Aura

Rowan's hand on her cheek and his reassurance eased Natia into a sense of security once again. Everything was going to turn out fine one way or another. Rowan would take care of it. He would take care of everything. She didn't quite understand it, but it seemed he was more than okay with shouldering every single one of her own burdens. Her heart only melted for the man further. "You're right. I have nothing to worry about." She spoke with much more confidence in her voice. "Thank you, sir." She added in response to his comment about him taking care of her. She hadn't even noticed the extra sir she'd added out of habit. It was just the way she respectfully spoke to those who took care of her. It seemed quite fitting as her newfound submissive attitude seemed to pull a trigger in Rowan, which only made her own heart race faster when she suddenly heard his demand. She had expected Rowan to act with reluctance after recognizing how tired she was, but on the contrary, he seemed far more adamant than before. Perhaps this was a part of being his mate, one of her new responsibilities. Natia slowly obeyed, flipping her body around and placing her hands against the cum-and-drool-soaked tunic along with her knees. Her ass was lifted in such a way that gave Rowan a clear view of both her pussy and her asshole. She wasn't just nervous, a part of her was legitimately frightened. She didn't know what to expect, especially after Rowan claimed he was going to fuck her brains out. This was clearly going to be something much different from the loving, gentle touch she'd felt before. She was going to be shown a whole new world that she never thought she'd enjoy.

Oh, how adorable her stuttering response was. She wouldn't have had this sweet little doll any other way. She would certainly have to be careful with this one, she was something special, for sure. Even Halie would be happy to have such a sweet little thing for a pet, surely! She couldn't hold back her giggle and took in every detail of the flustered flower's pretty face. Those soft, tender lips were just so kissable. Was there any way she could wait until the two got to her house? At this rate, force would be completely unnecessary until it came to exploring her more... extreme limits... All it would take was a little seduction for now, which she was more than capable of. Once the two girls approached Rose's home, a girl made a most interesting observation. It would seem that neither of her parents were at home. And, assuming they had a typical work schedule, they wouldn't be home for a while. Like Rose, Anhara glanced around to survey the area. It was quite a peaceful street in the residential area. Not too far from her own home, actually. Only a few blocks down. Quite convenient walking distance! However, it would be bad if she were to be the last person seen with her before her sudden disappearance. She couldn't just casually walk Rose to her own home and keep her imprisoned there. No, she would have to find a good time when nobody was likely to be around. Granted, she had a number of plans to cast suspicion away from herself if the need ever arose, but all of them were a pain in the ass that she'd rather not have to do. She noticed Rose's neighbor had their door wide open as well. The gardening tools laying unattended in the yard implied this person would be returning soon. That would certainly make things awkward if she were around when they left. She might want to leave sooner rather than later. However, while it was still early in the morning, it wasn't so early that people wouldn't be out and about. They were likely to run into other dog walkers or joggers. If Rose's parents were going to be out for a while, she might want to stall for some time. Although, a part of that thought process may have come from her own selfish desire to have a little more alone time with her sweet little flower. "Oh, so you'd be all on your lonesome once I've gone? That's no good, is it? About how long do you think your parents will be out?" The girl didn't hesitate to climb out of the car when told. She didn't want to keep the man waiting any longer than he needed to and was quite worried about how short he would grow with her. It wasn't long until, once again, she was left standing alone next to the car. Alone and ashamed. Was she seriously going to go through with this? She hadn't even so much as given him her name. What should she say? What should she do? She could only hope that simply presenting her body to him would be enough to satisfy him. But would it really? She gulped as she glanced around the parking lot. Her clothing had, of course, caught the attention of a few passers-by. But nobody bothered to approach her. Perhaps she might have to seek them out after her time with this man if they're still around. Thankfully, it wasn't too long before Zack returned and brought her inside. She, too, was constantly checking over her shoulder to ensure she wasn't being watched. Her heart was pounding out of her chest. Her reputation would be ruined if anyone caught her doing this. Was this a feeling she'd just have to grow used to? Once the door was pushed open, she didn't hesitate and quickly stepped inside before stopping to turn and face him again. She wanted to speak, but she couldn't. She was just a toy. She even opened her mouth to ask where he would like to start, but her mouth quickly shut itself out of intimidation in the single moment she'd made eye contact with the man. She quickly bowed her head with a heavy blush of shame. This was a level of humility that she could never have imagined before. It was almost like she was being raped. No, it felt worse. She was being forced to beg for rape. There was no way she could ever want this, and yet, here she was, waiting to be used by the man whom she'd requested business from. She'd sold her body and had absolutely no clue what a burden that would be to carry. Still, she stayed strong. She wasn't going to allow herself to cry despite her heart already aching considerably.

Alez was completely unaware that the phone was tracking and scanning her body, even in her ethereal form. Normally, man-made cameras and other similar tools couldn't detect her in her ethereal form. however, it was quite possible that this phone had been modified to detect divine beings such as herself. She'd merely assumed it was nothing more than a typical mortal cell phone and had no reason to suspect anything further. Even if the camera was running, she'd only assume the images the camera could pick up on were those of the city beneath her as she flew over the buildings. After a short while, Alez managed to find her way back to Mr. Enron's building. The sense of dread in her heart only grew as she could feel demonic presence in much greater numbers. Even more shockingly, she found not a single Celestial presence in the area. "Wh-what!?" She clenched her fists. After she'd gone out of her way to report her findings to Caelisia, her request for reinforcements had gone completely ignored!? She took a moment to catch her breath to avoid reverting back to her human form. Perhaps there was an explanation for the lack of action on Caelisia's part. But this situation was dire. She quickly lowered herself onto a nearby building's rooftop and crouched down with her hands held together in front of her chest. "Oh, Mother Caelisia. Please, please help me with this. I know you told me not to interfere, but I'm being left with no choice. I have no idea what's happening in there, but every second I waste I fear I'm endangering more innocent lives. Please forgive me and I hope that you would hold true to your word and send reinforcements to aid me." With that prayer behind her, Alez could feel Caelisia's Blade materializing within her hand. It was a weapon that only members of Caelisia's troop could call in times of need. It was a blade that was incapable of causing any damage to mortals and would banish demons it comes in contact with to limbo for judgment. She'd only called the blade once before and that ended extremely poorly for her. She could only hope that this time would be different. With the blade in hand, she spread her wings and flew straight into the building toward Mr. Enron's office, completely oblivious to what horrors she was marching directly into.

