Ichigo's Bad Day, Final Edition

Orihime was an incredibly endowed young woman for the tender age of 15. Her breasts were large and full; they were that of a woman, rather than a teenage girl. They were also the envy of nearly every girl in her school, the dream of any man interested in women who had grown into puberty. Deny it as she might, Orihime enjoyed the attention and envy they generated... yet, she lacked the attention of the one she wished the most for.

Ichigo; she loved him. She longed for his attention, for his eyes to be on her... and yet he treated her as nothing more than a friend. There were no glances, no leers; everything about him seemed to show that he held no interest in her. Orihime couldn't understand why; Ichigo had a position in her heart that many would have killed for, a place that would have allowed him to do anything and everything to her.

But Ichigo, he didn't even bother to look at her. Something inside questioned what she lacked that he wanted; he spent more time with Rukia than her. Perhaps, then... perhaps he liked flat girls? If so, she was out of luck; she couldn't just make her breasts vanish! But part of her didn't want to admit that, it didn't want to recognize that he would never be interested in her. She had to ask Rukia; she had to get to the root of it!

And so, Orihime found herself waiting for Rukia during lunch; she had sent the others that they normally ate with away. She wanted a private conversation with the girl who seemed to hold Ichigo's attention. It was a long wait, it felt; or maybe it was due to her being pensive. If Rukia told her what she didn't want to hear, Orihime's heart would shatter like a block of ice. Only this way, she wouldn't be able to gather the ice up, chip it apart and make snow cones out of it.

"Orihime? Where are the others?"

A voice called, snapping the well endowed schoolgirl from her thoughts. Looking to the source she saw her; Rukia, a girl with a slender frame and small build. A part of Orihime made her hate the girl; why would Ichigo prefer this dark haired girl over her? She looked almost like a 12 year old boy!

"Oh, Rukia... I... well, I sent them away. I wanted to... talk to you. Alone."

Orihime answered, her voice nervous. Rukia blinked and cocked her head to the right;

"Oh... so, what is it?"

Orihime sat there, unsure as to what to say. Looking down, she stared at her lunch; an awkward silence descended between the two. Rukia felt confused, but let it pass as she went about eating; Orihime was the type who never did openly talk about things right away.

"Um... Rukia... I wanted to know..."

Orihime began, still staring at her lunch; Rukia muttered an 'eh' while eating.

"Is Ichigo... attracted to you...?"

Orihime finally spat out; Rukia in turn spat out her food and then coughed. Quickly she scooped up her drink and took a few sips; Orihime looked toward the dark haired girl.

"What kind of a question is that?!"

The dark haired girl nearly screamed, her cheeks pink.

"Oh... so he is...?"

Orihime mumbled as she looked to the ground, crestfallen. Rukia, sensing her feelings instantly patted the large chested girl on the shoulder, laughing;

"Of course not! Ichigo and I are just friends! There's nothing between us!"

"Then... why..."

Orihime mumbled softly to herself, yet it was loud enough for Rukia to hear.

"O-Orihime..."

Rukia began, but was cut off when Orihime looked up at her, eyes full of tears.

"Why doesn't he notice me?! Everybody else does... is there something I don't have?!"

Orihime spat out, Rukia was shocked into silence. The two sat in an awkward silence once more, it was only penetrated by a sniffle now and again from Orihime. Rukia... she sat in silence, arguing with herself; should she tell Orihime the truth of the matter?

"Orihime... I... there's something..."

Rukia began, then bit her tongue; she was in deep now, too deep to just dodge. Orihime looked at the dark haired girl again; her eyes were as focused as a laser. The answer she sought... it could come any moment!

"The fact is... Ichigo... he..."

Rukia looked at Orihime; their eyes met. Quickly the smaller girl looked away, hands grabbing hold of the hem of her skirt; the truth was something horrible. Atleast for Orihime.

"I... I knew it... Ichigo... he's not interested in me because..."

Orihime closed her eyes and tried to fight back her tears from flowing. Rukia looked at her and panicked;

"L-look, it's not like this is a choice! I mean, Ichigo... the things he likes... it's not his fault! If he had a choice, I'm sure he'd be interested in you like any other man!"

Rukia rambled so quickly, trying to comfort her friend. Orihime looked up at Rukia again, wiping a tear from her cheeks.

"There has to be a way... I... I could... "

Rukia shook her head vigorously, her rambling starting once more;

"N-no! You shouldn't do anything hasty! You should find somebody that loves you for you, not try to change yourself for him! Besides... it would be expensive..."

"But... I'd do anything... for him to want me..."

Orihime looked down again, this time her eyes focusing on her chest. Those breasts... they were getting in her way!

"Even if I have to get these things cut off!"

Orihime spat with anger; Rukia jumped to her feet.

"Orihime, don't think like that! That won't solve anything! You might change yourself, but at what cost? Do you really want to become a man?!"

Rukia finally said it, and Orihime looked up at her, face showing profound confusion.

"W-what...?"

Rukia blinked and sat down next to her once more.

"Well... I mean... Ichigo is attracted to men, so..."

Orihime was even more confused. Rukia swallowed hard; there had been some kind of profound misunderstanding between them.

"W-w-well, you see... Ichigo... he's gay. So... so... that's why I didn't want you going to any extremes."

Orihime turned pale, her eyes went wide... and then she fell to her side. Rukia panicked and leaned over, shaking her fallen friend before checking for a pulse; she was alive.

Orihime had just fainted from the shock.


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"What's so important that you can't tell me at home?"

Ichigo complained as he trailed behind Rukia, dragging his feet; he didn't enjoy going to that... place. Rukia looked over her shoulder at the complaining youth and scowled;

"Like I said, I don't know what he wants. All I know is that Urahara wants to see you about something; so if you'd just shut up and walk faster, you'd know sooner."

"Yeah, yeah... geez..."

Ichigo grumbled to himself as he looked to the ground; Rukia didn't even give him time to go home and change out of his school uniform before she dragged him off to the shop that belonged to that bastard Urahara. The man annoyed him; those wooden shoes, that fan he always waved about... that hat and cane. It was as thought everything about him just pissed Ichigo off, but he couldn't exactly tell why.

"Come on, we're almost there."

Rukia called after several long minutes; Ichigo looked up and saw the sign in the distance. A chill ran down his spine; something didn't feel right. It wasn't a Hollow... but the dread he felt was similar. he could make out the form of a small girl sweeping; it must have been Ururu, about the only person in the place he could actually stand. But as they drew closer, Ichigo saw him; Jinta, the red haired little snot that tormented poor Ururu every chance he got.

"I already hate this."

Ichigo grumbled, Rukia shook her head;

"Suck it up, and be polite."

Ichigo grunted and steeled himself for the coming annoyance that was Jinta. An annoyance that didn't seem to come as, upon their drawing close to the shop, the boy vanished into the shop. Ichigo smiled to himself; maybe today wouldn't have been so bad.

Time moved forward, Ichigo found himself waiting for Urahara, a cup sitting in-front of him on a small table. Rukia had vanished somewhere, leaving him alone to nurse the tea that ururu so kindly brought to him. Without a clock Ichigo had no concept of time; minutes could have been hours, hours minutes. The tea vanished down his gullet as he grew impatient, fingers wrapping against the table. He wanted to scream and carry on, but such wasn't becoming of his age.

The door opened suddenly, Ichigo jumped; his eyes instantly fixated on the one standing in the doorway. It wasn't who he expected at all.

"O-Orihime...?"

Ichigo muttered, curious as to why she would be there. The well endowed girl only gave him a sheepish smile before being pushed into the room, followed by Rukia. Ichigo's eyes narrowed;

"What the Hell is going on?"

"What's going on, Ichigo... is some training."

Ichigo blood ran cold upon hearing that voice. He got to his feet, but before he could say even a word his body felt heavy; it was all he could do to stand. Frantically he looked at Orihime; she wouldn't return his gaze. He turned his attention to Rukia; she had a smirk on her face.

"Strong as ever, Ichigo... I suppose I'll have to use another binding Kido on you."

Ichigo's face turned pale, his body felt even more heavy. Staggering, he tried to stay on his feet... but it was too much for him to handle. With a thud he fell to his knees, limbs unable to move

"W-why... why are you... doing this?!"

