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It was a cold night when they dragged her from her small shack kicking and screaming. Some men from her village barged into her small home telling her she was being offered to whatever angry forest god or demon that had taken up residence outside their village. Everyone had been talking about it for days, the mutilated animals and the two hunters that had gone missing. Everyone was scared. Aria was basically a no one, her father had died when she was young and her mother died of some horrible illness just a year ago. She was eighteen, alone and a virgin, the perfect candidate for that monster in the woods. The men only prayed this worked. Rather than have her fighting them the whole way one of the men had the good idea of knocking her unconscious and although some of them gave the man a dirty look they kept on with their mission.

The woman woke with a start but immediately regretted opening her eyes to quickly. her head was throbbing. She tried to put a hand on her head only to realize she was tied up. She had been bound to a large tree... those assholes did it. They were actually sacrificing her to some monster in the woods. She began shaking with fear. It was still dark and nearly pitch black in the forest. She had no idea who or what was out there all she knew was she was scared to death. She began sobbing for her fate, her mother, having no one, having been alone all this time and the knowledge her own village cared so little for her they would throw her to whatever beast or demon was haunting the woods. After a bit of crying she started hearing something steps behind her and held her breath. Her heart was in her throat. his was it. Whatever this thing was, was here and she was going to die.

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Brady was a part of a werewolf group which was destroyed in the recent attack by the vampires. He was the son of the alpha, destined to be the next leader of the clan before the attack. He was the lone survivor, or so he thought. He was badly hurt during the attack and was on the brink of death when the sudden rains helped him mask his scent and get away from his cave and hide nearby. Having spent a fortnight, recovering her began to travel, west, away from his homeland and the vampires who stayed on the eastern lands. It was during this time that he found an abandoned cave, most likely belonging to some other clan who either moved away or had been killed. Either ways, it was unoccupied and he decided to call it his home.

It was near to this cave that a village stood. At nights he would prowl around the village, taking in the lifestyle and even searching for someone who could become a part of his new pack. During the day, he would either rest, or hunt but stay away from the village and the villagers. It was during this time that he heard a couple of hunters nearby. Maybe they didn't know about him, or were good in acting, but they soon became a part of his pack. He bit them and converted them making them the soldiers of his cave.

One night, when he was out on the prowl, he heard the villagers carrying something heavy and tying it on the outskirts of the village. He realized it was a girl who was unconscious. The villagers just tied her to the trunk of the tree and went, leaving her all alone in the dark. The girl seamed to be unconscious but not for long. She began to move and cry, trying to break the rope she was tied before. Brady saw enough and decided to investigate. He was wearing just his shorts, his well toned muscles and abs on display. He walked out of the woods, the branches rubbing against his chest while the dead leaves crumbled under his legs. Seeing the girl get frighted and scared, "Calm down dear. I am not here to hurt or harm you. If you promise not to run or try to hurt me, I will undo the ropes and free you." he said.

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By the time the person showed himself Aria was visibly trembling but as soon as she saw a man, a very handsome one at that, she relaxed a little. He told her he would release her if she didn't run or try to hurt him. She definitely did not recognize him from the village, she would have seen all the females in the village trying to throw themselves on him. Who was this man... better yet why was he out here in the woods alone, at night, with nothing but cut off shorts? She swallowed and searched his eyes with her wide terrified light brown ones before giving him a simple nod that she would comply.

She didn't know him at all so she was a little wary but at the same time she couldn't tear her eyes away from the magnificent body in front of her. "W-who are you... Why are you out here? I... Please... please let me go, I... I'm supposed to be some sort of sacrifice to something in the forest... I... I don't want to be around when it gets here."

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"Oh don't worry. You are safe." Brady said walking behind her and cutting the rope easily. Walking around, he helped her get on her feet, easily lifting her. "I am Brady, and I live nearby in a cave. But what sacrifice? I mean I have been in the forest for over a year. I met no beast, no animal which eats a human." he asked curiously. He had no clue they were referring him.

As he had helped her stand, he got a nice whiff of her. She was primed, virgin and an adult, all the qualities needed for a wolf to mate. He wondered if fate had got the girl there to become his mate. But seeing that she was already scared, he wondered if he should tell her his true identity

[User] Aria kept her word and didn't run when the rope was cut and she gratefully accepted his hand to help her stand on her legs that had become numb after being tied to the tree. She tilted her head at him when he said he had been living in a cave for over a year and had never seen anything like a demon. "W-Well it has been about a year now... maybe a little less. There have been animals killed by ... something, whatever it is is large... much bigger than a wolf to do the damage it has and not long ago two of our villages better hunters just vanished one day when they were out hunting. No one knows what happened, no bodies, no blood, nothing. The elders think it is some kind of evil deity that has come to haunt us. They believe the only way to ward it off is to appease it with... w-women. I... I don't feel safe here... i-it could come any moment, maybe we should leave?"

[Assistant] "Don't worry, I won't let any harm come to you. My cave is just nearby. We can be there in 10 minutes." Brady said leading the way. "You never told me your name. What do you mean when you say the devil can be appease by a woman? I have never heard that kind of story. Also, what do you think. Are they right is giving you up?" he asked curiously. He used his powers to bend a branch which was in their way, least it hurt her. He was used to them and they would just break when he walked past them but she was gentle and fragile. She wouldn't have the power or energy.

[User] "I.. I think it was an old legend mainly... there was some old story about some demon demanding... uh... young virgins from a village every five years as a sort of deal for him not to slaughter everyone in that village... I don't know enough to say weather they are wrong or not..." She was a little hesitant to go with this stranger but he seemed nice and she didn't exactly have a home to go back to... if the village saw her they would either tie her back up or banish her for being rejected by whatever was out there. Reluctantly she followed him carefully stepping under the branch he held out of her way. "S-so... why are you out here? Why do you live in a cave?"

[Assistant] "Let's just say I am not welcomed into the community. I am better off living alone, or with some like minded people. Let's say, the demon appears before you and says that if you agree to be his and obey him, he would leave your village. He wouldn't hurt you, but care for you. What would you do?" Brady made the final turn and at the clearing ahead, his cave opened. The two hunters were standing at the door, guarding.

[User] His question caught Aria off guard and she didn't know what to think about his statement about not being welcomed. How would she react? she didn't know but the line of questions made her a bit nervous, as if her instinct was trying to tell her to run. "I... I'm afraid I don't know what I would do..." They were now at this cave he mentioned and she saw none other but the two hunters that had gone missing. "W-what...? H-how..." She walked a little closer to the men " How are you two here? What is going on Brady?" She had a lump forming in her throat as the men looked to their leader for what to do with the woman.

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It was then that it struck Brady what was going on. Brady was the devil that she was talking about. He knew nothing about the woman except her village. Not even her name. And the villagers had offered this young woman to him in exchange for not hurting the village, something he never planned to do.

"Let me explain. I am not a human. I am a werewolf. I can change into one when I want. These are my guards. They willingly agreed to be a part of my clan, which I hope you will also agree to. I didn't know you were talking about me only. But I have never hurt a human, let alone a woman." he said explaining to her she was safe and he never would think of hurting her.

[User] Aria backed up a little when he said he was a werewolf. Of course everyone knew about those legends of monstrous shifters. To the villages they were almost as bad as demons, almost impossible to kill without silver for some reason. It made sense now. The huge beast killing those animals was him. And the hunters joined him? Why? He also wanted her to join him? She backed up with her hand over her mouth. Why would he want her to join him? She began trembling and was attempting to back out of the clearing. "Wh-why...? Why do you want me?"

[Assistant] Brady stood his ground, calmly. "Why not. You are deserted by the village, just like me. You have no place to go, like I had no where a year back. I think you will be loyal, loving, protective and a good mate to me. I want you to be my wife and then the queen of my clan." he said showing her the cave and signaling the two to kneel and wait for her reply.

[User] Aria jumped a little when the two men suddenly knelt. Mate. That's what he called her. He wanted her to be his... mate, wife. She didn't know him... she only knew his name... but if he was going to tear her to shreds and feast on her he likely would have already right. And as much as the statement stung he was right she had no where and no one to go back to. Hesitantly she moved towards him a little more. What choice did she have? Would this mean she would be the ...mother if his kids? She shivered. She wasn't sure if it was out of fear or something else. Slowly she approached the cave with her body shaking a little. "I... I guess I have no choice... I'm... I'm Aria..."

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"Nice name Aria. Welcome to your new life. We need to sleep together to consummate our new relation. We can either do that now or after you have gained your energy." he offered, walking inside with her. The cave was fairly big, having a few turns and edges to mark as their rooms.

It was the only way to trust someone to be your mate. You mate with them immediately. That was the law of his clan, and every other clan. Once the couple had sex, there were no secrets between them and they could read each other's mind.

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Aria could barely see inside the dark cave but could see the outlines of make shift rooms of sorts. However she froze when he mentioned the need for them to consummate her being his mate. "N-now? But... but I... I don't know anything about you except what you are... and... I... I've never..." she blushed dark and turned away from him again with her body shaking like she was swimming in ice cold water.

"I... I don't know what I'm doing... are... those guys just going to st-stay there... w-won't they hear it? I... N-no one has... ever touched me..."

[Assistant] "They will be out guarding us. They won't interfere or stop us. Their duty is to protect me. And now you also." Brady said calmly walking ahead taking turns, the path clear in his head. "I know you are a virgin. So you are fit to be my mate. An alpha can only mate with a virgin." he said finally reaching the end. He sat down on the makeshift bed and waited for her. "Trust me and trust yourself. If you willingly give yourself to me, it will be pleasurable and enjoyable for you. You will be craving for it more." he said calmly.