Natia was exhausted. She felt weak as she laid underneath Rowan's body with his cock still filling her body and their cum leaking out. It was an incredible feeling unlike anything she'd ever felt. It was no wonder outsiders and sinners could get addicted to these feelings so easily. She still felt a little guilty of her sin just now, but, at Rowan's words, she was reminded of a way to make things right. "M-mate...? I'm your..." Natia blushed at the mere mention of the word. It was somewhat foreign to her and yet, she had a vague understanding of what it meant. "L-like a wife? G-gosh, I don't know what to say, Rowan..." She spoke softly, but her eyes met with his again and her smile grew wider. "Yes, I'll be your mate, Rowan." Perhaps she was moving too quickly, but just as she felt with the kiss and then the sex, she felt about this. He genuinely loved her and she could feel it. She was confident she would never find another man like Rowan again in her life. It didn't matter that they'd only known each other for such a short amount of time. Without him, she wouldn't have had that time at all. Hell, by this point in time she might have been in some stranger's dungeon being mercilessly raped just so the pervert could get off with her body. "But are you okay with that?" She then asked with a slight hint of concern. "I am not a Keza, we may not be able to even have children, and if we do manage, the offspring might not turn out healthy... don't you want healthy children?" When asked finally if she could go for more, Natia was quite surprised. She'd noticed that Rowan had yet to pull his cock out of her, but she was totally exhausted. Still... "As I said, I'm all yours." She spoke with a warm smile as their eyes met once again. Rowan wouldn't push her too hard. She wasn't so exhausted that she couldn't take any more. Things would probably hurt a bit more, this time, but the pleasure and love was more than worth it. "I won't be satisfied until you are...!"

Anhara quickly took note of the look on Rose's sweet face when she criticized her mother so harshly. It was quite a familiar look of despair that many people exhibited when they realize they can't really argue with an inconvenient truth. It wasn't quite as endearing as that look of hopeless desperation as they frantically rattle off every little favor they could possibly think of while they slowly lose their lives, but it was always a fun look nonetheless. Still, she would have to bite her tongue going forward. Perhaps she had let her own personality slip through the cracks too much. She had to remember to act like Halie would. She couldn't have Rose growing too angry with her. Thankfully, Rose didn't object before she was able to spin the subject in such a way as to draw this sweet girl closer into her arms. Her eyes lit up as she saw the fear wash over Rose's dandy body. Due to her obsession with such emotions, she'd become quite adept at noticing even the smallest details, like the subtle way the muscles in her throat tightened. Thanks to Halie, Anhara had been able to experience that level of fear numerous times and it was always such a euphoric experience to feel that knot in her throat grow and grow the heavier the hard truths get. She couldn't help but wonder just what was going on in Rose's mind. But what happened next, Anhara could find nothing short of amusing. Rose squeezed her hand like a lost child, and that adorable croak in her voice was nothing short of lovable. What sane human wouldn't want to just scoop up such a sweet little thing and keep her safe after all of that? Deciding to take advantage of the girl's fears, Anhara decided to gently hook her arm around Rose's slender waist to pull her tighter against her own body and leaning down to whisper into her ear. "Don't worry, pretty baby." She gently stroke Rose's beautiful white locks with her fingertip, brushing a strand out of her face with a smile. "Mama will keep you safe." As she spoke, she quietly licked her lips. Anhara hadn't found a girl this fun to toy with in a long time. It was so much fun to play with the emotions of an innocent lady like this. In the span of only a few minutes, this girl had gone from happy to angry to scared and now perhaps even horny... Zak's demeanor was more than enough to convince the girl that talking any longer perhaps wasn't a good idea. Next to this man, she felt so... inferior. It was like a lord and his maid. She could never hope to go against this man's wishes. It only built upon her sense of unease, of course. The silence in the car was deafening. All that could be heard was the engine of the car and the occasional bump in the road. It was more than enough time for her to stare down at herself and feel that same sense of shame and humility wash over her as she was reminded just how revealing her clothes were. She truly was the very image of a prostitute and she knew it wouldn't take long at all for her to completely forget what life was like as a normal girl. Perhaps that was her captor's plan all along. To drive her to her breaking point and convince her that a prostitute was all she'd ever been and ever would be. She was going to lose her virginity to this man she just met. This man who had no interest at all in her. Who just wanted to use her to get off and nothing else. She knew nothing about him, either. This whole thing made her want to throw up, but she had to swallow her pride. Zak's advice swam around in her head. It was just business... just a service... perhaps it really would be easier if she looked at it that way. Not just for this encounter in particular, but for her life going forward. She was a product. Maybe it would be easier to see herself as such, not as a human being with a life she could never go back to, but as a toy to be discarded, one that never had any hopes and dreams, or any chance to chase any at all, to begin with. The rest of the ride, the girl just stared out the window in total silence. She had to put all of those needless concerns away. Her virginity was meaningless. If anything, perhaps she should be glad she was getting something out of it rather than just giving it away to some boy...

Natia's vision was blurred by this point. She couldn't see or think at all. The only sensations her senses could detect were the scent of her own sweat and blood, the feeling of her cunt being ravaged by Rowan's massive dick, and the taste of her own drool mixed with Rowans; a solution that still flooded her mouth. She didn't even dare trying to swallow it knowing she would only choke if she tried while getting fucked so brutally. Instead, most of the slobber only rolled off her hanging tongue. With her tongue drooping over her chin, she was the very image of a dog in heat, collar and all, laying on her back on her master's orders. Rowan's growls were quite intimidating. The deeper they got, the harder she could feel her own heart beat. If it didn't feel like she was getting fucked by an animal before, ti certainly did now! This man could rip her head off with his teeth if he wanted to. Admittedly, that thought made her nervous, yet there was no backing down and she knew that, too. But all those nerves were gone when she felt one more growl in her ear followed by Rowan's familiar voice in a much more commanding tone that made the small girl blush all over. 'Cum?' She thought to herself. She could feel every inch of his cock as it pulsated and throbbed. 'It's called cumming... he's gonna cum inside me...' Before she could even process the words, they had escaped her mouth as though she were possessed. "Yes! C-cum! Cum with me, Rowan!!" It was a word she'd never used before, she had no idea if she was even using it right. But it felt so natural to say. She loved the way it sounded. It had a bit of a harsh sound to it, but it still had a pleasant ring. Short, easy to say, easy to repeat. The perfect word for one in her position. Each thrust of Rowan's felt deeper than the last, filling her with more and more ecstasy before she could finally feel his semen travelling from the base of his cock all the way up through his shaft. With how tightly her cunt squeezed the neck of his dick, she could feel every inch of the load as it travelled toward her body. This was it. There was no turning back. She had no idea what the consequences of this were going to be, but she was committed. Her womb was filled. She gasped for air and her whole body went still. A distant look glazed over her eyes as she remained on his dick, panting while bits of Rowan's cum began to spill out of the bottom and top of her cunt. Was it fear? Was she speechless? Maybe she had just gotten too excited and her body just shut down. Almost immediately, however, her body had reached a second orgasm. This time it only felt natural, like her body was returning the favor. Both of their cum spilled onto the tunic beneath them. After a few moments, Natia's eyes locked with Rowan's once again with a conflicted smile on her face. She felt so much pleasure, but she was also afraid of just what the implications of her actions were. "Rowan... d-does this mean I'm..." She stopped herself there. She had no idea how she was even going to finish that sentence. Does this mean she's what? His lover? His wife? Pregnant? Could she be doomed to never have her gift returned? Yet somehow, the longer she stared into Rowan's eyes from within his embrace, she knew none of those concerns mattered. Everything would be okay. He would protect her. He would keep her safe. She could feel the tears building up in her eyes and quickly pulled herself tighter against him. "I'm yours, Rowan. I'm all yours." She finally spoke again with a cheery tone. She didn't know what types of commitments Rowan's people had. She knew there were a variety of cultures throughout the world that all had different views on love and reproduction. She was going to be more than happy to immerse herself in whatever cultural responsibilities she would hold in Rowan's world.

