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Samantha stood patiently at the front door of the residence she had been delivered to. Even though it was a nice cool spring day she need not have worried about being hot in her short sleeve white blouse and gray skirt. Her black heels made her look smart along with her dark rimmed glasses. Granted the glasses were only for effect. She could see perfectly without them. Still Samantha waited patiently for the owner to show up for she was would soon be a resident here as well.

Silently within her cerebral cortex she reviewed the purchase info stored in her data matrix. The woman who lived here was named Camille. The woman was said to have a particular fetish about how she wanted her pussy to be pleased. A wide smile curled on Samantha's pink lips. She would give Camille that and more. She had to after all. It was her purpose for being. The wind blew gently through Samantha's long brown hair as she turned to regard the oncoming vehicle that was approaching the house.

Samantha felt eagerness well up inside her as the car drew closer. Samantha pondered how the woman would look when she arrived. Samantha herself was fit, standing at about 5'9''. Her deep blue eyes refracted the sunlight perfect within her lenses as it reflected off the windshield. Samantha stepped forward and straightened in preparation as the vehicle pulled into the driveway.

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It was a very long day at court for Camille as she was finally driving the 10 mile trek back home. Sure, being a public defender meant that she had to put up with some of the worst of the worst criminals that the court system had to offer but she was always glad to get home after a long week of trying her best to defend them and make some deals with the district attorneys to try to lighten the sentences as much as she could when those defendants knew what they did was wrong. Most of her job after the arraignments were over was all of the paperwork. The mass of having to fill out all of the forms were the reason why she was coming home so late.

On the way home, she was hoping that she would be able to relax after a long week. As Camille was reaching her house, she was not expecting someone to be there at her home at this time of the evening. Though the sun was setting, Camille drove her 2004 gold Toyota Solara close to the driveway to see the vision of beauty that seemed to be waiting for her. The dark brown hair of the woman and the perfect body seemed to excite Camille more and more. The 5'7'' woman with long golden blonde hair and dark glasses and petite body parked her car in awe as she was a little shocked to say the least. Stepping out of her car wearing a blue blazer with a white blouse underneath it, a pair of dark blue slacks and a pair of black heels which made her 5'7'' height raise up a couple of inches, Camille took her brown purse and black briefcase out of the car and walked towards the beautiful woman.

With the clacking of her heels marking each step on the concrete, she couldn't help but to feel excitement but she had to be professional about it at first. "Hello. May I help you?" She asked in her anticipation, not quite sure if this was the woman who would change her life or not.

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Samantha smiled seeing the tired yet still attractive woman walk up to her from her car. Her sensors detected Camille was quite weary from obviously what had been a long day. Her exhaustion would only aid Samantha in her task. Samantha tilted her head slightly to the left in an inquisitive nature. "Hello. You are Camille, yes? This is your home?" Samantha reached out, offering Camille her hand in greeting. "My name is Samantha. I am here in response to your online ad?" Samantha's sensors picked up a sudden increase in heart rate and perspiration from Camille. The girl was excited, that much Samantha could see.

"Perhaps, we could go inside where it is cool and discuss things further?" Samantha inquired, her eyes meeting Camille's and beginning to shine a bright azure blue. Inside her pupils were a deep blue spiral turning inwardly endlessly . "You look like you could use a rest." The android suggested. "Your feet must be aching in those shoes."

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Yes, Camille's excitement rose up as soon as she was introduced to Samantha. She couldn't notice her own slight perspiration but right now, it didn't matter. Shaking Samantha's hand in her greeting, she heard the suggestion to go inside of her house to rest. With bright azure blue eyes meeting her own lighter shade of blue eyes, all Camille could do was nod in her agreement.

Walking up to the front door, she opened it up and let Samantha come inside. As soon as the door opened, a bright fading sunlight showed through the large back window in the living room leading to a grove of trees that could look like the beginnings of a redwood forest. To their left was a small hallway that led to the large kitchen that she wished that she had time to fully use. An oven and stove came to the left with a counter leading to a small bar where she could relax. If they were to look further to the right beyond the bar, it would lead to a small den which she converted to her office. To their right was a hallway that led to a door that went into the master bedroom and then to a door that led to a spare bedroom. To the back of the hallway led to a door that was the guest bathroom

Camille could feel really exhausted as she moved towards the living room. To their left was a long couch that covered almost the entire wall with a rustic coffee table in front of it. To their right was an entertainment system that housed a 45 inch TV, two bookshelves of DVDs and speakers to the left and right of it. If they were to look up above the couch, they would notice two smaller surround speakers bolted to the wall above it. It was home to her and she was glad that she was able to be able to rent it for as long as she could.

Sitting down on the couch, she let out a loud sigh of relief as she was feeling very excited but also a little confused. "I am curious. How did you get here so fast? I didn't expect anyone to come until tomorrow at the earliest." She admitted. Sure, Samantha was very beautiful but she wanted some answers to the questions that she knew that she would be presenting.

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"What a lovely home." Samantha commented while looking around. The house would definitely suit her needs. The kitchen was quite adequate and Samantha was delightfully surprised by their being a second room. Quietly, she followed Camille into the living room and sat down next to her on a leather couch. It was soft and Samantha noticed Camille sink down into it. Samantha kept staring into Camille's eyes. "I was driven by a very nice driver."

It was not exactly the truth. She had been driven there and dropped off by van but it was not like she had a chauffeur. Still, Camille did not need to know that. Her lips curled in a pleasant smile. "The company I work for prides itself on fast response times and results. A good quality don't you think?" Samantha leaned in closer. Her hand slowly reached out and touched Camille's thigh. "When dealing with such ads such as yours it is important to respond quickly. Wouldn't you agree?"

Her first two fingers deftly circled on Camille's thigh suggestively. Her eyes go that deep blue color, drawing Camille in. "I am sure you have many questions but you seem tired. You should rest. Let me handle thins. Wouldn't that be nice?" Samantha suggested. Her voice was velvet soft and slow. Her fingers tiptoed higher up the young attorney's leg. "Just relax. It doesn't mater how I am here just that I am. isn't that right?" Her hand slid up to caress Camille's slacks, right over her crotch.

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It seemed that all of of Camille's questions were answered as to how Samantha got to her place and about the services that were to be provided. To Camille, those were all of the answers that she needed for now. Sure, there was going to be more questions but as soon as Samantha started to caress her thigh, all of the questions... even time seemed to stop. As soon as she looked into Samantha's darker blue eyes, it was as if she was losing herself in the moment.

Those magical words... ''Just relax'' were all that Camille needed to lean back into her leather couch. She barely heard the rest of the words but knowing that Samantha was there with her was all she needed to hear. With a soft nod, she could feel Samantha moving her hand up her own thigh and then... to the magical place that she always dreamed of. As soon as Samantha's fingers went to her slack covered crotch, Camille could not stop a small moan coming out of her mouth. This was starting to become heaven as she instinctively spread her legs out to give her new playmate total access to where her fantasies would take her.

"Please... touch me further. I need you... inside of me." She pleaded to the beautiful dark haired woman next to her. This was her fantasy and her dream all wrapped up into one. Leaning her head back behind the top of the couch, she was ready to feel all of the enjoyment and bliss that Samantha could bring her to. How far would Samantha could take her to was the only question in Camille's mind now.

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Samantha smiled wider, keeping her glowing eyes level with Camille. "Relax. I intend to. Just relax, look into my eyes, and take nice deep breaths." she instructed. Her hand began to undo the clasp of Camille's slacks. Carefully, almost teasingly slow, she peeled them open and began to stroke her fingers delicately over the panties underneath. Her nails caught the hem and pulled the panties up so her fingers could slide past. Then all at once the tips of her top two fingers were caressing the young attorney's slit.

"Relax. Look deeper. Surrender. Let me take care of you." Samantha coaxed, her voice soft, and seductive. Her other hand slid up and under the blouse she was wearing to cup Camille's right breast and give it a gentle squeeze. "That's right. You want this. Need this. Just let go and let me take care of you. That's all that matters right now." The spirals in the center of Samantha's eyes spun and swirled, holding Camille's attention as the android continued to tease and pleasure her. Samantha could feel Camille sinking and beginning to relax as her heart rate quickened.

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As Camille looked into Samantha's eyes, the relaxing feelings enveloped her entire body as she sat back in the couch even further than she was before. This was more like it as Camille was becoming more and more mesmerized by the swirling of her playmate's eyes. It seemed to be a slow type of hypnosis and it was working to perfection. She could feel Samantha undoing the clasp of her slacks and slowly move her hand inside of them. Gentle and soft were the touches from Samantha as she felt the soothing nails of her lover's fingers.

She let out a relaxing moan as she felt Samantha's hand slip up inside of her blouse and caress her right breast and up her nipple. Her heart did quicken and her breathing was deep and filled with soft moans. She was caught in Samantha's trance as she kept her eyes onto Samantha while leaning in closer towards her new lover. "Yes. Relax. Into you." She moaned softly while feeling relaxed but also very comfortable. Spreading her legs even wider, she was now allowing Samantha to have full access to her entire slit as she was now completely under her spell of bliss.