Ichigo howled in anger, only to be greeted with a third binding Kido, this time sealing his mouth shut. His nostrils flared, his eyes threw daggers; if a look could kill, Ichigo would be a mass murderer. Orihime, she only stood there, looking at the floor, her hands at her sides; she felt horrible for what was happening to him. But still... she didn't want this chance to slip by. It was then, with Ichigo properly bound that Urahara entered the room, his wooden shoes making that annoying tapping sound that drove Ichigo crazy.

"My, my; you do good work."

Urahara said with a smile, hidden by his face of course. Rukia shook her head, placing her hands upon her hips as she stared at Ichigo; something about this felt satisfying to her.

"Only the best for our dear Ichigo... and now, Urahara, I trust you have what I asked for ready?"

"Oh my, yes... imagine my surprise when I heard such a request, though. Remind me to never make an enemy of you."

Urahara said with a chuckle before producing a vial from one of his sleeves; it contained a clear fluid. It was thick and viscous, like corn syrup. Orihime's eyes fixated upon the fluid as Rukia took it from the man in the hat, leering at the contents. Urahara turned and exited the room, his hand still on the door;

"Now, I think I'll excuse myself. Remember, if you break anything you'll have to pay for it. That goes for stains as well."

Closing it shut, the wooden shoes made their infuriatingly annoying sound as he walked away from the room, leaving the two ladies with a rather angery, yet helpless, Ichigo at their mercy. Rukia looked at Orihime with a grin, then turned to Ichigo. She drew close to him; Ichigo made some manner of sound, the only thing he could do to show his displeasure... other than just stare at her, hoping to burn a hole through her head.

"You know, Ichigo... you're a real pain in the ass."

Rukia began as she stood in-front of the teenager, looking down at him. Orihime drew closer herself, but remained a slight distance away; she wanted to make sure that Ichigo's binds were strong enough to hold before getting too close to him. She didn't believe him capable of hurting either one of them, but given what happened, and what will happen...

"You bitch, you moan; I saved your life by giving you my powers, and yet you don't seem to realize that you should listen to me. I've done the job longer than you; I expected some respect. Instead, I got a whiny little punk."

Rukia unloaded on Ichigo, venting her frustrations that had built up over the months; it felt good to get it off her chest. But more, it felt amazing to have such control over him. Suddenly she smirked at Ichigo and thrust her foot between his legs, her sock covered foot finding his penis. With force, she ground her foot against him; to her surprise he grew hard.

"What's this, huh? I though you were only into guys? Or maybe I'm just not feminine enough for you, huh?"

Rukia spat as she pressed her foot against his crotch with more force; he only responded by getting harder. With a look of disgust, Rukia leaned forward, placing her forehead on his own.

"So Ichigo, what is it? Did you lie when you told me you were into guys? Or is it just because I don't have tits like Orihime that you're getting off on this? You said I had the looks of a little boy; is that what's getting you all excited?"

Orihime swallowed hard and looked at her breasts; a wave of shame rushed over her. Those things... they were the cause of all of this; they were the reason why she had to force Ichigo to go through such things. She almost wanted to call it off, but something within her refused to let her speak. It was her lust, her desire for Ichigo... even if he didn't find her attractive, she wanted him.

And if Orihime couldn't have his heart, she could settle for his body.

Another thud came; Orihime looked at Ichigo. Rukia had him flat on his back. Quickly, the small, dark haired girl ripped his pants and underwear from his body, revealing to them both his manhood. Orihime gasped, and at that moment it shrank; the mere thought of her seeing it caused Ichigo to go flaccid. Rukia looked up at Ichigo with disgust once more before turning her attention back to his soft penis.

"Urahara said this stuff worked best on a hard penis... guess I'll have to work my little boy charm to get you going in-front of Orihime here."

Popping the cork from the vial, Rukia took him into her free hand. Softly, she leaned toward it and kissed it softly, her tongue lapping at it between kisses. Ichigo grunted as a shiver ran down his body; with her short hair and small body... she really did seem like a boy. He began to grow hard, much to his shame; Rukia smiled.

"Well look at that; I CAN get you hard with nothing but my mouth! Keep that in mind the next time you say nothing about me could get you hard, Ichigo."

Rukia spoke with a tone that seemed to mock him before running her tongue along his shaft, moving ever closer to the tip. Once there, she gently kissed it, then parted her lips and drove her head forward, consuming the bulk of his manhood. Ichigo's anus tightened upon being engulfed by her, and Orihime, her face was fire red as she watched Rukia perform fellatio on the young man.

Looking up at Ichigo, Rukia quickly bobbed her head, lips forming a tight seal; she was sucking him off like a real pro. Her tongue moved around him, tasting his man meat; she couldn't help but moan. But after a few moments reality came back to her; she realized that this wasn't about her.

It was about Orihime.

With a sudden jerk Rukia withdrew her mouth from his shaft, her hand with the vial stationed above his still hard penis. Turning it, the fluid dripped onto him, a shiver passing through him; it was cold! Without a word, Rukia threw the vial to the ground and took hold of his manhood with both hands. Licking her lips, she swiftly moved them on him, spreading the fluid all over his phallus, ensuring that the skin would absorb it.

But more, she turned her attention to his balls; Urahara was very specific in stating that it should get there too. Rukia caressed his testicles gently, showing much more kindness than his shaft.

"You see, Ichigo... this stuff is going to keep you hard. No matter how many orgasms, you'll stay rock hard for a few hours. But what's more..."

Rukia paused to give his balls a squeeze, teasing him.

"This'll increase your sperm production. You'll literally, and forgive my crude language here, cum buckets."

She smirked at him, then looked over her shoulder at Orihime.

"You're gonna have lots of fun with him... and who knows, you might just get knocked up here."

Orihime squirmed at the thought, Ichigo's eyes turned to fear; Rukia laughed as she looked at the now scared young man.

"Wouldn't that be something, Ichigo? Getting Orihime pregnant..."

Finishing her job, Rukia wiped her hands off on his thighs. Moving to his right, she motioned for Orihime to come close; the well endowed girl complied with ease.

"Now Orihime... he's all yours. Mind if I watch?"

Orihime nodded and then swallowed hard; her eyes were fixated upon Ichigo hard phallus. Her panties were soaked through at the mere sight of it; her hands shook as they went under the skirt of her uniform. Ichigo tried to get away but he couldn't, the binding was too strong for him to break free from. Slowly, Orihime pulled her white panties down her legs, a thin string of fluid connected the crotch of the panties to her actual crotch.

Rukia whistled.

"Well now, aren't we horny."

Orihime's hands trembled as they released her panties from their grip, allowing them to fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, the horny young woman took several steps forward; she only stopped when her wet little pussy was right above his hard, shamefully erect penis. Closing her eyes tightly, Orihime dropped to her knees, she just barely missed being impaled by him. With her trembling hands Orihime took hold of his hardness and gently caressed it.

"Ichigo... it's so hard... and warm. I... I can feel your heart beat!"

Orihime spoke softly, fingers running along the slick surface of his manhood; it was the thing she'd wanted for so long now. Biting her lip, the young woman lifted her body up, just enough to slip his penis between them. She moaned at the feel of the tip of his phallus touching her most sensitive of areas. With a sudden cry of pleasure Orihime drove herself onto Ichigo; the entire length of his penis vanished inside of her moist opening, her body trembling at the sheer bliss that having him inside of her caused.

Rukia cocked her head when she didn't notice any blood; it seemed Orihime wasn't as innocent as she wanted everybody to believe.

"I-I-Ichigo... so amazing... it's hot... hard... inside me..."

Orihime mewled; she felt so full with him inside of her. Her small hands moved to his chest as she steadied herself, her eyes opening; they stared right into his own. She saw his fear, but she didn't care; her own were filled with lust and desire.

"Ichigo... I wanted this for so long. I lost my virginity thinking of you... of your hardness inside of me. I broke myself... to make sure that our first time would be nothing but pleasure. All those stuffed animals I have, they were all meant to be you... to practice on. I wanted to make you so happy when I finally had you inside of me."

Orihime felt like she had to confess to him, about the things she did when thinking of him, or preparing for their time together. Rukia smiled and then shook her head.

"Too bad you turned out gay, Ichigo; this one was likely willing to be your slave if you asked."

