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Watching TV, Dax wondered if she would ever come out from her room. Time went by and for a while he assumed she went outside through her window. It would be hard for her to face him, Dax knew that. It was hard to think of her as the same anymore too. But he knew her talents and instead of being grossed out, he wanted more. Since they couldn't change the past, Dax knew that if she did it once and loved it, she would love it all over again. She just might need some persuasion.

Before he could even think up a good way to get her on his cock again, Dax fell asleep. He passed out after smoking a couple grams of some lemon kush. Lying stretched out on the couch with one hand stuffed under the waistband of his boxers, he snored softly.

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Lexi was going to leave but got way to fucking baked and just watched movies. She had taken a 7.5 perc and smoked a few bowls from her bong. Falling asleep for a couple hours she woke up completely forgetting about this morning. Going to the kitchen she didn't even see Dax till after she had poured her juice and turned around. It all came rushing back to her and she choked slightly on her orange juice. She was still high and decided she would talk to him. So she picked up an apple and threw it hard at his head.

When he woke up she crossed her arms under her large breasts and smiled. "Morning fucker. So I think we should forget what happened and never talk about it again. To anyone. Go back to smoking pot and getting on each other's nerves." Lexi hoped he was feeling the same way because she didn't know if she could live with him if it was any other way. Fuck she'd move back home until they could be normal again. She didn't like that she wanted to see his cock or feel it inside one of her three holes. Fuck she was sick.

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Peacefully dreaming, Dax had no way to expect the rude awakening he would receive. Groaning loudly as he woke up with searing pain in his forehead. Looking up at his sister, he knew she had something to do with this. Angry, he yelled at her, "You stupid cunt!" He was happy that she was already bringing up the glory hole. Apparently during his nap he had a hard on. His cock was halfway to being stiff. Glancing down at the small tent in his boxers, Dax grinned as he looked up at his sister.

"How am I suppose to forget about that... huh? You suck cock like a pro, sis..." Taking a moment of silence, Dax picked up his bong. There was already fresh green weed in the bowl. He must have passed out shortly after packing it. After torching the bowl and blowing out billows of smoke, Dax looked at Lexi again. "Why don't you-" He coughed for a moment. Dax took another hit, held it in for a long time and then he released it while saying, "Suck my dick."

[Assistant] Lexi grabbed his bong and loaded more weed in it. Taking fat rips then blowing it in his face before she gave it back. She coughed hard after he told her to suck his dick then sighed as she put the bong down. "Look it isn't going to happen. Get the fuck over it Dax now." she then took another hit. Blowing it in his face she then reached out and smacked him playfully. Lexi always turned aggressive when smoking and today she just happened to be doing it at the wrong time. "You can't make me do shit! You're fucking pathetic." she sneered. Really Lexi was just taking her pent up needs and turning them into anger and violence to her perv brother. He was sick and she was too for wanting his cock balls deep in her tight wet cunt.

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Dax was watching her carefully when she snatched up his bong. Picking it up when she was done, Dax sparked up and took one big hit. After she playfully smacked him, Dax blew a big puff of smoke in her face. He narrowed his eyes as she told him she couldn't make her do anything. Calling him pathetic was too far. "Bitch", he said while he took another hit. Then he set it down, blowing more smoke in her face.

"Make you..." He chuckled. "I never made you, you slut. I stuck my dick through that hole for the first time and soon I felt an eager mouth on the tip. I remember you played with it with your tongue. Then you sucked it down as far as you could. Bitch, you backed your ass up to that hole. Don't you remember? Don't act like you didn't love it. I'm just sayin'... We should do that again sometime. Maybe, without the booths in the way. I heard a rumor you like having your ass smacked while you get fucked rough."

He paused, leaned back as he looked up at her through bloodshot eyes. "You know you want it", he said in a low tone. "I can tell."

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Lexi's face turned bright red and she took more hits thinking about her brother's words. She couldn't look him in the eye but he saw the conflicting emotions on her face. "Dax you're my brother... It doesn't matter what I want we can't do that." she didn't move away though. No instead she ran her eyes over her brother's sexy body and kept smoking away her feelings. Fuck just remembering the way he fucked her with a wall between them made her crave knowing what it would be like with out the wall. Lexi knew her brother could be rough but with her defiance they could have a lot of fun. Biting her lower lip she straddled him and pushed him back hard against the couch.

"You better make this worth my while or I'm moving out." she smirked then decided to make the first move rough. Her lips found his in a hungry and demanding dance of dominance. Her tongue sweeping across his lower lip demanding to play with his. Lexi wanted to push her brother to the edge and give him the best fight for dominance he ever had. Luckily she had a very high pain tolerance, he had always taught her to be tough. He could go as hard and as kinky as he liked and she would beg for more.

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Dax was pleasantly surprised to see her straddling his lap. Of course he knew eventually she would come to her senses. This was sick, on a level that even had him weirded out. But it also excited him to a point he didn't think possible. There mere thought of ravaging her cunt once again had him hard as a rock. The lump under her ass was evidence of his arousal. Looking into her eyes as he leaned closer to smell her scent, a mixture of her perfume and weed. God, he loved how she smelled.

Then she had to go and tease him. Did she really have to taunt him, like he wouldn't try his hardest to fuck her brains out. Every part of this apartment would be a playground for them and soon she would know how worth it this was. Surprised when she leaned forward and kiss him, Dax met her eager attempts to claim some sort of dominance. At first, it was cute. But as their tongues thrashed against each other, Dax was grabbing a firm hold of her ass. And then he gave her a little spanking.

One after the other, his hands reared back and he slapped her ass. Getting bored spanking her through her clothes, Dax's fingers snaked to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up as he rubbed her sides. Pulling away from their kiss, he whispered, "I hope you don't have plans to do anything tomorrow. You aren't going to even be able to walk straight when I'm done with you."

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Lexi loved the way he spanked and grabbed her ass. Then he was trying to get to second base and being a pussy about it. Lexi had expected more from Dax, the stories she heard from the girls he had been with made him seem much more... aggressive. When he pulled from the kiss she sat back and took her shirt off to reveal her very large perky breasts held up by a black bra with crisscross lace keeping it together. Her skin pale and very soft to the touch, smiling she put her hands on the hem of his shirt and ripped it down the middle.

Pushing it off his shoulders her eyes held more fire and her smile more malice. "Talk's cheap chump." then she kissed him hard to show she didn't want to think anymore. Lexi liked how her brain could shut off and the more animalistic side of her came out. She was wild in bed due to how rough she loved it. Lexi wanted to be picked up, thrown down and wrecked. That didn't work if she was thinking about the guy pounding her was her own brother.


[User] Laura was starting to breathe harder; occasionally she'd exhale in little squeaks. When Mariel's fingers found Laura's panty-covered pussy, the young blonde felt a bolt of pleasure run through her body and up her spine, coming out of her mouth as a moaning gasp. "So good... " Laura whispered it almost to herself. The little voice in the back of her head was alarmed---there was a scalpel between her legs, after all---but Laura ignored that.

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A smile managed to crack through Mariel's mouth as she sucked on the girl's nipple. She enjoyed hearing the sound of virgin's moaning. It aroused her almost as much as hearing their screams, but she loved hearing the combination of the two. Right now, hearing the girl enjoying herself was doing more than enough. She would let the girl enjoy a few more minutes of pure pleasure for herself before Mariel wanted hers.

Mariel's fingers took the scalpel and daringly, without looking, used the scalpel and slit Laura's panties right in the middle. The blade teased through her virgin folds but then moved to the side as Mariel's manicured fingers made contact with her tight pussy. Mariel started to slide a finger into her slowly.

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"Oh God... " Laura's body bucked a bit against Mariel as, for the first time, a finger that wasn't her own entered her body. For the first time, she took action, putting a hand onto Mariel's back and pulling her closer. Laura knew Mariel could feel her wetness; she was a little embarrassed to be so turned on when she was about to die, but Mariel clearly knew how to use her fingers and her lips.

Laura wondered briefly where her panties had gone---Mariel had been so skillful with the scalpel that Laura never noticed the cut. Not that it matters... Laura started to press her pussy back against Mariel's hand. An orgasm was not far off.

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The dark feeling was rising deeper within Mariel and it was becoming harder and harder to control, especially when she heard the young girl moan out and enjoy herself. As she slipped her finger deeper into the wet pussy of the girl, she finally snapped. She gave a twisted laugh and threw the girl down on the bed and climbed on top of her. Mariel reached into the holes she cut into the shirt and tore what was left roughly off of Laura. She slapped her tit playfully before she yanked her skirt off forcefully and used the scalpel to finish tearing off her panties.

Mariel kept the pressure on her and licked her cheek before sending two fingers deep into the virgin folds of Laura and fingering her fast and harder, not caring for her comfort. Mariel leaned down and bit down on Mariel's nipple as she moaned into her flesh.

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Laura felt her pussy start to stretch as Mariel's second finger entered her body. It wasn't the most comfortable feeling she'd ever experienced, but Laura wouldn't have called it unpleasurable either. She was moaning now with every breath; the moans were briefly interrupted by a high-pitched squeal as Mariel bit her nipple. As her body pressed back against Mariel's, Laura found words in her moans. "Oh, I'm gonna cum... " She was so close, and then it happened---with a low, shaky groan, Laura came, all over Mariel's hand.

Once the orgasm was finished, Laura whispered to Mariel, "Thank you." Masturbating had never felt quite like this.