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"That's right. Sink. Submit to me. Succumb to the pleasure. Surrender. You need me. You want me. You can't think of being without me. You know I will take care of you," Samantha said, still in that soft sultry tone as her fingers caressed and teased Camille's pussy. Her sensors could detect every little tremble. Every twitch of the human's body. Her two forefingers slid in past her quivering lips and went inside, carefully teasing Camille's inner walls with the pads of her fingers. She began rolling them ever so gently.

"That's right. Give in. Just stare. Stare and Listen. You want more. You will do anything for more. You will let me move in. I live here now." Samantha instructed, her voice becoming more commanding as her fingers slipped deeper inside, teasing the girl's clit nice and slow. Already Samantha could feel her grow very wet. Camille had wanted this very much it seemed. That was good. It would make it easier for Samantha to control her.

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Camille was totally focused onto Samantha's eyes as if they were the one thing that she needed. Her words and her tone of voice kept Camille into a state of bliss that she only dreamed of. Was this a dream? It seemed not to be. Camille never imagined being hypnotized before in her life but the words from Samantha and the way that she spoke those words played a huge part in her own surrender. With Samantha still having her fingers inside of her, she could feel her body shaking and quivering just a bit. It wasn't an orgasm for sure... but Samantha seemed to find a way into her soul.

Still staring into Samantha's eyes, she could feel the pleasure seeping through her body. At the same time, the hypnotic suggestions coursed through her mind. _I need her... I want her... I totally can't live without her. Gods! She can take care of me!_ She thought to herself as she was only bound to listen and only gasp for air when she heard the other suggestions coming through. She totally wanted to speak but all that could come out of her mouth was gasps of pleasure. She was totally in Samantha's power now as the other suggestions came through.

_I want more... I need more. Yes... you are here to stay. I need you... I want you soo much!!_ Those thoughts seared through her racing mind was as she let out a loud gasp when Samantha placed her thumb onto her clit. If that wasn't the barrier to break through her own doubts, than Camille would never know what else it could be. The touch of her clit was the last barrier that Samantha had to break through. Immediately, she sunk down even further into the couch. She wasn't able to talk at all but her gasps and moans told a small part of the story. Her body was almost considered a hot mess by now but she still looked into Samantha's swirling eyes. Her body was totally shaking and quivering by now. it was just a matter of time before she would be completely under Samantha's control... but she wanted one last thing.

Release was what she needed. Even while hypnotized, she wanted to share it with Samantha. If Samantha didn't know this by now, than her orgasm and her pussy clenching all over Samantha's fingers would be the seal that would change her own life forever.

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"Look deeper and deeper. The more you look into my eyes, the deeper you go," Samantha cooed softly to the mesmerized girl. She moved her fingers in slow deliberate circles over Camille's clit. She could feel the girl's need building and approved. "Sink deeper. Surrender. Yes, you do need to cum. And when you do you will surrender completely to me.."

Samantha's sensors could see how aroused and warm Camille was getting. It was not hard to see that she had wanted this badly. It wouldn't take much to push her over the edge. Samantha leaned forward and kissed Camille's lips. Her fingers very gradually increased their rotation over the girl's wet and now throbbing clitoris. She could plainly feel Camille's walls clench and pull on her digits. "Mmm... So completely safe with me. Surrender knowing I will take care of you. If you just submit to me completely."

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Feeling the kiss from Samantha's lips while feeling her clit being manipulated into a work of art, Camille felt her body trembling and shaking. Safety, comfort and bliss were all of the feelings that she felt when her orgasm broke out. Muffled moans came from her throat as the sweet surrender was just beginning. She couldn't move her arms to embrace Samantha so all she could do was let the orgasmic ride continue throughout her body.

When the waves of pleasure finally washed away, she was still looking into her new mistress's eyes as if she was waiting for a command or a suggestion. Her own surrender was just beginning as deep inside of her mind, she would be safe in doing whatever her mistress would ask her to do.

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"Good. Let it all out. You belong to me. You are Mine. You will be safe. I will take care of everything. Just relax, enjoy, and obey." Samantha's fingers slid in and out, pushing more and more of Camille's juices out with every press of her fingertips. Samantha was not at all bothered as her fingers became soaked inside the girl. Samantha smiled seeing her suggestions were taking root in the human's mind. "So much better to give into the bliss. To surrender." Samantha's eyes continued to hold the girl's gaze even as Camille experienced orgasm.

Samantha detected the rise and slow fall of Camille's orgasm and once she had determined when it was done, she removed her wet fingers and offered them to Camille's waiting lips. "Suck." Samantha commanded, seeing how languid Camille lay there, completely and utterly caught in trance and pleasure. "Your days will remain normal and you will continue all daily routines but with the knowledge that I live here. I will be your everyday roommate and playmate when in public and in the presence of company but when alone you will know I am in control. Do you understand?"

[Assistant] With her orgasm completed, Camille felt safe with Samantha by her side. Her eyes still never looked away from her mistress as she laid there breathing heavily and in a trance like state. With the command to suck Samantha's fingers, she heard the other command and persuasions that were to come along with her new life. While still sucking her mistress's fingers, Camille let out a soft nod of her head in understanding while loving the taste of her own juices. This was what she wanted. This was what she needed. To have someone take control over her while being alone with a mistress. As the mental suggestions took hold, she was wondering what her mistress would have her do next.

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"Good girl. Good slave," Samantha purred in approval to Camille's dazed mind. "Now be god and confess to me your other desires. Your other kinks. You cannot lie to me. You cannot hide from me Anything. Just obey and do as told." Samantha softly, sensually instructed. "And while you are at it surrender any and all codes, passwords, bank information and the like. Your life is now Mine. You are to serve me and obey. Understood, Camille?"

Once satisfied that the girl had cleaned her fingers well enough, Samantha gently slid out her fingers. The wide smile of pleasure remained on the android's face, even as her eyes continued to swirl and mesmerize the young attorney. Samantha calmly listened as Camille answered her queries. Once satisfied, Samantha would stand up to her full height. She was about to command something else when the doorbell rang. Who could that be, wondered the android? She did not foresee any interruptions. Calmly she looked to Camille. "Make yourself decent and go answer the door." Then realizing Camille was still under, she added. "Act normal."

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"Yes, Mistress." Camille replied back in her dazed state as she started to explain all of her kinks and desires. "I love to be caressed, touched all over my body. I love to be licked, and held at times. I can be tied up and blindfolded. My desire is to have mistress take me out to somewhere in the open... in the beach or in the woods where mistress would caress me, lick me and finger me until I can't take any more." She explained as while she took out her phone and gave Samantha all of her passwords, bank information and those sort of things.

She was just seeing Samantha standing up when she barely heard the doorbell ring through her daze. Camille was starting to straighten herself up in her daze until the command of ''act normal'' came to her mind. Almost snapping out of her daze, she tucked in her blouse into her pants and zipped them up while straightening out her hair.

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"Very good, Camille. Now sit back down. You may have visitors. Act normal, Camille. Don't reveal who I am. Or what we have done together. Be careful." Samantha warned. "Don't worry, I won't tell." The android assured. She watched Camille as she tucked in her shirt and zipped her pants. It was clear the girl was still dazed. She had not fully awakened yet. But she would.

"Go ahead and answer the door. I will wait here. You are to behave normally. Don't let on who I am or what has happened between us." Samantha cautioned again. She had no doubt Camille would follow orders. The girl was a good girl. Samantha hoped she would keep her secret. The android was a little anxious about this visitor. What if it was someone who knew her? Or perhaps someone who might recognize her? No. She had to be careful.

Samantha settled back down on the couch and waited. She was curious to see how Camille would act when confronted.


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Lilian was happy to have a job at all. She was new in town, and with no friends, no real references, etc. it had been hard to find a paying gig in the close-knit resort community, where a lot of what determined where you got work was who you know, who had set aside a position for you, etc.

Fortunately, the perky young Dalmatian was just what the bar was looking for. Her three direct co-workers had been putting her through her paces on the first night---making sure she wasn't overwhelmed, but was definitely scrambling, getting used to the fast pace that would be the rule during the high season during a time when, if it came down to it, they could step in and bail her out. As the bar closed they had sent her to make sure the last few stragglers made it out the door and the front was locked up, and when she returned the place was empty.

She was, as far as she knew, alone, and facing an entire bar's worth of cleaning up.

"Son of a bitch..." She sighed, jumping when Luke called out to her in surprise, and headed toward the cleaning supplies. "Thanks, I appreciate it." Quietly, she got out a mop and bucket and started wiping up the floor.

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Luke chuckled, the sound deep and throaty, when the young Dalmatian girl jumped at the sound of his voice. Admittedly, the low light of the bar, which was kept that way for the warm coziness of the place, had only gotten darker, when most of the lights had been turned off by the other waitresses and his own fur was not standing out (or his choice in shirt that evening), being black and dark brown, so it unreasonable that he might have been missed, when she looked around. Which of course, only made it funnier to the older bartender.