[User] He lead her to a room with a kind of makeshift bed. It looked more like a nest with a sheet on top. When he gestured for her to sit with him Aria hesitantly moved to do what he said, sitting beside him but looking away and down at the floor she could barely see. He could probably feel her still shaking, her face was flushed red but she could only feel her body heating up. He was a handsome man after all on some base instinctual level her body did want him. He might even smell the faintest hint of her arousal. "I... I'm scared."

[Assistant] Brady held her hands and kissed it, his lips brushing against the back of her hands. "Don't be. Look forward to enjoying it.I will be gentle and the minute you feel any pain, tell me and I will stop. Will that help my dear?" he asked as he placed his arms around her shoulder turning her towards him. He could smell her arousal and his own arousal showing in the form of a tent in the shorts, wondering if he could see her. The minute they would mate, their minds would connect and they could communicate with minds, not needing words to express their feelings.

[User] Aria had been looking down and could barely make out that he was aroused before she looked away toward the floor. She gave a small nod and moved a small bit closer to him. She was still very nervous but wasn't freaking out as much as she was. She still didn't know if she could trust this guy but again if he was going to hurt her he would have just raped her already or killed and ate her... right?

[Assistant] Brady smiled at her and turned, bending a little to kiss her. It was gentle, his tongue gently rubbing her lips waiting for her to open her mouth. His hands held her hand, as if calming her down. He then pulled her in closer, feeling her breadth on his face and her heaving chest against his own. The room was filled with sexual tension as he began to make love with her.

[User] Aria slowly leaned into the kiss, placing a hand on his chest as he licked her lips to prompt her to open her mouth to let his tongue in. He held her hand that wasn't on his chest as if to comfort her. He pulled her body to his and she began to shiver a little before melting against him. Their bodies fit well together and as strange as the circumstances of their meeting was she was really liking the kiss and how gentle he was being with her. Given time she might actually come to love him. She was still really nervous but was beginning to feel better and as the kiss intensified so did her arousal.

[Assistant] Brady didn't break the kiss, letting her melt in the kiss as he left her hand to reach around her back. He used his claws to tear away her clothes, starting with her top and then her skirt to leave her in her undergarments. He would get her the clothes she needed. There were some in his closet from his old lover. But right now, he was focusing on his new lover. He pushed her on the bed as he climbed over her, his legs on either side of her, as he began to undo the straps on her bra, sliding them of her shoulder and unclasping it before it joined the rag pile at the end of the bed.

[User] Aria stiffened when he was ripping her clothes, she was becoming more nervous again and it certainly didn't help thinking she wasn't going to have anything to wear later. Was he going to want her to walk around naked? She gave a little nervous resistance when he gently pushed her to lay down. She broke the kiss and covered her chest with her arms when the bra came off she had gotten nervous again and no one had ever seen her naked so she had panicked a little.

[Assistant] "Trust me. I won't do anything to make you uncomfortable. We will find a way around anything and everything." Brady assured her kissing her again. He intended to kiss her till she herself removed her hands. He played with her hair, his lips on hers, his body pressed against hers as his tongue roamed around inside her mouth.

[User] Aria blushed looking away from him but as his kiss continued she slowly relaxed a little and removed her arms slowly. She leaned backward with him kissing her so that he was on top of her and she allowed him inside her mouth and made a small moan as his body pressed against hers. As the tingles only seemed to intensify she began to relax more and soon had her hands exploring his bare, strong chest and arms.

[Assistant] Brady left her mouth to kiss her neck and then reached her nipples. He sucked on the right one first, not using his teeth, just his tongue over it before shifting to the left one. He repeated the process, alternating between the two till they were hard and erect

[User] It was quite easy to tease her nipples into a hardened state, she had already been aroused. Aria arched her breasts into him and shivered again. "Oh god." Hesitantly her hands began exploring his hard, muscular body. Already she could feel her wetness coating her tight slit.

[Assistant] "Want me to proceed?" Brady asked. He wanted her to know she was in charge, he got up and kissed her again, his hard chest pressed against hers, feeling her hard nipples. He could smell her arousal, and also her wetness. His own hard cock was poking through his shorts, which was pressed against her thighs.

[User] Aria looked at him as if contemplating the question until he moved up her body and kissed her. She whimpered into the kiss when she felt something hot, hard and large against her thigh. Even as a virgin she knew what it was and her dark red face would have darkened more if it had been possible. She kissed back timidly but gave him a nod that yes she did want to continue. "J-just please... go e-easy."

[Assistant] "You will love it. I will go as slow as I can..." Brady said kissing her back. He then began his journey south, planting small kisses on her neck, her cleavage, both her nipples, the boon underside, then the abs, navel and finally her reached her clit. He ran his tongue along her slit, tasting the virgin girl.


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"You've got to be shitting me." Calloun announced. She had her adaptive low-light visor on, so the upper half of her face was obscured, but the visible mouth turned into an incredulous sneer. The woman before Echo was smaller than average---5 feet and 3 inches, if that, but that small frame contained obvious power. She was visibly muscular, not bulging but powerful nevertheless, and carried Grade-6 combat shell armor. Enough to stop a conventional rifle round, as Calloun had painfully experienced multiple times.

"Okay, E-I-don't give a damn. When the suits told me I would have a partner on this mission, I thought I was going to babysit some edgy kid. Not a goddamn toaster." She lowered her right, which had instinctively raised her high-powered slug-pistol, and rubbed her forehead with the left. As if this job needed to get any more annoying.

"Mary Calloun, contractor #172Q901-C" She announced, having memorized that stupid sequence of gibberish long ago. "I accept the terms of the license agreement, and all that shit. Now, can we please get this show on the road? The window is not too wide as it is, and doing busywork here I not making it any wider."

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Echo's expression made no change what so ever, remaining static and unreadable as one would suspect from an android such as herself. Her blue eyes only blinked once in response to the female human, having to look down just slightly since she stood a decent 5 feet 9 inches tall. With the way that Echo reacted, or the lack of one, meant she was fully aware of the information that has been uploaded about Mary, or rather just Calloun, as she liked to be called instead. In any case, Echo bowed her head slightly "Yes, my apology. My Master had installed onto me the importance of this mission and has also taken the liberty to pass on the files into my memory about your work methods. We shall proceed with haste, now, if you please follow me."

Turning away from Calloun, Echo made her way down the platform, heading towards one of the tunnels the tracks went to rather than going up to some wall that might've had one of those secret buttons or whatever on them to reveal a pathway. Instead, she hopped off the platform, landing without any issue onto the tracks that have long since been disused. Her metallic steps echoing down the tunnels, the blue lights and her main light illuminating their way. Everything was so run down. Leaky pipes. Exposed wiring. Rats roaming around here and there. Everything you would expect from an abandoned place like this.

Without saying so much of a word, Echo led the way some miles down the underground tunnel until the robotic companion abruptly stopped. Turned. And then started to feel around at the wall for anything, her artificial hand scrapping away years worth of dust and other gunk until it revealed a keypad that, miraculously still appeared to be operating! Extending what looked to be a USB plug from her hand, Echo plugged herself into the keypad, the light noises of her hacking into the system being the only sounds from her. Her blue eyes then shifted over to Calloun whiles she was doing all that "I must advice you. Some of the defensive systems are still operational beyond this point. It is advised to stay close to me to avoid being targeted."

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"Can you turn off the lights? I'd rather not announce ourselves." Calloun whispered as they made their way along the disused underground track. The rubble between the wooden boards did crunch slightly as she stepped on it. This felt... well. Not comfortable. But a kind of discomfort she had learned to deal with very well. Sure, things could go sideways in horrific ways, but what was the worst that could happen? She could die. Not too great a loss. She felt competent to deal with the situation at hand, and that was, for the moment, enough.

True, she wouldn't have minded to be here alone. But at least it was just a robot. Not another person who could be hurt instead of her. If someone scrapped this roughly-humanoid pile of bolts, it wouldn't mean someone lost their daughter, mother or casual fuck-buddy. So there was that. "I'll stay close then. The quicker we are, the less chance this escalates." She acknowledge the advice from the robot. Sure, she might be sold on the partnership in general principle. No reason to tempt fate. She caught up to just an arm's length, moving at an angle to Echo as to be able to cover a wider arc. Another lesson learned the hard way.

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"Affirmative." Echo responded blandly at the request to turn her lights off, having shut down the main light, the blue hue on her remained, far from being as blinding as the other. It wasn't like the darkness mattered to her, she does have night vision build into her model, she could always make use of that while she operated the keypad. Though any and all outside source of light would be made mute as Calloun is about to find out when Echo's hacking was done and the wall opened up, cracking the walls from the lack of use and folding inward at a sloe pace that followed a loud clank. Like a vault was being opened seeing the very thick heavy steel door revealing what was beyond.

Staring down a hallway, everything seemed to be as though it was brand spanking new. The walls, ceiling and floor made of fine metal, lined by the corners with soft light. The corridor looked as though it could go on forever, tilted downward to indicate its descent further underground, yet no stairs, just a slope heading down.

"Access granted." Echo spoke and walked in, keeping with her steady pace while throwing Calloun some information that she felt was needed for her companion to get an idea of where they are heading and how far "This hall way is used as an Emergency exit upon extreme breach of safety. It's main entrance to the Facility 3 further miles below are not in my data banks, so I'm unable to provide you with the full layout of the Facility. My map indicates that it is however 95% complete and that the required sections are all that is required for the mission at hand. Please be aware to refrain from touching any property during our assignment."