Orihime moaned at the idea of being Ichigo's slave; the thought of being collared by him spurred the busty girl to finally go into action by rocking her hips. Her muscles gripped his phallus; if he were a straight man he'd be in heaven. But now... he was in Hell.

"Ichigo, I want you to be my lover... my master... please. I... I want to make you want me. Desire me... no matter what it takes!"

Orihime cried out as she rode Ichigo with force and speed that she never imagined herself capable of. Her juices oozed around his shaft as she move from balls to shaft, the constant empty and fullness producing all manner of lewd noises when she came down on him. Rukia could only watch in amazement; the speed at which Orihime moved was enviable. Especially when one considered that it was, for all she knew, the teenage girls first time.

Orihime's huge breasts bounced as she rode the poor, bound young man with all the gusto she could muster. They wanted to tear away from her bra and the shirt that held them in check, to be free like the mighty buffalo that once was the master of the American plains.

"Ichi...go... I want... you to fill me... please...!"

The teenage girl managed to eek out between cries of pleasure; she wanted his hot, thick sperm inside of her stomach. Leaning forward she rested her breasts against his chest, her hands on either side of his head. Pressing her lips against his own, Orihime rode him with everything she had; her body nearly bounced off of his own from the force. She was close to her own orgasm, the very first as a real woman.

But she wanted him to have one as well; Orihime had always dreamed of the two of them having a mutual orgasm. Much to his horror, Ichigo could feel the muscles of his anus tighten; the first sign that he was going to have an orgasm. He felt so dirty, so ashamed... getting off to a woman. And of all people, Orihime!

Orihime laid her head next to his own, lips close to his ear; she spewed such horrible, filthy things from her lips in a hushed whisper that only Ichigo could hear. To any straight man it would have made his balls tighten, but to Ichigo it only made him want to throw up. But... whatever was in that horrible gunk that Rukia used on him, it was making his body rebel against his desires. It made him horny hearing her say those lewd things.

Ichigo was going to orgasm, and hard. Her filthy talk was doing exactly what she intended it to, as was her vagina; he was going to go off. He was going to fill her with his precious seed. And, in his nightmares, he might even give her a child; an eternal reminder of his shame and violation. He closed his eyes tightly; he wanted to scream. Nothing came from his lips as his balls tightened up on him.

It was as if Orihime knew; she cried out as a powerful orgasm ripped through her entire frame, causing every muscle to violently spasm or lock up just before he himself released his sperm into her. Orihime, she cried a second time at the sudden rush of his seed into her; it was as a torrent, a flood. It filled her vagina, it flowed into her uterus... and it overflowed, pouring from her body, staining the floor below them with an obscenely large amount of fluid.

The amount shocked all involved; but Orihime didn't care. She was in heaven, having his hard dick filling her while his seed flowed into her uterus. Rukia was impressed; Urahara did good work, that was for sure.

Which was bad news for Ichigo... because this was only the beginning of his bad day.

Buterching The Prey

Even though this wasn't his first time, the Soul Reaper was still nervous; every time a Hollow appeared there was danger. No matter how many times one had slain the beasts, there was always a chance that one would get you. In the academy they taught them to attack from behind; many Soul Reapers in the current day and age seemed to ignore that, but he didn't.

He'd seen many of his friends and classmates eaten by Hollows because they decided to run head long into the jaws of the masked demons, so sure of their skill with the blade. But he had always done what he was taught; attack from behind, go for the swift kill. No showing off, no bravado; purify the monster and move on to the next.

This strategy had kept him alive for well over a hundred years now, and tonight was no different. The Hollow was a large one, its form irregular; it seemed almost like a blob. The mask seemed to wrap around the whole of its mostly shapeless mass; this one might be a bit difficult. Still, the Reaper clutched the hilt of his blade tightly as he watched it from a rooftop, his Spiritual Pressure pushed down as low as he could possibly force it to.

It was a little trick he'd picked up from years of fighting. But he'd been told he was a true master at it; younger Reapers and even seated officers would ask for some tips now and again.

The Soul Reaper shook his head; such thoughts were a distraction to the mission. The Hollow seemed to have not noticed him; all he needed now was the perfect time to leap down and slay the monster. He could feel a wondering Plus nearby; that would be the time to strike, when the Hollow went to feed. With luck he'd be able to purify the Hollow, then send the Plus off to Soul Society without having to do too much running around.

Sensing its prey nearby, the Hollow began to move with amazing speed; it was almost like a steamroller, crushing everything in its path. As it moved it wailed; that sound never left the Reapers nightmares. It was horrific, and if it was bad for him, a seasoned pro it would be even worse for the Plus that was soon going to be made a meal of if he didn't attack.

Quickly then he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, giving chase as the beast plowed over lamp posts and cars; the Plus was close now. Likely frozen in terror at the sound.

Perching on the edge of a roof, he watched as the Hollow came close to the Plus; he could see it clear as day. A little boy that had a strong spirit, his death was likely caused by a Hollow. Maybe this one; it could be returning to finish the job. But the Soul reaper wouldn't allow that to happen, it was his sworn duty to defend souls from the monsters that sought to eat them.

The little boy, he looked up at the Hollow with wide eyes; the shock was too much. It was as a nightmare, seeing this huge monster come toward him... and the wail...

The Soul Reaper jumped from the roof toward the Hollow, with any luck it would take only one strike. The Hollow, however, launched a tentacle as he grew close; it hit the Reaper dead on in the chest. With a cry, the tentacle gripped his body and slammed the Reaper into the hard concrete below, causing a spray of blood from his mouth to fly as he screamed in immense pain.

Every bone in his body felt like it had broken; such was likely the case. The Hollow, it held the broken Soul Reaper tightly as it quickly launched tentacled at the child, preventing him from running. Like a deer in headlights, though, the boy didn't move; no sound came from his mouth. The Soul Reaper tried to slash at the Hollow's tentacle, but his wounded body coupled with a tight squeeze from the monster put an end to that.

"You thought you were so smart, Soul Reaper."

The Hollow spoke with a raspy voice; the blob like form shifted, and its entire body seemed to rotate... or rather, the mask seemed to spin around so it was facing him.

"Trying to sneak around like that; you thought yourself clever. But even if your suppressed your power, you forgot that wonderful smell of yours. I knew it was only a matter of time before you would make your move... so that's why I went after this little snack."

The Soul Reaper was confused; smell? He'd never heard anything about smell; he assumed Hollows found his kind through their Spiritual Pressure, not scent! Or maybe this one was different...

"Now, Soul reaper; watch as I eat this little appetizer!"

The beast rasped as it lifted the Plus high into the air. The mask shifted again, only this time appearing at the top of the blob like form, mouth wide open. The little Plus didn't make a sound, he didn't cry; it was as though he were broken, dead to the world.

"N-no! Let the kid go! Eat me instead!"

The Reaper spat out finally; the Hollow laughed.

"Such a kind offer... fine then!"

The beast wailed as the tentacle that held the Soul Reaper instantly separated into multiple sections, each becoming a tentacle in its own right. Quickly they moved on his body, wrapping around a limb, his neck and his torso, right above his stomach.

"Just... promise... you'll let the kid go."

The Reaper pleaded. The Hollow, it looked up at him... and then it smiled. It was a horrific sight; a Hollow smile. It was so unnatural, the way the mask contorted to allow for such a thing to happen. It almost turned his stomach.

"No."

The beast spoke with finality as its tentacles released the Plus. The Reaper could only watch as the small soul vanished into the mouth of the monster; the sound of bones crunching sent a shiver down his spine.

"You... you monster! Why?!"

The Reaper screamed, the Hollow only laughed... and then with a pull the Reapers right arm was torn from his body. Screaming in abject horror, the Reaper nearly passed out from the sudden blood loss.

"You idiot! You should have known better than to expect mercy from us!"

The Hollow roared with laughter, mocking the stupidity of the man as he turned pale from blood loss as it tossed the limb into its mouth, then began to chew slowly. The monster moaned in bliss as the bones snapped and were turned to a fine mush along with the rest of his limb.

"My, so delicious. I haven't had your kind in, oh... a decade or so now."