He was still smiling, when he finished wiping down the bar and Lilian had managed to get the mop bucket filled and out on the floor. He moved deftly from behind the bar and began what might have been a dance of sorts. He moved around the Dalmatian, almost brushing against her several times, getting each table, right before she managed to finishing mop the floor around it, so that they wouldn't have to wait for the floor to dry, before getting the tables and possibly having to clean the floor again. Clearly, he was an old hand at this and being able to pour drinks and entertain the patrons, were not his only skills, which made him so valuable and popular with the rest of the staff.

They seemed to work flawlessly together, quickly cleaning the bar, until they near the end. Up until then, working so close, had seemed a benefit, before one of Luke's feet, happened to end up in the wrong spot, at the right time, to catch Lilian, as she was taking a step backwards. Thankfully, being so close, it was easy for Rottweiler to turn, his broad arms outstretched for a catch.

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She smiled in embarrassment at the way she reacted, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. While working on mopping the floor, she noticed how skillfully he followed up behind her---and thus dismissed the way he often ever so slightly brushed up against her rear or hip while they worked. It was nice that things were getting cleaned so quickly---when the others had left, she had braced for spending most of the night cleaning this up and trying hard not to retrace her steps.

Unaware of where his foot was, she tripped, letting out a surprised squeal as she fell over---immediately into Luke's arms. She looked up at him, disheveled, flushed, and a little shocked---and looking very young at this particular moment. "Nice catch..."

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It was an easy catch for Luke, almost as if he had planned for the young woman to trip right into his arms. He smiled down at her, in the way which made him such a good bartender (other then his ability to make drinks correctly), like all of his attention was on her, as if she was the only other person in the world. Like it didn't matter the she was flustered, out of her element or even at least a decade his junior to his thirty-four. His arms moved, lifting the Dalmatian, maybe to set her on her feet or maybe to pull her close against him. It really could go either way, depending on her body language.

"I'd say you are" the big Rottweiler rumbled, his voice deep and low.

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Lilian grunted slightly when he caught her, but she didn't seem all that upset to be in his arms---he was handsome, he put off an aura of effortless cool, and it was clear that he was well respected, not just with the bar staff but in the whole town. And he was, apparently, a very good flirt.

Blushing as he helped settle her back on her feet---conveniently rather close to him---she grinned. "I bet you say that to all the new girls."

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Well she hadn't pulled away, that was the first good sign. So was the blush on the Dalmatian's cheeks. So it was time to be a little bolder. His hands had been on her shoulder blades, when he caught her, so he slowly let them slip down, brushing along her spine, to come to rest on the small of her back. Gently grasping her side, he pulled her a little closer to him. Not too much, although there really hadn't been all that far between them to start with. She'd still be able to wriggle away, if she really didn't want what he was settling up to happen.

"Only to the ones I think are pretty" said Luke, bending down and leaning forwards, in a mixture of keeping eye contact and lining up for a kiss.

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She let him keep her nestled up against him, and she didn't seem to mind when his hands went to the small of her back, wrapping around her slender, tapered waist to pull them closer. There was room for her to resist if she wanted to, he wasn't holding her hard but she wanted to see where this would go.

Lilian winked playful. "I've seen the girls that work here. They're all pretty." Never the less, she met his movement to kiss her, her lips light and a little timid.

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The big rottweiler chuckled softly and there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, when the young Dalmatian pointed out all the waitresses at Pints & Quarts, were pretty. She was correct and he wouldn't deny relationships with any or even all of them. But none of that made her any less pretty or desirable to him. Besides, everyone got to have more then a little fun, when he helped to clean up the bar, which was six out of seven nights at week. He might have worked every night but the manager had decided he needed at least one off.

Luke also noticed the slight hesitation in Lilian, as she leaned in to meet him and felt it, as their lips met. His hands slipped lower, grasping her rear lightly and then giving her a gentle squeeze, as he pushed his broad frame against hers. She'd be able to feel the growing bulge in his pants, as his tongue started to tease it's way past her lips.

[User] The girl let out a squeal as he squeezed her rear, but once more she didn't pull back, the young Dalmatian's lips parting as his tongue pressed into her mouth, and she wriggled slightly against him, her small frame pressed to him, his own excitement obvious to her, her eyes bright but still a little shy---betraying perhaps that she was slightly less experienced than she let on.

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Luke felt more then heard his own happy growl, as the young thing wiggled against his broad frame, her eyes bright, eager but shy at the same time, making her look rather innocent. He squeezed her rear again, with a bit more force, before relaxing his grip. Reaching down, pressing his kiss hungrily, he slipped his hands under her skirt. Fingers running up the back of her thighs, he slipped his hands under her panties and grasped her ass again, squeezing hard this time, as if he was claiming whatever he held as his own. Breaking the kiss, he lifted Lilian up, holding her tight against him. He leaned in, kissing along her neck, throat and down to her cleavage.

Without a word but keeping her pressed against him, the big rottweiler turned, walking behind the bar and through the door, into the kitchen. He still nuzzled the top of her chest, his feet knowing the way, as he walked through the kitchen and another door, into the break room. There weren't any tables but a line of lockers against one wall and couches along the other three. Know which one was the comfiest, he quickly sat, bring the dalmatian girl down, to straddle his lap, settling her against his throbbing bulge, his fingers squeezing and kneading her rear. Lifting his muzzle, he started kissing back up her throat.

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The happy, contented grown rumbled in his chest and into her core, and she squealed when he squeezed her rear again, before being drawn into another hungry kiss. She didn't stop him as he reached under her skirt, and took a full grip of the bare flesh of her rear, letting out a slightly pained sound as he squeezed once again, though she didn't pull away. Lifted up, she practically clung to him as he carried her deeper into the bar, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

Perched above him on the couch, she straddled his lap, her legs splayed wide around the larger rottweiler, and she felt his bulge press against her as she arched her neck, gasping.

"I... I haven't... I mean I've never..." Lilian blushed, looking suddenly sheepish, confessing that while she was very much game for what was happening at the moment, Luke was the first man to have gotten this far with his young bar maid.

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Luke paused, still muzzling Lilian's throat, his hands holding her rear firmly, when she gasped out, what sounded like an admission of being a virgin. He would have thought a pretty young thing like her, would have been beating the boys off with a stick. A smile spread across his lips, first amused but as his looked up and noticed the red flush coming through the white fur of her cheeks, it turned into some of warm acceptance. Leaning up, he caught her lips in another deep kiss, his fingers kneading her rump, as his manhood throbbed.

"I'll be gentle" he promised, breaking the kiss, "You just relax and enjoy."

He was smiling again, as he gave her ass another squeeze, before pulling his hands away. Pausing for a second, he tugged on her skirt, making sure that only her panties were between the barmaid and his bulge. Slipping his fingers under the hem of her shirt, he slowly starting pushing the garment up her torso, letting his thumbs slide along her sides. His hips rolled slowly, grinding his manhood against the dalmatian.

[User] He looked surprised, but the grip on Lilian's rear didn't let up, and if she was expecting him to let her go, or tell her he wasn't interested, that didn't happen either. Instead, his smile turned a little indulgent, and he kissed her reassuringly. The young dalmatian nodded timidly, seemingly reassured, and remained perched on his lap as he tugged up her skirt, only the underwear she wore between them. She shuddered as he ground himself against her, but raised her arms to help him remove her shirt, blushing brightly as he started to strip her down.

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Luke loved the blush spreading brightly across the young Dalmatian's face. It was an uncommon sight, given how many had darker facial fur, which only made it better in his mind. It increased that sense of innocence about the new girl working at the bar, an innocence it seemed he was going to claim. The thought seemed to make his manhood throb with a greater desire but he was going to make this as special as he could, on a couch in the break room.

When he had finished pulling Lilian's shirt off, the big Rottweiler leaned forwards, kissing her collarbone and working his way down, to nuzzle the top of her breasts and cleavage. Without looking, he tossed the shirt away and reached behind her, expertly unhooking her bra. A pleased growling grew in his throat, as he slipped the bra off and tossed it to join the shirt on the floor.

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The lithe young Dalmatian squirmed on his lap, aware that with a primarily white muzzle made her blush particularly obvious. It wasn't exactly where she had expected this to happen, but there was something about Luke that drew her in, and she couldn't deny that she wanted this.

This was all supposed to be a fresh start. This... this felt like it would make that change real. And he was handsome.

She looked down at him, her eyes bright as he kissed her collarbone, her breasts pressed up and together by her bra, until it was freed, revealing generous, pert, youthful breasts. "Still like what you see?"

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A smirk spread across his lips, as the Rottweiler looked up, meeting the bright eyes of newest member of the bar's team. His chin was nestled right between her breasts and his hands had gone back to slowly running up and down her back, when she asked if he was still enjoying the view. He almost chuckled, the throbbing and straining of his manhood, which she was sitting atop, should have given that away.

"I never stopped" Luke said in a low, desire filled voice, his lips brushing against the short fur at the base of her neck.

Both of his hands slipped down, grasping Lilian's rear in a firm but gentle grip. Luke leaned back a little, just enough to dip his head and catch on of her nipples in a kiss, which turned into a soft suckle and few teasing flicks of his tongue, before he repeated the process with the other pleasure bud. His fingers flexed and squeezed on her rump, getting a better hold of the young woman, before he lifted her off his lap.