Natia offered no resistance at all in Rowan's kiss. At least in the moment, he owned her. He was to use her mouth and tongue however he pleased. She loved the feeling of his tongue encapsulating hers. Taking control of it. Trapping it, pinning it, swirling it around. Neither of them cared about the sloppy mess they were making on each other's faces as drool escaped the corners of their mouths. They were starved for each other. Starved for love. And neither of them were about to let up any time soon. The heat, the passion, the feeling of Rowan's cock still pounding deep inside of her body, tearing her apart while somehow still remaining with a sense of gentleness to his movements. She found herself growing lightheaded from the lack of air as they kissed, but he soon pulled back, perhaps he had started to run out of air as well. The both of them panted in unison as they stared into each other's eyes with the stupidest grin on Natia's face as she listened to his praise. "Don't stop~" Natia insisted in response. "Take me as far as you want. Make me yours." She whispered. Almost as soon as those words left her delicate lips, she felt a sharp, stinging pain in her neck as Rowan bit down so harshly. She let out an audible cry of pain, but her grip on Rowan only tightened and she only began to bounce on his cock harder and faster, with her moans amplified by the newfound pain in her neck. She wasn't aware of just want the wound looked like, but she could certainly feel her own hot blood running down her neck, and lots of it. She could also feel Rowan's tongue licking it all up to keep her perfectly clean. Just like his cock, his tongue was the perfect balance of rough and gentle. It was really soft to the touch yet he licked with a certain force that clearly showed Natia her place in the pecking order. She was no equal to this man. She was beneath him and, at the moment, she felt there was no reason for that to be any other way. Perhaps he had somehow sensed her ultimate submission by this point, as his pace suddenly began to pick up without a word being spoken. He began to fuck her much more aggressively, more like a wild animal as he continued to hold her head in place with his arm and the force of his licking. Being pounded so hard actually hurt quite a lot. It elicited more cries of agony from her throat, yet she could only feel her own pussy growing hotter and wetter with each thrust. Her own pace doubled or maybe even tripled. She had no idea at this point as her mind was fading to complete mush. Her eyes were beginning to roll back while she drooled stupidly. She tried to speak, but all that came out was garbled gibberish as her tongue completely failed to shape her words. Without realizing it, she had at some point begun digging her nails into Rowan's bare back as she tried to keep herself conscious. Perhaps she had lost more blood than she realized and was growing lightheaded from the blood loss?

Anhara had to fight her groan when Rose mentioned that her father was too attached to her mother to find a new girl. To be honest, she couldn't care less about Rose's father. Men were disgusting to her. Quite frankly, just the fact that Rose's mother has had even just the one man inside her made her significantly less attractive the more she thought about it. Daddy most certainly would not be pleased if she brought home some deflowered whore. And with how useless the woman sounded, she was certain all Silvia would be was a stain on the floor by the end of the week. How disappointing that she would let herself go so easily. Having a child like Rose, she had to be so pretty... but, thankfully, she had left such a pretty young flower who was undoubtedly an innocent little virgin ready to be reaped from this scary world she's been brought up in... "Your mom sounds useless." She spoke bluntly. "She's probably pretty but has no personality to make her interesting. She apparently can't even cook or clean. What's the point of even keeping someone like that around?" The depressed personality girls consistently developed was always nothing but a disappointment to her. It was a sign of weakness. Someone just giving up because things get difficult. They make no attempt to have fun and enjoy the blessings they've received and they're ungrateful for every good thing you do for them... They don't even have the urge to fight for their freedom and aren't fun to torture because they eventually just stop reacting to even pain. They just lay there and rot until they finally die completely. After a certain point, when they stop responding, daddy and her often just went the full mile. If they weren't going to beg for their lives, they didn't deserve their lives in the first place... "You should be careful about that..." She said in response to Rose's comment about the park. "I've heard rumors that young girls like us have been disappearing recently. Sometimes even whole groups at a time..." She started to explain, partially hoping to see her first glimpse of fear in Rose's pretty, glistening eyes. "...the rumors say there's some perverted serial rapist that abducts young girls for his own sadistic pleasure, and that they make frequent visits to the park on weekends to find new victims..." As she spoke, imagining the terror and agony on Rose's cute face only made Anhara salivate with excitement. But she quickly swallowed her own drool and tightened her grip, still watching her face for even the most subtle sign of fear. "The news tries to ignore stories like that. They don't want to scare people away, I guess. But the police are useless; not a single victim has ever been found." At the sound of his subtle laughter in response to her acceptance, the girl slouched nervously. Had she made a mistake? Did she just horribly undersell herself? What if he wasn't planning to pay at all? What if he just planned to rape her then leave without paying while she's dazed? Hell, what if he had every intention to pay but ended up being so disappointed in her lack of experience that he only pays her half price for a half-assed job? All of her concerns were only growing more intense and she wouldn't be shocked if Zack could actually hear her heart thump-thump-thump of her heart as it anxiously burst out of her chest. Her nervous stomach was knotted so much by this point, she wanted to run away just so she could throw up. The pressure was just too much, she felt like she was being crushed by the air in her lungs. She hadn't even realized how much she was holding her breath until she'd started to run out and had to consciously remind herself to start breathing again. She was a wreck, being sexy was the last thing she thought she could do, and yet not only her own, but her mother's life depended on it. She had to stick to her task the whole way through, no matter how difficult it would be... As Zack began to lead her down the alley, her concerns only grew even more. Why were they going deeper into this alley? Even after Zack explained, how could she trust that he's telling the truth? And even when his car was right there and he gave her the instruction to stay put, she still found herself terrified that perhaps he wouldn't return and was just making fun of her. And yet, all she could do was obey in silence. Her legs were visibly shaking, but after Zack left, the managed to take a deep breath and focus on her breathing again. 'I-it's okay... it's okay... everything's going to be fine... you're doing great, just... calm down...' She spoke aloud to herself. When Zack returned to the car and herself, the girl wiped some tears that had managed to build up before watching the man enter the car and turn it on. For a brief moment, she was afraid she was just going to watch him drive off without her. However, she soon realized that he seemed to be waiting for her. As soon as she realized this, she was only partially relieved as she quickly stepped toward the door and pulled it open before climbing in and putting her seatbelt on. "I-I'm really sorry about all of this... but I really appreciate the support..."