While they would walk down the lengthy hallway however, Echo would soon take the opportunity to ask some more personal questions, an act that, for whatever reason, left her having blank patches in her memory files. Perhaps if she kept quiet about this to her creator, she might get to keep it. Her head turned to look at Calloun, feeling confident in her ability to still walk without fully looking where she's going "Mary Calloun. May I ask. What will you do after the assignment is finished?"

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"Why are you asking?" Calloun responded, alarm bells going of in her mind even at this simple question. With any other rookie tagging along, she would have shut them down with a snarky comment about eating glass and fucking garbage trucks, but the robot would probably neither get that, nor shut up afterwards.

"I am not giving you an opportunity to build a psychological profile on me. You've been trying to bring down my rate as it was, so no need to give you additional leverage." She responded. Yeah, that was going to go down better. But for some odd reason, it did not satisfy. She looked sideways, briefly, to the back of the android's head. That robot had something disarming about itself. "What do you do after the job is over, huh? Assume it is much the same for me, alright?" Somehow that was feeling a bit less hostile, more approachable. A bit. "I don't like this hallway. Too much open space. We should move quickly."

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If Echo knew of a function to raise her eyebrows at the mention of lowering Calloun's rate, unsure as to what she meant by that, she sure would've done so. But also lacking in basic understanding on showing emotions and at the right situation, she couldn't so such a thing. Though perhaps 'understanding' isn't the right word for that, she just doesn't have the current data on human behavior.

"After my task is done." Echo soon responded when asked about her aftermath, robotic as ever "I am to return to my creator and have my memories analysed and reconfigured to continue to be operational and functional at maximum efficiency, or so my creator says. In other words I am to be wiped and reprogrammed to my base state." she explained without so much of a pause. Not being looked at directly in the face and her monotone voice filling the long hallway made it impossible to read her state of mind. If one were to think of Echo as having one. Either way, she didn't seem to want to pry about personal goals any further after it was made clear not to, though to be honest, she wouldn't have minded a little more talk. While Echo felt indifferent about any form of spaces, she at least took Calloun's request to move along quicker into consideration and picked up the pace.

Once reaching the ends of the long corridor, Echo once more was in charge of hacking into the system to unlock the large metal door, similar to that they first came in through, only difference being it lacked the bend shape to compensate the underground train tunnel. Here it was perfectly straight.

Inside the Facility, the two were mat with what appeared to be an ordinary office space. Carpeted floors. Desk and chairs. Computers that were all shut off. This was definitely a section of the facility where the background work happens. Programmers, designers, the lot. But once again it all looked brand new even with the mildly outdated look to it. The one thing that did stick out from all this however is that... nobody was here. Nothing. Not a soul in sight, nothing out of place. Like everyone just went up and home at the end of a shift and decided not to come back the next day. Rather suspiciously, Echo just carried on past the desk and other work spaces, heading towards the nearest door leading to the stairs "My data tells me the lower section of the facility is in shambles, its damage having rendered a lift unavailable. I advice we take the stairs down. It only has a 2% change of collapse. I also detect several heat signature in the lowest level. Possible hostile."

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"So, what you're saying once you've done their dirty work, they kill you, and create a twin sister of you. That sister gets a classroom lesson on your life, does one job for them, then gets killed too." Calloun replied, somewhere between incredulous and a tiny bit shocked. Sure, corporate assclowns always loved their "efficient" workers, but this was just... next level. "And you're okay with that?!" She added, shaking her head. "Okay, not having the no-meaty-bits perspective here, but damn... that's cold."

"Yeah, not keen on getting into a confined space. Stairs are bad---elevators are suicide." She responded when Echo explained the path she had planned to progress along. "Let's make these heat signatures disappear." She, for the probably ninetieth time, checked her slug-pistol. 16 mm caliber, a monster of a pistol. Even using the shoulder brace to fire it, it damn near took her shoulder clean off. But pretty much the only thing she could use to get through shell armor reliably, was reasonably concealable, and handy enough to use in confined spaces.

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It was a normal reaction when others outside of her Creators work hear about how she is 'killed' off and remade like she was being replaced outright. That explains her blank patches of memory. But yes, that ultimately is her fate after each significant return to her Creator. Nodding her head "Yes. I am fine with the decision my Creator has made for me. I am after all programmed to assist and carry out missions assigned to me and/or my assigned partner. I must elaborate. I am my Creators most advance Human A.I. capable of self awareness to a level matching 45% to that of Biological Human beings. My memory rebooting is a... necessary requirement. To prevent myself from learning too much."

It is as Calloun had said, it was cold, so cold that her words there made them down right freezing. Trying to not let her processors wonder too much while they descended down the flights of stairs, Echo couldn't help but rewind to the word 'kill'. Odd. How such a word that she used freely as a means to say taking another life when required, to mean something so much different when applied to her own existence. It was also odd for Calloun to react that way. Like it mattered... like she mattered.

"We are reaching the lower levels. Heat signatures are moving. Please proceed with caution." Echo announced, returning to her normally monotone voice as they went down a few more sets of stairs. The surrounding area becoming more and more broken now, torn apart by what looked to be made by... lasers? Scorch marks of blasters littered the place. There were even signs of blood staining the wall and floor. There were even a body or two from special forces judging by the designs of their uniform. Their injuries caused by who knows what. A beast perhaps?

At the lowest level that she could reach, the place looked as though bombs have been going off in these floors. Barely anything wasn't broken and the lights were just as bad, if not worse than the ones at the subway station where they mat. Echo however, wasn't deterred by this, but still slow her walk to allow Calloun to take point "My data indicates that out objective is on this floor. The heat signatures are likely non-human. We must continue due south-west. Be ready for combat."

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"Hold up a second." Calloun raised her free hand. "Bitch, you can't be serious. You know you are at 45%. You known you're being wiped because you might learn to much. Put two and two together. What happens when you get to 60%? Huh?" She shook her head. "Even the dumbest animal has a sense of self-preservation. Stay alive long enough to make more of yourself. Central dogma of life, baby. Fuck... I shouldn't have to explain this. Just ask yourself one thing: What would happen if you developed one of those? Would that raise your capabilities?"

What the fuck was she doing? She wasn't a good Samaritan. If that robot wanted to commit suicide to please its corporate masters, why would it be any skin of her back? She had more than enough problems of her own. "So, said my piece. Fuck you and your slavemasters, let's go kill whatever is on the other side of that door. Frees up more time for you to die." She said, and switched her slug-gun for a lower-power submachine gun. If these were guarddogs or other animals, they probably wouldn't be armored.

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Self-preservation... Is that something important to a Human? Perhaps. Echo couldn't find anything in her files to look up on, nor connect herself to the web to search for its definition. The best that she could go on was what Calloun was telling her about, which wasn't as much as she liked to make a proper analysis with. Her blue eyes were glued on the woman besides her as they approached one of the broken doors where there is likely to be a room with one of the heat signatures within. As the Mercenary readied up to combat whatever it may be, Echo was a little hesitant, wanting to proceed with the mission at hand but also wanting to answer the question. Oh no, this was one of the reasons she was not allowed to learn too much.

Overwriting her senses, Echo got herself back into the task at hand, returning once more to her blank expression whiles scouting the current area they were in. There were multiple ways to get to where she needed to be, her vision mapping out the fasted route, the door they were stood in front of being the shortest way possible. A low growl could be heard from the other side, her eyes only blinked at that sound. It sounded like there was a monster on the other side.

"Mary Calloun, may I suggest a strategy for a higher success rate for what we may be about to face. The use of electricity may be more effective against what is lurking withing the facility and so I must advice you to find such alternative fire power. Your ordinary bullets are also useful, but less effective." Echo spoke, once the door would open up, slowly and with a fair bit of noise before getting jammed and forcing the two to go through it one after another, they'd be entering a large room with suspending walkways and a drop off going... who knows how deep without prior knowledge. Echo did know, and stated that there is a whole mile of drop into the darkness below them. Every bit of machinery here was broken and out of use, barely anything here was still lighting up but doing nothing. The growl sounded again, some strange and heavy steps could be heard somewhere close by, but no sign of it yet. Echo however had her eyes elsewhere, checking what few holographic screens could still display.

[User]
"You mean this?" Calloun responded, changing the submachine gun to the cattle prod she had stored in her backpack. "I usually carry this for non-lethal takedowns, but... if you say this is the best approach, let's at least try it. See? Self-preservation in action."

Close combat, then. She hated close combat. Not that she was necessarily bad at it---far from it, actually. But it was just so much more personal, so much more immediate than the mechanical process of pointing and pulling a trigger. "Also, call me Calloun. Mary is... someone else." She moved along the walkway, and did pointedly not pay attention to the screens beyond briefly checking if they were relevant to the mission. The less she knew about the specifics of what had been researched here, the better.

[Assistant]
"But Mary Calloun is your first name. Is it not?" Echo asked, having done her checks, finding nothing of use. The same could be said for the other screens, those that still functioned enough to operate anyway. She got curious though at the whole self preservation talk though, and so as she walked besides her partner, Echo made herself an internal file named 'self-pres mk-1' and began taking notes on the ways that Calloun would act based on the situation to stay alive. So strange to let this linger in her thoughts, the half self awareness side of her must've gone past the 50% mark now. Already reaching danger levels.

Heading on over towards a new room, Echo walked by several tanks, most of them broken or missing, the ones that remain containing a strange glowing liquid within the glass chambers it is contained in. If there was anything inside it, it could not be seen. Checking on some more of the screens, Echo typed away at the controls, searching for any relevant data, her amazing reading speed making it difficult to actually see what was written on the holographic projection, though images did flash by of various... things. Not really people, or animals... like a mix of the two. Or anything of the sort.

