it. The idea of him treating her as a toy... training and teaching her... she groaned and rocked her hips, grinding on his cock a little as she just couldn't help herself---he was nibbling on her throat, whispering further words of temptation, making it all that much hotter. She nearly begged right then. It all was so tempting. By now her sex was drenched, his grinding on her sounded wet, and her mind was swimming in how much she just wanted to feel his dick bury in her.

Her resolve and resistance was shit. Really, it was. And it was silly. They both wanted it. Only pride and stubbornness had stopped her, but nevermind, she wanted that dick.

Finally he asked---and she just nodded, groaning and grinding herself on his cock once more, her body arching to push her breasts into his hands. "Yes... fuck... yes I want it all. I want you in me, I want you to fuck me silly, show me human fun. Break me, I want it." Her breathless words just spilled out, begging and groaning as she ground herself on his dick and could barely think past how much she just wanted it. She was a complete goner to him, to finally discovering that she was a submissive succubi.

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Jayce knew she wouldn't be able to hold up too much longer, given all of the cute noises and reactions her body was betraying to his touch. He pressed himself between her legs again, the slickness clinging to his shaft as he let out a soft moan next to her ear. Moments later, she was asking him to break her. "Mmm, that's what I wanted to hear." He whispered, feeling her starting to grind back against him. He pulled his body back from hers for a moment before he roughly pushed her down on the bed next to them, this time so she landed on her back. He pushed up between her legs, spreading them to either side of him as he pressed his tip against her entrance like he had done earlier.

This time, he pushed into her, her lips opening for his thickness to enter her. He was excruciatingly slow as he entered her, one of his hands going up her body and wrapping around her neck. He squeezed the soft flesh, pushing himself into her, deeper. She was tight, but with how wet she was, he was able to move easily. Soon his entire length was nestled inside of her. He kept his grip around her throat as he pulled out, thrusting back into her with force.

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She gasped, finding herself being suddenly pushed over, back onto the bed where she was left blinking up at him as he leaned over her. Her gaze flicked down, taking in the sight of his hard erection and she licked her lips, her eyes smoldering and practically glittering red with how turned on and eager she was for him. Her splayed open thighs showed off her glistening wet folds---succubi didn't have any hair down there after all, so she was completely slick with wetness.

He wasted no time in moving himself between her thighs. She felt the kiss of his tip against her and she started to sit up, intending to touch him, to lean closer to him---she just knew she wanted to be a participant in this---but his hand had reached her throat at that very moment, reached her throat and closed over it, pinning her down to the bed as he began to sink himself in her. She groaned, her eyes fluttering back, as she was made to just take it as he fed her inch by inch, pushing that thick girth inside her wet, eager, gripping channel. Her hips arched up into the thrust, her heels digging lightly against the mattress as her hands fisted in the blankets. She felt him stretching her, filling her. Hot, tight, wet. Fuck it was good. And his hand, so strong and firm on her throat... it made her heart race, her body feel even more heated and needy as she couldn't do anything but feel the power and strength of him claiming her. It was a little hard to breath, just a touch, just enough to make her thoughts trip and race a little, to make her feel more frantic as her arousal sang. He was in her, so deep, so very deep. She panted, flushing as she felt his hips nestle against her thighs and his tip touching the very depth of her sex---when he drew back, it was slow too, torturous. Small noises, eager noises---then a cry, an almost yelp, as her body jerked---as he'd just slammed back in.

Hips slapped wetly. Her body quivered and writhed, she groaned, half strained noises as he kept the pressure on her throat. This was insane, how hot it was, how much she wanted it.

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She was fitting Jayce's cock like a glove as he fucked the succubus. "Fuck..!" He exclaimed, tightening the grip around her neck he sped up his hip movements, his length slamming into her with each thrust. The bed was creaking and slid back across the carpet a bit as he forcefully took Selene. Her expressions and actions, moans, gripping the sheets... they were everything he needed to know he was making her feel good. His shaft was filling her tight pussy, spreading her and causing her juices to spill out on to his sheets.

It wasn't very long until he was reaching his peak. His grip loosened around her neck as his movements slowed, becoming more meaningful and powerful. "Selene, I'm going to fill you up. You're going to take all of my cum." he said, moving his hand off of her neck to her chin, tilting her head down and forcing him to look at him. His blue eyes met her hot, red hues as he thrust into her a final time before he released inside of her.

His cumshot was powerful, his cock pulsing as glob after glob of hot, sticky semen began to fill the sexy demoness. "Mmm, fuck... feel it, Selene?" He said, giving his hip jolt forward, coaxing the rest of his cum into her tight hole.