If she could see or hear herself, Natia would be nothing short of ashamed of how lewdly she was behaving. Perhaps thankfully for her, she didn't have to. All she had to do was ride it out. Her mother would probably be disappointed in her, her father infuriated with her and probably ready to kill him for stealing his daughter's virginity and, in his eyes, potentially ruining her life by upsetting her balance with the fluids of an outsider. Her people would shun her, she was tainted and they would believe she would taint them, too. The best part? None of that even mattered. This was between her and Rowan. Even Goddess Cera couldn't stop her from experiencing the pure bliss she felt at this very moment. It felt as though she were free; free from all of her worries and fears. Like a burden that she never knew even existed had been lifted off of her shoulders. Every subtle movement of Rowan's cock. Every point of contact their naked bodies made with each other. Every brush of his lips, every stroke of her cheek, every nibble on her neck. It all drove her crazy! Perhaps that was why she said what she did. She was crazy. She didn't even know if she could have a child with Rowan. And getting pregnant at a time like this would probably be nothing but an inconvenience for the both of them. And yet, there she was, asking for him to give her a baby to carry, as though they'd already been sworn to each other. She just wanted a lover's touch. She wanted to feel the epitome of love, the feeling of his fluids filling her up and granting her the gift of motherhood. Yet, anytime her mind tried to focus on what having a child would be like, Rowan would roll his hips again and snap her right back to reality with a gasp followed by a pant and moan of euphoria. It still hurt, but the pain was slowly subsiding and making way for the incredible sensations of Rowan's pulsating cock inside of her. Their limbs were tangled together and his dick was completely inside of her, pounding back and forth while slowly picking up speed and getting rougher and more forceful. It was as if he knew exactly what pace her body was adapting. Even if she wanted to get away, it would be impossible. She was Rowan's prey, and the sharp bite on her neck suddenly reminded her of that. Perhaps it was rougher than he intended. She didn't mind, though. Being the prey only excited her more. She felt cute and desirable, like a pretty white bunny. "Yes!! B-bite me! Bite me harder!!" She heard herself shout, almost as if her heart had blurted it out without her mind even processing what she'd said. At some point, her moans had turned into screams. She had no idea when she'd started screaming, or if it was pain or joy that caused her to do so. But his pace only hastened along with her heart. Oblivious to the two lovers, time continued to flow. The air was starting to chill as afternoon slowly began to transition to evening. A cool wind was beginning to blow across their exposed bodies and yet she didn't feel cold at all in Rowan's embrace. She just wrapped herself tighter around his body and began to roll her own hips in synch with his. "I love you, Rowan! I love you so much!"

"My mama?" Anhara asked, a quizzical look on her face as she paused to think. Of course, she had to have a mama, right? But as far back as she could remember, daddy was always alone... of course, she could certainly remember Halie's mama easily. The crazed old lune would never allow her to express herself. She was no mama to Anhara. She had no clue whatsoever what Halie ever saw in the woman that made her bitch and moan so much about daddy taking her away. Then again, it seemed that even Halie didn't care too much about her own parents. She seemed mostly concerned about their sweet, pretty little sister... but she digressed. She couldn't claim that woman to be her mother. A mother was someone who was supposed to care and nurture her children. As far as she could remember, daddy was the only one who had ever done that for her. Besides, it's not like even Halie could remember being born, right? So, she couldn't remember being born either. "I guess... I don't know who my mama is..." She responded in a somewhat somber tone before immediately smiling down at Rose again. "That's why I do everything I can to help my daddy find a new mama! But to be my mama, she has to be a really good girl... One that I can trust not to make me jealous. Daddy promised me that I always come before any mama!" She spoke proudly and determined. Looking at Rose, she frowned slightly as she recalled what the pretty girl had said about her own mother. "So I guess... neither of us really have a mama, do we?" Zack's 'too much' hit her far harder than it should have. She could feel her blood run cold as he went on to basically explain that everything she had just said was wrong. Had she screwed it up? Did she lose her chance? She supposed that was better than the alternative outcome she was imagining. At least this way, her virginity would still be in tact and she would have a better understanding of how to sell herself. However, she quickly found herself in a new predicament. $500 already seemed so low. Her debt was $500,000 and this was going to be the highest price she could go for... and now she was being told that 500 was too high? Too unrealistic? she was filled with dread as she thought of just how many times she would have to do this before she would be free and began to feel sick to her stomach, the color draining from her face for a few moments. She raised her thumbnail to her lips and began to nervously bite it as she stared at the ground, too nervous to make eye contact with her 'customer'. $300... was that enough? Should she ask for more? But if she did, what if he gave up on her and left? Was he just taking advantage of her? Would she regret selling her virginity for so little? Did her virginity even matter at all in the eyes of someone who just wants a whore? After several moments of silence, she slowly pulled her thumb away from her lips and hesitantly made eye contact with Zack. "O-okay... $300... b-but... only vaginal and with a condom! For anything else, it's $400 at least!" She tried to stand firm, despite her desperation from earlier still showing in her visibly trembling legs. She had no clue what these numbers were. Were they high? Were they low? Had he played her for a fool? She should have done more research, but she was put on the spot, forced into this situation without any preparation at all. Those bastards knew what they were doing to her... and they were probably laughing about her this very instant while they harass and torment her poor mother...

While Sophia was dazed with lust and euphoria, everything was a blur to her and time seemed to stand still. She was being fucked so relentlessly and she loved every minute of it. Emma's soft tongue dancing with hers only drove her further into madness. She was exhausted, yet she couldn't stop her own body from pushing for more. Her skin was covered with sweat from the heat and passion she'd been fucking with all night. She almost felt like she was going to pass out and yet she wasn't going to let herself give up so easily. Suddenly, a scream of pain shocked her enough to bring her back to reality, or, could it even be considered reality? When she looked up, she'd seen the most bizarre sight of her life, Emma had suddenly sprouted ears and a tail, and she looked absolutely horrified by the result. It made absolutely no sense. Nothing that had happened today made any sense at all and yet, had she been dreaming it all up, she never wanted to awaken. While Kay continued to ravage her demolished cunt, her arms lashed out to grab Emma by the throat before pulling her harshly toward herself. "You're my little pet now. That's all there is to it." She licked her lips with excitement. Of course, Shez had done this to take claim of her, but there was no way she was going to let this girl go so easily. She'd done all the work in seducing her in the first place. Emma was hers. To prove her point, once again, she cupped Emma's face in her lips and buried her tongue deep inside the girl's mouth. Consent didn't matter. Emma would accept and submit. And she would love every second of pleasuring her mistress. Then, Kaylean's pace began to change, a telltale sign that he was ready to cum. Sophia just wiggled her ass from side to side as she anticipated the new wave of seed filling her cunt. Just another man to add to the list of possible fathers. She didn't care, though. It was her mission, after all. In one swift move, he buried his cock balls-deep inside of her, which wasn't nearly as deep as other men had reached, but his load was something else! It fired deep into her womb, making her scream again into Emma's mouth. She pulled back to let her screams echo throughout the room. "Yes!! Give me all of it!! Don't you dare pull out until every last drop is inside me!!" She didn't stop pounding relentlessly against Kay's crotch, mad with pleasure as she reached around to pull Emma's body tighter against hers. Were her nails digging into her skin too much? She didn't know. She didn't care. She wanted Emma's body right there for her to squeeze. She looked the newly-made kitsune in the eye with a shockingly sinsiter look in her own. "You will be mine. And you will regret prioritizing any other orders over my own. Do you understand?"