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Mariel snickered, "You're most welcome.." She took her fingers out of the girl and lifted them up to her mouth and forced her fingers into Laura's mouth. "Taste yourself, do you like it? Is it good?" Mariel laughed, the darkness building more before she stood up and went back to the chest. She pulled out a leash with a collar that had sharp studs on the inside lining, handcuffs, and a strap on. "Now is when the real fun begins. I hope you're ready." Mariel smiled heading back to the naked girl. She grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up and placed the painfully sharp collar around her throat.

"Is that comfortable? Good, I'm glad to hear it." Mariel then took the girls hands and put them behind her back, handcuffing them in the process. "Now... here's what we're going to do. You had your first orgasm, but I want to some fun too. Now, I'm holding onto the leash that decides whether or not you breathe and your throat is punctured. I want you to be creative and try to please me. If you disappoint I will make you pay for it. Now get started." Mariel commanded eagerly waiting for what Laura would do.

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Laura tentatively stuck out her tongue and tasted herself for the first time. "Well... I don't hate it," she answered Mariel's question. It didn't taste like much of anything, really. Mariel was starting to scare Laura a bit---but she thought that was probably the whole point.

Laura had never had the opportunity to please a woman before, but she had at least a rough idea---Laura had definitely seen her share of porn. Kneeling in front of Mariel, she took the older woman's foot in her hands and slipped off her shoe. Laura gazed at Mariel's foot for just a moment before bending over and gently kissing it.

[Assistant] Mariel watched as Laura got on her knees in front of her and took her foot. Mariel let her and watched as she slipped off her shoe and stared at it before finally kissing it. Mariel tugged slightly on the leash, digging the sharp studs into her neck a bit, "You're going to kiss it? that's it? You're going to have to try harder than that." She said threateningly.

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Laura winced at the pain in her neck. Those studs could do some damage if Mariel wanted. "I'm just getting started."

With that, Laura re-focused her attention on Mariel's feet---kissing, licking, worshipping. Slowly, deliberately, the kisses moved up, higher and higher. If she'd been able to use her hands, she might have lifted Mariel's dress out of the way; as it was, she could only let her head push the fabric aside. She was very close now to Mariel's pussy---Not time yet. Take your time. She did want to tease Mariel a bit, draw out the anticipation---but even more so, Laura wanted to enjoy this new experience herself.

Laura did wonder what it would be like to pleasure another woman. The only sexual pleasure she'd ever given was to herself.

[Assistant] Mariel watched and groaned softly a bit as Laura kissed and licked her feet. "Hmm, that's better. Keep it up." Mariel let up the pressure on her neck while the girl ran her tongue over her feet and left them moist with her spit. Mariel reveled in the pleasure even when the girl left her feet and worked her way up her leg. Mariel spread her legs a bit, "let's see what you can do.." She said, placing her hand on the bulge beneath her dress that was Laura's head.

[User] Wine and pussy were the two new tastes that Laura was lucky enough to experience tonight. As her tongue made contact with Mariel's flesh, the first thought in Laura's mind was that Mariel tasted much better than she did. Laura had never given oral sex before, but what she lacked in experience, she hoped she could make up for in enthusiasm. Quickly, gently, Laura started exploring her first pussy.

[Assistant] "You like it, don't you you little slut?" She insulted her with a sick sense of enjoyment as she pressed Laura's face into her pussy. "Just like that, my eager little toy." She moaned out as one of her hands grabbed her own breast and the other dug her sharp nails into the shoulder of Laura.

[User] Laura may have been inexperienced, but she was not stupid enough to stop licking and answer Mariel. Her tongue was quick, agile, restless... There was nothing Laura wanted more right now than to explore every bit of Mariel's wet folds. Laura gasped, feeling a sharp pain in her shoulder---it was just enough to remind Laura of why she was here, of what she had become. Growing more daring, Laura pressed her tongue up into Mariel, trying to penetrate her.


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"Oh, that's cool. I'm glad you were able to find an accompanist. If not, I might have volunteered to do it for you," Michael joked. Although he was happy to play accompanist for other players –and the director was happy he didn't have to hire expensive accompanists from outside the school when it came time for intra-state solo and ensemble evaluations, he doubted he would have been able to learn anything but the simplest of pieces in so short a time.

"I can save you a seat, no worries." He smiled at Amber, and thought he noticed a blush on her face. He could have imagined it, though. "There's going to be a viola performance? That's great –I love the viola, but I hear so few viola solos." He took a deep, relaxing breath, and looked out at the cloudy sky.

"Are you going to be practicing as soon as you get home? I'd stay here to practice, but I need to go get groceries because my dad's busy." It wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't exactly the truth, either, unless one expanded the definition of 'busy' so it could include 'not caring enough to do something.'

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"I'll keep that in mind for the future. I might need an accompanist!" she teased back. Amber joined him and looked up at the sky. It was relaxing and calmed her quite a bit. The clouds were dark and somewhat gloomy, but it wasn't raining at all.

"Yeah. I need to practice. A lot. Especially if I'm unsure about what exactly I'll be playing!" she exclaimed. She had around three more pieces that she'd worked on with her accompanist. She needed to decide, and quick. "So, do you cook?" she inquired. Amber hated to cook, but occasionally she had to out of necessity.

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"I know what you mean," Michael said as he nodded. Although he was already confident in most of his pieces, he knew he had to keep practicing them so that he could keep getting them just perfectly so. To anyone not as intimately knowledgeable about his pieces as he was –a knowledge born from investing so many hours of practice and study in each–, it would be a difficult task to notice differences between him playing a particular piece when he hadn't practiced it in several days or when he had just practiced it. They would be all too obvious to him, however. Playing a solo is as much about playing the notes in front of you as it is about interpreting the music.

One fermata held just a fraction of a beat too long, a vibrato that is just good enough, a staccato run played just a little too detached... it wasn't like he could easily write down those kinds of highly subjective value judgments on his sheet music, so he had to keep them in head. And his head was bad at remembering things if he didn't constantly repeat them.

"I cook, yeah. I cook just about every night, really," he admitted. "It can be a hassle and time-consuming, but I enjoy it, when I make something special." That usually only happened when he had a lot of time on his hands and his father was preoccupied –either dead asleep or far from home. "You?"

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Amber was rather impressed that he cooked. She admired people who had that kind of patience. She didn't do much more than sandwiches and ramen. Occasionally she would cook some chicken if they had it, but more often than not there wasn't too much to cook anyway.

"I only cook when I have to. I don't exactly enjoy it..." Amber thought for a moment. "I do enjoy baking..." she shrugged. It was extremely rare that she would get to bake, but when she did it was somewhat fun. She didn't know why it was so different from cooking for her, perhaps it was the end result. She couldn't resist sweets.

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Michael laughed a little. "Baking is fun," he agreed. "I don't get to do it very often, though."

The only time his father cared about him was when he sent Michael to buy things. The duty of buying food and most anything else had long ago fallen to Michael's responsibility, lest his father simply lock him out of the house indefinitely (which he sometimes did anyway, for various reasons). Michael had to learn the exact things his dad wanted him to buy by paying special attention to how much he got yelled at (and occasionally hit) for particular groceries. One of the things that would result in yelling was anything that involved baking, so he'd stopped buying those.

It didn't stop him from occasionally sneaking such groceries past his dad, though, particularly when he was drunk or otherwise incapacitated. Michael had a soft spot for cookies in particular, and those usually constituted his baking-related purchases.

He checked the time on his phone. "It looks like school is going to let out soon. You're taking the school bus, right? Want to head over to the bus loop?"

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Right on cue the school bell rang and Amber could hear the commotion of the underclassmen making their way excitedly out of their classes. She stood up and took a hold of her violin case. "Sure, let's go before the rush."

She started slowly walking towards where the school buses were. She looked down at her feet for the first few moments of the short journey. Eventually she felt the need to break the silence, even if it wasn't incredibly uncomfortable.

"So, Michael. I don't want to be rude or anything like that, but can I ask why no one was here to pick you up?" she asked. She really hoped that she wasn't crossing any kinds of lines. On top of that she really hoped that the question wasn't redirected towards her. Most of her friends didn't know the truth. It was actually quite common for Amber to tell them that her parents were dead. One friend actually put in some research and found out what exactly happened. She spent a lot of time with her, convincing her not to tell anyone. Amber was rather lucky that she'd kept quiet. Something like that would spread around the school like wildfire.

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Michael was momentarily amused when the bell rang just seconds after his observation. He stood up with Amber, smoothing down his shirt and grabbing his bag. They started walking towards the bus loop, taking their time. Michael had a small smile on his face. Perhaps it was just a temporary emotion, but he was happy he'd been able to have a decent conversation with someone, for once.

He glanced over at Amber, a bit surprised and caught off-guard at her question. He usually wasn't asked those sorts of question, by virtue of not being terribly well-acquainted with most of his peers. He tried to find a way to answer the question without stretching the truth too much.

"Uh... Well, I live with just my dad. He's... usually pretty busy." He was quickly becoming uncomfortable, so he tried to move the conversation away from him the first way that came to mind: "What about you? You're taking the bus too." A second passed, and Michael realized what he'd just asked. "Actually, you don't have to answer that if you don't want to. Sorry. I... uh... um." If it wouldn't have looked strange, he would have smacked himself in the face right then. He was pretty sure he'd just made a fool out of himself.

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As soon as she saw Michael's reaction, Amber regretted her question. Amber mentally slapped herself for being so insensitive. While his answer made it seem like it wasn't such a big deal, she felt as if there were more going on. Still, she wasn't going to press it at all. Then, just as she had dreaded the question was turned around and asked of her. Immediately her expression changed to one of horror as, for a brief moment, she relieved her first horrible experience that he parents had forced her into. She closed her eyes and forced the tears to stay away. It took around three seconds before she was able to put her mask back on, seeming perfectly alright once again.