Slowly, the Hollow began to rip a leg from the Reapers body; this one was slower than the arm. He could feel his muscles being torn, the pain was beyond anything he'd ever felt before. Blood ran down the beasts tentacle as the flesh ripped, sinew snapping as the limb came free from the body. It flew into the beasts mouth to be chewed slowly; the monster moaned again at the sweet taste of the Reapers flesh.

"Does it hurt? I bet it does, the way you were screaming!"

The Hollow rasped and laughed again, enjoying the sadistic brutalization of its prey. The Soul Reaper couldn't speak, the pain and trauma had sent him into a deep shock. The Hollow wailed and shook its prey; blood splattered across buildings and road alike.

"What's wrong, Soul Reaper? Nothing to say? Well then... let's just see how many more pieces it takes for you to say something!"

The sadistic monster pulled at the remaining limbs of the Soul Reaper, doing to them what had been done to the leg. The sinew shredded as the blood flowed, the muscles and flesh ripped; the limbs came off, leaving the Reaper with nothing more than a head and torso. But he didn't scream; rather, he couldn't scream. The monster was denied that further pleasure, but it still had the flesh to eat.

Just as the limbs were in the mouth of the Hollow, the tentacle around the torso of the Reaper tightened. Blood poured from his mouth, any rib that wasn't broken before was crushed. From the sheer pressure the Reapers flesh tore, everything under the grip of the tentacle was crushed; blood and organs oozed around it.

Slowly, his body was split in half, the only thing holding him together was his spinal column. Another tentacle grabbed hold of his lower body and ripped it from his torso. The Hollow held it above his mouth and turned it over, a smaller tentacle split and reached into the blood mess. It fished out the intestines of the Reaper, then pulled it to its mouth; like spaghetti it sucked them from the blood stump, his blood the perfect sauce.

Once the intestines were done, the Hollow dropped the lower body into its mouth, savoring the flavor. Knowing the Reaper to be dead, the Hollow wailed once more; with a swift tug the head came off, the upper torso falling into the monsters mouth, only to be chewed and swallowed with a moan.

The head was all that was left of the Reaper now, but instead of eating it, the beast had another plan. A tentacle flew out from the blob like form and grabbed hold of the Reapers sword. Lifting it up to the head, it drown the blade into his neck, impaling it. With a laugh the Hollow threw the gruesome present for his comrades to the ground as it fled the scene of its meal.

It would need time to digest, after all... before the next hunt.

An Adventure In Sexuality: May Style (Max Chapter)

In the wilds of Hoenn, night slowly descended. Before the stars came out, the small group of Pokemon Trainers decided to set up camp. With tents pitched and dinner eaten, the group of four called it a night. Ash, who was about the only competitive Pokemon trainer in the group fell fast asleep within minutes of crawling into his sleeping bag, going off to dream about battles and new Pokemon to befriend. Brock, a Pokemon Breeder and former Gym Leader soon followed suit, but his dreams were filled with young women... who still refused to even so much as go out with him.

May, now fourteen years old. the only girl within the group and the resident Coordinator, a Trainer who took part in the various Pokemon Contests that littered Hoenn and beyond, had apparently fallen asleep as well; her sleeping bag was occupied with her motionless form.

All that was left was Max, the youngest of the group at the tender age of seven, who remained awake. He sat near the smoldering remains of the camp fire, eyes fixated upon the two tents that had been set up; he was watching, waiting for any movement that would mean that any of them had awakened. But Max could see none; Ash snored slightly, Brock mumbled about girls and, most importantly, his older sister looked placid and peaceful as she slept. It was something she never was when she was awake, Max mused to himself.

The stars began to come out; the Moon was full. Poking the fire a few times to keep it going for a while longer, he took his chance. Rising to his feet, he slowly crept away from the camp, retreating into the wilds of Hoenn. Using the Moonlight as a guide to ensure he made as little noise as physically possible, the young boy soon found himself far enough out of range of the camp. With a sigh, Max broke into a full blown run, putting an ever increasing distance between himself and the other three; the further he went, he knew, the more privacy he would have.

He ran as far as his legs could take him, as far as his body could go before, finally, giving out from his exertion. He collapsed near a large tree and, panting, he crawled to it, then placed his back against the mighty trunk. Wiping some sweat from his brow, Max took a quick look around; there was nobody at all within his field of vision. Feeling safe at last, the young boy slowly eased a hand into his right pocket, only to pull it out moments later...

In his hand he clutched a piece of fabric; it was white. Carefully, he grabbed it with his other hand and stretched it before his eyes; it was a pair of panties with a Skitty design on the front. He couldn't help but smirk at the idea of a Skitty on the crotch... or the fact that it was once worn by his sister. Savoring the thought for a moment, he suddenly thrust it against his face, ensuring the crotch was right at his nose.

Max inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his sister; and soon he was pitching a tent of his own, below his waist. He released the panties with one hand and brought it down to his shorts, where he undid a button, then pulled down his zipper. Licking his lips, he thrust his hand into his shorts and, with a little fishing, he brought out his penis.

It wasn't exactly giant or anything, but it was impressive for his age; it was a good four inches. He shivered as his hardness met the cold air, and quickly he covered it with the Skitty panties, then wrapped the small piece of fabric around his manhood. With a moan, the young boy slowly caressed himself through the panties, the thought that he was touching something with his penis that was in contact with his sisters crotch not too long ago made him writhe in pleasure.

He leaned back against the tree trunk as, slowly, he began to move his hands on his shaft, dragging the panties with them; he was jerking himself off with his older sisters used underwear. His toes curled in his shoes, he bit his bottom lip as if to stifle his moans, despite being all alone in the wild.

But he wasn't alone; eyes were watching him. Eyes that fixated on the object around his penis.

Max tried as best he could, but it was all but impossible for him to not make noises as he pleasured himself with his sisters panties. His mind raced back to that night, two years ago, and to the thoughts that he had since then; the lewd ideas that were born of a sexual desire that smoldered for so long. He gasped as a shudder passed through his entire body; he was going to orgasm soon, he was going to soil May's panties with his fluids...

"You filthy little boy!"

A voice called to him, a voice that he knew all too well. His eyes snapped open, his pupils dilated as he looked at the source of the voice. His body shook, hands began to sweat; the fear that he would be caught had finally come to pass... he had been caught by his sister. He could see her standing before him, not more than ten feet away; clad in a white undershirt and panties.

At any other time, he might have enjoyed the sight of his fourteen year old sister so under dressed, but right now? He was terrified; more so when she began to walk toward him. He whimpered and then panicked, trying to back away from her; but of course he was up against a tree.

He managed to get to his feet, but before he could run she was there, her arms on either side of his head. He didn't dare look up at her, he didn't want to see the look of shame and disgust in her eyes at what he was doing.

"You're a sick little pervert, you know that?"

May's question only made Max clench his eyes shut; he realized that now, he was truly screwed. His sister found out about what he did, and soon she would have him talking about all the other things he did. Turning pale, Max's short life flashed before his eyes as his body trembled; his life was all over. Any moment now, it would all collapse around him. He only hoped his sister would have some mercy and not tell their father...

"I asked you a question, Max. Now answer!"

Max recoiled at her yell and whimpered again; his bladder felt like it may just empty itself at any second. He didn't know if could have gotten the courage to answer her, but he cried out in shock as, suddenly, May grabbed hold of his chin and lifted his face up. The young, terrified boy slowly opened his eyes and looked at his older sister.

Tears began to well up as he considered begging her for mercy, for compassion. He'd swear to never do it again, he'd swear to be her slave; anything to keep this from their mother and father!

"M-May... I... pl-please..."

He began, but May jerked his head up by the chin to shut him up.

"Tell me you're a pervert."

May commanded in a stern tone, and Max swallowed hard;

"I... I'm a p-pervert... a filthy pervert!"

Max cried out as tears rolled down his cheeks; he knew that this was only the start of it all. But instead of harming him, something strange happened; May gently wiped away the tears of her little brother and then leaned forward, their faces weren't even an inch apart. She stared into his eyes, Max began to blush; there was something about it that made feel at ease, or maybe the pervert in him simply was turned on by being so close to her. But something even more unexpected happened...

May pressed her lips against his own, and kissed her little brother. His eyes went wide, then closed as she deepened the kiss between them, her lips pressing harder against his own. Leaning forward, May pinned Max to the tree, forcing her large, heavy breasts against his small frame, causing his penis to stir from its fear induced coma.