As Alez investigated the phone, an overwhelming sense of dread came over her. She couldn't help but feel as though she had caused something terrible to happen when she came near that computer terminal in Mr. Enron's office building. She watched as the screen flickered along with the name under the glitched ap. She couldn't imagine what DDSS.exe could possibly refer to, but it was quite disturbing to see something like this here. She didn't know much about electronics, so she didn't have any particular ideas, she just knew the danger would be impossible. She could tell by the aura emanating from the phone that there was something demonic about it. Messing around with this too much was dangerous. Mother Caelisia had warned her not to forget her place. Yet, she couldn't just leave. What if Sam was in danger? She decided to continue searching the phone where she found the strange messages sent to Sam. "What is this...?" The words seemed to be some strange language, but it followed nothing of the grammatical rules of mortals. This only twisted the knot in her stomach tighter. Had someone summoned a demon to attack Sam? But why? She had done nothing wrong! Was it a preemptive strike to punish Alez out of suspicion? Alez bit her lip and stuffed the phone into her bag before taking a deep breath and calming herself down enough to transform into her ethereal form and fly back to Mr. Enron's building. She had to get answers about this phone and she had to know what Mr. Enron had been planning. Lady Caelisia was sending reinforcements to Mr. Enron's building. By now, the'd probably begun talking with the man. She couldn't just open the app. "D-don't worry, Sam, I'll help you...!" She spoke more so to encourage herself as she flew through the skies, invisible to the general public. After all, for all she knew Sam might have already been dead entirely. The best she could do was hope that wasn't the case and do what she could to bring her back.

The deeper his cock reached, the more Natia was convinced it had been created specifically for her. It hurt a lot. In fact, it felt like it was tearing her apart. And yet, he had somehow managed to fit the thing's entire girth inside her. It was so huge it felt like her pussy was being molded to its shape as he explored deeper inside the walls of her virgin cunt. Her pussy was still leaking cum from her previous orgasm, so perhaps that played a part in how he had managed to penetrate her so deeply. However, it wasn't long before the next complication would arise. His cock was long, as well. And his lips were still pressed firmly against hers. She couldn't protest. Not like she needed to, though. She trusted Rowan enough to believe that he would know when to stop. Still, being completely powerless to stop him was quite nerve-wracking regardless. Of course, those nerves also played into the excitement. It almost felt like she was his little toy. His property that he was claiming. That thought should have bothered her, but she found it quite endearing. Seeing Rowan so happy only made her heart flutter with joy. She was doing right. She had to be. It made her feel proud, accomplished that she could bring so much pleasure to the man who'd saved her life. Her hero. She was his prize. As Rowan continued to push his cock deeper into her body, her pussy practically sucked the massive object in deeper on its own. Her cunt wasn't about to let go anytime soon. She couldn't tell if it was just the way it naturally shaped itself around his cock or if there was some part of her intentionally tightening the muscles in her pussy to contract so much around his shaft, but it felt incredible having not a single empty space inside her crotch. By some miracle, Rowan had managed to fit all 15 inches inside her, and at the feeling of the nubs on the other end of his cock, and his balls slapping firmly against her crotch, she was wholly convinced that this was meant to be. Her body was made to fit this monster cock. She shouldn't be able to take something so huge without getting torn apart. His cock was over a quarter of her whole height and the entire thing had been crammed inside her crotch! It hurt like hell, it felt like she was being impaled, and yet it was okay. She couldn't have been happier to accept the pain because it was all for the pleasure that would soon follow. And sure enough, the pain slowly began to subside and Rowan began to roll his hips as he spoke to her in his sexy tone that just made her swoon underneath him. "Yes... yes...!" She moaned out aloud as her lips were finally freed and she listened to Rowan's words. "H-harder! F-fuck me harder!" The dirty, lewd things she was saying didn't even phase her at this point. She was far too focused on her own personal sexual desires. "I-I can take it! I know you're holding back! Give me everything! I-I want to be your lover, Rowan! I-I want to have your child!!"

Lol you've opened Pandora's box with Tem, here xD I don't think I've ever had any particularly bad experiences with any dreamers in terms of rule-breaking, it seems like most people vent their anger and frustrations with Tem and Nep. I will say that one of the most frustrating excuses not necessarily for rule-breaking, but rude behavior in general, is the old "I'm depressed/lonely/afraid, etc" argument. I'm pretty sure we have a very significant portion of our dreamers suffer from these types of struggles, so it really urks me when someone tries to play it like it's some sort of free pity card. Especially when they start to talk about or threaten suicide if they don't get their way. Don't get me wrong, I'm eager to try and help anyone who's truly suicidal in any way I can, but someone who is actually suicidal isn't going to announce it publicly after being called out for being rude. Faking suicidal tendencies is a pathetic tactic way too many people use in an attempt to discourage the enemies they made out of everyone around them, and it's extremely insensitive to exploit such a subject for selfish gain. I honestly don't care if someone has acted rudely in the past, so long as that person can admit that what they did was rude and wrong, then demonstrate a desire to better themselves. But too many people are so prideful that they think they can just get away with whatever they want. I genuinely believe anyone can change and am a strong advocate for forgiveness, but forgiveness is impossible when someone can't even admit they've done wrong.

Rose's blush was no less sweet as their skin touched. Just how much redder could her pretty face possibly get? Anhara couldn't wait to find out! As she gently curled her fingers around the girl's delicate hand, she had half the mind to pull her into a kiss right there. But she wanted to take her time. She didn't want to risk frightening her little kitten until the time was right. As the two walked, she couldn't keep her eyes off of the girl's perfect build. She was so small, so cute. Her breasts weren't particularly large, but they weren't too small either. The and she could only imagine what they'd look like underneath her clothes. Only time would tell, but she could only hope her skin under her clothes was as flawless as the perfect, pretty skin her face was coated with. When Rose finally spoke, Anhara just giggled happily. "Oh, yes, my house is quite wonderful! I just love having a place I can be myself and do as I please without being judged. It's like I have my own little kingdom where I'm the princess and daddy's my king~" She spoke it all in a sing-songy voice. It wasn't common for a girl her age to be so close with her parents, and yet her daddy was everything to her. "I can't wait for you to see it. I'd love to play with you and I'd love for you to see all of my friends at home, too~" She figured Rose would assume she was merely talking about typical pets or, at most, friends who happen to visit her house regularly. She knew that this innocent girl would never in a million years guess what horrors truly lied in her basement. "If your house is boring, don't worry, we'll go to my house as soon as we drop your dog off, okay?" She spoke with an encouraging and flirtatious smile. "I'm certainly not opposed to being all alone with a pretty one like you~" The girl couldn't have felt more ashamed as Zack peppered her with so many questions she didn't know the answer to. "W-well..." She started, taking a glance over her shoulder in hopes to recieve some signal from the man who'd sent her. She got no help, however, and only the despairing feeling of being laughed at. "U-um..." She only began to grow more flustered as she crossed her arms again over her chest in shame. "W-we could... right here... o-or... a hotel room, but I-I don't have any money at all..." The young girl was clearly completely out of her element, and that wouldn't change any time soon. "A-as for price..." She couldn't just let this man decide the price. If it's entirely his choice, he wouldn't pay a dime. She had to make money off of this and she couldn't squander it. She had to make sure this man would pay up before allowing him to do anything with her and her virginity. "F-five... hundred...?" She asked hesitantly. It was more or less an arbitrary number. She had no idea how much standard fare was, she could only hope she wasn't selling herself short. On the contrary, she could be selling herself for too much. What if he suddenly lost his patience and decided to take her by force? She gulped. "I-I hope that's not too much... I-I can lower it if you need me to... But I really need a lot and I am a virgin, so..." She couldn't believe the things she was saying. She was absolutely ashamed of herself. So dirty, so desperate, so vulnerable. But she couldn't just walk away in shame. She had to make this deal. Her collectors wouldn't be happy if she came back with her hymen intact and no money in her purse and it wasn't her own life that she was gambling with. If Zack chose to turn down her offer after hearing the price, she would have no choice but to drop to her knees and just beg with all of her heart. She just hoped it wouldn't come to that. It would certainly result in a much lower price than what she needed.