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Selene had watched humans fucking like this, seen the act before. But... it was nothing compared to the raw intensity and passion, the visceral sensations of it as his hand squeezed even tighter on her and his hips sped up. His cock was hammering at her, wet slaps filling the air as he pounded her. Her cries and moans were getting choked off---her eyes fluttering and rolling back, glowing with a red wild tint. Fuck this was good. Surging, swelling... sensation was building in her, deep in her belly. Her hands twisted in the sheets as her hips strained up, taking his cock with eagerness. It felt like the room was spinning, there was an urgent intensity, air short of breath, mind spinning, all of it feeling like it was coming to some intense point-

She didn't even outlast him, giving a choked off urgent cry as she convulsed on his cock, her pussy fisting and clenching. His hand loosened as she moaned, and she felt him thrusting slower, but harder, as she moaned and arched, her sex clenching and powerfully squeezing. She felt his hand on her chin, blinking in an almost daze as he made her look into his eyes. "Mmnn, give it to me." She groaned, arching her hips into him as he thrust a final time and came in her. Her pussy clenched, squeezed, milked him before she groaned and sank down into the bed, her limbs going limp as she laid under him panting and lightly shaking, slightly reeling in the wake of their orgasms.

Her skin was flushed, her eyes simmering. "Mnnn... oh---mnhm... yes... oh it feels so warm, so good." She murmured, panting softly, quivering and groaning lightly as he gave another jolt forward. She... damn she still felt horny, even now, even after she came. She was, after all, a succubus. One orgasm would not sate her. Her race was near insatiable. Her eyes still glittered with desire, even as she was still calming down from the first climax.

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The succubus had done a fitting job for sure, just what he had expected, albeit being able to dominate her filled him with a different sense of pleasure. Her noises as he moved in and out of her, eventually watching her as she reached her first climax... it was amazing.

All of the different stimulation pushed him to his own climax and he had given her his first load. He felt the warm feeling of his cum filling her up, and soon he pulled out, letting the white fluid drip out of her and onto the bed. "Mmm, look at all of it." he said with a smirk, watching it dribble out of her.

He crawled onto the bed next to her, placing his length next to her face. "Go ahead. Lick me clean." He said in a sure tone---she would do as he said. "And keep my cum inside. Plug yourself up with your fingers." He definitely had plans for Selene.

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Selene flushed, feeling her sex still clenching, still lightly spasming in lingering aftershocks, and felt the cum being lightly pushed out of her to drip down her thighs. She pushed herself up onto an elbow---or started to, before noticing him crawling up to her face, his cock hanging between his legs and glistening with wetness.

When he gave he his instructions, Selene flushed softly. It was definitely not the normal place of things---for the succubus to do as the human commanded... but she already was feeling like he knew more, like he would be the one to show her things. She wanted to do what he instructed, to see where things would lead. So hesitantly, she wrapped her lips around his wet cock, sucking off some of the juices, before licking and lapping at the rest---meanwhile her hand moved in between her folds, and she curled a pair of fingers into her wet snatch.

Of course, as she did, she shivered, moaning softly. Her sex felt so sensitive, and still yearned for more. She pushed those fingers inside... but once they were there they rubbed and delved, dipping gently in and out, as she played with herself a little, moaning softly as she licked him clean---clearly showing she was still horny.


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Jessica Swanson could only sigh as she looked out the window and the rain pouring down in heavy sheets. There was no thunder or lightning just yet, but she had a feeling it'd be getting pretty bad before the next morning, especially with the weather forecast having said there was another storm front on the way. Normally she didn't care about the weather since her job had her indoors most of the day if not the entire day, sitting in front of a computer as she designed and edited pictures for a fashion magazine, but she liked to be able to take her high end tablet out to the nearby park just outside her place of employment. But with the rain drowning everything in a seemingly never-ending deluge, there was little chance of her stepping outside today, even if she was currently on her day off. She had had other plans but the rain had ruined her outing, and so she sulked and stared longingly outside her living room window. Twenty seven years old and she had no real close friends, no boyfriend or girlfriend to spend an evening with, and no pets to keep her company with. She didn't feel like fooling around with her drawings either, having no inspiration to do anything really creative, so she got used to the idea of simply staring out her window, longing for something to happen that would break up the monotony that was her life these days. The only reason she was even this far from her hometown was because the work she'd been doing for the past year in Los Angeles was far easier to come by and she lived in a relatively nice area that was close to a lot of shopping centers, recreational areas, and places of business someone in her profession would frequent.