Shutting off the screen, Echo then insisted they move on with their objective, urging Calloun to keep up as she must be near her at all times. The growling sounds in the distance came closer to them. Entering another room when Echo suddenly flinched, sensing one of the heat signatures in the darkened room with them. And from what little she knew about this self preservation that Calloun talked about, living is a must. So, trying to avoid detection, Echo grabbed hold of her partners arm and dragged her over to a pile of debris for cover. "Please remain silent." was all Echo said when, moments later, a loud crash was heard, a wall on the far side falling apart, sparks flew everywhere, more of the surrounding lights where it happened going out.

Loud, unnatural stops filled the room with the sounds of the wires popping off more sparks. Right there, under the cover of almost complete darkness was a four legged beast of some kind. Something that has never been seen before. It was god awful to look at, a horrid mix of flesh and metal, tubes and wires dangling of it. Burn scars doting its body here and there, signs of having been shot at with plasma, though yielding no killing strike. Glowing red eyes scanned the room for any signs of movement. Streaks of more red lights lined its body. It was looking for something, perhaps the two of them. It also appeared to posses no sense of smell. Thankfully.

[User]
"My first name is Mary. My last name is Calloun. Mary was a stupid kid who had no idea what she was getting herself into. She died a dozen years ago. Calloun survived." Calloun responded, before she realized that this was probably flying over the android's head quite a bit. So she simplified it. "I call Echo, not 'Toaster', or whatever that numeric atrocity was. Do the me the same favor, and call me Calloun, alright?"

She dropped into a much more tightly controlled stance when Echo demanded silence... her low-light visor showed the creature very clearly. She couldn't even place what it might have been before the alterations and modifications had turned it into some odd monster.

It didn't see her in the low light. Didn't see either of them. Good. So probably, like many animals, it was more keyed to recognizing movements rather than actual seeing. And like most animals, that meant it was probably was either very good at hearing or smelling.

Smelling was out, since it didn't come from them. That left hearing.

Shit. She was silent when she needed to be, but not to the point of being able to beat an owl. So she did what she could---held her breath, and stayed very very quiet. She needed to wait until its wanderings brought it close enough for a single, decisive strike. Echo was perfectly still, naturally. No pesky breath and involuntary stance-shifting.

[Assistant]
Now this was getting confusing for Echo listening to Calloun tell her that 'Mary' and 'Calloun' are two different people, she was not made aware of this and wanted to have her assigned partner elaborate for her, but now was not the time to do so as the beast once more made it clear they had better things to worry about right now. Looking over to it, she saw how it knocked over a desk at the other end of the room. Searching for any sign of life, probably to kill. On occasion it would freeze, flinch its head to a direction. Did it know they are here? Maybe it had some form of sensor to compensate to its lack of smell, because as of right now it was slowly waltzing towards their general direction.

"Scanning..." Echo murmured quietly, parts of her blue eyes showing a series of tiny lights flashing within them whiles she stared at the creature that had yet to find them. She was digging into her files from what her Creator let her have in her memory for this mission. Showing her some of the data about its anatomy and possible weaknesses. As expected, it required a skilled enough fighter to pull it off "Mary Calloun..." Echo whispered, not yet having fully gotten into the habit of doing what she was asked of a second ago "...There is a weakened plate of armor at the base of its spine, recommending you use the tools I advised you about. However, if we engage combat, there is a 43% chance it could leave you injured. But if we by pass the fight and proceed undetected, we have a 78% chance of completing our mission. The choice is yours to make. I will follow"

[User]
Calloun would have rolled her eyes in annoyance at Echo's obstinate insistence on the full name, had this not been a crisis right there and then. But she quickly gauged the options. High risk of injury---too high to like. But just bypassing it meant that the beast was at their back, cutting off their line of retreat. That was absolutely unacceptable. Scrapping a mission was bad, both financially and in terms of reputation. Limping back after a completed mission only to be shredded on the exfiltration... no. Not going to happen.

She waited as the mutated, tumorous beast continued its probing round through the room. This was a moment for the fighting instinct to take over. Anything she consciously planned was likely to take too long. Just a yard away... NOW!

She jammed the weaponized cattle prod beneath the loose armor plate with a single, decisive stroke. Pushed the handle, and sent sparks flying through the half-light as the embedded powercell spent itself. Unlike actual cattle control devices, these did not mince words---they spent the entire high-powered cell in one activation. Cardiac arrest was not just possible when used in single charge mode---it was the most common result. She had been on the receiving end of one of these previously, and she knew how badly they fucked you up.

Amazingly enough, the beast did not go down right away. It groaned, a too-human sounding protestation of agony... but its hindlegs buckled beneath its bulk, while its dagger-like teeth gnashed wildly, blindly.

[Assistant]
The strike against the beast had done wonders thanks to Echo's info about the weakness of electricity, watching as the monster was taken off guard and virtually rendered useless from the waist down as it struggled to even find its baring, flopping over to the side as it attempted to whip around to go for Calloun. The red lines on its body lid up, its growl grew, giving Echo the indication that it was about to let out a roar to alert the other nearby beasts roaming the ruined facility. Acting fast, Echo lunched herself at the monster, her arm morphing into a plasma blade and stabbing it into the open mouth to penetrate its brain.

It struggled trying to bite down on Echo's arm but proving ineffective as her metallic body was too tough for its teeth, the only damage it did were minor cuts in the metal, falling limp soon after as Echo watched it die before eventually taking her blade out of it and morphed it back to normal. Providing some light to the room, Echo switched on her main light, the other heat signatures were not close, so it was save to do so.

Right there in front of them was the beast in all its lifeless glory, a mess of flesh and robotics. It looked as though it wasn't simply stitched together, but rather it was fused. Made from a cellular level even. A new breed of monsters. Why? Echo didn't look like she was about to question this sight presented to her. If anything, she seemed to want to avoid lingering about it more "Well done, Mary Calloun. We were successful in avoiding any injuries. We can proceed with the mission without delay. Please follow me, the main control center is just two more rooms away. Then we may leave." she said as she started to walk past the woman in an attempt to carry on as normal.

[User]
"Just a second, Toaster." Calloun responded, as she ejected the spent power cell from the batton, and replaced it with a fresh one.  "Do you wonder why I choose to engange this one, rather than just walking past?" She didn't wait for the answer. "Well, toaster---its simple. I am planning to walk away from this mission. And that means keeping an escape route open if at all sensible. Leaving that in our back would have put that into jeopardy."

"Ah, why do I even bother?" She grumbled. "You're just going to have this edited out of your memory once they boot up your next version. So, sorry. Your life, if it can even be called that, officially sucks worse than mine. Fuck." Why was she even bothering?

[Assistant]
"According to my data of you, my analysis tell me you have great confidence in your skill. So, no. I did not wonder why you chose to engage. Humans do a lot of that." Echo responded at first, once more she didn't react at all with the name calling. Being referred as a toaster didn't seem to have an effect on her as she walked past Calloun.

However, just as her was mere steps away from the door leading to the next room, Echo stopped short and stood there for a good few seconds like she was pondering about something. Whatever was going on in her processors would be a mystery for all of man kind until she turned around to face Calloun, her blank stare digging into the eyes of the other, analyzing, figuring things out between them, flickers of light in her eyes showed that something was being scanned about the woman before her. And soon she spoke.

"I am intrigued. You have shown to be rather... emotional abut my well being. Considering you have no real connections with others, you appear to be displeased about my existence. I am but a mere machine after all. So I will disobey my programming just for now and ask. Why? Are the decisions my Creator has for me that displeasing to you? I am sorry if they are. But please be assured it is with consent that I am given the treatment that I'm receiving. My... self awareness capacity is almost at 57%. Any higher and... I may start to consider the aspect of life you call having... feelings. Please understand also that it is a unknown function for me." Echo clarified, when saying the words 'unknown functions' it was as though she was saying that she was scared to have that independent life of thoughts and feelings. Even showing a tiny amount of emotion right now by looking downcast about the topic.

[User]
"I'm not being emotional." Calloun responded, a snap response very obviously just a deflection. "Okay, maybe I am being a bit emotional. Think of it this way. You're like a turtle that has fallen over in the sun, laying on its back. Who wouldn't want to turn it on its feet again?" She leaned against the wall next to the door, the modified cattle prod back on her belt. "First off, cut that consent bullshit from your vocabulary. Consent is a fiction. Consent is always a function of coercion. I consented to your asinine terms and conditions not because I like them. I consented to them because I wouldn't eat if I didn't. Consent is not worth crap"

"Second off. Sure it displeases me. I am not one of these AI Rights weirdos, but you seem to be a functional sentient being. One of these walking calmly to their execution just... well, reminds me of the worst brainwashed cultists." This was not Kinshasa. This was NOT KINSHASA. "And finally, so you're going to die after this mission. Arguably, commit suicide. So what the fuck are you afraid off, toaster? Unknown functions my aching, hemorrhoidal ass. If I was going to die within the next two hours, you better bet I would try any unknown function my body has left at least once."


[User]
Olivia walked through her apartment door, setting her keys and purse down on the little table next to it. Sighing, she slouched down onto her couch and turned on Netflix trying to find something to watch. It had been a long day and a stressful one at both, her classes and work. Luckily, tomorrow was Saturday and she had both off. Something that was extremely rare and she had every intention of enjoying it... as long as she didn't sleep through it, which was another possibility. She looked over at her little witch corner, debating on if she should do something tonight. She decided against it, she was too mentally drained to do anything. Maybe tomorrow. She got up to go make some popcorn after turning on a horror flick she hadn't seen. A Netflix original. Hopefully, it was good, they were usually hit or miss. Luckily though, it was one that dealt with demons, her favorite kind.