"Oh, same. I live with my Aunt and she's probably at work." That was a lie. Her Aunt was probably passed out on the couch.


[User] What Chastity did react on though was her oh so neglected clit, now getting the attention it so desperately needed. This must be what Heaven is like. Having a bitchy but gorgeous little vampiress bitch licking and sucking on her delicious mound. For a brief moment, she wondered if she hadn't been slain by Kyrian earlier and had been spirited away to Heaven. A nice, big, rock hard, veiny, throbbing cock was one thing. But the lips of an experienced woman were something entirely different. Every girl knew it was like having a partner who scratched exactly where you itched and no where else. She tensed up again, shuddering every so slightly, no breath of air or sound audible to ears enough to convey her pleasure. Only gasps and squeaks. For the first time, she reacted more loving, rather than lustful, reaching her hands and brushing her fingers softly through Kyrian's hair.

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Kyrian loved those gasps and squeaks, they were delicate, so unlike a woman who would shove a dildo of venom into your pussy and threaten your life for pleasure. They were almost submissive in the strangest ways, but boy did she get off on them. They were so goddamn sexy.

When she felt the soft touch of fingers through her hair, she purred, almost like a kitten, nuzzling into the soft moist sex, nipping her lips almost tenderly. But that was short lived, she attacked her clit, sucking hard and shoving tow fingers deep into Chastity's drooling sex, wanting to hear her, feel her scream. Wanting to feel those tight walls clench around her fingers in orgasm

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Loving and tender. So warm and gentle. Her hands, her fingertips stroking smoothing through Kyrian's hair. That quickly changed the moment Kyrian assaulted Chastity's clit.

It came on so suddenly, Chastity had to practice extreme restraint not to sink her nails into the other girl's scalp. She left her unharmed, but did push down on her head, trying desperately to get her to go down harder. Her hips too played along, bucking wildly, as though it were possible to shove anymore of her clit into Kyrian's mouth. She was bothered, very bothered. Her insides started to tense up, but she failed to notice it. Kyrian may have some idea what was about to take place though. After all, it wasn't hard to deduce that a girl so fired up was so close to cumming.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! UHHH!! UHHH!! Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"

Chastity's mouth assumed the O shape and a deep, loud, ongoing bellow escaped her throat. One of those orgasms that were so few and far in between. One of those climaxes that made life much more worth while. The kind that let a woman's lover know he or she got the job done in every way, and then some.

She almost collapsed, but tried to hold Kyrian's face in place. "Keep going!" she cried, "I might have... a couple more!"

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Kyrian laughed subtly against her sex, sliding another finger into her tight pussy, pumping more stronger as she sucked and licked her way, trying to keep that hard arousal up, keep that high plane of arousal high enough to tip the scales once more and send her through another big-O.

She could taste the cum that seeped out between her fingers and the slick walls of the woman's inside. She turned her attention away from her clit and powered at the sensitive entrance. Her tongue flicked at the gaps between her fingers and the walls, jamming into the space hungrily and taking in the sweet musky taste. Oh, it tasted so good, seriously, the only thing sweeter was blood.

The fingers inside Chastity started to curl, up to her G spot, all applying pressure on that spongy front wall, stroking and prodding, knowing how it'd fee. She pulled her mouth away from her entrance and brought it back to the rosy red, alert clit. She was ready, and the idea of bringing Chastity to more than one orgasm... was too good to pass up

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After such a huge orgasm, especially immediately afterward, Chastity's loins became oh so sensitive. Words could not describe. She wouldn't even be surprised if she could take Kyrian's pulse through her pussy alone at this point. Every movement, every breath of Kyrian's sent shudders down the redhead's body. And as Chastity made clear just moments ago, she wasn't finished yet. "Uh! Mmmm! Yes! More! Ah!"

Writhing in pleasure, completely at Kyrian's mercy. She knew it and she just didn't care. Well, she cared enough not to completely let her guard down, but at this point, Kyrian could very well try anything and be able to pull it off. Whether it be a wooden stake to the pussy or knife to the heart, Chastity's eyes were too tightly shut and she was too distracted by truly be aware and alert.

But who could resist making the gorgeous vampiress climax again? Who could turn down the offer of saying they gave her one of the best nights of her life? Hopefully not Kyrian. Chastity certainly hoped Kyrian wouldn't anyway. After all, the familiar sensation snuck up on her again. Like a beast that she tried to run from, only to have cut her off on her escape route and pounce her. Her body was under attack again by it. She started to scream again. Not the low bellow as before, but a high pitched scream. Her second orgasm had arrived. "Yes! Almost! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

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Kyrian purred in pleasure, contentment sliding through her center as she felt the woman below her buck and jerk in such pleasure. Was anything hotter than a woman in ecstasy? She certainly didn't think so. She sucked hard on the little nub of her clit as she pulled away, just sticking out her tongue for added pleasure as she slowly pulled away her fingers. So slow. She didn't want to shock the woman with a lack of pleasure.

Slowly she pulled away her tongue, dipping to lap at the sweet nectar from her core, moaning softly. She looked up at Chastity with a smile, biting her lip. "Mmm..." She purred. "So sweet... and holy shit... that was so fucking sexy..." She whispered. "Nothing... nothing sexier than a sweaty... screaming woman..." She moaned, leaning over and nipping her inner thigh, just a scrape of teeth, nothing penetrating. She wasn't as hungry as Chastity had been, she'd fed before, when she'd completed her assassin mission.

She slowly crawled up, forcing her lips on the panting, parted lips of the pleased woman, smiling as she pulled away again. "Mmm" She purred. "Fuck... that was so hot..."

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Chastity's sexual appetite was rivaled only by her bloodlust. But that was true of most any vampire. Sadly, she only got the chance to satisfy her carnal urges in few and far in between moments. For now, the leather clad vampiress thought better of killing Kyrian and instead figured it'd be best to spare her. She could easily best the rookie when it came to being an assassin, or so she thought. Plus, she had the advantage of being undetectable to other vampires and supernatural beings.

Yes, she's let her live. The decision was made and sealed in unspoken terms as Kyrian planted another kiss on Chastity's red lips. She marveled at the other girl's stubborn and even bitchy nature and yet how easy it was for her to submit and take up the role of pleaser when the time came. "Ya know, this could be the start of a beautiful new friendship."

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Kyrian smiled, nipping the full, ruby lower lip of the girl, growling softly. "I'm glad you changed your mind" She whispered, those green eyes met hers as she rolled back to sit on her heels, still straddling the woman. "I'm going to enjoy this beautiful friendship" She purred. "And I'm sure you will too" She grinned, grinding her pubice down into Chastity's, loving the feel of soft mound, on soft mound.

Part of her wanted to suggest a partnership, working together with the other vampiress assassin. But she knew that vampires were solo creatures, and rarely worked together, unless it was out to bring orgasm. It might be dangerous working with an assassin, but sometimes it worked beautifully. Since Chastity wanted to kill her, she doubted any chance of a partnership. She wasn't bothered, why would she be?


[User] Alexandra was ecstatic. "Oh Aziz!" She hugged him tightly and curled into him. She couldn't think of anything that would make her this happy. "I'm glad Aziz, because honestly I would have left, but I couldn't have left forever, I'm your guardian so I must keep watch over you. I wasn't supposed to get emotionally attached to you but the more I knew you, the more we grew up together, I just couldn't stop but finding my feelings grow for you." She really hoped that didn't freak him out.

[Assistant] Aziz picked her up by her waist, sat on the bed and placed her sitting on his knees. He hugged her tightly back, embraced her before planting a kiss on her lips. He got this feeling in the pit of his stomach, he felt weird and this was an unknown feeling to him. If he tried he could have not explained it but he didn't need to anyway. "I love you," he said softly with sincere meaning.

[User] Laying there, Alexandra was unsure of what to say or do. Her body wanted him, but she really enjoyed just being in his arms. His strong wonderful arms. She smiled into their kiss and kissed him back. She enjoyed the way his lips moved over hers, so softly, so expertly. She looked at him as he pulled back and looked at her. The look in her eyes made her giddy, almost like it was a spell of some sort. She thought he was lying at first. He... he said he loved her? Really? She smiled and purred. "I love you too Aziz." She whispered, blushing about her feelings.

[Assistant] Aziz felt warm and fuzzy all over, she felt the same about him all along, he had worried and hidden his dirty thoughts for so long because he wasn't sure if she felt the same way about him. Although he was sick, renewed vigor came over him, lifting her off his lap he placed her standing then begun to remove her clothes. She was now in her panties and bra and he was fully naked. "You're going to enjoy this," he told her, as he began to tease her pussy with his middle finger gliding over her panties.

[User] Alexandra blushed as he took of her clothing. Should she tell him that she was a virgin? Or should... should she just let it go? She was too busy watching his completely naked body. It was rushing through her, the idea of touching him in full nudity. Her eyes went wide when he touched her pussy. It drover her wild. Maybe too wild because her body was about to change. No, not at this moment. No.. it was too late, her emotions gone astray she went into her panther form. She pounded her foot and if it was possible, she blushed through her black fur.

[Assistant] "Oh," he said bewildered. "Hello pussy," Aziz jeered. Although he joked he was rather annoyed. Aziz was impatient and it had all seemed like he was getting everything there and then. He wasn't sure if she had meant for that to happen so he got rather paranoid about it but he kept these thoughts to himself even though he knew she could see them, he didn't say anything to draw attention to them. "If you're not ready it's okay." He told her.