Rowan's words filled Natia with an unexplained thrill that she just couldn't put into words. Perhaps it was for the best that, immediately after saying them, he'd sealed her lips with a stronger kiss. As his tongue made its way into her mouth to meet with hers, the two interwove, as though tying a knot with their tongues. Rowan clearly had much more experience, however, yet it was also clear that he wasn't intending to overwhelm her. He was simply holding back so that she could keep up as their tongues danced rhythmically in swirlds inside their mouths. By this point, her moans were uncontained. She was just releasing them left and right like a wild animal in heat. What was the worst that could happen. Would she really care if she were seen or heard? She had Rowan to protect her, to keep her safe. Yes, there was no doubt about it. This was love. As he toyed with her nipple, sparks flew again throughout her body, though her reluctance and shame had mostly faded away. There was still a hint of uncertainty in her face, but she knew that, even if she was uncertain, Rowan would never do a thing to her that he knew she wouldn't want. It was why he was so careful. Why he didn't just take her the moment she gave consent. No man had ever treated her this way. Her spine was tingling. She was so distracted by this light, high feeling she was experiencing, that she hadn't even noticed Rowan's cock getting into position. That would soon change, however, when she could feel Rowan begin to press against the entrance to her pussy. "A-Ahh...! Th-that hurts...!" She gasped slightly. She wasn't expecting it to hurt at all. Wasn't it supposed to be pure bliss? This was natural, right? Was he doing it correctly? Perhaps it's his strange cock? She glanced down to look at Rowan's face which only seemed to register amusement and adoration. He soon paused, causing her to grow concerned. "I-Is it too big? I-I don't know if it's going to-" She began, but before she was even able to finish that second sentence, she felt something in her body give in, and suddenly, she felt a sharp pain before feeling Rowan's cock sliding deep inside her. "Kyaahh!!" She cried out in pain. She had no idea what had just happened, but blood had started to seep from her pussy where her hymen had been torn. Was this where it was supposed to start feeling good? She genuinely had no idea, but hearing Rowan's moans and excitement, she couldn't help but join in. Her heart was racing faster and faster. This was how it felt to lose your virginity. She could only imagine how terrifying it would have been to lose it to a slaver. She couldn't have been happier to have gifted it to Rowan. As Rowan commented on her tightness, she blushed again. "I-I'm tight? Is-Is that good or bad...?" She asked with a genuine concern that could not be faked. As Rowan began to rock his hips back and forth gently, sliding his cock deeper, bit by bit, Natia found herself drooling. He was doing it, but there was more... there had to be more. Yet, she was also starting to feel much more relaxed in his embrace. She couldn't explain it, it wasn't this other world of intense pleasure that she had been expecting. No, there weren't any fireworks going off inside her and yet, it still just felt right. This was what her body was built for. When his lips met hers again, she let out a soft moan into his mouth. This time, her tongue breached his lips, reaching for his tongue once again, the drool escaping her mouth and now running down her chin. It made her look sloppy, but she didn't care. Rowan loved her. She had no reason to be insecure over something so silly.

Alez was surprised when she found the door to be unlocked. Perhaps Sam had left it unlocked knowing she would come? She decided to take it as an invitation to let herself in and pushed the door open. What lied behind, however, left her in shock. She raised her hand to her mouth as she gasped. Furniture was knocked over and various objects were scattered along the floor, presumably having been knocked off of the tables. The apartment itself seemed quite cheap already, likely due to the fact that Sam probably didn't have enough money to afford anything better, and the furniture was quite minimalistic. But this most certainly wasn't normal. Something happened and somehow, Alez couldn't help but worry that she may be at fault. "S-sam...?" Alez slowly stepped into the room, leaving the door open behind her so that she'd have an easy way out in case something happened. As she scanned the room, she found no sign of life at all, which only made her stomach turn as her eyes finally settled on the bright light of Sam's phone resting face-up on the floor. The phone's screen was cracked slightly, but it still seemed to be on. She reached down to pick the phone up and examine it closer. This most certainly was the same phone that she'd recovered from Mr. Enron. She decided to look at what was on the screen itself.

Anhara couldn't stifle her giggle when she heard Rose suggest that the knife would be illegal in England. She'd never considered laws like these herself. Considering her habits, what was and wasn't legal really had no influence on her life. For all she knew, this knife could have been horribly illegal. It was the least of her worries, though. Daddy would handle it if any trouble ever really came up. She decided not to respond to her assertion and just continued to turn the knife over in her delicate hand with a wide grin on her face. "Yeah, I just love this knife." She didn't want to go too into detail about exactly why, after all, she didn't want to scare away her prey. But she just loved the way blood dripped off of the curved blade at one neat little point. And by holding the knife at different angles, she could paint so many pretty pictures into a pretty girl's dreadfully smooth skin. She stared at the somewhat nervous Rose, thinking to herself just what sort of drawing she could put on this girl's body, and where it should go... Oh, she was such a pretty canvas. She almost didn't want to ruin that perfect white glow the pretty young flower had. "Well that's wonderful, I'd just love to see what your home looks like!" A part of her almost hoped her mother would be home, too. Although she sounded like she was already broken and likely wouldn't make for a very fun toy to play with, it would still be interesting to see where Rose got all of her perfect beauty from. The last thing she wanted to bump into, though, was her father. Just the thought of a man stepping into the fray and trying to manipulate her into leaving her new toy alone disgusted her. Thankfully, it sounded like this man was most likely out of the house. As long as she could get Rose out before he came in, she'd never have to even lay eyes on him. As she hitched the dog onto its collar, she smiled as the thought of walking Rose like a dog popped back into her head. "Alright, then, let's go~" Anhara reached her hand out to hold Rose's. It was certainly a somewhat flirty gesture, but she was sure Rose wouldn't mind, since she hadn't been bothered too much by anything else during their whole encounter. It was fun to see how much she could get her victims to play along before she'd have to use force. Some girls were bothered right away while others would be okay only up until something or someone is broken or injured... She was intrigued by Rose in particular. She had been expecting her to be the shy, loner type and yet, she seemed to be surprisingly okay with her advances. Could this girl perhaps be attracted to her? That would certainly make things a lot easier going forward. The girl seemed quite intimidated by Zack's initially curt response. She took a step back and bowed her head slightly in shame. She glanced behind her before looking back up at Zack, who seemed to only be frustrated with her approach. "Um... well... I-I've been really struggling to pay for rent a-and I've gotten... er..." She shook her head. She knew this man was already losing his patience with her, but she had never done this before. It was so shameful, she could hardly even bring the thoughts to her mind. She wasn't even sure where to start or how long she should take to introduce herself. "I-I really need money... a-and I need a lot fast, so... I just wanted to know if there was anything at all that you would like me to do? A-anything at all, I'm... I'm desperate..." She lowered her hands to her sides so that Zack could more clearly see her cleavage, but she turned her head away so that he couldn't see her red face. How was she supposed to seduce someone like this? She wasn't even confident in the clothing she'd been made to wear. Not only that, she was terrified of what was to come. She bit her lip as she waited for Zack's response, but she quickly realized her mistake. She made herself way too weak and desperate. She had been warned directly against this, it always resulted in lower prices. "E-er... b-but... I'm... I'm a virgin!" She found herself blurting out. Her eyes widening as she covered her mouth before lowering her hands back to her sides again. "S-so... if you want anything like that, it's going to cost a lot more than normal..." This was a disaster. She could already tell she was failing miserably. This man probably just thought she was some desperate child who just wanted to cheat him out of his money or something. She may have even volunteered too much information already. What if this man didn't care at all about her virginity? What if he recognized how weak she sounded and decided to just take advantage of her right there? She was sure the man who had instructed her to do this was right there watching over her. What she didn't know was that man didn't care in the slightest what happened to her. To him, it would likely only be amusing for her to be raped right here and now and learn the hard way, having to make up all that money from the ground up without her virginity to give her a headstart.