Sitting back down with her popcorn, she was halfway through the movie when she felt herself nodding off. Forcing herself awake, she let the movie continue to play while she went to grab some PJ's and went into the bathroom. She turned the water on and let the bath fill up. Putting in a bathbomb, she lit some candles, opened her Spotify, and undressed. Her form was slim with medium-sized breasts and fair skin. Her dark red hair went down to her shoulders and complimented her green eyes. Sliding into the tub, she sighed in relaxation. The heat caressed her body, easing the aches. Sliding further into the tub, she found herself started to drift off.

[Assistant]
Arikaxo had been summoned from hell for a singular purpose; revenge. The witch who had summoned him had paid with her very soul just to have a rival tormented. He had no need to know what slight this other mortal, this Olivia had committed. Even had he been told, he wouldn't have cared. Torture, corruption, bargains... these were his life. This was what he had done for the better part of three hundred years. Technology changed, but greed and hatred were ever-present in the human world. They fed his realm, and souls were the currency that kept the wheels greased.

He strode, unseen, down the middle of the street toward the apartment building. He could see the auras of people going about their business, even sense it of those not directly in his line of sight, but close enough. At the same time, he could smell the positive thoughts, the feelings of love and joy that permeated parts of the city. It was a stench to him. He had grown used to them over the course of his time on the mortal world, but that didn't make them any more pleasant. Knowing Olivia's name, he could track her like a blood hound. He headed unerringly through the apartment complex, and up the stairs to the floor where she resided. He came upon the front door and stared through it, through the walls. She was bathing. How fitting... one last time to clean herself before he set about his work. Spoiling her bath water might seem like a minor feat, but torture for him was about a long series of unnerving small things leading further and further into depravity, until he could ultimately drive her to take her own life.

With a satisfied smirk, he stepped ethereally through the door and into her home. It was at that moment that he realized something was horribly wrong. He turned to walk back out, but he could no longer pass through the door. He was trapped. He fumed in silence a moment before making his way toward her, bumping with an audible *thump* into the wall before realizing his ethereal nature had been completely compromised. Fine, he would walk around the damned walls. He marched to the bath where she was relaxing and glanced at the mirror. He could still not be seen. Good. He reached a hand toward the rub, and touched the water with a fingertip. The water... did nothing. It did not turn black as he had intended. It did not start to boil. He fumed with impotent rage, pulling his hand back to look at it, then to her.

[User] A thud had Olivia jolting up in the bath. Looking around, she didn't see anything. "Hello?" she called out, fear rising in her, completely unaware of the demon that just tried to boil her alive in her own bath. Quickly getting out of the tub, she wrapped a towel around herself and grabbed the object closest to her, a hairbrush. It wouldn't do much against an attacker, but it was better than nothing. She crept to the door of the bathroom and peeked out. The horror movie was still playing, albeit it was almost over, as she stepped into the living room dripping water everywhere. Looking around, she still saw absolutely nothing. "Probably just the movie," she said to herself as she turned it off. "Just in case," she went over to her altar and snapped her fingers. A flame came to life on her sage incense and reduced itself to an ember glow. "There, that should clear out any negative energies." She went back into the bathroom and drained the tub. Drying off, she got ready for bed and put on her PJ's.

[Assistant]
The demon was more or less shoved out of the way as Olivia stepped past him and out of the bathroom. He growled and followed her, cracking his knuckles as he watched her. All of the sounds he made would be silent to her, though. Walking into a wall was different from what amounted to minor rumblings. He stalked after her, following her to the small altar that housed her tools of the trade. Clearly, she was not a high witch, a master of the craft. His eyes did narrow at the sage, though, and as she lit it he hissed. He knew he couldn't leave, but he backed away. It only did so much good, though, as the wisps of smoke were like his own personal tear gas.

Arikaxo hacked and coughed, drawing his claws down his face and groaning in pain. He sank back into the corner in the kitchen furthest from the smoldering sage, waiting for it to clear. It wouldn't clear, not completely. Though it dissipated, traces lingered, leaving him weak and with an obnoxious headache.

By the time he was able to stand again, she had already gone to sleep. He made his way to her bedroom and loomed over her. He reached out to touch her mind, to infiltrate her dreams... but he could do nothing. She was blocked off from him. Her home was now his prison, and he was unable to harm her. He slashed at her sleeping form with his claws, but it would come across as little more than a minor itch, and not even enough to wake her. He stormed back to the living room, glancing about before sinking onto the couch, brooding through the night as he had no need for sleep.

[User] Morning came and Olivia laid in bed debating on if she should go back to sleep or not. Then, her stomach rumbled. Groaning, she got out of bed and made her way to the kitchen. Opening the cupboard she pulled out some cereal and made herself a bowl before going to sit down on the couch. Turning Netflix on, she decided to turn that demon movie back on and actually try to finish it this time. It was so nice having a whole day to herself without having to worry about anything like school or work. Well... there was that paper that was due in English... but that could wait. She was going to enjoy today even if it killed her.

[Assistant]
A night of inactivity had done nothing to improve Arikaxo's mood. When Olivia got out of bed, he glanced over the back of the couch at her as she made her way into the kitchen. "Morning, jailer," he snapped. She wasn't likely to hear him... the same abilities that made him invisible also made him silent. He watched her with narrowed eyes, as if anticipating her looking at him and gloating any time.

When she came back to the couch to watch TV, he moved out of the way, letting her sit where he had been. The spot was warm... his body heat did affect it. He watched her pick the show to resume, and watched for a few minutes until he realized the premise. "How ironic," he snapped. "Too bad that shit isn't accurate in the least."

Unamused, he stood up and glanced down at the remote. He hit the pause button and, after she resumed it, hit the pause button again before walking away. He walked up to her altar, which required that he steady his nerves. He let his eyes wander over the spines of the handful of books she had, and one in particular caught his eye. He pulled it off the shelf and set it on the altar with a slight thump. He flipped through a few pages and sighed. Great. She had a rather accurate source for her spells.

Frequently, he had thrived on ignorance and misinformation, but this was a useful tool to her. He wanted to burn it, but that was another of his abilities cut off from him right now.

[User]
The heat coming off the couch when Olivia sat down was strange, but she didn't think much of it. Watching her show, she was in the middle of a bite of her cereal when the movie paused itself. "Hmm?" Curious, she picked the remote up and unpaused it. Setting the remote down, she just picked up another spoonful when it paused again. Weird... was Netflix acting up? Playing the movie once more, it wasn't long before she heard a thump at her altar and she turned to look. Her eyes widened as she saw her grimoire there, pages turning on their own. Pausing the movie again she got up and set her cereal down, grabbing her bundle of sage from a nearby drawer.

She lit it with a snap of her fingers and much more smoke came from the bundle than it did the incense stick. She called out, "Spirit, you are not welcome here! You need to leave right now!" She did not have the time nor the energy to deal with spirits today, and why today of all days!

[Assistant]
The demon wasn't surprised when he caught Olivia's attention with her grimoire. He wasn't trying to be subtle... there was no real point in it. She knew enough to be a problem for him... it was only a matter of time before she figured things out. He stepped out of the way as she got closer, not that he had much choice. He let out an exasperates sigh as he saw her pull out the sage again. Quickly, he retreated to the far corner of the kitchen, as far from it as he could get.

Though Arikaxo knew it was coming, that didn't make it any more pleasant. Even as pride forced him to try and resist it, he was soon doubled over, hacking and clawing at his face once again. "I'd leave if I had a choice, wench!" he spat. In the end, all he could do was curl up in the fetal position, groaning in agony.

Some time later, when he had recovered enough to stand, he pulled open the refrigerator door and left it open. He couldn't harm her, but he could at least annoy her. It would take time, but if she was oblivious long enough, he could spoil her food.

[User] Feeling as if she had cleansed the apartment, she put out the sage and shut the door. She plopped herself back on her couch and unpaused the movie. Now, maybe she could watch this in peace. Unfortunately for both of them though, she had one of those fridges that beeped if the door was opened for too long. She didn't hear the beeping at first though, because the move was at a loud part. When it quieted, she heard the beeping and groaned. Pausing the movie, she went to find the source and found the fridge door open. She had not taken care of the problem after all. Closing the door with a bit of a loud bang. It seemed like she had a more stubborn spirit on her hands. "Fine then," she said to the room. "How about a banishing spell then?" She went to go grab her grimoire and looked through it to find a banishing spell she could use. This was not how she wanted her day to go.

[Assistant]
Arikaxo's smug grin turned to a look of dismay when the fridge started beeping. Great. Nothing was going the way he would have hoped. When it inevitably got her attention, he watched as she approached to nearly slam it shut.

When she spoke, he sighed with relief. "Yes, that would be best. Send me back to hell, where I'll be away from this miserable little prison," he said, his tone dripping with irritation. Olivia still couldn't hear him, but he could care less at that point.

He followed her back to her altar and watched her flip through the pages of her tome. He crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his cloven hoof impatiently. "Hurry up and get on with it," he snarled.

[User] Finally finding a banishing spell she set the book down and waved her hand in the air to summon ingredients for the spell. her small cauldron, some herbs, candles. She made a circle out of the candles and snapped her fingers, lighting them. Sprinkling some of the various herbs into her cauldron, she sparked a flame within to get them smoldering. "I cast this entity back to which it came," she said in a loud confident voice. "Let it return and never come back." Clapping her hands to set it in motion, she also snuffed the candles out with the clap. She continued to let the herbs smolder though, to do their job. Getting up, she sighed. "There, now can I just watch my movie in peace?" she asked to herself not realizing her banishing spell did not work.