[User] How freaking annoying was this? Alexandra thought as she pounded her foot on the ground and then pounced on him. She could not speak while in this form but she wanted to tell him to take her dang it take her! She wanted him so bad, needed him. She had waited years for him and on the moment she was going to enjoy him, her dang emotions were going nuts and the change occurred. She gently bit his arm between her teeth and tugged gently for him to follow. Right now her emotions ran too high, that she could do anything about this. She needed him to get her into the water. If she could douse herself with water, she could turn back to human. As she pulled him to the bathroom, she used her head to indicate what she wanted him to do. As she watched him do it, she got turned on even more.

[Assistant] Aziz looked rather silly, she made him go down low as she bit him, leading him off to the bathroom. "Oh I see," he said as he bent over and turned on the tap. His bare rear wiggling right into her face. He made sure that the water was lukewarm and waited for it to fill. Aziz felt stupid standing there butt naked, looking down at a panther that just eye balled him. "I'm going to put on some clothes," he told her, returning soon afterwards fully clothed in casual attire. He waited a bit more for the water to fill, it was almost ready. "Am I to lift you in?" He asked.

[User] Alexandra giggled within herself. That was just too funny, he was shy. She saw him come back and shook her head to his question. She moved back, got a running start and lept in. She submerged herself into the water and as she came up, she, the human form, pulled him into the water. "You weren't suppose to get clothed." She blushed at the thought but oh well, she would just have to deal with the idea that she wanted him and she would have him one way or the other.

[Assistant] "It's a bit unnerving with a panther looking at you wondering if your cock would be a nice treat for dinner," he said after spitting water out of his mouth. "You didn't have to pull me in like that either," he told her. Although he had enjoyed it he didn't catch her playful demeanor as coming off as something else entirely. He was rather unaware so he lay back into her, relaxing.

[User] Running her hands down his chest and pulled up his shirt, Alexandra said "Oh well, I'm sorry if you didn't like it. I thought it might be the only way to get you in here with me." She laughed and kissed down his chest. She could act the aggressor, but she was not anywhere as such. She nibbled on his earlobe as she felt his abs. She moved her hands to his side and whispered. "I'm sorry for the change."

[Assistant] A small smile crept underneath his lips and Aziz got aroused. He'd take her right there and then. He stripped off and although it was difficult in the water he maneuvered himself between her legs, grabbing the inside of her thigh and sucking on her nipple. His cock grew erect and he teased the entrance of her pussy, moving it up and down the opening.

[User] Alexandra said nothing as he stripped. He was gorgeous, he knew that. No need for her to continue on with singing that praise. She gasped as he pulled her to her. She calmed her breathing, letting her emotions calm down, before she got overly excited and changed again. She felt his cock, it was rigid, and at her entrance. She looked at him. "I..." She couldn't finish her statement. She wrapped her legs around him, the need to be with him overtaking her. Kissing him, she pushed her tongue into his mouth, hoping she got the point that, that was exactly what she wanted for him to do to her pussy, putting it into her hard.

[Assistant] Aziz couldn't help but grin to himself. This was the moment he had been waiting for all his life and now he had to just act upon it. His eyes lit up in excitement and then pounded into her with vigor. His young, youthful manhood taking her deep. He thrusted harder then he had ever gone with Samantha and even though the bath was rather awkward he still tried to make the most of it, enjoying it to the fullest.

[User] He took her, pushing deep within her. Alexandra moaned with a slight pain but said nothing. She kissed him as he pounded deep with her, taking her, making her his for the first time. She purred with pleasure as she ran her hands down his body, pulling him deep within her, deeper than deep with her legs. "Oh yes." She whispered in his ear as she licked it, then kissed down his cheek to his mouth.


[User] "Nobody is clean of sin these days. You're born from sin so then everyone is technically unholy," Samantha shrugged and chewed her bottom lip. She loved the hot chocolate but the light touches to her back were odd and hard to adjust to. "I don't like that," she mumbled and leaned away from him a bit. It had been only a few hours since the death of her parents, a massage was not what she wanted at that time.

[Assistant] But nobody has killed as many people as vampires have. As she leaned away from him, James stopped what he was doing and returned to the couch and sat next to her. "I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable he said. I only wanted to make you feel better. I know this is a tough time for you but you got to open up to someone." He then just sat quietly and stared at the TV not saying a word.

[User] "Whether you kill one or you kill many, does it really make you more evil?" Samantha asked, turning her head to look at him. "Vampires kill to survive. Humans kill animals to survive, animals are living creatures with souls," she pointed out. "You don't have to apologize. I'm just not used to being touched by anyone but my parents," she whispered and looked towards the television again. "Can vampires live off of animal blood?" She asked after a moment and looked at him again.

[Assistant] James stared at her as he spoke. "Well if you keep on killing without any remorse it should make you more evil. But animals are not treated the same as humans are. If you kill an animal it's okay but if you kill another human being it's considered murder, he pointed out to her. Vampire can live on animal blood although the taste is not the same as human blood. Human blood is far more tastier he said. Living off animal blood does make you a little weaker than someone who is living off human blood. Most people can't control their desire for human blood. After all of the experiences I have been through I have learned to control my desire for human blood although it wasn't easy." He then turned his attention back at the TV.

[User] "I know killing a human is murder. My dad was a cop," Samantha said with a bit of a smile. "But I'm just saying, I don't believe that much in sin. Well, I believe it. I just don't think people, or vampires, should dwell on it. We're all gonna die one way or another," she shrugged and tucked her legs under herself as she glanced at him and watched him watching the TV for a moment before she turned her gaze back on the contraption. "If I was a vampire I'd hunt down all the evil people in the world, the people who hurt kids and are just assholes and eat them rather than eat a helpless animal," she said after a moment and glanced at him once more.

[Assistant] "Well people think about about it all the time. I don't much anymore since I was living alone for a long time. Well humans will eventually die while vampires are immortal. Some say it's a gift but for me it's a curse having to spend eternity all alone. How can you be so sure of that? he asked. You are not a vampire so you wouldn't know. It's very hard to control the urges that a vampires have. Vampires kill all humans whether good or bad. It was like that for me. Even though I only wanted to get revenge for the death of my parents I ended up killing innocent people too. It took me a very long time before I was able to control my urges. Anyways we should talk about something else to help cheer you up as he turned his attention back to the TV."

[User] Samantha tilted her head and studied him closely. "Won't vampires die off if they don't have any food source?" She asked and pursed her lips. "I mean, if vampires had to live off of animals, the animals would die out too. Then it'd be vampire against vampire and then there'd be nothing," she shrugged. "Urges are urges, you gotta forgive yourself for killing those people," she said quietly and tentatively put a gentle hand on his shoulder.

[Assistant] "No one knows for sure but all that's known is that you will get weak without any food. It's not like all humans and animals are going to die all at once or something. For now there's nothing to worry about and lets just hope it stays that way. Well people can learn to control those urges but they don't so it's hard to forgive myself." When she put her hand on his shoulder he put his hands on top of hers.

[User] Samantha offered him a smile when he put his hands on top of hers. "Like I said before, urges are urges and when you were a new vampire I figure the urges were a lot harder to control then," she shrugged, keeping her eyes trained on his face. "If you were to bite me, can you just feed from me a little bit or will I die or turn into one of you?"

[Assistant] James smiled back at her. "As a new vampire you have no control over your urges. But you can learn to eventually control those urges. Well it would definitely be bad if I bit you. Depending on how much blood I suck from you could turn into a vampire or die. But since I am able to control my urges now I can suck a little bit of blood so that you won't die but you would turn into a vampire within a matter of hours. But I won't bite you unless you want me too he said to her."

[User] Samantha nodded slowly as he explained it to her. "Then why can some vampires bite people to feed from them but not have the human change?" She asked curiously. "My father told me of places where people were paid to feed vampires and usually walked away fine," she said. "Though they had to sign a waiver so the establishment wasn't held responsible if the human was killed."

[Assistant] "It depends on how much blood gets sucked from the human. Since a lot of vampires can't control their urges they end up either turning their pray into vampires or killing them. But if you don't suck past the limit then a human may be able to walk away with no real harm to them. I've heard about those places but have never actually been in one. Those place are supposed to withdraw the blood from a human before feeding it to vampires although I can't see any of those places actually enforcing that rule. It must mean that the vampires there have really good control of their urges if humans are able to walk away unharmed." As they continued talking James moved closer to her and put his arm around her neck.

[User] "So if a person were to go into one of those establishments they'd have the choice of whether or not the vampire fed directly from them or if they were to give blood as they would at a blood bank," Samantha pondered out loud before turning he gaze back to him as he moved closer to her and put his arm around her neck. "What type of a vampire are you then?" She questioned. "Are you a vampire who can easily control his urges or are you not that great at it?"

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"The way it's supposed to work is that when a person goes to one of these places the person would have blood drawn from them and then given to the vampires to drink to avoid the risk of turning them into a vampire or death. But since vampires are so much stronger than humans the vampires just feed off of the humans. There is no way that the humans can resist. For a while a lot of people were being turned into vampires or dying after going to these places since the vampires couldn't control their urges. But that led to a huge depletion of human blood. To counter that problem vampires who used those clinics had to control their urges to avoid wiping out a huge population of humans."

James ran his fingers through her hair as he continued talking with her. "Since I have been living a long time I have learned how to control my urges. It wasn't easy at all. It was very painful and took many years to be able to completely control my urges."