But his penis only grew harder when she slipped a hand down his small body, then took hold of manhood, causing him to gasp. Seizing the moment, May drove her tongue into her little brothers mouth, lapping at his own as, slowly, she began to caress his hardness. Max could feel her warmth through the panties still wrapped around his penis; it was the single most amazing thing he had ever experienced in his entire life.

It was so good, in-fact, that he almost thought this to be a dream, rather than reality. But either way, it didn't matter; something he wanted so badly was happening, and if it happened to be a dream, all he would do is end up with moist underwear in the morning. Max, then, in a quick burst of thought and action blindly reached out and found his sisters sides. For a moment he wanted to go for her breasts, but there was another set of cleavage he wanted to enjoy; his hands slid down her sides and found their way to her panty covered bottom.

To May's surprise, he almost instantly clamped onto her cheeks, giving them a firm, hard squeeze. Gasping into her little brothers mouth as her tongue expertly explored every nook, cranny and crevasse it would reach, May rewarded Max's bravery by moving her hand faster on his small shaft. This caused a shudder to pass through his entire body and his knees to feel weak; it was then that the two of them realized that he had just orgasmed, soiling May's Skitty panties with his fluids. But even though he had just released a load his penis remained as hard as ever, and May's hand just kept moving, pleasuring his shaft as he fondled her buttocks with all the vigor born of youth, and all the clumsiness that came with inexperience.

But May grew weary of all of this; she wanted something more from her dear brother; she wanted to taste his cock. And so, May released her brother from the kiss they shared and, dragging her breasts along his small frame, she got down on her knees. Max's eyes opened and looked down, only to be met by May's eyes; he could see the lust in them, the desire.

He swallowed hard as May looked downward and, suddenly, tugged at his shorts and underwear, yanking them down his body before pulling them away from him, throwing them to the side; all that was left were his shoes and her Skitty panties. The panties didn't last long after that; May peeled the small fabric from his shaft and, looking up to make sure Max was watching, licked some of his fluids from the material. She moaned at his taste, and then threw the panties aside as well; she had to have the real thing in her mouth.

Flashing him a smile, she lowered her head and, slowly, she placed her lips against the tip of his penis. Kissing it softly, she parted them and, quickly, took every single inch of him into her mouth. Max gasped and moaned; the warmth and moisture was more than he could have ever imagined. It only got better for the boy, though, when May slowly began to bob her head, tongue lapping at his shaft. Max cried out in pure bliss as, after only a few moments inside, he came in her mouth, giving her what she wanted the most. She moaned, feeling his hot juices strike the room of her mouth and splash on her tongue, but she didn't let up on him.

If anything, she only sped up her pleasuring of his small penis, which still remained hard despite having cum twice in such a short period of time. Max's knees felt so very weak; if not for his sister being right there, ensuring that he wouldn't.

As May's head bobbed faster and faster on his shaft, she took hold of his testicles with one hand, and gently, she massaged and caressed them. Max felt like he was going mad; his entire frame trembled, shuddered and shivered all at once. Max swore to whatever deity that would listen that this couldn't get better, but May was about to prove him wrong.

She pulled her head away from his shaft, only to lower it to his testicles and, gently, took one into her mouth. Softly she sucked upon the one in her mouth, teasing the skin of his scrotum with her tongue as she continued to caress the other with a hand. Her other hand went to his shaft, slowly jerking him off.

For the third time in only a few minutes Max came, covering his older sisters hand. She only kept jerking his shaft, covering it with his fluids; he still remained as hard as ever. May was utterly surprised by his ability to stay hard; surely it must have been due to his youth. But that thought quickly passed, for after all the longer he could stay hard, the more fun she could have with her cute little brother.

She decided to give him a little treat, though; something she knew he'd love. May pulled her head and hands away from his cock and balls, giving Max a moment to rest and to focus on her. His eyes almost instantly fixated on his older sister once more; and he got an eye full when she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing to him for the first time in a long time her bare breasts.

They had grown several times in size since he last saw them; they were even more amazing than he remembered. May looked up at her little brother with a smile on her lips, then gave him a wink before throwing her shirt aside and then grabbing her breasts. She lifted them up for him to get a better look at; they were easily the size of muskmelons, if not larger... they were an amazing sight to behold.

And they felt even better when May leaned forward and wrapped them around Max's young penis, fully engulfing it in her heavenly valley. Max moaned in bliss and May giggled before she moved her breasts in a slow up and down motion, pleasuring him with her glorious mammaries and lubricating them with the result of his previous orgasm.

The young boy dug his finger nails into the tree bark, pushing his back against it to give him support as she gradually increased her speed, her breasts making wet, lewd noises as they moved on him.

May couldn't help but stare at her little brothers reactions; they were so cute. But then he was a cute boy.... she had her eye on Max for a while now, ever since she noticed his growing focus on her, nearly a year and a half prior. His theft of her Skitty panties wasn't the first one; he'd done it numerous times in the past. She had even watched him from time to time using them, wrapping them around his cute little penis and pleasuring himself, trying not to moan...

It got her so wet watching him sniff them, watching him play with himself.... getting off on her used panties and their smell. But she simply couldn't risk doing anything when she was home; if they were ever caught by their father, it would have been all over. That's why she was so happy when she began this journey, so glad that her dear little brother came along. Finally, she could do what she wanted...

Just then, Max cried out in pleasure once more as he came between May's large breasts. She could feel his warmth spread between them, but she wanted something else. Letting go of her breasts, she took hold of his spasming penis with both hands and began a rapid jerking motion, milking him for all that he was work while aiming the tip at her face.

May moaned loudly as strand after strand found its way on her cheeks, on her nose, some hitting her lips. She couldn't help but lick it off of them while she milked her precious little brother until he could give no more.

Finally, for the first time since this all started, Max went limp; he panted heavily, his eyes seemed to be glassy when she looked up at him. She realized then that her little brother was spent for the moment; even at such a young age, he couldn't keep it up forever.

"You did so well, Max. I'm proud of you, my dear little brother."

May spoke as she rose to her feet and hugged him tightly, burying his face between her large breasts. She stroked his hair softly and smiled as she looked down at him; tonight was going to be the start of something wonderful and amazing between them.

Surely they would both enjoy this journey to its fullest from now on.

An Adventure In Sexuality: May Style (Brendan Chapter)

At the tender age of five years old, young Max had no idea as to what his sister, May, did at night. Being twelve years old, she was capable of staying up much later than he could ever comprehend. But at the same time, he simply had no desire to know. After all, he regarded his older sister in the same way as all girls; they were stupid, icky and had some kind of odd disease that was simply named cooties. The young child had no idea, then, that one night everything would change for him, that his view of her, and girls in general, would change so radically.

Max had risen from a deep sleep, his body telling him that he needed to use the bathroom. In the darkness that filled his home so late at night he could have sworn that he heard noises coming from somewhere; but at the time all he cared for was the toilet. It was not until after its use, when he was a little more awake that he found himself curious about those noises that, now, he could hear clearly. With bravery that betrayed his age, and putting the concept that every little noise in the darkness could be contributed to a Boogeyman who wanted to eat him, Max moved deeper into the darkness, intent on finding its source.

His search led him to his sisters bedroom, the source of the sounds came from beyond her closed door. Slowly, he pressed his ear against the barrier between himself and the noises; it was a dull squeak. Confused, Max pondered as to what it could be, then he recalled that his own bed made sounds like that at times as he tossed and turned. But there was something else, something that mixed it the base sound.

Pressing his ear against the door harder he focused his mind, trying to make them out; they were gasps, grunts and a deep, animalistic moaning. It sounded much like a night, several years before, when he went to his parents room in the middle of the night due to a nightmare. The memories came flooding back; he knew he had come across something that he shouldn't have heard or seen back then, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember it fully. With a mix of curiosity and fear that he could be caught and scolded for invading his sisters privacy, the young boy swallowed hard as his hands reached out for the door knob. Perhaps by destiny or laziness, there were no locks on any bedroom door in the house; he had easy access, but the fear of being punished made him hesitate.