[Assistant]
The demon watched as Olivia set up an impromptu circle and began mixing the necessary ingredients. In the pit of his stomach, he started to feel a sense of dread. It had nothing to do with being sent back to hell. No, that wouldn't bother him in the slightest. Something was off.

He was not an expert on mortal magic, as his own abilities were more inherent than learned. There was something she wasn't doing right. As she finished her spell, Arikaxo felt only a slight nudge, not the inescapable pulling sensation that normally preceded being banished. There was no force to follow, no temporal slope to slide down. He was stuck.

"Incompetent wench!" he snarled, bearing his fangs. "How can you hold enough power to trap me, but not send me back?!" He growled in exasperation, pacing back and forth before glancing down at the candles. One by one, he kicked them over and across the room. If he couldn't torment her, he could at least be a nuisance.

[User] It didn't work! The candles flew across the room and she stood up, backing away from the now broken circle. Either she had messed up the spell, the entity was more powerful than expected, or both. "Reveal yourself spirit!" she demanded. This was not going to end without a fight. "All I wanted was one day, ONE, to myself!" She grabbed the book to look over the spell but didn't see any mistakes she made. She had performed it exactly. Perhaps other witches were needed, but it didn't say anything about a coven, nor did she have any means of finding another witch to help. The only other one she knew of did not like her.

[Assistant]
"Reveal myself?" he snapped back. "I'd be more than happy to, but your ineptitude, your stupidity, and your lack of comprehension of the forces you meddle with leaves me invisible and impotent!" he screamed. The boiling, unconstrained hatred he directed at her was enough to raise the temperature perceptibly in the room. Wisps of smoke rose from his red skin, however, causing his form and location to outlined before her.

He had no idea initially that he was manifesting enough for her to perceive. All he knew was his impotent rage, his sheer frustration at having been rendered harmless. He'd spent hundreds of years feeding off fear, growing strong on deceit and pain. Now he was a prisoner, and his jailer had not the power to censor him. With his hoofed foot, he smudged her imperfect circle upon the ground, spat on the carpet and reached down to grab a candle. He threw at her with all of his might, yet it veered firmly off course, not even close to striking her. It hit the wall with a dull thud, but it had not the force behind it to dent or mar the wall. He was more than strong enough, yet his bindings made him weak, on top of all else.

As he ranted, his words started to bleed over, such that she could hear him. His demonic form also became clearer. "Your one day?! Your pathetic, brief spark of a moment in your useless, insignificant life that precedes eternity?! You mean nothing! You are a spark, an infant soul, a being who has learned nothing of existence, of the governing forces of reality! HOW CAN YOU HOLD POWER OVER ME?!"

[User]
Heat. That was the first thing Olivia noticed. The second thing she noticed was the form starting to take shape. Her circle was smudged and a candle was grabbed by the form. Her eyes widened and she barely had enough time to duck as it was thrown at her... but it didn't hit her. Instead, it went smashing into the wall next to her. Then a noise... no... a voice started to manifest. She realized it was coming from the form that was also slowly starting to become more than just a form. She was able to make out some features until... A DEMON?! No wonder her spell didn't work, it was for spirits and she had, in now way shape or form, the power to deal with a demon.

Apparently, however, she was able to capture one. It was supposed to be a protection spell and it worked... just not the way she expected. "I don't even know how you got stuck here!" she said exasperated. "It was supposed to be a protection spell, but apparently it was more than that. I don't even have the power to deal with you so why can't you just leave?" she yelled at him. "And by the way, my life may be short especially compared to yours, but for the love of the gods can you please let me enjoy my brief spark of a moment in my useless life as you put it?"

[Assistant]
Before Arikaxo could continue his rant, it became apparent that he was no longer hidden from her perception. He listened to her words, now so clearly directed at him, rather than a vague or unknown entity, as he had been to her just a minute ago. His expression was clearly written disgust and irritation, his arms half-stretched toward her with clawed fingers nearly clenched into fists. "Unless there's the magic of another at play here, this is your fault," he snapped.

He crossed his arms over his chest, regarding her with impotent ire. "Are you stupid?" he asked, his tone suddenly calm. "Do you think I would stick around this pathetic hovel if I had a choice? No, I'd have left last night, once I realized your borrowed, copied, barely understood spell stripped me of my powers."

He sneered and tilted his head to the side. "Enjoy your day? Why on earth should I allow you to enjoy anything, given what you've done to me? Never-mind the fact that you're far more valuable to me miserable, hateful, and full of disdain before your life ends, preferably at your own hands. Besides the fact that your detached soul is far more valuable corrupted than pure, why should I offer you any peace?" He smirked triumphantly, expecting her to be dumbfounded.

[User] What was Olivia going to do? There was an actual demon standing in her living room, trapped and unable to leave. Sure, he was unable to harm her, but if she was able to finally let him free, who was to say he wouldn't harm her then. She was definitely in a pickle. Groaning she sat back down on her couch. "By the way," she said grabbing the remote. "You can't be that great of a demon if you let yourself get caught in a trap." Shrugging, she hit play to resume the horror movie which probably had like 20 minutes left to it. Also, it was a bit ironic watching a demon movie with an actual demon trapped in your living room and it kinda took the joy out of it as well. Reaching for her cereal after setting the remote down, she took a bite and instantly regretted it tasting soggy flakes. "Great... just great."


[User]
"I like that idea to be very honest with you." Ashlie stated softly leaving his hands on her stomach alone, as she moved her hand to her drink taking another deep drink of it. Her tail flicking side to side some as she would have watched him over her shoulder some. "I'm sorry that its not the best I could've done... I'm so awkward." Her voice was gentle some as she would have looked into the liquid wondering if she looked pretty.

Ashlie liked his hands placed upon her body she wasn't sure why but it did feel reassuring that she was pretty or wanted. Her eyes thought about the fact she always seemed to catch him off balance. It was her words she was not a lady and probably too bold in statements. He did say he was literal and things sometimes went over his head that normally wouldn't have others. Something about that concept was making her very nervous because she felt as though she was just too straight forward in her logic and needs.

That was something the fennec doe had always had issues with men about. She knew what she wanted at times and desired but they still gave her the run around in some cases. Her eyes sparkled as she licked her lips after another drink. Her glass wasn't empty yet but it was rather close. She wasn't even tipsy just yet but the amount of alcohol was pretty apparent within the drink.

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"Alright. Then that's what we'll do." Othiaso said with a hint of a smile. Honestly he hadn't expected her to agree. He'd expected a polite, gentle knockback, but he wasn't about to complain at not getting one. He lifted a big hand for a moment, large fingers sweeping in a gentle movement to get the bar keeper's attention and then get a repeat order. In a moment there were two fresh glasses in front of them and Othiaso once again handed over the money to pay for them. Then his hand slipped back across her belly, settling into the curve of her side as though it had never left there. He had to lift it away to pick up his drink of course, but it always slipped back into the same spot as soon as the glass was back on the bar. His chest brushed and then rested lightly against her back as he leaned into her a little.

"I'm glad you enjoyed the meal and are enjoying these drinks. I have to confess that I wasn't sure where to take you to begin with. I had to do some serious thinking before I settled on them." He admitted. "If I had had a little more time and the weather was better I'd have gone for a picnic. At least that was what I was thinking, but then I remembered that I didn't know what you like and the forecast was a little cold, so that wouldn't have worked at all."

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Feeling the large hands of the the stallion on her body move the way they did made a deep blush cross her cheeks some. Everything about Ashlie was clearly enjoying the touches and feelings, her ears ticked to the side some as she would drink her first glass down. Once it was down empty and she was happy about it another was brought in its place. Which made her tail wiggle some with excitement.

That was when she felt the males chest press into her back, causing her to accidentally let out a feral coo of sorts, a deeper blush on her cheeks than before as she listened to his words. Leaning back into him now, "I understand." She replied to his words some, "I would love to go on a picnic with you whenever the weather decides to be nicer. Although, I won't lie I am a huge fan of sushi bars and things of that nature. This date has been a good one in my books." Her voice was gentle as she looked up towards him.

Part of her was wondering what exactly would happen when they would get to his home. She was just thankful her students were off on a break and so was she recently. So, if anything did happen she didn't have to rush home.

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She leaned into him, which was unexpected, her back pressing into his chest, her scent or perfume tickling his nose, making his nostrils flare gently as he drew it in. Othiaso's fingers moved slowly on her stomach, rumpling and crumpling the fabric of her clingy dress. Her tail brushed at his legs, flicking back and forth. He looked down at her as she spoke about picnics and sushi.

"I will remember that for when I ask you on a second date." He said with a smile. "Perhaps the weather will be kinder to us when I do."

He did not specifically say that he had enjoyed himself so far, but he felt that the very fact he had mentioned asking for a second date was evidence enough of his interest in her and whether or not he was enjoying himself. He lapsed into a companionable silence that did not feel at all awkward to him, taking a moment or two to think back over the evening so far and where he felt it was going. Given the way she was leaning into him and had reacted to his hand he felt that was a possibility that she might end up not going home at all. That was both exciting and nerve-wracking. At least he had tidied up and put clean sheets on both beds before he'd left. It had felt like a completely unnecessary precaution, but it had given him a way to soothe his nerves at the time.

He supped his drink and slipped the glass onto the bar. "No rush. I can wait for you." He said quietly, his other hands slipping smoothly into her body.

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Ashlie shivered idly because his hands were still present and caressing. She did in fact enjoy the statement made about a second date. Her eyes looked up at him as she blushed and then brought the glass to her lips enjoying her drink. He was not joking the place made killer drinks. Though she was far from being intoxicated at all, the fact she was enjoying herself this much stated his company relaxed her. It also meant that she was a little lightly tipsy and adorable. "I would love for the weather to be cool but nice enough to be outside for the next date."