The way he manhandled her, it was like the Dalmatian weighed nothing in his hands, as he laid her out on the couch next to him. Turning to face her, his hands disappeared under her skirt and slipped off her panties. Tossing the underwear with her shirt and bra, he flipped her skirt up, grasped her hips and lifted her lower half up. His head dipped down, burying his short muzzle between her thighs, his lips finding her sex, as he nuzzled against her mound.

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The young woman practically beamed---Lilian had known the answer, had felt, splayed atop him, the answer, but wanted to hear it from his mouth. Wanted to make him admit it, just a little. Shivering as he nuzzled her neck, she tensed slightly as he grabbed her rear, before relaxing a few moments later into his hands, welcoming his grip. Perched over him, she let out soft little gasps as he toyed with her nipples, the girl wriggling with pent up desire.

She felt small, like a toy or doll, as he lifted her off his lap, sprawled out on the couch. She tilted her hips up to let him remove her underwear, leaving her in only a skirt that clearly wasn't much of an impediment to him. She gasped as he lifted up her lower half, his muzzle pressed between her legs, quivering a bit at the sensation of him nuzzling her mound. "That feels... really good..."

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Luke smiled against Lilian's most intimate of places. His eyes lifted, their gaze running over the young Dalmatian's stomach, up between her breasts and to her face, as he kept muzzling. Then his lips parted and out came his tongue. The broad, flexible muscle began running between the lips of her sex and ending each lick with the tip flicking her clit. A growl of desire rumbled in his chest, his hands squeezing her hips. His nose filled with her scent.

His cock throbbed with need but the big Rottweiler had plans. He wanted her to really enjoy her first time and on a slightly more practical note, given their different sizes and her inexperience, it would be for the best, if she was more than a little excited, when he took her maidenhead. He'd see the pretty little thing, who's thighs he was between, cum first, before he started on his own desires.

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The girl's eyes were wide and eager as he continued to muzzle her, the groans she made turning louder, and more frantic as he ran his tongue over her, flicking across her clit, her body tight in his grip.

"God that feels... good." Lilian looked down at him, one of her hands clasping the one that held her hips in place.

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The Rottweiler could feel the younger Dalmatian tensing under his fingers, as he continued working her sex with his tongue. As he hand grasped one of his, where he held her hips up to his muzzle, he slipped his tongue in deep, letting the skilled and flexible muscle lap between the lips of her womanhood, before making the flick across her clit again and again. He growled with desire, letting the rumble roll across her mound.

He then shifted, his hands sliding down to grip her thighs and moving, bring her legs up, to rest on his shoulders. His tongue worked faster, as he took one of her hands in his, holding it, while reaching up with the other, sliding his fingers across her stomach, until he was able to cupped one of her generous breasts.

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The Dalmatian's legs were trembling, and she let out a groan as he plunged deeper into her, before running across her clit, panting with desire. "God your good at this..."

She squeaked in surprise as he brought her legs up to rest on his shoulders, now fully exposed, her leg muscles tense, lean calves framing her perfectly as he once more lowered his head, the lithe girl groaning as he groped one of her breasts as well, her own agitation and desire growing stronger.

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Luke smirked against Lilian's sex, as he listened to her groaned and squeak. Yes, he was good at this, he had plenty of practice. It had been plenty of his time invest in refining his technique with his newest friends working at the bar. While he knew his own skill, it was always enjoyable to hear someone else praise his abilities. Especially when his head was buried between her thighs, with her knees over his shoulders. It was the kind of thing to stroke his ego and only served to drive him on, wanting to draw an orgasm from her youthful form, to hear more then just groans from her throat.

His hand squeezed the younger Dalmatian's breast, as he poured another low, pleased growled against her skin. His tongue moved faster, lapping at her clit and pushing deeper into her sex, as he nuzzled in closer between her thighs, his eyes focused up, watching her reaction to the slightest of his movements. More muffled sounds came from his throat, as if he was trying to encourage the girl to cum, while still using his tongue to please her.

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There was a broad smile on the Rottweiler's face, as he felt the girl's legs tensing around his shoulders and felt the shudder running through her body, from the efforts of his tongue. His lapping slowed, as he savored the taste of her pleasure. His eyes, clear but lustful, met her dazed expression, as he slowly pulled away. Reaching up, he gently slipped her legs from his shoulders and brought them around his waist. Licking his lips, he pulled off his shirt, exposing his broad, powerful chest. Shifting on the couch but keeping her legs around him, he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants off his hips.

There was a metallic clink, as his pants hit the floor, the belt buckle ringing, as Luke's cock stood proudly. The thick length throbbed, as he turned to the young Dalmatian again, with a pleased, growl, filled with desire, his gaze hot. Spreading her legs wide, he crawled up on top of her, so they were muzzle to muzzled, the tip of his manhood pressing against her sex. His hips rolled, pressing his cock against her, rubbing the head around her clit. Leaning his head down, he kissed her, slowly, passionately, before slowly pulling his head back a little.

"Ready pup" Luke asked, reaching down with one hand, to line his cock up for a thrust into her.

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Lilian came, the girl's legs slick with her pleasure and the exploration of his tongue, legs trembling as he freely moved them from his shoulders to around his waist. She looked almost dazed, gazing up at him, aware of what was about to happen, languid acceptance and need in her eyes. She watched as he undressed, her eyes widening slightly when Luke's cock came free, and she bit her lip as he positioned himself against her youthful sex, pushing her legs wide apart. She felt him against her, rubbing his head against the slick entry to her sex, and though her eyes were wide with what looked like anxiousness or fear, she nodded.

"Y... yes."

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The big Rottweiler smiled reassuringly down at the young Dalmatian. He could see the worry in her eyes but held her gaze with one that smoldered with desire and a promise of pleasure. He radiated an aura, of experience and knowing full well, that he would make her feel good, even if she had to take a little pain to start with. She just had to follow his lead and he would make sure she enjoyed her first time with a lover.

Leaning his head down again, he met her lips in another deep kiss, as his lips pushing forwards, slowly thrusting his manhood into her slick sex. A groan built in his throat, as he slipped into her tight womanhood, until his length was pressed against her maidenhead. Pausing for a second, breaking the kiss, so she could take a deep breath, he slammed his cock in the rest of the way into her, taking her virginity in one, swift stroke. A grunt escaped his chest, as he fully sheathed himself inside her and stopped, letting her get used to completely filled.

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She wanted this. Worried though she was, she didn't try to stop him, or even really resist, though in truth it was clear to both of them that at this point, he could take what he wanted without her having much say in the process. She groaned into his mouth as he pressed into her, thankful that his earlier attentions had left her more than well lubricated. The little Dalmatian was tight---wonderfully so---and she braced herself, closing her eyes as he paused, letting out a sharp, pained cry when he thrust the rest of the way into her, pawing at his chest.

Lilian was panting with effort as she tried to adjust to the feeling of him inside her, her passage stretched taut around him, voice unsteady as she spoke. "I... I'm okay."


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Though his name was on the lease---or at least one of the names in his rotation---Vas rarely stepped foot into Obscura. With a vein of wanderlust that spread miles wide, he went where whimsy took him, and more often than not, it took him away from the humdrum lifestyle that came with running a shop in Iowa. In the great scheme of things, he had absolutely nothing against the Midwest. Ages ago, he had chosen it specifically for the quiet, for the predictability, though maybe not so much for the corn. But as the years ticked by, he had been called to more exotic locations that took him far away from retail life.

Balancing checkbooks and processing product intake was a job much better suited to Whit, who despite being a full partner in the business took up the vast majority of the responsibility. At one point, he had quipped that each time Vas stepped into the shop, there was a new governor in office, and he wasn't wrong. For the most part, he tended to meander in once every few years, and he never knew how long he intended to stay. His support for the business came largely in the form of rent checks, which was the only responsibility he undertook with any sense of urgency. For decades, Whit had taken this as a fair enough trade and run the place without complaint.

Obscura wasn't much to look at from the outside. Wide glass window panels rimmed with white wood, crowned with a black frame that bore a pair of lions and the shop's name in golden Old English font. Just enough schlock in the windows to look kitschy, just dim enough inside to look like a proper, dusty antique shop, and enough in the way of fake totems and talismans to throw off the untrained eye. For the most part, they catered to curious folks passing through. Superstitious grandmothers needing sage for house cleansing. Teenagers who bought black pillar candles for bogus seances.

There were, of course, quite a few items of actual supernatural value on the shelves, but buyers for such things tended not to frequent the place. They had an online shop for that sort of thing. Online, they had a much broader scope and were able to reach buyers who actually knew what the goods were for. Without that particular group of clientele, the shop would have closed years prior. Or at least existed as something to keep Whit from growing mad with boredom.

Vas had deigned to join his old friend for the remainder of the season. Just to help out a bit until it warmed up, he had told him, and though he knew Whit doubted his intentions, they were genuine. His last two years had been slow. Devoid of his usual sources of energy, Vas too had begun to slow. Remaining in Malvern was something of a detriment, of course, for the longer he stayed, the longer he would go without the energy he required to keep his body going. Every so often, however, he simply lacked the drive. A few months in Iowa, he told himself, and he would set out to recharge. Probably.