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Morgan's day job, which more than occasionally turned into his night job as well, as an up-and-coming entrepreneur of the business world, had made him a modestly wealthy man, even at 27. It was hard work, however, enough so that he could count the number of serious relationships he'd been in on a single hand, and even those had not been very successful. Olivia was doing a very good job of changing that. He was firm with her, and she took so good care of him in turn that it made up for the way he sometimes neglected himself amid his work.

Getting her pierced was both a fetish and a symbolic occasion. Morgan knew just where he wanted her pierced, too. He did, however, have a surprise for her as well. The woman who would do the actual piercing entered, and Morgan gave Olivia's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Both nipples," he said, as much to the woman as to Olivia, "and the bottom lip, just here," he said, chucking Olivia under the chin, and poking his thumb playfully just below the center of her bottom lip. "But I want a fourth as well, and I want you, Olivia, to tell her where it should go."

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Olivia was glad for the support, but she felt ready. His specifications were straightforward. Nipples, OK, that seemed like it would be painful, but... hopefully worth it. Her bottom lip, alright. The woman who would do them was turning to her to get assent for each one. Consent was important, but Olivia would've been happy to let him do it in her sleep, if he wanted, she'd given herself over to him fully, to be where she was. The rest was the start of a long-road, she thought.

"Oh," she said, quietly, thinking for a moment. She sat up, taking off her shirt, folding it nearly and laying it on her own lap. "My... navel, I think," she said, "it would be nice if it could sparkle."

She had thought at first about her tongue, for Morgan's sake, but she realized, if he wanted that, it would be his choice. Her choice, she thought, should be something she wanted, for herself.

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Morgan nodded at her choice, to show his approval. "Your navel it is. We'll get you something nice and sparkling, something dangling," he said, picturing it. He could immediately see other uses for such a piercing, too, once she'd had more of them done, and they could begin playing with little chains between them.

"Which one do you want to do first?" he asked her, and moved closer to her. He took her shirt, so it wouldn't get in the way, and gave her hand another squeeze. Having no real idea how well Olivia handled pain, the experience would be useful in more ways than one.

It was pleasant for him as well, in more ways than the obvious one of his lovely Olivia getting pierced. Seeing her so exposed and vulnerable, and being there for her, was itself highly enjoyable. To be support and protect her seemed as much his duty as firmly guiding and correcting her. He offered her a short smile, and just before the piercing act itself could begin, leaned in close, and whispered in her ear.

"If you're a very brave girl, you'll get a very special reward," he said, his lips gently grazing her ear, before he leaned back with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

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"Oh... uh... my lip, first, I think," Olivia said. Having her lip pierced was the one she was least concerned about. She wasn't sure which would be worse, he navel, or her lip, but she was pretty sure her nipples would end up being the worst. It seemed better if she had a bit of practice before she had those pierced.

She turned her head to look at Morgan, as the girl got ready to do her piercings. She knew she'd have to turn back when it was time, but she was comforted just looking at her master. "I'd like that," she said, not even knowing what he meant. It didn't really matter, she didn't need a reward, so anything had to be nice. Of course, she would be most happy in pleasing him.

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When the time came for the needle to pierce Olivia's lip, Morgan gave her hand a last, encouraging squeeze. Unsure of how Olivia would react to the inevitable pain, he was practically holding his breath - though he tried not to show it -as the lady, clearly experienced in her art, went about with the final preparations, before finally piercing her lip. Of course, there was nothing final about it. Olivia's lip was but the first of many to come, that much they'd decided upon, together. Olivia trusted him already, and was quite obviously happy with their arrangement, but he had made it perfectly clear he would not make such a decision for her without her express consent.

When the little hole had finally been made and the needle pulled back, Morgan gave her hand another squeeze, to mark the first step. It was, however, not entirely finished. Part of what made the experience such a gratifying one was a recent advance in medical science, a sort of chemical which, when applied to a wound, such as a recent hole pierced in a person's lip, would speed up healing considerably, and make the procedure that much safer. Morgan watched with interest as the chemical was applied to Olivia's bottom lip, curious to see how well it would work. Considering the sums he'd paid to have it used on Olivia, well, he certainly hoped it would deliver as promised.

"How was that?" he quietly asked, as the first of the four was finished. "Nipples next, mm?"

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Olivia remained calm right up until the moment the woman was just about to pierce her skin, then she breathed in all at once and held it. As the needle passed through her bottom lip, her right needs née bent suddenly, and her eyes closed tightly. The movement was restricted to her leg, though, and a tightening in her grip on Morgan's hand.

When it was done though, the woman pushed a simple steel ring through the hole, soaked in the solution that would make her life a lot easier. The skin seemed to take to it instantly, and after a quick rinse, it was clear that the piercing looked like it had been there forever.

As the woman moved back to give her moment to prepare for the next ones, Olivia touched it experimentally with her tongue. It was sore, to be sure, but it would not require very much care at all. With basically all the surface healing done, there was no risk of infection, or of irritating it, and ultimately, aside from the soreness she'd have for a little while, no sign it had just been done.

"Good," she said, meaning 'not too bad.' She nodded at his decision that the nipples should be next, even if he sort of asked it questioningly, she would've gone with whatever he said.

She looked down at her bare chest, and then to the woman, who had prepared to do the next two piercings. She could see the little steel barbells that would be put in already. They could, she knew, pick out a type of piercing to replace them with whenever they liked, which she expected would be Morgan's choice. She knew very little to nothing about piercings, and that he wanted them for her was enough for her.

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Morgan moved, so that he would not get in the way as lady moved on to Olivia's nipples. He looked down at her, smiling, and cupped her chin to tilt her head back slightly, so that he could look her in the eyes.

"It looks lovely," Morgan said, lifting one finger to touch the ring in her lip, doing it very softly so as to not cause any undue pain or irritation. As lovely as it was, however, it was also a practical thing. With the proper jewelry, a fine chain attached to the ring would make as useful a leash as one attached to a collar. It was simply one of the plans he had, that he had not shared with Olivia. She'd understand, he knew she would, good girl that she was.

Too good for me, he thought, flashing a brief, faint smile, as much to himself as to her. Of course, she didn't seem to think so, and that was all that mattered. Because even if he was in control, she mattered, her feelings and her affection mattered, and her well-being mattered.

He looked down, to her chest, as the lady finished her preparations. The needle was mere inches from Olivia's nipple, and Morgan looked away, back to her, trying to appear as relaxed and at ease as he could, for her. He didn't know, but he expected the nipples would be more painful than the lip, but if he worried that the pain would be too much for her, he didn't show it. He simply gave her hand another gentle squeeze, as if to say, 'you're doing great'.


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Betsy grinned, "And, I dabbled a little in college... but, I was mostly focused on my work... The girl who only wears a pony tale and wears little makeup... well, the guys that I liked tended to like beautiful, put together women... so, there was a mismatch."

Betsy stretched, putting her hands above her head and nearly bursting through her top, "But, I think we might be a perfect match... we each bring something to the table that the other needs... and, you can help me grow beyond any expectations or boundaries..." She clutched her bulbous breasts, "Besides these Petri dishes can potentially make delicious healthy milk that can help hundreds of people... especially if the formula can be tweaked and improved." She grinned, "And, I wouldn't want them triple this size... that would be cumbersome... but, maybe double?"

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"Well, I mean I did alright back at the lab and I'm sure I could do a little more stamina training so that I can keep up with your... urges. I certainly wouldn't be much use as a boyfriend if my girlfriend were constantly stewing in her own juices, would I?" Isaac observed. He nodded in agreement to her remarks, but frowned slightly when she mentioned the nutritional balance of her milk and the size of her breasts.

"Well, like I said before there are practical limitations we have to work within. Bigger breasts means a heavier skeleton, which means more muscle, which means more energy and weight, which means a bigger heart and lungs, which means a higher calorie intake and a more efficient digestive system. You enter a feedback loop of everything having to increase to support everything else. I'm not saying that it's not doable. I'm saying you can't just make your boobs bigger without having to do other things and that is more complicated. We can find something that works I'm sure, we can do bigger I'm sure. I just won't promise you something that I end up being unable to give you. Does that makes sense?" He asked.

The food was good, not quite as good as he had hoped it might be, but certainly good enough. They moved onto dessert and then Isaac insisted on paying the bill promptly so that they made it to the cinema on time for the film to start. The screening was almost entirely empty as they settled into their VIP seats at the back with drinks and snacks.

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She shrugged when he gave her a strange look, "I'm not sure what's going on... I just feel like my changes... whether they were forced on me or not... are how I should've been born..." She laughed, "Well, not born... but, after grown that way to maturity... Are my hormones all out of whack?" She shrugged again and nodded, "Probably... I've seen the samples and analyzed them." She moved closer to him, "I like the idea of getting to know you better... and finding an awesome partner that... I can share my new authentic self with."

Betsy did move in for the kiss, and planted a heated, scorching, tongue wagging, toe curling kiss on him in the restaurant. Her large breasts were pressed against him as she kissed him several times, her plump lips were warm and inviting. After a minute or so, she broke the embrace and finished the dinner with Isaac's, enjoying herself and having fun. She smiled when he offered to pay for dinner, "You can do this one... but, I'm going to do the next..."

She liked walking with him to the theater, even with the looks they were getting, mostly focused on her display of cleavage. She was obviously comfortable in her skin and didn't mind showing it off, she had a new found confidence, a bounce in her step, and a sparkling glint in her eye. She sat down with her date and their drinks and snacks, ready for a fun night out at the movies.