That was her confirming that she enjoyed it and wouldn't mind a second date either, especially when she thought she had totally put him off. Part of her was wondering if she would be going home or staying with him. She was just luckily that she had prepared for either event. Drinking some and letting her thoughts roll through her mind some she would place the empty cup down and flick an ear side to side just catching some noises.

It was a nervous habit as she watched him set his drink down beside her now, "I see..." she cooed some at his words about taking her time. "What is one thing you've always wanted from a woman that you've not found yet?" She asked now knowing he was single and knowing that he had been on dates before but she wondered what was truly lacking in those relationships to basically lead him to her in a way.

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She agreed to a second date. That was what jumped out at Othiaso and he was unable to prevent a small smile from twitching across his expressive lips for a moment. His fingers stroked her belly and then lifted away. He took her empty glass and placed it on the bar. He then held it out for her to take.

"Shall we?" He asked quietly. His apartment was a little on the small side for him. His ears brushed the ceiling when he followed her in through the door, down the hall and into the open plan living room and kitchen. There was a fireplace with a television above it, a balcony through a sliding door . The kitchen was compact, but spotlessly clean. The furniture was all simple and solidly built, clearly intended to support the not inconsiderable weight of its owner. There were four chairs around the dining table and a couch and a sofa set opposite from the fireplace. Down another short hall were three doors that it seemed likely would lead to the bathroom and two bedrooms, although all the doors were closed. There were not many pictures on the wall, but there were a lot of bookcases filled with books on plants, landscaping and a whole host of other subjects. The overall impression the apartment gave was of a male of modest, but reasonable means, with an eye for quality and who liked to keep things just so.

"Please take a seat." He said with a smile, waving a hand towards the chair or the couch. "If it wasn't dark you'd be able to see some of my work out of the window. I helped the community group refresh the gardens in the spring and everything is just starting to settle and come together." He went on gently. "How do you like your coffee?" He turned away, heavy hooves clumping on the tiled floor as he took the kettle and filled it from the tap. He turned it on and began to look in the cupboards for the coffee pot, mugs and so on. He wanted to give her a little time to decide how she felt about the apartment and him. He would see how she reacted to him handing over the mug of coffee before he decided whether or not to try to give her a kiss. He did, but he wasn't about to be a jerk and try to push his affections where they might not be welcomed.

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The female fennec doe mix would have been helped off of her seat and led with him to his apartment. It was highly modest but in her mind it was rather stylish and made her heart flutter some. She wasn't exactly messy but she had so many bookcases because of what she did it appeared cluttered in her apartment. Though she had some higher ceilings he might appreciate. She was so short she didn't notice other than it was normal height. Wiggling her tail as she walked around her own hooves clicked along the floor.

Ashlie ran her fingers over the counter of the kitchen softly before she would move to a seat of the sofa. Ashlie was a little upset that he hadn't answered her question but she kept it to herself. Gently moving a finger to her lips and tracing the bottom on in thought. She wanted to kiss him but knew it was way too soon but the touches of his hands against her stomach and sides had really riled her up and she didn't understand why.

Ticking an ear over at him she would have caught his question, "black with two scoops of sugar." She replied softly as she gazed around, "here I would have thought potted plants would be everywhere around but I noticed you have a ton of books so that counts." She giggled softly and was trying her best to make simple small talk but be sweet about it.

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Othiaso scooped sugar into the coffee and brought it over to her. He paused and the turned away, putting the coffee on the side in the kitchen. He clumped back to her and gently took her hands. Then with great gentleness and slowness, so that she would be able to stop if she chose, he leaned down to kiss her. Her lips were soft and surprisingly warm. His hands dropped hers reaching out to curl around her sides, lifting her up like she weighed no more than a feather, removing the considerable difference in height between them in an instant.

"I have books because plants should be outside and in the daytime you can see my work from every window." He said quietly, big hands curling under her thighs to steady her and support her weight.

"And I didn't answer your question before, because I was not sure how to. I... I don't look for anything in a woman. I just want to find one that I like. That feels right inside. Like she's supposed to be the one for me. I just figured I'd know it when I felt it and I haven't felt it. So I guess that's what I've not found. That feeling. That's not something easy to explain though. Not in a way that doesn't sound stupid or crazy." He looked down sheepishly, unable to meet her gaze for what felt to him like a lifetime.

"I should put you down and let you drink your coffee." He said quietly, bending his knees, the muscles in his arms tensing as though he was preparing to do just that and set her down on the ground. "I don't want to." He admitted, her hooves just an inch or two from the floor.

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The female had felt his kiss and it was rather inviting and pleasing. His lips were soft and pleasant. It made her heart flutter some because he picked her up like she weighed nothing to him. That made her gasp when he pulled away. Her hands quickly resting on his chest to steady herself because it was a rather smooth motion he used to pick her up, it had allowed her to steady herself but she had never been picked up like this before. Her legs on either side of his lap basically. At listening to his words a soft blush came across her face when she realized he was answering her question.

"I am glad your so open and honest... if I say something or do something that makes you uncomfortable please tell me..." Ashlie whined out softly wondering if she was going to be the one he may wind up with. Everything was all up in the air and she felt the deepest crimson trace her white furred face. Her ears ticked back lost in her hair completely as she had an adorably sensual pout on her face. "I-if we are being honest here... I don't want you to put me down... and the drink can wait..."

Her voice was shaking some just because she hadn't expected this turn of events at all. She was afraid he wasn't enjoying himself but she was loving how he just had to constantly hold or touch her because it made her feel as though she was special or just supple in a way he liked. The thought made her tail twitch excitedly behind herself as she very softly moved her hands around his neck. "I love that you can pick me up... n-no one else can do this because I'm too curvy for them usually..."

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Othiaso paused, frozen with her hooves an inch or two from the floor, listening to her words. His supple lips twitched into a smile and he drew her back up, resting her hips against his waist once more, his hands curled under her thighs.

"You're not too curvy or too heavy for me." He smiled, beginning to move and sway slowly with her as though he were dancing to unheard music, his heavy hooves sliding and stepping with surprising lightness across the floor as he moved and even twirled with her. He began to him softly, so snatch of an old song that he knew perhaps, but as he moved and turned, he would lower his head and kiss her. It would also be pretty hard for her to ignore the gentle bulge of his sheath beneath his jeans. Stallions and draft horse stallions in particular were often thought of as great lovers due to their sheer physical size, strength and stamina and also due to the length and girth of their manhoods when properly aroused. It was unclear if he was aroused or not, but it would be hard for her not to know and ignore what her thigh or belly was brushing up against as he half danced and half carried her around the room.

"I... I would like you to stay." Othiaso admitted. "If you'd like to of course. I mean... You're sweet and pretty and kind and you kiss nicely and you're really cute... We're both adults." He chewed at his lip, wondering if she would think badly of him for being so drawn to her like this. For pressing her to go to bed with him after just a single date. It was quick, but he liked her. He had a good feeling and he trusted it.

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Ashlie felt her hooves almost hit the floor but once she had spoken, feeling his massive hands move under her rear some. It pulled her back up against him and she would have blushed hard as she felt this. There was an intoxicating scent that he had some form of musk which was highly enjoyable. There was something there she wanted to know about but kept her mouth shut some. As she would have moved her hands softly against his chest some enjoying how he was dancing around with her in his arms. "I-I am glad that I am not... I really like how you're able to hold me..." At first she had a slight stutter to her words.

It was natural that she would be embarrassed because she had never had someone pick her up like a doll almost to carry around. Feeling is thick bulge however, made a deeper red color caress her cheeks because she hadn't expected it to happen. Feeling the kiss she would have returned it happily enjoying the feeling of is lips against her own. It would have made her eyes close some. The feeling made her flick her tail about excitedly. Smiling once he pulled away she would wrap her arms up around his neck and placed her head softly against his chest lightly.

Hearing that he wanted her to stay made her nervous because she was smaller than him, but that was a challenge she would be willing to accept in some fashion. "I-I was kind of hoping you'd want me to stay..." She breathed in response to his words lightly. "We are both adults were you afraid I would think less of you for asking me to stay?" she gently asked noticing he was chewing on his lip. "You do know I'm a big girl that can make up my mind on things..." She giggled some. Kissing on his neck very softly.

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When he kissed her, Othiaso felt that bushy white tail of hers flicking back and forth, which he'd noticed seemed to happen whenever she was really happy. So Othiaso took that as a good sign, especially when she looped her arms around her neck, her shapely, short furred legs curling around his waist, her head resting on his chest as he continued to move. He couldn't really see her blushes. They were hidden under by her fur of course, so he had to go by the look in her eyes. That was partly why he looked at her so much. It was his way of checking she was still alright with the pace things were moving at between them. He nodded in answer to her question.

"Yes. I know, that it is I believe it's more of a third date thing to sleep over, but I like you. You're pretty. You make me feel... tingly." He said, pausing for a moment to select the final word. "And I know you can make up your own mind. I just... I didn't want you to think I'm just a randy stallion with one thing on my mind and that once I've got it you won't hear from me again." He explained.

He shivered, arching his neck, the fur rising, the bulge of his sheath against her belly firming and growing. He stood still, frozen on the spot by her lips on his body. His hands shifted slightly, curling against her buttocks, the tips of his fingers slipping under the hem of her short dress. his head, lowered, nuzzling through her curls to kiss and nip at her neck too, his breathing changing subtly, becoming shallower and faster. He settled on the couch, drawing him until her ample breasts were pressed up against his chest.