Finally, mustering up the same courage he showed by venturing into the darkness, he slowly and carefully turned the knob, then pushed the door open just enough for him to see the inside. There, illuminated by the pale light of a small reading lamp, Max saw his twelve year old sister May on her back as she lay upon her bed, clothing strewn about the floor. Her tiny hands were curled into fists, fingers clenching her bedspread as if for dear life as her back arched upwards, her apple sized breasts proudly thrust into the air. A young man of the same age as his sister was there, between her legs; Max could see the boy thrusting his pelvis toward his sister, her breasts wobbled in time with his movements.

His mind surged with the images that were flooding his eyes, but he realized within moments whom this boy was; Brendan, one of their neighbors. The concept that the two of them would be together so late at night was odd; May never did seem to spend much time with him, so far as Max knew, anyway. But it seemingly turned out that they did enjoy each others company, which was evident by the fact that they did enjoy spending some time together, given the fact that May's legs were locked around his waist tightly, refusing to release the young man from their grip as he thrust into her with vigor.

Too shocked to say a word and too scared of being found out to move, Max could only watch the two of them fornicate. His young, innocent eyes were transfixed upon the trembling, nude form of his sister as she was assaulted by Brendan's phallus, his ears were filled with her moans and gasps as Brendan grunted like some raging beast. The unified sexual organs of the young lovers made lewd, wet squishing noises as they came together and moved apart.

The sight, the smells were so much for the young boy to take in, much less understand. His body trembled, his knees felt weak; he knew he had to leave, but he simply could not. The scene stirred something within his body, something animalistic; his eyes wouldn't rip themselves away from his sisters body, they followed her breasts as they shook, his ears focused only on her cries of bliss as her lover moved with increased speed. Her small, delicate hands threatened to pull the spread from her mattress as her toes curled, her legs tightening around Brendan's waist.

Max swallowed hard as he heard his sister say something, there were words that he'd never heard of, but it seemed to elicit a reaction from her lover; he moved even faster into her, grunting harder. He was less a man than an animal at this point. Her cries grew louder, so loud that Max's ears rang; and then, she nearly screamed as her body locked up, her hands pulling up the sheet that they clung to. She told her lover to do something over and over, words he never heard before, words that just seemed filthy, despite not knowing what they were.

It was moments after this that Brendan threw her legs off of his waist, pulling his phallus from her small frame. Max's eyes went wide when he finally saw it; it was so big compared to his own. But what really shocked him was when something came from Brendan's penis; it was thick and white. At first Max though he was urinating on his sisters body, but as she moaned and mewled, and as it clung to her breasts and stomach, Max knew that it wasn't a bodily fluid that he knew. The torrent of fluid seemed to go on forever, his sisters body was covered before it finally ended, before he fell forward onto May's body, panting.

The young boy, unsure as to what he had just seen, his eyes no longer transfixed, mind no longer clouded by the vision of his sister in the act of sexual ecstasy managed to move. His small feet moved him backwards, his knees still felt weak; it was all he could do to not fall and reveal himself. As he retreated into the darkness, he heard them whispering things, words of praise and contentment. When he finally managed to get enough strength in his knees, Max turned and fled to his room, relaxing only when he firmly inside and safe behind his door.

As he laid upon his bed, his mind racked itself, trying to make sense of it all. But it couldn't; he had no words to describe it, no means to comprehend the act he just witnessed. Most troubling of all, though, was the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off of his sister's body, off of he bouncing breasts. He had always seen her as a stupid, icky girl... but now? He didn't know; he was so confused. He sighed, he realized that tonight he would be unable to sleep...

It wouldn't be the last night that he lost sleep over his sister.

Dawn's Skirt: A Sexual Adventure

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Wail: That Which Sounds Hollow

That mournful sound fills my ears almost every night now; it's such a terrible noise. The wails of a miserable beast that roams the land crying out as if in pain, or perhaps out of being lonely. Its voice is filled with anguish... or so it would seem.

It's hollow, the sound. To those who first hear it, it would be the sound of pain, of suffering, of somebody mourning over the loss of a loved one. But to me, to the one who has heard it for so very long now it sounds empty. As though the wailing has no true meaning behind it, as though the voice has no emotion behind it; as though the wailing is just some sort of trick, some sort of trap... some sort of ruse.

Even though it holds no meaning to me I can't sleep; it's just so loud that it vibrates against my eyes... I can feel it rattling my teeth. No matter how much I cover my head with a pillow I can't drown it out; the noise cuts through everything.

When the sound comes, I head up to the roof to look out at the night sky and the city before me. Tonight was no different, and the moon is bright tonight, so very full... and I can hear it so very clearly. My eyes stare outwards toward the mountains beyond thee city bathed in the reflected light of the sun; I stare at the mountains because the moon is too bright... and because the city disturbs me on these nights.

I can see things when the sound comes, when the wailing makes my lungs tremble as I try to breathe; I can see things. Shades on the roofs, phantom images that vanish as quickly as I can see them; are they ghosts? Or maybe my eyes are just playing tricks with me because of the sound vibrates against them.

The sound is so loud tonight, it's almost too much for me to handle. It's as though the source is coming closer to me, and yet as I look at the city I can't see it; not even the shadows and phantoms that sometimes come before my eyes. It just gets louder, that noise; I cover my ears with my hands but it doesn't help at all.

My lungs... they're starting to hurt. For some reason it's harder to breathe; it's difficult just to fill them, but it's so easy to squeeze them empty. The air seems to be so very thin, as though I were high in the mountains... and yet the atmosphere feels heavy, as though I were in the depths of the ocean.

What's going on tonight?

The hair on the back of my neck is standing up, my body is covered in goosebumps. The sound gets louder and louder, it gets harder to breathe. I don't understand what's going on, I feel like I'm being crushed while the air is getting thinner; my eyes are hurting so much. I have to close them, I clinch my hands tight against my ears...

Nothing helps. Am I... am I having some kind of a heart attack? A stroke? No... that can't be it; I'm not old enough for that, there isn't a history of it in my family as far as I know. I shouldn't be... having such a thing...

It's louder... oh God, the sound is so loud. My ear drums want to rupture and my eyes want to pop; but it just gets louder and closer. This is the first time it's ever been like this, the first time that it's felt this close. For some reason that I'm not sure of I open my eyes... and it's looking at me; a huge monster.

My eyes go wide, my body trembles, I stop breathing; there's a huge monster standing in-front of me, as tall as my house! Its eyes are sunken into a white mask as it stares, mouth open, the sound coming from deep in its throat. It just stands there, looking... my body frozen in place, lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. I try to move, to run and yet... nothing happens.

I'm in shock... oh God, what's happening?

It stares at me for long moments, it feels so long even though I'm sure it's been only a few seconds. I stare back at it, my eyes wide even though they want to burst... and then it lurches forward, its open mouth coming at me as though to eat me! I try to scream but nothing comes out, and in a sudden burst of motion I roll backwards.

Tumbling down the roof I begin to fall as its face slams into the roof; everything begins to slow down for me. My body is falling heavily to the concrete below me, face up toward the sky, my head locked in place, eyes gazing at the monster. It pulls away from the roof and hoists itself up with such speed; its body is huge, its hands clawed... there's an immense, empty hole in its chest that I can see through.

It's perched itself there, watching me fall as though it were some bird watching a cat fall from a tree. God, please let me die upon impact, I don't want to be eaten by this thing alive!

But, it seems that whatever force is out there has other plans, for the beast comes down on me, its bulk moving so quickly; it's already within inches of biting down on my body, killing me... please, oh please just let me hit the ground!

Falling... falling... it's coming closer. Its mouth so wide, the inside so dark and empty as though it has no tongue, no inner flesh. I can't breathe, my lungs are burning so badly, the blood vessels in my eyes want to just tear apart. I know the ground is coming up fast even if everything feels so slow.

This is how I'm going to die; just please let me die without being eaten.

Falling, so close to the ground... but it's closer! Its mouth opens even wider, like a snake whose jaws can unhinge; it's going to swallow me! Come on... come on... let me hit the concrete already!

Closer... closer... the darkness of its mouth is gaining so fast, my eyes are failing as my lungs, indeed the rest if my body cry out for air. So close... both the monster and the ground.

Falling... the ground is just a moment away now, I can feel it even if I can't see. But the monster is right on top of me now...

Falling... falling... the ground, the monster; God, just let me die before it eats me!