But the rain was keeping everyone but those that didn't have a choice in the matter indoors, but even if she hadn't been stuck like everyone else, there was another reason why she was so glum. For the past couple of weeks, one of the few friends she had in the city was getting ready to head back home for the summer, and chances were good that he wasn't coming back. While Tom was a nice guy, he was more like the little brother she'd never had growing up than anything remotely romantic that Jessica could have used in her life but didn't have. Still, the fact he was moving away had hurt more than she would have initially expected when he had broken the news to her, telling her that the city wasn't working out and he wanted to go back home for a while to get his head back on straight. She understood the need he was talking about, having considered doing the same thing herself, but Jessica had stuck it out so far and had hoped Tom would change his mind, but she had seen the last of his belongings stacked in the back of his truck that morning. While he hadn't left yet, she knew he'd be heading out soon enough, which was also why she was staring out the window like a deer stuck in the headlights of an oncoming truck. Okay, that was a bit of a gross exaggeration, but the general idea still applied pretty nicely as she finally turned her chocolate brown eyes away from the large window behind her black leather couch and offered a world weary sigh to the otherwise silent living room.

Maybe she should have gotten a pet? That month's issue for the MEP, or the Monster Exchange Program and its many variations thereof for cats, dogs, and more ''domesticated'' animal girl hybrids of the same ilk, was sprawled out on her little wooden coffee table in front of her couch, amidst a small platter of half eaten pasta and a side of salad from her favorite takeout restaurant just down the road a ways, and a number of balled up pieces of paper of half hearted sketches for dresses and the models that would wear them for next month's fashion show. Most of them were as human as she was, but a few of the dresses were meant for the monster girls that had become a part of their world some four hundred years ago now. She had half slept through the old history class back in grade school, but the basic story went that when the New World was still largely undiscovered, a giant landmass from a monster girl populated world mysteriously appeared over the Pacific Ocean. The landmass was just visible through telescope from her street since the west facing side of the landmass was turned towards the City of Los Angeles, which ironically meant that New York wasn't the only city that had seen an influx of refugees and people hoping to make a better life for themselves for one reason or another, although as a result of its early settlement, LA was a fair bit more heavily populated by various creatures other than humans. Still, all in all, people lived harmoniously with their monstrous neighbors, especially since monster girls were often able to do things humans couldn't do, or they couldn't do them easily without the assistance of a lot more machines and the like cluttering up various buildings and what have you. But all that was secondary as Jessica picked up the magazine and idly flipped through it, curious to see if there was anyone looking to perhaps sell her something cute and sweet to keep her company if nothing else.

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Odessa growled softly to herself as she glanced up at the sky, and the gathering storm clouds, not quite able to keep the edge of a whine out of her voice as she gripped the letter in her hand and gave the house in front of her distrustfully as she stalked towards it.

The rain was light enough, at least for the moment, that it didn't bother her---one of the advantages of her canine form---but the reason for her being out here most certainly didn't sit well with her. She had been perfectly happy where she was, but the human had just had to have been unreliable in the end, claiming to need to live elsewhere, where he couldn't bring her with him and now... well, what was she meant to do? Apparently, she was meant to find somewhere else now, now that she wasn't wanted where she had been.

The run through the town to this place had taken the edge off of her irritation, but she still felt quite betrayed and distrustful right now and it was a while before she actually approached the house. She paused again, just outside the door and took a few moments to sniff cautiously. She was, apparently, left with little choice but to trust whoever this person was, and she tried to get as much of an idea about her as she could.

Human, but that was obvious, female and... she couldn't get much more than that, not just from her attempts to sniff around the door, especially in this rain. Her ear flicked with her discomfort before Odessa, with one last grumble to herself, knocked on the door.

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Looking up from her magazine, not that she'd been looking closely at it in the first place, when she heard the knock on the door, Jessica blinked in confusion as she leaned back on the couch and pulled the curtain aside to get a look at whoever was at her front door. Half expecting it to be Tom to say goodbye, she about fell off her couch when she saw it was a stray dog girl standing in the rain, a letter in hand if her eyes didn't deceive her. Shaking her head of long black, almost blue hair in disbelief, Jessica wasted no time in pulling her pink silk nightrobe tighter about herself, having really rolled out of bed the same way she'd gone in after a relaxing if lonely bath the night before, before going to the door to open it and get a closer look at the poor girl standing in the rain. Seeing her up close didn't ring any bells either, and she was pretty sure Tom had never had a pet, mundane or otherwise, so a stray perhaps? True, Tom could have gotten himself a companion and she simply hadn't noticed or he hadn't told her for some reason, but she didn't think so. She simply didn't know, and Jessica could only stare for the longest time before she shook her head again when she realized she was being incredibly rude.