Though the bell above the door rang when a customer stepped in, Vas barely bothered to look up from his reading. He had found a comfortable computer chair that rose high enough to let him lounge while he manned the counter, though he was nowhere near the attentive shopkeeper that Whit was. The tall, willowy figure may not have moved from his position of rest at all until he took note of the man returning for a second basket. A second basket? How much was he planning to spend?

When at length the stranger moved to the counter to pay, Vas put his reading aside, taking a moment to survey his selections. "Ah. Thank you." Offering something of a lazy half-smile, he began pulling one item at a time out of the first basket, punching in each price individually. Whit had never upgraded to barcode scanners, despite Vas's constant nagging.

"I would say that I hoped you found everything you needed, but it looks like you have one of everything, so I'll just assume you did." He gave a dry chuckle. "Planning for a busy weekend or what?"

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This little shop, Obscura, felt like the sort of place that had been here forever. It looked like it, too, and while he knew some of it was just kitschy show, it was comforting all the same. Comforting wasn't something that Pip got a lot of these days. Not since he'd left home to try to ''do good'' in the world, but that wasn't why he'd left. Still, he liked the feeling when he could get it, and maybe lingered a bit longer over his purchases than he might otherwise have. Especially the trinkets, being a little more thoughtful over what he picked up than usual.

If the shop felt like it had been here forever, the shopkeeper did as well. Something Pip had noticed as a sort of niggling sensation at the back of his neck when he'd walked in, but initially attributed it to just the shopkeeper watching him, except... he was pretty inattentive to his stock. The usual reasons sprang to Pip's mind---people here were honest, people here were genuinely curious, people here were actual practitioners, and smash-and-grab thieves probably didn't see a point in stopping at a little-frequented place like this. But... that didn't feel right, and if it didn't feel right, it wasn't right.

It was always entertaining, on some level, to find another use for his sixth sense. Always a relief, on another level, to realize that it wasn't all about ghosts and things that went bump in the night.

As he heaved his baskets up onto the counter, though, and got a good look at the willowy man behind the counter, he was suddenly less sure that this application had nothing to do with supernatural... things. Usually they did in the end, but as his mother had always said, like recognized like. He wasn't sure what manner of creature the other man was (and he was sticking with ''man'', he was presenting as male and it was just... easier this way), but he wasn't human. Not threatening by any means, just odd and clearly non-human. Maybe that was what he was picking up on---non-humans gave off a sort of vibe that... subtly discouraged people from messing with them. It was part of the reason he had escaped middle and high school relatively unscathed, despite the fact that he'd been scrawny, acne-prone, and sporting an obvious Jew-fro.

"Hm? Oh," Pip said as the cashier addressed him with some sort of joke. He'd been staring blankly at the wall behind the register for a moment as he turned over the not-human bit in his head, and he snapped back to the present. "Oh... something like that," he replied, a little vaguely. Non-human or not, Pip was never much in the habit of talking about what he did for a living. Most people did tend to think he was insane when he mentioned it, and some of the non-humans he'd run into when he was younger and stupider had taken offense to the fact that he had a habit of dealing with ''their kind'' in less than friendly ways sometimes.

Still, he was half human, and had certain human sensibilities, and people not being eaten alive by non-humans was pretty high on the list of "Things that are just not done".

"I'm a little surprised to find a place like this in the middle of corn country, if I'm honesty," he said instead, regarding the other man with polite interest. "What made you set up shop here? Assuming I'm not making a fool of myself by... you know, assuming that you own this place. You just seem pretty comfortable in here so..."

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He had interrupted the man's thoughts. What those thoughts were about, Vas had no idea, but they had been important enough to hold his attention so strongly that it took him a moment to recover. Interesting. Vas was a well-traveled fellow, he interacted with all manners of men from all walks of life, and he knew full well when someone was occupied. More to the point, he knew when someone was considering him. He gave off an odd vibe, that he knew, whether it had to do with his neo-hipple sensibilities or the inhuman nature of his aura. Did the man even read auras, or did he simply think him weird? It was of little consequence, he supposed, but he found it amusing all the same.

Granted, he was forced to consider it at least slightly noteworthy, given what the stranger was purchasing. He hadn't wandered in buying trinkets to go over the fireplace, after all. Some of the items he had were of significance to interacting with the supernatural, though with the variety of items, Vas had no way of knowing exactly what he planned on doing with them. It could have been as simple as a seance or as complex as an exorcism. Who knew, really? Most humans didn't know what they were doing with any of that rubbish and Vas, for his part, didn't care enough to find out, provided he wasn't made to clean up afterward.

"You'd be an insightful fool, then," he all but laughed, taking a moment from punching in prices to start stacking the items in a tinted plastic bag. "I've been set up here pretty much since dinosaurs roamed the earth. Dinosaurs in corn country, can you imagine?" He shrugged, idly examining one of the many candles the man had dropped into the basket.

"My business partner has roots here. Had? Still has, I guess. I kind of liked it for being quiet at the time. But to be honest," he added, intending to be brief as not to bore the man to death, "I'm not here all that much. Have you been in here before? If you make a habit of coming back, I'll have to keep ordering the hell out of these candles." Emphatically, he waggled one a bit before he bagged it up. The man really had thrown a lot of them in there.

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Pip offered a slight smile when the shopkeeper mentioned he had been there since the time of the dinosaurs. When it came to non-humans, he was never completely sure when they were joking and when they were serious. It didn't necessarily matter in this situation, since the shopkeeper was friendly right now, but he was always just... a little curious when it came to this sort of thing. Where this creature had come from, why they were here, what they were intending to do with the space they inhabited. Why, in this case, had he set up this shop here in this town.

"The biggest T-Rex fossil ever found was dug up in South Dakota," Pip ventured with a shrug, sliding a hand up to scratch at the base of one his horns under the baseball hat. "So it doesn't strike me as strange to have dinosaurs in middle America." He bit his tongue against the comment on the dinosaur technology displayed in the store, not needing to add that to the conversation as much as he admittedly wanted to. The shopkeeper went on to explain that he wasn't here that often, so maybe it wasn't his call anyways.

"Not sure. I'm here for the weekend at least, maybe a few days after that, but from here... depends on where work takes me," he admitted, shrugging a bit. "I travel a lot, so who knows." If this town had an actual problem, he might be back to sort out other problems. "I don't always find places where I can get a good candle, though, so I like to stock up when I find them. Good for... things." He'd said a little more than he intended, but hopefully... it wouldn't be an issue. "You might want to reorder those just in case I do swing through the area, because I bought out like half of your stock today."

Part of him wondered if he should turn to online ordering for some of his materials, but he didn't have a permanent address and he was pushing things by having his mother receive his mail and occasionally ship the important things to him at other locations depending on where he was and how long he'd be there. He couldn't really afford to swing by the East Coast every week to pick his mail and his packages up, and he knew his mother didn't always like to see him, because his step-father---her second husband---would usually try to pick a fight with him for ''wasting his life'' and it was better for both he and his mother if he didn't strain her relationship. She was mostly happy otherwise, and he... was in corn country.

"You get a lot of people working rituals out here?" he asked, words slipping out before he could really think about whether he wanted to get into the questions right now. "I mean... you have all kinds of stuff in here."

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"That would've been a sight, hm?" he thought aloud. "Giant T-Rex skulking around Mount Rushmore. Or what would eventually be Mount Rushmore." Vas had very little interest in history. He felt too much like a fossil himself to find any fascination in old bones.

Instead, he chose to focus on the stranger's choice of words. In town for a few days, widely traveled. Vas could relate, though he went where impulse took him. He couldn't imagine the wonder of travel and exploration being bogged down by obligations and work. "Is that what you do for a living? Using candles for things?" He chuckled. "I should be in that line of work."

Flapping a dismissive hand, Vas entered in the last few items and packed them into bags. "You don't have to tell me. I'm a nosy old man and I see maybe four people in here every day. I take my entertainment where I can."

Vas turned the display for the man to see the price, then nodded idly as he considered just how many people he actually saw coming in for ritualistic items. "Oh, a couple. Mostly kids who take this stuff out into the forest at midnight to 'invoke the darkness' or what have you. So if that's what you're intending to use the candles for, you'll have some competition." He tended to find such customers a touch on the bothersome side, but largely tolerable if they stayed clear of offering sacrifices or other ludicrous things of that nature. And using Ouija boards. Heavens, but he hated Ouija boards.

"To be honest, most of our business comes from online." Illustratively, he fished a business card from a stack near the register, the off-white rectangle emblazoned with the store logo, Whit's contact information, and the website for online orders. "We do home shipping or store pickup," he mentioned. "Custom orders, too, just in case you need more specific items for... things."

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"It could have been cool, although I'm going to assume both of us would have been on the menu," Pip said with a slight grin, although he dropped the subject after that. The shopkeeper didn't seem too interested in this line of conversation, and he didn't want to strain things any. If he had to come back here for more supplies this weekend, as unlikely as it was, he wanted to at least be welcomed in here to get what he needed.