Natia panted and gasped in pleasure as Rowan began to clean up the mess she'd made. With the orgasm out of the way, she was at least able to relax slightly and enjoy the simple pleasure of his tongue exploring her pussy, though she was still embarrassed over spraying all over his face. It wasn't until Rowan sat up and stared down at her that she was able to relax totally. She poked her eyes out from between her fingers before slowly unfolding her hands from her face, a soft smile of relief curling across her soft lips. Her face had just begun to return to its normal color before she saw Rowan remove his shirt, causing her to hide her face as it reddened yet again. Natia had never been so close to a man without a shirt in her life. It was highly frowned upon to be so close to another within her tribe. She poked her eyes out again only to see Rowan's massive purple cock. "Eep!" She caught herself screaming at the sight of the thing, quickly hiding her face again, but the image of the his member was burned into her eyes. It was so huge and so... different from the rest of his body, it was actually quite scary. He was going to fit that whole thing inside of her!? Would that even be possible...? Natia had never seen a penis before, much less one from a Keza. Was this just what a penis looked like? She could only imagine how terrifying it would be to have something like this being forced inside of her against her will. Perhaps she should be much more grateful that he hadn't simply raped her on sight like she'd initially expected. She put up little resistance as Rowan pulled her hands to the side, forcing her to come back into reality. Her eyes met with his golden gaze. She was reassured once again that he wasn't going to hurt her, and he certainly wasn't going to do anything she wasn't comfortable with. If she wanted this to happen, she truly had to want it. As he kissed her, she felt her heart skip in the same way that it had every other time their lips touched, but like last time, things were so much different with this one. Yet he pulled away too soon. She wanted to feel that tongue of his exploring her mouth again, but instead, she was left longing for more. She could feel the tip of Rowan's cock poking at her clit, pulling soft gasps from her lips as she heard Rowan's question. This was it, she had to make her decision. Was she really okay with this? But, the more she stared into Rowan's eyes, the more she began to realize that there really was no decision here. She could fight it all she wanted, but that her own desires would overcome in the end, and Rowan would make sure that was what happened. It was like he owned her. Like she was obligated to surrender herself to his desires, to repay him with servitude. Yet, she didn't feel threatened at all by these thoughts. Strangely enough, she found them quite comforting. In hindsight, it really wasn't all that much different from her relationship with her father and the rest of the tribe. She slowly nodded. "I'm... ready... I'm all yours...!" Her voice was shaky and uncertain, yet there was a hint of determination, too. The more she thought about the situation, the more she realized just how much she owed this man. She was in no position to turn him down. It would be rude of her, inconsiderate. He could have forced her into slavery the same as those other men but he actively chose against that. He granted her the right to make her own life choices, yet at the end of the day, this was the only choice that felt right. "I'm yours! Do anything and everything you've ever wanted to do to me. My body is your reward!"

As soon as Rose mentioned guns, Anhara just laughed, but decided not to say anything just yet as she was much more interested in getting the information she'd asked for. She listened intently while she explained how much time she spent alone. She seemed to have some disdain for her mother which only intrigued her more. This woman sounded quite broken. Anhara wasn't particularly interested in people who are already broken, with none of that desperate hope in their life, they never responded well to any torture and always just sulked in the corner from the very start. Yet, Rose's frustration with her mother only drove her thoughts further. She could certainly imagine quite a number of ways she could ensure Rose got plenty of attention from her mother. And if this woman looked even the slightest bit as attractive as Rose, that was a most beautiful idea. She could only imagine such a sweet mother/daughter bonding session while the two are completely naked, bruised and scarred. Locked up in a stranger's basement with no one but each other to help them through. She giggled, amused at the thought as it reminded her of the way Halie used to act around that useless friend of hers before daddy got jealous and eliminated her. What was her name? She couldn't recall. The girl was obnoxious, only good for yelling and making stupid demands. She had a really pretty scream, though. And a lot of blood. It was then that Anhara heard Rose mention her sister. This news came as a surprise. Evidently, tragedy had already struck this poor girl's heart. "I'm... terribly sorry about your loss..." her concern was partially feined. She really couldn't care less about how her sister's death affected her and was more upset that she could have had a second Rose. Possibly a cute little sister who admired her big sis and wanted to do everything the same. She thought back to Halie's little sister, Allie, and how the sweet little girl always wanted to spend every second of her free time with Halie. The two loved each other so much and Anhara just loved filling Halie's mind with so much lewd imagery of her eight-year-old sister. But unfortunately, daddy seemed to have a soft spot for Halie and demanded that she respect Halie's pleading to leave her family untouched, so long as Halie remained a good girl and did everything she was told. Looking down at Rose's sweet eyes that now just seemed to be filled with sorrow, Anhara decided she should try to change the subject. She didn't want Rose moping around all day. There just wouldn't be any fun in that. "Like I said, just running around with a gun and shooting everything I see isn't very fun at all." She explained, pulling a karambit from her bag to show the young girl. The knife had a deep-blue colored metal blade and along its black handle, "Anhara" was scratched in red. With a quick flip, the blade extended from the handle, allowing the sun that filtered through the leaves overhead to glisten off of the freshly-polished blade with a bright glint. The knifepoint looked extremely sharp, like even the slightest touch would draw blood. She held the knife out so that Rose could see it in all her glory. "Isn't it pretty? This is what I use for hunting. I just lure my targets in with traps and then I use this on them when they're vulnerable. It's really quite simple and it leaves much cleaner bodies." As she held the knife out to Rose, she couldn't help but notice just how soft the young girl's skin looked once again. For a brief moment, Anhara went completely silent and stared at Rose's face with the cold look of a crazed killer across her own. There was nobody around. Nobody would see. All she wanted to do was make just one little cut on her perfect little cheek. Just how much would that bright red blood contrast her innocent blue eyes? How would the tears from those eyes taste while she cries for mercy? What would those soft little lips taste like once she'd force her tongue inside while the poor girl tries her best to spit her out? She wanted nothing more than to find out right. now. It was all only a brief moment, however, and she quickly came back into reality. "Well, what do you say you show me to your house, then? Surely there's much more to do there than out here, and I would love to get to know more about what you like!" Nearby that street corner was a young girl standing with a shady figure in an alleyway next to a dumpster. Noticing Zack, the figure whispered something to the young girl that seemed to disturb her greatly, but it was clear that whatever it was, was something she couldn't simply ignore. Seconds later, the girl turned and stepped out of the alleyway, slowly and nervously approaching Zack. Her clothes were extremely light, her body was practically exploding out of the short miniskirt that hardly covered her rounded ass and her top was practically nonexistent. It was a crop top that was more of a bra than anything else. She clearly wasn't wearing any underwear underneath either, either. Her face showed a look of extreme humility, embarrassment, and nervousness as she approached him. A bright red flushed over her face and only grew deeper as she drew closer. "U-um... e-excuse me..." She spoke with a the soft voice of a chorus singer. "C-could I ask for some help...?"