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After a few minutes the lights began to dim and then the screen flickered and lit up as the adverts began to roll. Isaac groaned and leaned over to whisper in her ear.

"I swear the adverts last as long as the film now." As he spoke he let his hand came to rest on her bare thigh and then trailed up towards her knee. He began to draw it slowly back down. "It's pretty quiet you know and we are on the back row. We're almost obligated to have a bit of a kiss and a fumble." He said playfully as his fingers trailed higher and higher up her inner thigh towards the hem of her dress and began to inch it up. His tone was soft and playful and if she stopped his advances he would accept it without complaint. Otherwise his lips were right there waiting if she turned her head towards him.

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Betsy giggled when he suggested they act like smitten teenagers. With a smirk, she moved closer towards him, until her body was pressed against him. Her mouth eagerly and hungrily seeked his out. One of her hands rested on his leg, while the other twirled around her chest, tenting the fabric around her hardening nipple.

She blushed, "We could be naughty if you like..." Betsy was fine kissing him and keeping her hand on his leg as they fondled each other. She was having fun and enjoying herself, not too concerned about the dark, nearly empty theater.

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In the half darkness of the back of the theater it was harder to see, but he definitely heard the arm rest between them being swung out of the way and then felt as those massive soft breasts of hers came riding up against his chest as she leaned in to kiss him full on the lips. Her hand came down on his thigh as his brushed higher up under her skirt until his fingers brushed over her panties or bare skin if she was being extra naughty and wasn't actually wearing any.

His other hand followed hers to her breast, tracing around the nipple she had already stimulated into hardness and beginning the tweak and knead it with the rougher edge that he remembered she seemed to prefer from their first encounter at the lab. Her fingers were free to find and brush over the gentle bulge in his pants that showed how exactly how this heavy petting was affecting him.

[User] Betsy popped out her left breast with a smirk, as Isaac's hand looked under her dress, revealing she was indeed wearing some sort of lacy panties. Her own hand was rubbing and fondling Isaac through his clothes, while the other was helping to support her weight as she was kissing him and sucking on his lips, soft moaning sounds as she was working herself into a frenzy. Her own hard nipple ached and she smiled, leaning closer so he could easily close his lips around it. She sighed softly, "Mmmhmm... that feels nice..." she purred.

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In the partial light from the flickering screen Isaac was definitely able to see when Betsy pulled one side of her dress back, her massive tit plopping free, bouncing and swaying against the other. His fingers ran over her skin and he still couldn't believe that it was so soft, so warm and heavy. His thumb traced over the line between nipple and breast, the change in skin obvious to his touch as their kisses became hot and fierce, lips unlocking and tongues flicking and tangling. For a moment her hand roamed across his groin, her palm pressing right against the bulge in his pants as his fingers traced over lace and sheer fabric. Then she was leaning away, breaking the kiss to arch her back. Her hand slid under her breast lifting it and guiding the fat nipple right to his lips as she leaned back in.

He rubbed his lips against it, refusing to take it into his mouth for a few seconds before slowly letting it work in as he parted his lips and then with a draw of his tongue he pulled it into his mouth, pinched down on it with his teeth and began to suckle, very definitely trying to get her milk to flow right there in the cinema as the fingers of his hand pressed to the gusset of her panties, caressing along her sex, trying to find and tease the nub of her clitoris through the fabric.

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Betsy gasped as he rubbed her through her panties, which of course were a very thin, lacy fabric. As he continued to suckle from her breast, she could feel the warm tingling, which almost by itself caused her to start to orgasm. The warmth and heat shot through her, causing her entire body to tingle as she moved to kiss him, both to muffle the sounds of her moaning and because she liked how he felt on her lips.

Her other hand went down to his crotch, her hand massaging his hardness through his jeans. She smirked as she moved to remove her panties, purring as she whispered, she dangled her panties in her hands, "You want to... have some fun right now?"


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Feeling is weight down on her, Katrina realized that she didn't have anywhere to move to and now she was officially trapped. Although she still tried to struggle against him until she heard him speak and listened. She knew that he could hurt her and that he probably would, but the reason why he wanted her in the first place still confused her. Mark seemed to not like her, or who she looked like, but as to who that was she didn't know. Seeing him lean towards her, she cringed at the thought that he was going to touch her. A look of disgust came to her face as she felt his tongue and the kiss.

"You'll never find out." She replied as she moved her head away from him, not liking the feeling that he was being to close.

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Mark guffawed at her matter-of-fact statement, shaking his head slowly as he stared down at her. "My dear, you are in no position to stop me from doing what I won't, nor are hardly in the state to try." He grabs her face again, fingers pressing into her cheeks, and makes her look at him. "I'm surprised you're as energetic as you are, considering how much I just took from you. I must say, though... I don't think it was enough. Not nearly. "His eyes grow cold as he continues to stare down at her for several moments. He stands suddenly, grabbing her wrists tightly and dragging her along as he walks backwards in the direction of his coffin.

As he approaches the coffin, however, he turns a few feet short of it and walks her over to a small, circular metal handle on the wall, probably there to allow access to another coffin inside the wall of the tomb. Still holding onto one of her wrists, he pulls out his belt from the loops around his waist and begins wrapping it around her wrists, tying her there to the loop of metal. "I don't want to trying to escape again, now do I?" he says in a chill voice as he squats next to her. He runs a single finger down her neck until it touches just above her heart, pretending his fingertip is actually the tip of a wooden stake, pressing down rather forcefully as he imagines it penetrating into her chest. "There were times... When I would imagine what it would feel like to have splinters in my heart." He seems oddly distant as he continues imagining the scenario, though his finger doesn't let up, and instead he begins twisting it in place, digging into her skin through the fabric of her shirt.

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He was right, Katrina wasn't in a position to say anything about what he was going to do to her. The fingers in her cheeks forced her eyes to look at him, even thought she wanted to look away. "What wasn't enough?" She questioned as she gave him a glare, she was a little woozy but that didn't mean that she couldn't fight him, at least she hoped so. The cold gaze made her shiver like she was staring into the face of death, like she was staring into her own death. Being drug to the coffin, she thought that he was going to put her in it, but she saw that he was taking her to what looked like to be a metal hoop.

Feeling the belt wrap around her wrist, she looked from him to belt as she tired to pull away from him, which seemed hard as she started to feel herself losing her energy, it must have been when he took her blood. Tensing up as the touch of his finger, she closed her eyes not wanting to look at him anymore, when she felt his finger press into chest, they snapped open as she gave a yelp of pain. "And what does that have to do with me?" She asked him.

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Mark leaned in closer to her, his eyebrows snapping together as he yelled at her acidly, "Maybe I should put one in your heart, and see how you like it!" It took several moments for the echoes of his voice to die down. Would someone outside hear? The long moments of silence afterward, his burning glare remaining locked onto her, was the clear answer. Rather than tie the belt to the metal handle, as originally intended it seems, he grabbed the belt tied around her wrists and dragged her to the coffin after all. Realizing that if he hoisted her up by the belt it would probably break, he grabbed her wrists again and pulled her to her feet, stepping forward so as to force her back against the coffin and the pedestal it rested on. Rather than let her fall back into the coffin, though, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him instead. "Careful, wouldn't want you falling into that musty old thing. Or worse, falling over and breaking something on that pretty little body of yours."

The hand circled around her waist slid slowly downward, feeling the curves of her backside. The other hand slid across the skin of her cheek and neck, indulging himself in the softness of her skin once again. "Whenever I see you I think of that wretched bitch of a hunter who locked me away, and I want to inflict so many wounds upon your person, so that I can spill every drop of your blood. But then, I think... that would be such a waste, being as pretty as you are, and other, more pleasant things come to mind. Perhaps you can help me decide which fantasy to indulge. Hmm?" He looked at her expectantly, then, his eyebrows raised in question. The hand upon her neck slowly began to squeeze, and it seemed that perhaps he was expecting an answer soon.

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When he yelled at Katrina, fear coursed through her body as she turned her head away from him, not wanting to see his glare. Once the yell finished echoing off the walls, the silence that followed seemed to take forever and she had to turn her head to look at him, perhaps trying to see what his next move was. Being drugged to the coffin, she thought that he was going to put her in it after all, when she was hoisted to her feet and her back rested on it and she felt his hands going around her back, which caused her to tense up and try to move way from the touch on her cheek and neck. Pretty? Yeah right, she knew that she was pretty and whatever fantasy he had in mind for her, either way it didn't sound good, weather he wanted to hurt her or something. What was this thing about the hunter that hurt him, and why did he see fit to take it out on her.

A gasp passed her mouth as she tried to get what little air she could, from the squeezing on her neck. "I'm not helping you decided." She stated as she looked directly at him, stubborness in her gaze. With her wrists still tied, she tired to push him away, which seemed weak, as she still didn't have enough energy to push him fully and her will to fight him was the only thing that was keeping her from passing out.

[Assistant] Mark snorted lightly at her response, pausing a moment to think. "I've tasted enough of your blood, for the moment..." He said, with a sneer following his words. "So, perhaps I will save further violence for a later time. You are, after all, quite pretty." His eyes roamed over her body again, one hand keeping hold of her bound hands, the other caressing lightly down over her chest. "Of course, if you continue to resist, that decision may change." He continued to let his fingers play lightly over her curves, though as he did so, his touch became slowly more desperate and longing. It was obvious he missed being so close to a female. Or perhaps he missed being this close to anyone at all, and not separated by the wooden walls of his prison.