"Um... candles... herbs... yeah, I mean things are boring sometimes, but hey. I suppose I could be worse off in terms of what I do." Still best to keep it vague, although he probably could have completely dodged the question since the other male gave him a solid out. Still, dodging questions usually made people more suspicious than anything, and again. Making things awkward was not the way to do things right now...

"So you got... a haunted house, and kids doing rituals in the woods? Weird town," he said with a chuckle. "Is Malvern Manor really haunted? The person I spoke to at the gas station didn't seem to believe it but there's usually some creepy truth to some of those places. Or at least enough... you know, weird coincidences to make it seem like there's a ghost. Either that or an enterprising person trying to make a ''quick buck''. He felt... a little more comfortable getting into some of what he did, he supposed, because the shopkeeper seemed knowledgeable about... some... things."

"I don't really have a permanent address, so the whole online ordering thing isn't really... beneficial to me. Although..." He considered something for a moment, chewing on the inside of his cheek lightly. "Do you do store pickup? Finding good quality stuff like these is kinda hard sometimes, so knowing where something is... is good... Especially the custom orders. Sometimes... I need certain things that are hard to find, sooo..." He shrugged, fishing out his wallet so he could have the appropriate card ready to go. "Uh... do you take credit cards? The rest of your tech seems a little... stone aged." He gave another slight smile.

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Malvern Manor. Abandoned for some time, if memory served, and likely the only structure for miles around that could boast such an elaborate title, the combination of which made it a tremendously popular topic for campfire stories. "Haunted?" he echoed. "I wouldn't know. I tend to avoid getting myself all caught up in the local folklore. I'm barely here enough to put together any real investment in it."

A shrug of narrow shoulders and an easy smile later, he added, "Granted, even the creepy kids who like to do all that chanting in the woods don't seem to go there more than once. So who knows? Maybe there's some life in that old place." He paused, considering his choice of words with his head cocked, long hair spilling over his shoulder. "...''life'' may not be the word for it though, if we're talking about ghosts."

Vas knew a bit about ghosts. He knew a bit about a lot of things, but if the man didn't ask, he certainly wasn't going to tell. Though he had gotten the impression that the other man had perhaps seen his fair share of things, based on his purchases, Vas wasn't the sort to give more than he was asked for. Often, he didn't even give that much. He greatly preferred to play things close to the vest, particularly where matters of the supernatural were concerned. Though he hadn't once, now he knew better.

"Oddly enough, that's the only thing he did update while I was gone," he mentioned as he took the man's credit card to swipe, glimpsing the name as he went. Who these days went about naming their son Peregrin? Strange name, he supposed, for a moderately strange fellow. Vas supposed he wasn't really one to judge, all things considered.

Disregarding the matter, he gave the man a receipt to sign, pressing an elbow into the counter and leaning his chin into an upturned palm as he observed his customer. Not too bad on the eyes, he thought, even with a name like that. He wouldn't have hated seeing him in the shop again. "Don't be too much of a stranger, yeah?" He nudged the bag across the counter. "Never know when you might need some more of this junk for things."

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"Unlife works," Pip ventured with a slight smile. "If you want to get creative with what sort of... existence... ghosts have." The comment that even the "spooky kids" who did the chanting in the woods only went to the Manor once gave him pause. Maybe he would stop in there to see what was up, think about taking care of the problem for the good of the community... because it needed to be done. Although... his eyes slid over the cashier for a moment. Was this man somehow wrapped up in the weird feeling of the town?

Could be, but he didn't think so. He wasn't entirely sure about this---the other man felt strange, but not in such a way that he would have been concerned to walk into this place. Concerned that evil came out of this place. Although, that said, evil did hide in plain sight sometimes, so he would proceed with caution if he found himself here again in the future. He could never be sure, and when dealing with someone else that wasn't human---or at least not entirely, like Pip himself---it was better safe than sorry.

"So you're only here rarely?" Pip asked before he could tell himself not to pry. "I guess I should count myself lucky to run into someone who won't immediately start looking for the number to the nearest psych ward the second I walk out the door." He gave a lopsided smile at that and signed his card slip, taking the card and his copy back and sliding them into the wallet. There was no guarantee that the other man wouldn't, but there probably wasn't much he could do right now unless he was a threat to himself or others.

And granted, he could be, but not in the manner that would wind him in a psych hospital.

"Thanks. You may want to restock on the candles just in case I'm back soon to buy you out completely," he said, collecting the bag off the counter and heading for the door.


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It was a late night, Dear Sister Sarah was having the hardest time sleeping. It wasn't a rare occurrence, but, she had only been a way from the material realm for a few days. Without the enjoyment of well... trips to the bar, video games, or even something as simple as listening to her favorite songs she was restless. What was she supposed to do in the little room that she called her own? She had simply spent a good portion of the evening staring up at the ceiling counting the small cracks that had appeared in the brick. She finally managed to move to the little wardrobe that she had and slipped on a clean habit.

The clothing which was supposed to leave her mostly concealed positively hugged her form. Her large breasts heaved against the fabric and even the rough thick cloth couldn't hide the fact that Sarah's nipples were standing rather proudly erect. It was cold in the room after all! The church wasn't heated particularly well, and being surrounded by stone only made the situation worse. The habit even was pulled tightly against her rather large backside, even digging into her flesh enough to reveal the cleft of her ass. She pulled up the hood, hiding her rather wild crimson as she headed towards the Mother superior's door. She brought a hand upward and gave a knock.

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These was the soft noise of rustling as a voice called out for a little patience, and soon Sarah would be met with the tired, but kindly welcoming gaze of their Abbess, Mother Melissa. Melissa was an older woman in her mid-forties, taller than Sarah and usually of a more slender albeit curvy built. Her bosom was rather heavy by her own, while her hips were also wide and generous. She hid herself in her own habit, a simple, black one---her wimple resting over her head to hide her long mane of smooth, golden blonde hair. Melissa's eyes were a lovely, glimmering blue, and she smiled towards their nearest novice.

"Oh, sister Sarah." She greeted with a smile, leaning on the door slightly. It was an old door, the whole convent a rather ancient building, secreted from most eyes by it's rather remote location compared to the nearby township. The older woman seemed tired, with dark patches under her otherwise bright and attentive eyes. She slowly opened her door to reveal her own curvaceous shapes and her room---a little more elaborated than the novices, true enough, but she was no hypocrite at all. Mother Superior Melissa smiled. "How can I help you, my dear? It's very late." She said.

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The young woman looked upward at the Mother Superior. Her full lips parted into a soft smile before she allowed her head to bow ever so slightly not looking the older woman in the eyes. This of course caused her eyes to fall upon those heavy breasts. She pressed her teeth against her lower lip briefly. This... church didn't help her more base desires. Everyone woman here seemed to have the curves of a fertility goddess. The nuns hands moved forward briefly, it almost seemed as if she was going to go in for a squeeze of those large heavy orbs. Instead though she brought them up above her own chest wringing her long slender digits. She event felt a stirring, a warmth spreading between her long legs even as her more unique organ seemingly began to swell. She had always been leery about her more erotic thoughts. The fleshy things were always said to be wrong by those that had called themselves her parents. She was still a creature of purity, even if the hunger for the flesh was slowly devouring from the inside out. She had always been scared how people would react to her. It was why she had come here in the first place, she had heard it was for women like her... so she hoped she wouldn't be judged. Yet she feared her rampant sex drive would get her removed from the little sanctuary.

Sarah dropped to her knees in front of the woman her head still bowed. Her hands splayed out onto the cold stone floor beneath her. She took a deep breath, it sounded like a soft shudder. The redhead couldn't even manage to look up at the woman. She could feel her heart beating heavily in her chest. "Reverend Mother." There was a loud gulp. "I am... Dealing with... desires of the flesh. I am ashamed to say that I do not know what to do..."

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The woman suddenly felt a warm shadow on her back, as the Mother Superior slowly slid on her knees before her, taking in Sarah's head and bringing it up to her chest. Her warm, heavy chest. She whispered softly. "Oh, no, now that won't do." She heard Melissa's voices like tender caresses down her shoulders and the back of her neck as she held her tenderly against her hidden bust. "No kneeling down the floor before me, nor before anyone but the Goddess, Lord and Lady." She said with a small smile on her lips.

"Come on, come inside, it's warmer. Let's close this door." The Abbess said as she slowly took Sarah up to her feet, the door closing with a clear clacking sound. The room was tall and wide, in the corner resting the undone bed just behind a wooded sheet covered with fabrics that would afford the woman some privacy. There was a desk, a door to the bathroom, and a dresser in there, but on the open side of the room there was a massive desk and some file drawers, as well as a door that lead into another room. There was also a fireplace, and slowly the nun poked at the embers to light them up.

"Now, seat down on the divan." She smiled as she sat on the armchair by it. "And calm yourself down, girl. Do tell me what have been bothering you."

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Sister Sarah wasn't used to being touched. She had always been seen as a bit of an outsider by her family. They almost seemed afraid or at least disgusted by her. She also never even dare to seek out a romantic partner! She hadn't felt such warmth or such softness before. Her eyes fell shut and to her horror she let out a soft little mewl of pleasure. The nun brought a long fingered hand to her mouth hoping to stifle the sound.