"I'm sorry, I'm normally not this weird I promise. Let's at least get you out of this rain, then you can tell me what brought you here." Jessica offered and stepped aside, allowing the dog girl to come or not as she pleased at her own pace. If she was anything like a normal dog, which she had had one as a little girl growing up, then letting her come to her own decisions would likely be the best idea, especially if she'd been recently abandoned or had never had a home before. While it was way too early to decide if the rather pretty girl with her bushy tail and dog ears would be sticking around, a part of her already hoped she wouldn't be stuck alone in her admittedly large house anymore. For living alone, Jessica was doing quite well for herself, although what had possessed her to buy the upscale home with its swimming pool in the backyard, three bedrooms, two baths, and all the modern accessories in this day and age one would expect, she couldn't tell you now. But beyond the half eaten food on the table, if Odessa used her nose, she'd get a fair amount of information now that she wasn't in the rain.

Despite the comfortably luxurious house she owned, it was cold and lonely despite attempts to make it warm and inviting. The walls were bare of any pictures or declarations of any sort, the floor was a bland blue carpeting that had come with the house, and beyond a few faint lingering smells of the few people that had come over, Jessica's was the only one that would be prevalent throughout the entire place. Jessica herself though was likely the nicest person in ten blocks, and despite having never really succeeded in making her house a home, she'd likely be the most pleasant scent in the immediate area, not counting the food on the table of course. The scent of her shampoo and soaps she had used from last night's bath would be hard to ignore, but Odessa would find it hard not to notice that Jessica was all but radiating warmth and kindness, although the acrid stink of chemicals used to treat the pool would also be present around her if to a far lesser extent. But she didn't tend flowers in a garden, the smell of fresh soil under her nails or anything like that wasn't present on her person, but Odessa could likely still smell the nearby park on her that Jessica visited frequently when the weather was far more accommodating. A study in sharp contrasts if there ever was one since she was as pretty as she was kind, yet Jessica lived alone and had no one to really lean on. In a way, she was as much of a stray as Odessa.

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Odessa returned the stare with one of her own, her electric blue eyes taking in as much as her nose. She didn't lean in to get a better smell or anything like that, but it was left pretty clear that the dog studied the woman in front of her quite closely before she warily allowed herself to be led inside and gave herself a shake that dislodged a lot of the water in her hair and tail, but did little else for the rest of her, save for how it shook her small chest around. While she didn't mind being a bit wet and the cold wasn't as bad as what she had been used to, it was still better to be inside than out there, although the way she looked at Jessica made it clear that she didn't trust her, which was probably not the approach one wanted to take when one entered their house.

Not, of course, that she wanted to be here, but Odessa knew that she had little choice in that regard. But, while she'd admit that to herself, saying it to some random human...

Instead, Odessa let her head be dragged around by her nose, which had easily picked up the scent of food, and turned to look in that direction for a few moments before her attention returned to the human. And she steadfastly ignored the little wag her tail gave, too.

"Nothing brought me here," she replied flatly, her voice lightly accented. "But there is nowhere better for me to be now, either." Her head turned back towards the food-smell, although she refused to ask for it or, indeed, anything else in general. It had been a while since she last ate, but she'd wait and see just what this human did before she considered anything past the immediate present.

"Do you want me to go, too?" There was a distinct absence of any other strong smell in this place, so it could be that this human was a recluse with little desire for contact or companionship, she supposed, and Odessa wouldn't insist on staying if she wasn't wanted again.

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Jessica wasn't all that surprised that Odessa had examined her as she'd done the same, but she did nod and hold up her hands in an apologetic manner when she stated quite flatly that nothing had compelled or brought her to her door. The shake, while it got Jessica and her floor slightly wet, did draw the raven haired woman's gaze to the dog girl's chest against her better judgment but she was able to largely disguise her inappropriate glance by shielding herself against the water that came out of her tail and hair. Not that she blamed her in the slightest for wanting to get dried off, so Jessica didn't protest other than to shake her robe a bit in an effort to get what water had hit her off of the soft material, accidentally revealing more of her larger chest to Odessa as she did. The human hadn't missed the distrustful glance thrown her way, but if she'd been abandoned which she was beginning to suspect more and more, Jessica couldn't blame the dog girl for that either even as she glanced at the food on her table. Untrusted or not, Odessa was still obviously hungry, but pride apparently figured into her decision to not ask if she could help herself. It brought Jessica a small smile to her lips as she gently shut the door once the dog girl had properly stepped inside.