Falling... falling...

... Darkness...

Because you knew it would happen... May x Dawn porn!

In the wake of her victory, Dawn felt a little guilty; she had just beaten --albeit barely-- the only girl around her age whom she truly idolized. A knot formed in her stomach as she felt that, perhaps, she had just ruined the possible friendship that could have formed. If so, she would be crushed; she had to find out exactly where the two of them now stood.

Without a second thought, Dawn rushed to find May, nearly tripping over her own dress at times. And when she did find her, May was alone, still clad in her dancer outfit, minus the head piece, feeding her Pokemon. Unsure as to what to say, Dawn stood there for what felt like hours, simply watching. The outfit really was amazing, much better than her simple pink dress; she must have put a lot of effort into it. The detail work alone on the top was something that Dawn couldn't hope to do, and the nearly transparent fabric that comprised the dress was something Dawn would have never dared to wear.

Swallowing hard, she knew she had to do something, but as luck would have it May was the first to notice her; rather, her Glaceon did and then alerted May to her presence. When she turned, Dawn expected some malice in the older girls eyes, but there was none; she was greeted with a smile and a wave of a hand.

"Um... hi..."

Dawn finally spoke, feeling awkward; she had no idea what to say, and it showed in her voice. May could sense it and stood, then walked toward her. Wanting to run, Dawn somehow found the ability to stand her ground, and when May reached her, all she did was pat her on the shoulder.

"You did really well today; I didn't expect you to actually win. But then, the whole randomness of these contests are the best part.

I mean, that's the fun of it, you know?"

May's voice was calm and cool, so very reassuring. Dawn was put at ease, but still had to ask;

"So then... you aren't mad...?"

May's smile only grew... and then she broke into a laugh.

"Of course not! I mean, maybe when I was first starting out... but I like to think I've grown since then.

Is that what's wrong? You thought I was mad?"

Dawn could only nod.

"Well, I'm not. Just don't let this go to your head, okay? Just because you beat me doesn't mean you can beat anybody. Take it all in stride and keep getting better."

Dawn nodded once more, a few tears forming in her eyes. She felt like an idiot, a fool to even assume that May would be angry with her. Blinking, May wiped away a few of the tears that began to roll down the younger girls cheeks, before hugging her tightly.

"Hey now, come on..."

May said softly as Dawn returned the hug, holding herself close to the warmth of May's form. She could feel the older girls large breasts pressing against her own developing ones...

"May... I... I'm sorry for being so stupid. For wasting your time like this..."

Dawn mumbled softly.

"You're not..."

"But I am. I... I didn't think you would..."

"Shhh..."

May finally had to tell her, and Dawn swallowed hard. She felt like she had to make it up to May, somehow; make up for her being foolish enough to think that she would be upset, for underestimating her like that. But more, for wasting her time with her stupidity, for having May have to comfort her.

Slowly, Dawn pulled herself away from May, just enough so that they were face to face, and then quickly she leaned in and kissed the older girl on the lips. Shocked, May just stood there, allowing the younger girl to kiss her with force and vigor born of inexperience.

After a few moments, though, and with gentle force May began to try and push Dawn away from her, to end the kiss between them, to try and talk some sense into her, but in the end her actions, combined with Dawn tenacity only caused her to lose her footing and fall backwards. With a thud May fell to the ground and Dawn followed a moment later, landing right on top of her, the large breasts of the older girl breaking her fall.

Stunned, Dawn pulled away from May and looked down at her, cheeks a bright pink in color as she realized just what she had done, and the prone position May was now in. Swallowing hard once more, Dawn decided that this was her chance to do something more than just a kiss.

"Dawn, please... just get off of me and... and we can forget..."

May spoke, her voice trembling. She was so very confused, her head was swimming in thoughts that she wouldn't have even considered before the kiss. But Dawn didn't get off of her, she didn't stop; she merely slipped down May's body, until her face was level with the ample chest of the older girl.

Without a second thought, Dawn pulled May's top up, allowing her large breasts the freedom that they were denied while being constrained by the midriff bearing piece of clothing. Gasping at their size, Dawn swallowed hard for a third time and then licked her lips before placing her small, trembling hands upon them.

With a jerk from May and a gasp of shock, Dawn softly fondled them, squeezing them with gentle force, palm pressing against the hardening nipples of the older, now writhing girl. She mewled softly as Dawn fondled her breasts, a flush covering her upper chest. Moving her hand down May's right breast, Dawn grabbed hold of it and held it high and proud and she leaned forward, then gently licked at the nipple. May moaned loudly, her back arching as the younger one licked at the sensitive, hard little piece of flesh as she fondled the other with increasing force, her palm grinding against the nipple.

"Ah... Dawn..."

May mewled softly between moans as Dawn continued, moans that grew louder once Dawn took the nipple between her lips and sucked while her tongue flicked against it. And as she sucked and licked, Dawn release that breast and slowly ran her fingers down, along the smooth, flawless skin of May's stomach, moving ever further down until she reached the fabric around her waist.

Quickly, then, Dawn shoved her hand between the fabric and May's skin, her fingers moving ever closer to the crotch of the older girl. She mewled, gasped and moaned at the thought of where those fingers would be going in a few moments...

And then they found their way to her crotch, to the panties that were soaked through, to the thin fabric that covered her womanhood. May's hips jerked as Dawn's small fingers traced her wet slit through the clinging fabric, the sucking of her nipple growing in intensity as her tongue lashed against it.

"Ah... ah..."

May mumbled between moans, her mind fogged as Dawn's little fingers slipped under her panties, creeping ever closer to her slit. The moment her finger tips touched her pussy lips, May screamed loudly, the mere touch threatening to send her over the edge.

Slowly, Dawn's fingers ran over May's shaved pussy, tracing her slit, the tips getting sticky with her fluids. Her entire body trembled, her hips jerked with every caress, her moans only growing louder. And then, ever so suddenly Dawn ceased her touching, only to pull the lips open wide with her index and ring fingers.

"Oh God... oh God...!"

May mumbled between gasps and moans as Dawn slowly sank her middle finger between May's quivering, wet pussy lips, her hips jerking with every inch of headway made. Finally, Dawn reached up to her palm, and then slowly she began to pump her finger in and out of May's soaked, slick little long tunnel, and with every thrust she screamed in bliss, her back arching even further, to the point where she could have snapped it in half.

"Ahhhh!"

May cried out with every movement, her hips jerking with every impalement, and her cries only grew louder as Dawn inserted her index finger, and then her ring finger as well. Her pussy juices poured from her ever more defiled hole as the three fingers pounded their way in and out of her, moving with ever increasing speed and force as she loosened up, the pleasure going to her head.

May almost wanted to pass out from it, but she didn't; she couldn't. The pleasure was too great, the feeling too intense; the orgasm that was brewing was much too strong.

She tried to dig her fingers into the hard floor as Dawn stretched her pussy as much as she could, making all manner of lewd, wet noises as she finger fucked the older girl whom she idolized so much. The bottom half of the outfit was ruined now, but neither one cared; the puddle of fluids was a sign of the bliss that Dawn was giving her, a sign of her desire to make May happy.

She tried to tell Dawn that she was about to orgasm, but words failed her, all she could eek out were screams and moans. But even so, Dawn knew; she knew so very well the moments before a screaming orgasm.

She did all that she could to make it the best orgasm that May had ever had, sucking her nipple with all the force she can muster while squeezing and tugging the other, her fingers pounding May's pussy, her arm beginning to ache from the sheer force of it all.

She was on the brink, May could feel herself on the very edge of her orgasm. Her hands balled into fists as her toes curled, every muscle in her body began to tense up as she screamed louder and louder... and then it finally happened.

May screamed loud and long, to the point where her throat was raw and sore as she orgasmed, a torrent of thick fluids erupting from her tunnel of love, forcing Dawn's fingers out of her while her inner muscles spasmed out of control.

Her entire body locked up at that point, her lungs emptied as her mouth remains open in a silent scream as the orgasm ripped through her slender form while Dawn continued to abuse her nipples, as though trying to extent the pure bliss that May was experiencing.

As her orgasm slowly began to lessen, as the majority of it had already torn through her body, May's muscles slowly began to relax. Her juices still poured from her hole as she was able to breathing once more, her hands unballing as her toes uncurled.