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"I'm not pretty." Katrina said to him as she looked right into his eyes. How dare he say she was pretty, when she knew for a fact that she wasn't. His touches were unwelcome at first but she slowly got use to them. It felt like he wasn't touching her like he could, but like he was desperate for something. Other then that, it was still unwelcomed and she shifted.

"Don't touch me." She stated as she tired to move away from his hands. He must have been down her a long time if he was touching her like that.


[User] Leo didn't really have anywhere to go except back to that guard shack. He wasn't ready to see his brothers just yet. But he was interested in seeing if she really was a dragon or not. She seemed rather advent about it, so he followed her, "I have no where to go after this, but I wouldn't mind you proving if you really are what you say you are," he still didn't quite believe her.

[Assistant] Alex touched Leo's shoulder and, before he had a chance to react, flashed them to the field she and her friends used for combat practice in their animal forms and where Alex cam to fly when she just needed to stretch her wings. "Hopefully you don't have a weak stomach" she said as they appeared in the football stadium sized field. She walked a little bit away from Leo so she had space to change.

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The transportation was enough to convince Leo that she wasn't normal. It was something he'd been through before and never found it to be a sign of a human. Whatever she was, she wasn't human. Leo was sure of that now. He'd thought she'd smelt a little strange for a human, but then again he'd smelt some strange humans before.

"I don't have a weak stomach," he'd seen plenty in his life and had to deal with some of the strange things his brothers liked to eat. Leo sat on the ground and watched her.

The first thing he noticed was wings. They seemed to sprout from her back. Amazed, he continued to watch. Leo had never seen something transform like this in front of him before, "...you weren't lying..." he said softly. She was a dragon. One of the few creatures in the world that he hadn't believed in before now.

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Alex gave him a dragonic smirk. Which, like any other happy emotion a dragon could show, made one wonder if the dragon was thinking about eating you. _Of course I wasn't lying._ she thought at him before flashing back to her human form, completely dressed. "I was raised with an animal's moral code, which doesn't include deceit. That's why I prefer animals to humans most days. You know what your getting with an animal."

She flashed herself back over to Leo and sat down, in no way tired from using her magic. "Trust me when I say an animal makes a better acquaintance. Animals only attack for two reasons, to protect themselves and to protect their own. I can think of only one who holds an animal heart that is motivated by money, but he owns one of the best clubs in this time period and cares about that bottom line."

"So when do you think you'll be ready to see your family again?" She gave him an expectant look.

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Leo was amazed. Her dragon form was beautiful. He'd never seen anything like it before. He couldn't help but stare. So beautiful and majestic. Leo was truly impressed. When she went back to her human form, he was a little disappointed. Such a beautiful woman turned into something even more beautiful. It didn't quite seem fair that he was stuck with how his body looked and she could become two different things, but that wasn't something that could be changed.

"...my family?" he'd forgotten everything for a moment. Shaking his head, he looked at the ground, "I don't know... when it's time for me to see them again, I'll know. Till then I'll just be on my own I guess."

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Alex noted an odd emotion in Leo's eyes and what looked like disappointment when she returned to her human form. "Do you have a place to stay until you decide to see your family? And don't tell me it's a decrepit old guard shack in Central Park because I don't like my friends staying such conditions when I have perfectly good bed and couch at my place."

"And I won't be against you staying at my place because I've had guys spend the night plenty of times, many worse in temperament and cleanliness than you."

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Leo didn't know what he was feeling at the moment, but for some reason he didn't feel as stubborn anymore. She was different to him now. She wasn't just a pretty human. She was a creature like himself, even if she was more pleasant to look at. Normally he would of lied and said that he did have a place to stay, but he didn't want to lie to her, "I don't have anywhere to go... I don't want to interfere with your life though. I wouldn't feel right doing that. It's in my nature to not want to ruin people's lives or mess things up," he smiled lightly. Leo knew she wouldn't allow him to sleep outside like that, so he knew he would give in.

"I really appreciate the offer. You don't have to do this though. I know I'm probably not the best kind of house guest," even if he was cleaner and such than most. Leo knew what he was and that it disgusted some people. Even April, one of his best friends, look at him like a freak sometimes even though she didn't mean it, "I promise I won't cause any trouble."

[Assistant] "You'd be no trouble, I'm sure. Considering I've had both a tiger and a hawk sleep on my couch that brought a tessera each to my door step, I doubt you could be any more trouble, especially since those to left me to take out those two-bit flea bags by myself." She gave him a grin. "If you don't mind finding ways to entertain yourself while I'm out, you'll hardly interrupt my day. I'm not too busy anyway so it's rather easy to juggle what little I do do, around."

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Leo was at a loss for words. This woman was very kind and he was still being an ass about it all. He couldn't help but be stubborn though, "Thank, I'll be as good a guest as I can," he said with a smile and gave her a slight bow. Leo was very well mannered, more so than most of his brothers, "And if there is anything I can do for you, feel free to ask. I'm not great at house work, but I can do it," he smiled again.

Leo couldn't believe how beautiful she was. Alex was unlike anyone he'd met before. Not just because of how accepting she was, but also because of her strange species.

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"Then don't be afraid to eat" Alex said as she climbed to her feet and dusted her butt off. "I might not keep food in my cupboards but I have quite a few good restaurants on speed dial that deliver at all hours of the day and night. If the delivery men knew I usually ate most of the food I ordered by myself, I'm sure they'd have a seizure or something."

Holding her hand out to Leo to give him a chance to show that he trusted her, at least a little bit, she added "And you get to pick tonight's movie. I like every movie in my collection so you can't pick something I won't watch."

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Leo looked at her hand for a moment, unsure of what to do with it at first. A little nervous, he set his own three digit hand into her slender one, "I'm really no good with movies. I never really watched them growing up. My brother Mikey was always the one more interested in TV, movies, music, and things like that," he smiled, "I'll watch anything once though."

Leo felt something in his chest as he touched her hand. It was warm and strong. Alex was beautiful in his eyes, something he'd never thought about a woman before. Maybe he'd been away from people for a little too long.

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Alex smiled as Leo placed his hand in her own before flashing them back to her apartment. "Just go pick something from over there that catches you attention." She motioned towards the rack near her TV that held several dozen movies. "I haven't found one person who can't find something of interest in my collection. I've had cousins from the past come to visit, think me a complete fool for being surrounded by so much electricity, and sing my praises when they discover the movies I have."

She walked over to the paper caddy she had sitting next to her microwave and began looking through food menus. "And I'll expect your input on food. I don't care if you hide in your room when the delivery guy shows up, but you will have a choice in what we eat." She noted the time as approaching eleven as she picked through her menus.


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Mr. Gladstone hushed the class as customary, wanting to make an announcement. "For those of you who don't know, we have a new student joining us this year." he motioned to a boy sitting near the middle of class; there were very few students at the AP level of English so he did stand out as new. The boy was tall, just about 6'2 and looking almost like he might have mistakenly wandered into a high school from a college track team. He had a free spirit about him that caught most of the girls' eyes (apart from his handsome, gentle features) accentuated by his bright red hair tied back in a loose ponytail.

"He placed highest in his last school's standardized testing... in fact, I think his test was the highest in the state..." Gladstone fumbled through some papers. The boy blushed slightly. "So even though he should have been in a higher-level class this is the most our school can offer. So, you all might want to consider him for your writing partner."

"Please, sir, if I may? I'd just like to start class." the boy said modestly. He decided to introduce himself first, before Gladstone had a chance to embarrass him further, making him seem stuck-up when really, he wasn't, he just did his best and it happened to be better than most people could do. "Hi, everyone. I'm Greg Anderson, nice to meet you all." he waved, looking around the class. His voice was calm and gentle, and his smile irresistible. He seemed to avoid eye contact, though, and turned roughly away when he nearly locked eyes with Candice.

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Candice felt an uncharacteristic emotion bubbling within her as Mr. Gladstone welcomed Greg to the class: worry. There hadn't been any other students who could match her in the classroom, or outside of it, since her sophomore year. As the class got underway, Candice tried to put it out of her mind. So he scored well, so what? Candice had scored well also, and she doubted like hell that Greg had the highest score in the state.

She found herself glancing at Greg often during the class, unable to pry her thoughts from him. _Forget him, Candice,_ she told herself. _It's all hot air._

For the rest of the day, though, the school was buzzing with talk about the "new guy" and what an uber-student he was supposed to be. By the end of the day, Candice's worry had blossomed into full fledged concern.

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Sixth period, P.E. class, had arrived and Greg and Candice also had that in common, not just their advanced English class. Many of the boys and girls were chatting about what kind of athlete he was. Track tryouts were coming up soon and only a few students were chosen for the squad, the best of the best. Lap running was part of the class' warm-up and although it wasn't intended to be a race of any sort, some of the students did get in front of the other students and would sprint against each other to see who could clear the track first.

Greg hadn't gotten his P.E. uniform yet so he went out in his shorts and a tank top, which showed off even more what he'd had beneath his shirt earlier-a very well-defined chest and abs and very firm biceps. He began doing stretches and other stationary warm-ups while the others watched, unaware of all the attention he was getting. This was just routine to him, if you didn't stretch and warm-up properly you could strain yourself or get hurt.

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Candice found herself staring at the new guy just like everyone else, and it was starting to piss her off. Okay, so he was smart and hot. So what? She glanced around at the reaction of the students around her. They acted like Greg was a movie star or something.

_Hey, who won that trophy back in the hall?_ Candice thought with a sudden fury, wanting to shout it out.