Which ironically served to answer the question that followed from the rather prettily accented dog girl. "I wouldn't feel right leaving you in the rain, alone and cold even if you did have somewhere you could go." Jessica replied gently, mindful of the fact that any quick movements or actions would likely not end favorably in gaining the girl's trust. "But no, you don't have to go anywhere if you don't want to. I have plenty of room, and truth be told but I could use the company." She was leaving the decision in her hands, but Jessica did go back to the couch and began to move as if she meant to dispose of the food on the table. She was hoping that the dog girl would either snatch some of it away or offer to help under the pretense to get something in her stomach which Jessica didn't mind, so long as she felt like she could eat if she was hungry because otherwise it would just go to waste. Of course, she'd happily make something for Odessa if she asked, but baby steps first. "If I'd known I'd be receiving company today though, I'd have at least cleaned up this mess."

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As the robe opened and the soft curves beneath were, at least partially, revealed to her, Odessa gave the human's form a brief appreciative glance. She may not like a lot of the things that had happened to and around her recently, but she had always been something of a fan of breasts, regardless of the situation. Still, while she made no effort to hide her glance, she didn't linger there for long.

Especially not when the food started to be taken away. Despite her intentions and the tough girl act she had adopted, she couldn't stop the little whine that rose up into her throat at the sight of the food being moved, nor did her efforts stop the blush that rose up onto her cheeks, a redness that was made all the brighter by her pale skin and hair.

"If... if you're not going to finish that..." she grumbled out, embarrassed at her lack of self control. "Maybe I could..." She looked away, still not entirely willing to ask for a handout of food like this, even if she knew how obvious it was that she wanted it.

"I'm Odessa," she introduced herself abruptly, partly just to change the topic away from her near-request. "Who are you?"

She was still rather blunt about things, though, even when she looked so red-faced and felt uncomfortably vulnerable.

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Jessica pulled her robe closed when she caught Odessa looking, but beyond that and a slight blush of her cheeks at having all but flashed the poor girl, Jessica didn't say anything since it was her own fault anyway. That and a part of her Jessica was quick to realize, had gotten a little excited at revealing her soft, gentle curves to such a beautiful girl, even though yes she had a tail and a couple of strange looking ears. But Jessica pushed those thoughts to the side before they got anymore distracting, and wasted little time to begin collecting the food on the table only to stop when she heard the soft whine in the back of the girl's throat. Glancing at Odessa in slight surprise since that whine had sounded rather close if not exactly like a normal dog's, Jessica straightened but smiled softly in return as she left her half eaten meal on the table for the dog girl. It seemed the tough girl act was just that after all.

But Jessica didn't comment on that since it would be rude and besides, Odessa as she found out, had been left behind in the rain of all things. She'd be a bit grumpy and cautious as well about asking for anything from a complete stranger. Still, Jessica chuckled at the abrupt change of subject, but wasn't going to be so easily distracted even as she slowly held out her left hand to her reluctant new companion. "That's a pretty name for a pretty girl. My name's Jessica, Jessica Swanson." Regardless if Odessa shook her hand or not, which she doubted she would given the circumstances, she'd casually leave Odessa to tend to her own needs. Besides, she had some housework she'd been putting off anyway that needed to be done such as the laundry, washing the windows, things like that. But more importantly, she apparently had to get one of the bedrooms to get ready for a new guest. Which had her turning around and sticking her head back into the living room. "Help yourself if you want Odessa, but when you're done, I have a spare bedroom you might like. And if you want to take a look around my home, feel free. I'll be getting some stuff taken care of in the meantime."

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Odessa's response to the hand was, in a word, slow. First, she looked at it, then back up t Jessica's face, then back down again. Perhaps it was because of the compliment---who doesn't like to be called pretty, after all?---but she gently and warily took the hand in both of hers, apparently not too used to handshakes and such yet.

"Thank you," she replied softly, her cheeks still a little pink. "You're pretty, too, Jessica." And then, as if she'd realized that she'd con just a little too far, she let go of the woman's hand and moved towards the food, although if Jessica was to look, she'd see an ear turned in her general direction and the occasional glimpse of those sharp blue eyes, although whether Odessa was being curious or wary was open to interpretation. She certainly didn't seem to know herself, and instead distracted herself by, pun not intended, wolfing down her food.

And then, left alone by this woman who was almost too generous to her, she silently made her way around the house, following her nose as it led her to the more heavily used and interesting-smelling areas of the building. She wouldn't enter Jessica's room, not yet, but she certainly noted where it was, before her attention shifted. Jessica had already gone to plenty of effort for her and she wasn't sure if she liked the idea of just accepting all of that help.