The curvy nun allowed herself to be drawn into the room. She couldn't even resist. There was just so much... softness even through the other woman's habit. Her brilliant blue eyes were darting about the room, trying to find anything that would break the chain of lust that was wrapped around her. This wasn't proper. She should not be having such feelings for her Superior. She swallowed hard, and she briefly just thought about wrapping her arms around the older woman. Yet, she did as she was told and moved towards where she was directed.

"Ma'am. Mother?" She shook her head. "I've been... Feeling things... and they seem like they've just grown stronger here." She gulped and looked down at her feet. "I've been becoming more and more aroused with almost each passing second. I... used to be able to ignore it, and deny it... but here... in this church it feels like a fire has been lit within my loins."

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The young woman seemed far too unsure of her condition, and perhaps even a little ignorant at the convent's place on the great scheme of the Lord and Lady. Taking her time to hear her doubts, Melissa smiled towards the Novice. "As always and with everything, there is a right measure to all desires and drives. We do allow the basic entertainment here as long as it does not stands into the way of your duties, sister."

Melissa said with a smile even as she reached a hand to lay a tender palm over Sarah's lap, inches away from her loins, really. "Our church works on the premise of fertility. You know that. It is only natural that you feel these desires, these cravings here. It is nothing to be ashamed off, girl." Melissa added with a half-chuckle, trying not to sound mocking at all, but rather knowing and aware of the girl's plight.

"You do know that we should keep our desires in check, and there are many ways to do it."

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Sarah knew the church balanced the feminine and masculine... and there was fertility aspects to the sect. Yet, she still wasn't sure how far the rabbit hole went down. She listened to her words and swallowed hard. Her pale cheeks were blazing, only causing them to match a few of the curly locks that hung down from the hood of her habit. The poor girls nipples were sticking out rather firmly beneath her garment and her lower lip was trembling.

"Mother... I have never..." She said biting down on her own tongue as a hang came to rest on her thigh. Just the little touch was enough. For a woman who was experienced like Melissa, the speed of which the lustly little nuns member swelled might have even been a little surprising. Suddenly there was a very large tent in her robes. The poor girl briefly looked away. What was less noticeable was the rather large puddle that was spreading beneath her ass... making her garments cling to her.

"How... how do I control them....?"

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Melissa smirked, but did so not out of mockery. She did it out of familiarity as she recognized the poor young woman's compelling obsession. Tenderly her touch spidered its way on her long fingers at the girl's lap, and slowly it allowed the fabric to test the hardness of the tentpole at her groin. "What have never happened, my dear? Haven't you ever done... what, precisely? Words and powerful and we both will need them."

The Abbess chuckled. "In order to control them, it must not be allowed to control you. I shall give you tasks in order to help handling it, but the better way to endure it is certainly with the help of your fellow sisters, as well as willing members of the parish community. I am sure you understand?"

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Sarah swallowed hard again. The pounding of her heart was growing louder in her ears, and if the Reverend Mother could have seen. It was obvious that the crimson blush of her cheeks was slowly creeping down her neck towards her chest. "Ma'am." She swallowed hard. "I am, I have not been touched." The sudden touch against her shaft caused her to whimper. The poor girl's member began to throb heavily as a thick dampness began to darken the area around her crotch. "I'm... I'm a virgin..." Just such the lightest touch seemed to cause lighting to jolt through her form causing precum to drool from her tip.

She nodded her head. "I'll do... I'll do whatever I have to Mother. Anything that can help me..." She gulped, as she brushed her thighs together.


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Ingrid was bored. Without a point, plans or anything to really do. Worse than that she was also horny but with no boyfriend to sooth her itch. Lack of a boyfriend might be explained by her rather thin sharp body, though her breasts held a little plump like two peaches dripping from her chest. Really she considered herself quite a catch despite but if nothing was biting she would need to take matters into her own hands. A girl had needs!

Dressed in an oversized punk band T-shirt and black panties she lounged in her bed, a pile of tapes beside her. On her head was a vibrant pink headset, contrasting to the dark purple of her cropped hair and fringe bangs. Their large size even covered the little blue star tattooed being her left ear. Yawning, Ingrid pulled off the headset, the faint sound of punk metal could be heard as she set them aside and turned up the volume as high as it would go. Folding her arms she settled her face into the newly made nest, lower legs kicking back and forth in the air behind her as the young witch, for that was exactly what she was, considered how might remedy her predicament.

A love potion perhaps? Well, she hardly wanted love, just a good fuck. Fingering herself was getting old. Sighing she turned her head to the side looking at her smallish bedroom. It held a simple bed, black covers of course, and a few pieces of furniture. Posters littered the wall, all bands and there was a shaggy red carpet on the floor. Her hazel eyes flicked around, landing on her bookshelf which was filled to the brim with tapes, she kept her books a little more privately stored considering their contents, and a top shelf that held the stuffed animals she had made over the years. Even a witch could have a crafting hobby!

Looking at them now Ingrid face lit up and she sat up rather quickly, slipping off her bed and prancing over. Reaching up she plucked a black stuffed rabbit, her first sewing attempt---one could tell---and looked at it with a slowly creeping grin. Perfect.

Tossing it on the bed she got to work, opening her closet and pulling out a chest, whose bottom was easily removed revealing a mass of magical artifacts and tomes. Humming she took out a few things she would need. Starting with a piece of chalk she kicked aside her carpet and drew a quick focusing circling, before lining it with the needed supplies, herbs, bone, the basics. A liver here or there. You know basic. Retrieving her stuffed animal she placed it in the middle and sat down, legs crossed and eyes closed. It started with a twitch than a thrash. The black rabbits surface began to bubble and expand. Soon it as unrecognizable as the stuffy twisted into a monstrous creature born from her very own imagination. She had a very particular taste. Opening her eyes, Ingrid smiled.

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The black stuffed rabbit wasn't a bad attempt at a stuffed animal. It was close enough to a rabbit that anyone would say it was a rabbit. But also far enough away that anyone would also feel a little uncomfortable while saying it. It had a slight twist on it that perhaps was done on purpose by the eccentric witch. The creature that Ingrid would see was like that. Similar to the rabbit in some ways---black skin, long ears, two arms, two legs, and a tail. But it was also much different in many ways, perhaps an effect of how horny the witch was.

Xenax suddenly felt a weird feeling. Well, feeling anything at all was strange, given that he didn't really exist a little while ago. He didn't look like much more than a cloud of black bubbles at first, spraying up from the focusing circle like a water fountain. As the magic did its work, though, a shape began to emerge from the bubbles. Xenax---was that the stuffed animal's name or the monster's name?---blinked, the sensations pouring in as he began to live. He looked at himself first, learning about his body and how to control it. He had jet black skin, like a human's but more like slick leather, slightly glossy even, without an inch of hair.

He flexed his arms and legs, which were lean and muscular, like the rest of his body, but also a bit soft in a way, like a stuffed animal almost. His arms and legs were ribbed along their length, like his back, almost like a dragon. His tail, the tail of a demon, whipped back and forth in the air as he lashed it, testing its motion.

His long ears twitched as he heard the presence of someone else in the room. His eyes were white slits with no pupils or anything, but they narrowed towards the witch. His creator. He was created for her desire. Speaking of which, he also had a glistening pink cock. If that didn't already stand out enough from his dark skin, it was erect and throbbing! Or... was that just the bare minimum of the witch's desire manifesting in the monster?

He tilted his head towards her, slightly disoriented, as his tongue lashed out of his mouth. It was shockingly long, several inches at least, and had bumps on it. He could control it as well as his tail, and it swung in the air in front of his face, testing it as he peered curiously at the witch. It looked a bit like a snake in the way it curled up when it rolled back into his mouth. "Hmmnngh?" A curious sound came from the monster as it looked at her, its tongue active as if he was licking his lips.

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"What a pretty thing you are." The witch cooed at her creation. A pretty thing indeed. Ingrid was tickled as pink as that cock she managed to create. The monster was intriguing to say the least, hardly what most girls would imagine as a playmate but then again she was not like most girls. She was was arguably more wicked for a start.

Her eyes flicked along the entire length of the creature, from the tips of its ears to the tip of its long tail. It was muscular, a trait which she prized as it meant the creature would have the stamina and a rougher touch the witch craved. Then, of course, there was its more interesting traits. A long pink tongue covered in little bumps had her eager to start as did the slick erection between the legs of the ''rabbit''. Glistening with its own arousal, more accurately her own. Ingrid uncrossed her legs the tickling ache which had plagued her for hours gave a little throb as she looked at the creature. Certainly not your average sex toy.

"You and I are going to have plenty of fun." Giggling Ingrid leaned forward over the circle's edge stroking a hand briefly over the creatures strange skin, up to stroke a leather cheek. Smiling widely she got up exposing a barely covered rear as she flounced over to her bed, sitting on the edge legs loosely spread. "Come here." she cooed wagging a finger, that same finger drawing down to the edge of her shirt lifting it up to reveal the black clothed covered apex of her legs. "I have a treat for you." Ingrid pressed at her own panties stroking down to the bottom of her covered slit, defining the tantalizing crease of her lower lips.