"Ahhh~" Natia moaned aloud, her hands reaching down instinctively to cover her crotch and protect her innocence. After all, she had been raised her whole life to never let another man or woman touch such an intimate part of her body. Yet as her hands reached down toward Rowan, her fingers curled up in resistance to her own instinct as a conflicted look of pleasure, worry, and shame spread across her red-washed face. Her mouth was in some odd state between horror and ecstasy. From some angles, it might look like she was having the time of her life, while from others it might look like she was terrified for her future. She was putting a lot on the line, here. She still had no idea if what she was doing was even okay. Yet she felt so good, so much pleasure that she couldn't bring herself to ask Rowan to stop. His tongue... oooh, his tongue... "B-but... I-It's embarrassing..." She whimpered again, her hands still hovering around her crotch as if there were some barrier preventing her from actually stopping him. They soon retracted from that position and found their way up to her mouth, clasping over it as she felt an overwhelming sense of shame. She could feel it coming. Closer and closer. Yet her eyes never left Rowan's. She was trapped in them. As though he had her in some sort of imaginary bondage. She couldn't resist his desires. She couldn't break that eye contact. She was his. All of this happened in only a matter of seconds, but with how much Rowan was covering and how carefully his tongue gracefully danced across all of her most sensitive areas, it felt like hours as Natia's shame desperately battled with her lewd desires, but as Rowan's tongue began to speed up again, it was clear who the winner would be. Slowly, her hands fell away from her mouth and laid on the cloth beneath her once again, clenching them as her lewd smile spread across her face. "I-I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." She gasped between her heavy moans. "OOooooh..." She couldn't fight the moans any longer and the moment Rowan's tongue pressed so firmly against her clitoris, as if it were a button, a gush of white liquid spewed from her body as an intense wave of pleasure shot through her whole body, making every inch of her body feel as if it were floating. She had no idea what an orgasm even was, much less how pleasurable it could be. As soon as she recognized what had happened however, her eyes widened and she let out a gasp, covering her rosy face completely with her hands. "O-oh gosh, I'm sorry! I-I-I spilled all over you, didn't I?" She cried out in humility and embarrassment, her voice muffled by her cupped hands.

Location: Samantha's Complex Time: ~11:30 PM Alez felt rejuvinated after her rest in Coelis, but she couldn't help but feel distressed after her discussion with lady Caelisia. How could it be that saving this poor girl from that man's cruel antics was wrong? She needed help and, had she not gotten the help she needed, she would have wound up desperately stealing or use who knows what dirty tactics to earn this money... Just the idea that a man would have no qualms with putting another human being through that was absolutely disturbing to her. But even more disturbing was Caelisia's insistence that she simply ignore it. Her scolding only felt discouraging. She needed to become a pursuer. She needed to be trained to fight so that she could help protect the people of the world. She'd already seen so much ugliness blotting such an otherwise beautiful world. Why did these monsters have to corrupt everything they touch? Still, she couldn't allow herself to get angry. Doing so would trap her in her physical state until she cooled down again. It took her a while to find Samantha's Apartment. Alez didn't fully understand how these addresses worked and what all these numbers meant. But as she explored the city in her ethereal form, she was able to piece together the information to navigate herself to a building that seemed to fit Samantha's description. It would be quite rude to just phase into her room, so she decided to drop into a nearby alleyway and change back into her physical form before approaching the building with her pendant. Surely at least Samantha would express gratitude for what she'd done. She smiled to herself as she stepped into the apartment complex and explored the hallways until she found the door with a number on it that matched up with the room number she'd been told. "This should be the one..." She reached up and knocked on Samantha's door, excited to see the girl's reaction and hoping it wasn't too late in the night for her to still be awake.

Okay, yeah, I was planning on including gore in the sense of topics like forced cannibalism or grotesque bodies. Although, Anhara and her father are no stranger to necrophilia and amputees, I didn't have any particular plans to include those ideas here, though I might allude to them to emphasize how fucked up they are. I was also thinking about one of the first things she'd do to Rose being murdering Shane and forcing her to eat the dog's meat. Of course, this will be hidden behind a side story so it doesn't disgust anyone trying to join the main roleplay x3 And yeah, you're right, Lisa is probably just busy, though she hadn't posted in here even before while we had another roleplay going on. Anyway, I'll send a message to you on Discord to discuss Zack a bit more.

Well, since Rose is already set up to become a victim pretty quickly, it could be interesting if Zack ended up with a victim of his own. I'd have to put in some time to come up with a concept for a new character, though. Perhaps, he could also interact with Serenity in some way, though I'm not sure how that would play out just yet, unless she suspected him of some illegal doing. Even then, her focus is more on blackmailers, which so far this story seems to be lacking. If you're uncomfortable playing with Amelia, that's perfectly fine with me. Though, while I would like for Amelia to be tied closely to Jasmine, it seems like @Lisa may have lost interest in the roleplay, or she's at least particularly busy. But she never even made an introductory post so I'm not quite sure what to expect from her in that area. I was also hoping to tie Serenity in with Fred a bit more so that there could be some development for her investigation, but again, nothing seemed to sprout up. Also, taking another look at your preferences, I'd completely forgotten that you don't roleplay gore. I might have to tone down some things I had planned for Rose to find in Anhara's home in that case. Although, I would like to ask, is there any extent of gore that you're comfortable with, or would you rather me avoid it altogether?