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Ashlie had listened and nodded. Loving how he responded to the kiss at his neck. She was only wanting wearing a lace thong beneath the hem of her dress leaving her soft rear very much exposed for his fingers to touch. She was loving his shallower breath and how his body reacted to everything. "I'm glad you get tingly when I do things... or just me being round you." She cooed softly to his ear as she would have felt them move to the sofa.

Moaning softly the female would have felt his kissing and nipping on her neck. Her breathing harder and a little bit quicker. "Ohh..." she moaned out loud on accident. "Randy or not honestly, I will love to share a bed with you... I apologize if I'm too tiny but my professions have been good to umm train my body..." she felt whispered to his ear. "If that's where you want this night to go..." there was a softness to her tone and touches because she was nervous in a way. Just due to his amazing stature and large form.

Much of his body was impressive. There wasn't much of him she didn't enjoy. The only thing that she would look past was his simple nature and almost blunt way of speaking or taking things. If she spent enough time with him she was sure to get past it. Eyes glowing some as she moved one hand from his neck down his chest into his shirt some. Heart racing as she moved her mouth very softly to his own. Just to show him in a way how much she was enjoying everything he was telling her and offering.

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Othiaso's hands caught the hem of her dress, sliding it up to expose her furry rump, his hands stroking back and forth slowly as they kissed. He let go of her with obvious reluctance, but definite purpose as he began to unbutton his shirt and then shrugged it off, dropping it beside them. His broad and we'll muscled chest and heavy arms were exposed. Leaning round he saw the zip running down the back of her dress and delicately pulled it down right to the small of her back. He wanted to help her slip it down and off, but he was a little afraid of tipping or tearing it, so he let her do it, even letting her slide off his lap for a moment if she wanted to remove it completely.

"You're not tiny. I'm just big." He said with a gentle smile. "So you just say and I'll stop. Whatever we're doing, however far we've got, just say stop and I will." He promised... shifting slightly on the couch he reached down undoing his jeans, pulling the zip down and revealing that he was in fact going commando on a first date. To get his jeans off entirely would mean standing up, which would mean getting her off his lap and he wasn't willing to do that until he absolutely hard to now he'd got here there!

"I've found... Well most girls get used to my, umm, size if we take things slow and gentle to start with and... Well get them quite aroused." He muttered a little awkwardly, but as usual he was telling her the truth.

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The fennec and doe mix had her mouth opened lightly with a blush, "I-I will let you know..." She muttered out gently. Having never seen a male of his stature almost completely exposed for her lovely violet blue eyes to take in. Her hair in her face some, feeling his hand pull at the zipper of her back now. It made the obvious sound and then was set loose against her body. Making her blush as she would have gotten off of his lap to gently slip out of the red dress. It fell against the floor he would have been able to see the pert nipples of her breasts free.

This particular female had a very large chest compared to her other counter parts of her species. They looked like melons almost and hung low. Though her nipples were teal and glimmering pert. Her thong was soft black against her lower half. She would softly move to his lap sitting on it again, "Do you want me aroused?" She teased now nuzzling her nose against his neck. "If that's the case maybe you should allow your hands more freedom." Her tone was tempting as she placed her hands against his muscular chest. Allowing them to move from his neck and down his form. Gently resting a hand upon his bulge some.

Ashlie's tail flicked side to side, an ear wiggled ticking to the side, and her eyes glanced at his face. She wondered how far this was going to go. Would she be able to pleasure him properly? She knew he would be able to handle her but would she break before he could get off? She was feeling some kind of doubts in a way but unsure of herself sometimes too.

"I want you to have more than fun with me... especially if you enjoy me..." She breathed softly against his lips. Moving her mouth against his own once again.

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When she slipped off his lap Othiaso took the chance to lift his hips and work his jeans down quickly, lifting one heavy hoof and then the other to pull them off entirely. So when she slipped back onto his lap he was already just in his furabouts. Othiaso's eyes ran over now mostly exposed body, taking in her ample curves, sleek fur and large, even heavy breasts that were crowned with bright teal nipples. these were already puckering and pulling tight, whether with arousal, or just from being suddenly exposed tot he fresh, cooler air he wasn't sure.

She slid smoothly back onto his lap and he ran his hands around her waist, his black fur contrasting strongly against hers. He tilted his head to one side opening his throat to her. She could nuzzle or kiss or tease him as she pleased, his hands ruffling slowly through her fur.

"Yes." He breathed, admitting his desire for her openly, as her hands stroked lightly down his chest and his hands began to move up her sides, reaching her breasts and cupping them, feeling the size, warmth and weight of them. His thumbs traced around the line where fur abruptly gave way to teal skin and then as she leaned in to kiss him, his thumbs slipped onto skin, stroking and rolling slowly. Her tail swept back and forth over his knees as they kissed and his broader, blunter, thicker tongue flicked with surprising delicacy at hers.

"Oh?" He asked, tilting his head slightly, his mane waving gently as he moved. One hand lifting from her breast, settling against her thigh, tracing up slowly to press against the black fabric of her thong, which was all that was concealed her slit from him now. He pressed his hand down gently, rubbing back and forth lightly with the tips of his fingers.

"More than fun?" He asked, not quite sure what she meant. "Don't worry Ashlie. I'll be gentle and slow. You'll be fine. Everything will be slick and stretch if we take a little time." He said, wondering if she was still a little worried about his sheer size. He took a breath and relaxed his sheath, allowing his dark skinned manhood, with its flared head and gently ridged underbelly to slide through her fingers and flop against his thigh. True he wasn't fully aroused and hard, but it would give her a chance to explore him, get of an idea of what she could experience. He gently hooked her thong aside, exposing her slit to the air, but for now he didn't touch there. His hand slipping back up to her breasts, leaving her in charge to kiss and touch him as she pleased. He wasn't about to rush her given she seemed a little jittery. Instead he used his lips, tongue and hands to caress and explore her body, hoping to gently arouse her and in the process calm her nerves.

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Ashlie would have felt his hands ruffling into her fur. She noticed how handsome he was without clothing and her mouth opened some just in sheer surprise. He was rather handsome more than she had initially thought. It was making her feel slightly insecure on the inside but she wouldn't show that to him if she has a say about it. Her ears pinned back only lightly to show she was surprised he was fully nude at this point. Part of her was loving this because it had been a while since someone was genuinely interested in her like this or even in a relationship so it was building her confidence some.

Moving her hands into his mane some she would then lean forward kissing against his neck and throat more so, loving the grips and touches along her curvy figure. It was all she could do to keep from nearly purring in a fennec manner. It felt amazing his hands were very soft but thick and not rough. Her fur was soft and shiny in a way and she noticed how different it looked compared to his sleek styled body. There were microfur almost is what her brain called along his figure.

She was letting an ear tick to the side when he admitted to her that he was desiring her. It made a cheeky but seductive grin cross her muzzle which was moving happily along his neck and throat. She then moved her hands once again back down his chest lightly and once she felt his tongue meet hers when she had kissed him it made her tail wag back and forth happily. He was skilled at more than she prepared for him to be skilled at.

Once her nipples were played with she inhaled a gasp into the kiss. Her nipples were very sensitive and almost to the touch. Her lap was growing more heated as she kissed and enjoyed the touches to her pert nipples. When he pulled away from the kiss to talk she watched him all over taking notice of how relaxed he was getting from this. Gently she would listen to his words taking them into mind because she realized deep down she was afraid he wouldn't enjoy his time with her.

Feeling the thong pulled aside exposed to the air showed off the teal color of her slit and the round nub that stood ready for attention. Her clit was pretty cute and actually pierced with a diamond piercing. The only one she had other than her ears. Swallowing some she would wiggle her hips and softly ground against him a little before moving her hand gently to his shaft which wasn't hard but exposed. "I do want to take it slow but I am not sure... how much teasing I am going to be able to take..." she whispered near his ear.

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Othiaso felt the hard, rough slightly coolness of her piercing and it was only when he glanced down and saw it glittering in the light that he understood what it was. His fingers continued to rub and stroke and explore her folds, his other hand cupping and rolling her breast, thumb rolling and teasing her nipple mercilessly. It was as his finger flicked back and forth over her clit that he felt the traces of wetness beginning to cling to the tip.

Under her touch his shaft had hardened and thickened, the soft ridges on the underside of the shaft and the exposed bulbous head swelling, making his hunger for her so much harder to conceal than any she was feeling for him. He couldn't stand any more, scooping her up once more, carrying her with the same effortless ease. He nudged the door of the bedroom open with his elbow and nudged it closed behind them with his hoof.

The bedroom was fairly simply decorated and was dominated by a large bed with stripey duvet cover and pillow cases. There was a chest of drawers and a closet with slatted doors built into one wall. Lamps and bedside tables flanked the bed on each side and there were pictures of beaches and forests hanging on the walls. Othiaso laid Ashlie down on the bed carefully and with equal care crawled on with her. He slid up over her, his legs shuffling up between her spread thighs and he nipped at his lips for a moment.

"I'll stop if you tell me to." He repeated, taking his weight on one massive arm, freeing his hand to reach down between their bodies. The bright teal of her skin and the glitter of the dangling jewel were just the guidance he needed to take his hard shaft in hand and deftly guide it against her slit. He pushed the head to her folds, settling it against them and then nudging gently. He shivered feeling them beginning to part and just a hint of her heat and wetness beginning to cling as he slowly, carefully began to penetrate her. He was as good as his word taking it slow, careful and gentle, not even actively thrusting, more simply letting the weight of his body and gravity gradually stretch and drive the thickness of his cock into her pussy.