"You'll like it, I promise."

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When the witch cooed at him, Xenax's mouth curled up in a smile, his tongue flicking around it and back into his mouth. He had thin lips that disappeared when he closed his mouth, leaving the bottom of his face eerily dark and even. He felt happy that the witch approved of him, he felt that that was his purpose. He stood up proudly as she looked over him, discovering each part of his own body from her greedy gaze.

When she uncrossed her legs, he sniffed the air. He had a nose that was hard to spot, like a snake's it didn't protrude much, but he flicked his tongue out to smell it better and it was suddenly there. Was it her scent? Or just lust? Either way, he could smell it and its source, clearly coming from the witch, especially when she lifted up her skirt to reveal her lower lips, just barely visible under her panties. "Mmmhmm" he grunted, as her finger ran over his skin.

She didn't have to tell him, he knew that he would like it, and he stepped forward, eyes looking over her exposed ass in a predatory way. As he stepped in front of her, he paused. His cock was pink and glistening, standing erect and he had no shame about it all. Why would he?

He slowly reached forward, his long fingers touching one of her legs. She would notice that his hands had 6 fingers rather than 5, so they wrapped around her thigh easily. His leathery skin was rough and soft at the same time. He looked up at her, curious as his other hand reached up to her cheek, lightly running over cheek, returning her gesture. He made a slight sound, "Hmm?", as if he was making sure that he was doing the right thing. This was his first time, after all.

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Ingrid watched her creation approach, nearly trembling in eagerness for them to begin. Why hadn't she thought this sooner?! If things worked out well this certainly wouldn't be the last time, the witches gaze flicked to the bookshelf looking at her all the others creations she could experiment with. This was going to be a lot of fun~

"That's it." She cooed as the black beast stopped in front of her, fingers reaching and curling around the inside of her upper leg. Ingrid closed her eyes feeling the rough but soft texture, like hot leather, scrapping on her skin. Goosebumps raced across her pale flesh and her already moistening core throbbed. There was a touch on her cheek and she opened them again looking at the creature who seemed oh so willing to please. It seemed almost nervous.

How sweet. "That's it." She cooed again. Touching the hand on her cheek she gently drew it away moving it down the soft lines of her body, guiding his touch over the crinkled fabric, using it to cup the gentle slope of her breast. "Touch." she told him. "explore until your heart's content, with these." She tapped his fingers before reaching up and tracing his nearly invisible mouth. "with this too. I want you to get to know me a little more and then we'll move on to the funnier stuff."

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The creature smiled as the witch cooed at him. He didn't know much beyond his instincts, it wasn't even clear if the creature could talk just yet. He knew one thing, though, and that was that he was made to serve this witch. And he was getting excited about it already.

His pink cock throbbed as she guided his hand over the soft lines of her body. When she guided it to her breast, he let out a purr, like, "Ooohh", the line of his mouth curling into a smile. Xenax's long fingers easily encircled her breast as he squeezed it in one hand, the feeling sending tingles of excitement up his arm, even with her T-shirt in the way.

A slow smile spread across his thin lips as her fingers traced along it. Opening slightly, his tongue slid out of his mouth, curling around her finger. She would notice that it had bumps all along it that were rather noticeable, feeling kind of like his skin. His tongue spiraled around her finger, pulsing lightly as he pulled her finger into his mouth. "Mmmm" he purred, as he tasted her skin, which was delicious, sucking on it almost like a lollipop. When she did pull her finger out, it would make a slight popping sound as she would do so.

Meanwhile, his hands set to following the witch's order. His hands immediately went to her plump breasts, squeezing them and cupping them joyfully. He began to explore outward from there, though, letting his fingers slide up her body and down her shoulders along her arms, then back to cupping her breasts again before exploring down her sides and to her legs. His hands ran up and down her legs before returning to the place he was smelling the delightful scent from. His hands lightly pushed her legs apart as one finger stroked her mound, his finger blending in with her black panties. Her growing scent was starting to arouse his own desire.

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Ingrid sighed as her creation squeezed her breast with a firm touch. Her nipples were already hard and her skin tingled with the need for those fingers on her naked flesh. Not yet. She wanted to make this experience last after spending a whole day aching for it. A chuckle escaped as her charge lapped at her fingers, already eager to taste her, tongue wrapping at them with a bumpy texture. Oh to have that licking her, fucking her. The witch's legs quivered. Soon.

Her companion seemed just as eager. Needing no more coaxing it started its exploration. Taking her fingers back she used both hands to brace her on the bed as she admired the view. Long spindly hands cupped and kneading at her plump little mounds with no unease. it's touch slowly extended outward, teasing over the shirt and arms before returning to her aching curves before sinking downward. Finally.

Leather skin rushed up and down her legs, tracing the lithe shape before nudging her legs further apart where her treasure had been growing steadily more want and wanting. Ingrid bit her lip moaning softly as her pussy throbbed, head tilting back as his fingers stroked her over black fabric. Her clit swelled eager for the attention it was about to receive. "Very good." She cooed shivering. "That's it." The witch rolled her hips once against his touch. " Stroke me with those fingers, make me wet and then clean me up with that tongue of yours." Her eyes gleamed.

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Xenax purred a soft, sensual sound as her hips rolled against his touch. Then she gave him her order and his eyes gleamed, that bumpy tongue flicking out again, tasting her wetness in the air as he licked his lips and swallowed that tongue back. That would come back later, to clean her up. But first he had to make her wet.

His ears stood up straight and his eyes narrowed on her face, watching as his finger slowly rubbed over her panties a bit more, stroking slowly. When she stifled her moan a smile crossed his face, and a finger from his other hand slipped under her panties. It lifted the strap up lightly, testing it. Then his other finger slid over her thigh to the other side of her panties. With a sharp tug, he snapped both sides at the same time, letting the cloth fall away on all sides like a cardboard box.

He licked his lips again as he saw her exposed mound. He stroked it again with his finger, getting chills as she felt his desire directly against his skin. He giggled, a strange sound to come from the creature, low and spooky, as he slipped a finger inside of her. It was longer than a human's finger, and he slowly inched his way inside of her, exploring her every fold. His eyes watched her carefully as he explored, studying where her most sensitive spots were, his finger slowly teasing her each time he hit one of those spots then backing away again to explore further.

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Her creations unfamiliar finger continued to softly fondle her outlined lips, tracing the shape with slow rubs. Ingrid's eyes had drifted closed again and she gave a breathy moan as her lower region slowly built up heat, sensations tingling, ebbing from the creatures touch. With a little more confidence a slim finger slipped under her panties. The witch gasped, hips bucking as that hot leather dipped under the cloth, not quite there but almost. With a tug, she was quickly freed of the black coverings, left only in her large t-shirt as her new 'lover' took it's first gander at a pussy. Unlike the hair on top her head, the little curls between her legs were a dark brown, bordering swollen pink lips in which a swollen little pearl nestled.

The witch was very ready to continue the fun and opened her eyes gazing down, back slightly arched and legs falling wide open as they hung off the bed welcoming its touch. Her creation giggled and Ingrid mused at the strange sound, quickly distracted by the finger that slipped inside her already wet walls. Ingrid rolled her hips, moaning softly, breaths hitching as she gently fucked the finger that explored her. It was unlearned but quickly picked up on what she liked going as far to tease her when she showed a particularly strong reaction.

The witch was very vocal, and as the creature continued to play she was slowly reaching her desired orgasm, but not quite, even unlearned the creature seemed to know enough to edge her. Ingrid's thighs quivered, her body flushed and her hips undulated more urgently. She grew wet and needy, her pussy welcoming penetration very fondly, folds glistening.

"I want that tongue on me." Ingrid told her pet, voice husky and eyes lidded as she looked over the black mass, eyes seeking that glistening pink cock knowing eventually it would be inside her... but first...

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The creature loved how reactive she was, could feel her body quickening in response to his attention. And Ingrid's pussy was wonderfully hot and squirmed against him in pleasure, and he knew that he was just getting started. He had to put a hand on her thigh as his finger explored her, to keep her from moving too much. He could feel her movements, greedy for more. He wanted to take his time, though, to learn more about her.

When she spoke her next command, he purred. Or giggled again, it was hard to distinguish the two. Slowly, with his eyes locked on hers, he pulled his finger out of her. His eyes were lidded as well as his tongue snaked out of his mouth to wrap around his finger, licking her juices away. He smacked his lips as his tongue retreated again, the taste of her sharp and fiery. Yes, Xenax definitely wanted more of that. "Mmmmm"

Xenax was going to tease her more with his tongue, but the taste of Ingrid's juices kicked something off in him, making him hungry for more. Leaning forward, he put a hand on each of her thighs, nudging them apart slowly as he leaned in. First his tongue licked over her lips slowly. She would feel that it felt like a human tongue mostly, but also had a line of ribs along the center of it, like a dragon's back (or his back). He would look up at her reaction, smiling, then his tongue slid into her quickly. Using the ribs on his tongue to his advantage, he flicked his tongue back and forth, tasting her sweet fluids as he remembered just the right spots to tease, from his earlier explorations with his finger.