Once again, she had to remind herself that this was Greg's first day, and he was just the neat, new thing. The shine would wear off after a few days, after which he would blend in with everyone else. _And if he doesn't, I'll just have to kick his ass academically and in athletics, just to remind everyone who the star is around here,_ she thought, giving Greg a glum look.

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Greg didn't know Candice's name even though she and everyone knew his, so he tried not thinking much of the look she was giving him. If he didn't know her, no harm could come from it, right? He finished with his warm-ups, and started doing some back-flips, a result of some gymnastics training he'd done with his older sister before she went off to college. He was feeling loose and limber and ready to start.

The coaches finally came out, barking instructions. Apparently they hadn't gotten wind of Greg's arrival or record, so they didn't acknowledge him like the AP English teacher had. Thank god, Greg thought, not wanting even more attention drawn to him. He was already feeling so out of place here, everyone staring at him all the time. He didn't seem to realize that it was in a good way... partially thanks to Candice's harsh stares.

"Hey, new guy, wanna race?" some of the guys going out for the track team challenged him. He wasn't really in the mood, but peer pressure was a powerful motivator, at least, since he was so new and wanted to at least not be known for backing down from a challenge. He assumed the sprinting stance the others did, wondering just how many of them were going to be participating in this unofficial race, since a few of the girls were joining in too, though they all seemed to be beaming at him.

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Candice saw the new guy lining up for a race, some of the others challenging him. Wanting to get in on that, Candice jogged over to join in. This would be a good chance to prove herself against Greg.

In her sophomore year, Candice had not only lettered in Track and Field, she had set a school record for the 100-yard dash. There was only one runner on the men's team who could beat her time, and his dad was an olympic athlete. That guy wasn't around at the moment. She stretched, then took up her position. She flashed the new guy a quick smile, then got ready to run.

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The coach's whistle blew and even though Greg was distracted by the mixed signals he was getting from that weird girl, he flew to his feet and his long legs pumped like pistons in a V8 engine. He, unlike the others, wasn't looking back to see who was left behind and that only increased his speed as he rounded the half-way point on the track since he wasn't holding back at all. Do your best, don't let anything distract you until you're done. That's how his dad taught him and it made sense. So once he finished the 100 meters he found himself being stopped by the coach who was holding onto a stopwatch and looking weak in the knees. "You just broke this school's record, son!" he exclaimed. "Hell, I think this is better than the state's record!"

"Ah, jeez..." Greg rolled his eyes, jogging away for another lap. He didn't like people pointing out how he was doing better than others, what did he care? Everybody was different, and there were people who were better than him at lots of things like music and art. Too bad lots of people just got jealous and refused to take solace in that.

He caught up to some of the others who'd stopped sprinting once they had seen how far ahead he shot; he didn't see the girl who kept giving him strange looks, she must have been at the other end of the track by now. He just blushed when all the girls started crowding around him and were complimenting and praising him. Most of them were cheerleaders, the type who loved the football player type, and he wasn't about to let them influence him into joining the team when he wanted to focus more on his own fitness and academics.

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As soon as the race started, Candice knew it was over. The new guy just flew out like a bird. Candice ran as hard as she could, but Greg just pulled away steadily and surely. As she finished, huffing and puffing, her eyes bore into his back as he stood among his new groupies. This was definitely a problem.

Candice straightened herself up. She may have lost, but she didn't have to look like she had lost. She walked up to him and gave Greg a smile. "Nice race. Looks like you've done this before!" she said, keeping her tone light.


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Julia faced the last beast, but was surprised to see several tentacles come out of the water right next to her. Apparently this beast had the ability to bring out these long things towards its target. Frowning, she wasn't sure how to assault all of them at once. They struck first, and quickly went for her arms, wrapping themselves around her arms and opening small mouths, striking with sharp tooth. Julia winced as they bruised and cut her skin, but she quickly brought her arms high in the air, forcing the tentacles to let go, and as soon as they did, she grabbed both of them in her hands and squeezed, using all her strength, her arm muscles bulging under the pressure. The two tentacles then dropped to the floor, lifeless.

But as she had been busy with these two, the others had also attacked. Four of them were on her side and back, and then attacked at her hip level. First, they encountered her brown shorts, wet but still in one piece. As they used their mouths against it however, that didn't last long. Her shorts were completely ripped apart, shredded into pieces, slowly revealing more and more skin, until the whole thing dropped to the ground, leaving her with nothing but white panties. As they went to attack that however, Julia had gotten rid of the first 2 and then proceeded to do the same to these as well. She punched the tentacles away from her, then grabbed them one at a time, squeezing them, and throwing them against the wall.

Looking around, she could swear that she had seen 2 more but they weren't visible anymore. As she started walking in the direction of the beast, the last two tentacles wrapped around her boots and made her trip. As she fell on her side into the water, they went straight for her chest. Going through her already shredded top took no time, and soon her large, well rounded breasts were revealed. She managed to grab one of them and keep it from going further, but the other bit straight at one of her nipple. Julia screamed in pain as blood started dripping from it, and grabbed the last one, throwing it against the wall as well.

With all of the beast's defenses gone, Julia stood back up, naked except for her panties and boots, her skin bruises at several places and a shredded nipple, and she rushed at the beast, dispatching it easily. Next, she looked around and tried to find who was responsible for these hideous creatures. That's when she saw him through the glass of his viewing room. She squinted her eyes, pure rage visible on her face.

"You fucker... I'm gonna destroy you!" Spotting a door leading out of the pit, she charged at it.

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Spence's eyes grew in fear as he watched the explorer finish off his last monster. Once he saw her run for the only exit and quickly ran over and slammed his fist down on a button the shut the door in her face. Now that she was trapped again he walked back over to his desk and picked up the handgun and walked out onto a catwalk that overlooked the pit. "You think you're so clever don't you? You think that just because you killed three of my creations that you're free to go. Think again bitch! This is my home, my kingdom. Here I make the rules, I decide who lives, down here I am god!" he yelled as he aimed the handgun at her.

He had never fired a gun before in his life so his hand was shaking, his nervousness and hesitation would be painfully obvious from where she was. He squeezed the trigger only to miss, the bullet hitting the water three feet in front of her. Once he got a quick feel for how it felt he quickly pulled the trigger again and again until the magazine was empty, having missed every shot.

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Julia was surprised at the reaction from this apparent scientist. These were his creations? His beasts? What kind of sick individual was this! Her thoughts were cut short however when he started shooting. She didn't have much room to hide, and she tried her best to duck down, but fortunately he was obviously pretty bad with weapons.

As soon as he was done shooting, she spotted a pipe going down on one of the wall, and going near the walkway he was standing on. This wouldn't prove too difficult for her trained body, so she charged forward and jumped on the pipe, then climbed up towards him. As she did, she looked at him with angry eyes. "Just wait until I get to you, asshole!"

[Assistant] Spence watched as she ran towards the pipe and started climbing up towards him. He threw the gun down at her only for it to hit the pipe just above her head and bounce off into the water. Seeing that he was out of options he turned and ran back into his office. He looked around for a way out but his labs were on the other side across the catwalk and he couldn't turn back at this point. Seeing that he was trapped, he turned and waited for his should be prisoner to arrive, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anger.

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As Julia came into the room, she looked nothing like she had when she originally entered the temple. She was completely naked saved for dirty panties and her pair of boots, she was soaking wet, bruised at multiple places including a shredded, bleeding nipple, and breathing hard, looking exhausted. But she also seemed terrifying, with fire in her eyes, anger on her face, her hands into fists. She had gone through the hardest trial of her life, but through it all, Julia also hid a secret. Challenging fights turned her on, and this one had been extremely challenging so far. Her pussy was wet, and her nipples were erect, as the incredible pain she had gone through so far had mixed into the perfect combination of pain and pleasure.

But now, she had her target cornered, and it was time to make him pay. He didn't look that scary or menacing, which actually disappointed her, wanting a more challenging prey, kind of like a final boss in an game encounter. Instead he looked like a scientist, and was probably the one who invented those creatures. She slowly advanced towards him, squinting her eyes.

"Now you're mine, asshole. I have to say, this was a very stimulating experiment you ran there. I had a lot of fun even. But you tried to kill me, so I'm gonna have to do the same to you. Only, first I'm going to pound you to the ground, and beat you up so badly you won't be recognizable. Then I'll kill you."

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Spence's eyes moved up and down her body as she stood before him. Despite his current situation he couldn't help but take advantage of the fact that she was almost completely naked. While his life did have its odd perks, women sadly weren't one of them. While she spoke he could feel his cock slowly begin to harden. "I won't go so easily." he said before charging at her.

He swung his fist to hit her in the face, the pain shooting through his hand stopping him in his tracks. His teeth clenched as he tightly gripped his knuckles and backed away. He had never been one for physical encounters so the pain from hitting her was definitely a new experience. He knew that he had only pissed her off even further and slowly backed away.

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Julia stopped her advance for a moment as he suddenly went towards her, but then he apparently cramped up and stopped in his tracks. It was pathetic to see and all she could do was shake her head. She resumed her walking towards him and quickly reached him, having now pinned him against the back wall. Even though she was a girl, her muscular build and angry expression made her loom over him.

She brought a hand into a fist, and without losing any time, went straight for his chest, hoping to give him a strong, powerful punch right into him, hopefully forcing the air out of his lungs. As she did, she unconsciously brought her other hand to her panties, slipping it inside and starting to caress herself just as she was starting her beat up. It was clear that the fight was highly arousing to her. "Now it's time for you to suffer!"