And as May came down, Dawn pulled herself from her ample chest and merely watched as she she panted, as she recovered from the best orgasm of her life, a smile on her face.

For even if they wouldn't see each other for a while after this, Dawn knew that May would never forget her... and that no matter what happened, Dawn knew exactly how to make may forgive her.

Life At The Academy: New Year

It was New Year's Day, but he didn't very much care. He was up much too late for his liking the night before, and all he wanted to do was sleep. Of course, nobody would let him, they were all too busy knocking on his door and trying to get him to open up to wish him a happy new year; like they didn't do that enough at the damned party the night before.

No sooner had he hit the bed again than somebody else was knocking. He grumbled and got up for the tenth time in less than an hour, he was about ready to scream bloody murder. He was just about to get to the door when it opened, seems he didn't lock it that last time. Standing there was a girl with blond hair in a short skirt, it was none other than the "idol" of the school, Alexis.

"Happy new years, Aeolus!"

She was all chipper and cheerful, not something he wanted to hear right now. She just came right on in, now concerned at all that he didn't, you know, invite her to come in. She didn't even seem to notice that she was invading his privacy, or that he looked tired, or that he wasn't actually dressed.

"A new year brings new adventures, new challenges, new opportunities, ne-"

She stopped in mid-sentence when she finally realized that he was just in his underwear. Her cheeks turned bright red as a hand moved up to her mouth, eyes wide in shock. You'd think this was the first time she'd ever seen a man in the mostly nude before.

"You... you're...!"

"In my underwear, yes."

He answered, voice just so uncaring and unconcerned. He always slept in his underwear after all, so it's not some massive and earth shattering event. But to look at her, you'd think the sky was falling, the ground was caving in, men were gnashing their teeth and woman were crying as the streets flowed red with the blood of the innocent.

"Why are you in your underwear?!"

She seemed rather freaked out by this; she must not have much experience with men. Which, in the end is surprising for him, those uniforms just screamed rape victim... or slut.

"Because I always wear just them when sleeping?"

"But... but...!"

"And I was trying to sleep before you came in... and before everybody decided to wake me up, then keep me awake."

She didn't seem to want to have none of this;

"You shouldn't have let me in if youwere dressed like that!"

"... I don't remember actually inviting you in. You sort of just barged in."

"But even still... you... you shouldn't be..."

He was getting so very annoyed with her; for a girl that could duel with the bes of them, she was a complete moron. His annoyance was showing through as he narrowed his eyes, his tone changing to match it;

"Oh yes, do forgive me Alexis. I should have known to assume that you'd be a rude little bitch that just enters a persons room without permission, comes waltzing on in like she owns the place then goes about complaining because I'm in my underwear IN MY OWN DAMNED PRIVATE ROOM.

There you go, Alexis. Are you happy now?"

She was stunned, nobody had ever spoken to her in such a way, but more to the point was that he was right. She just barged on into his room, then went into a fit over what he was doing in his own room. She felt like such an idiot, such a fool... such a bitch. She looked down, eyes avoiding his own;

"I... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said that, or just barged in. It was rude of me, it was wrong. Could you ever forgive me?"

"... Given some time... and when I'm not as tired..."

She looked up at him and smiled, he was so very forgiving, despite being so annoyed and angry with her. She couldn't help but move in close and give him a kiss on the cheek, which surprised him; he wasn't expecting that at all. She surprised herself as well, she didn't think she'd of done that.

"Thank you, Aeolus..."

She remained close to him for so long... or perhaps it was a very short time, buyt for him it seemed so long. He could smell her so very clearly, her scent was much more mild than a normal teenage girls; she didn't wear sickenly sweet perfume like the others. He was fully aware of her body, every curve, every feature that he could see in hours of watching her. Her uniform hugged her body in ways she didn't even know that he agonized over... it was a good thing he hid those images he took of her.

Perhaps it was his being so tired, perhaps it was because he was so close to her, that he was alone with her in his room... or maybe he wanted to get some kind of revenge against her for being such a little bitch, but he decided he would do something that he normally wouldn't dare. Just as she was moving away from him, his arms moved out and grabbed her shoulders, causing her to gasp slightly. He looked her in the eyes, and she looked back, confused and wondering what he was doing.

Her blood chilled as he smirked, then pushed her down so suddenly, onto her knees. A hand went to the back of her head, fingers moving into her hair, taking hold of a clump as he pushed her forward, her face pressing against his crotch, making her close one of her eyes out of instinct. Her face was fire red at this point, her hands pressing against his legs, trying to get away.

"Stop it, Aeolus! Let me go this instant!"

He suddenly and mercilessly pulled his hand up, pulling at the very roots of her hair, making her cry out in pain, silencing her demands. Her wanted to slap her, but that would leave an ugly welt on her pretty face, and that would just ruin things. He looked down at her and sneered, making sure to keep her in pain.

"Shut up! You're lucky, Alexis, you really are... any other rude little bitch wouldn't be getting such kindness from me; most of them would have their legs spread by now and my dick pounding their cunts, regardless of if they wanted it or not. You should be thanking me, you see... I don't want to rape you, I want you to do this out of a desire to make your unforgivable actions up to me. I'm giving you the choice to do what I want, I'm giving you the chance to derive some manner of pleasure out of this.

But if I have to, I'll take what I want by force... and I promise you that I'll make it hurt so very badly. So, please Alexis, just do what I want. And don't even think of doing me harm in a vain attempt to get away, because I WILL stop you and I'll make sure that you suffer for it. I don't exactly wish to ruin the beautiful face that you were graced with, much less the incredible body that you have, but if I must I'll do so."

She ceased her struggles and he loosened up on her hair, the pain she felt lessening significantly. She sat there on her knees, face pressed against his crotch, her mind racing with what was said. She didn't want to be raped and possibly beaten, but at the same time this wasn't really any better; she didn't want to pleasure him sexually!

She looked up at him, her eyes trembling as they begged him to let her go. But he wouldn't show her that much mercy, he couldn't. He was in too deep now, his ass would be thrown in the fire if she told him... so he may as well milk it for all that he can. He pulled her hair again, making her yelp in pain.

"Pull my underwear down and get to it, or else I'll have to take more extreme messasures, you little bitch."

She wanted to break down and cry, not because of the pain, but because he was being so cruel to her, calling her a bitch and forcing her into this. But what else could she do; the alternatives were worse than what she had going for her now. She swallowed hard and nodded, her small hands reaching up to his underwear. As they took hold of the waistband, he loosened his grip kon haor once more, rewarding her for being a good girl and obeying him.

In one swift, fluid motion she pulled it down, then yelped again when his dick sprang forth and slapped her on the face. Her eyes went a little wide when she pulled away enough to see it in all its glory; it must have been atleast an inch and half thick and eight inches long. She simply stared at it, shocked beyond belief... it was the biggest she'd ever seen, she didn't expect him to be packing that much. He must have hit it well, or had amazing control to not pop such a massive boner at any given time that she was around.

She began to fidget slightly, her crotch began to feel hot, the familiar tingle of sexual arousal made itself known. She licked her lips and then leaned forward, moving her head to the side of his shaft, then pressed her lips against it. He groaned at the feeling, hand letting go of her hair, only to stroke it as she moved them on toward the head of his dick, kissing every inch. Once she reached the head, she teased it slightly with her tongue, much to his pleasure, but then she shifted, a hand taking hold of him.

Lifting his shaft upward as best as possible, she moved to its underside and began to move back, toward his balls. She could feel his pulse through his dick, his heart was racing as she kissed him, not missing a single inch of his warm, throbbing man meat. Part of her wanted to take it into her mouth and suck it dry here and now but she held off; that could wait until later. Once she finally reached his balls, she surprised him by taking hold of his sac with her other hand, fondling his balls gently as her other took a firm grip on his shaft and began to move, jerking him off good and hard.

"Ahhh! Oh God, that's good...!"

He moaned, his leg muscles tensing up to ensure that they didn't give out on him. She was encouraged by his reaction and kept up the pace, but she added something new; she leaned forward and lifted his balls to her mouth, then latched onto his sac with her lips. She all but consumed one of his balls, taking it into her mouth, then began to lick and even suck on it, much to his pleasure. His precum flowed like a river from the slit on his head and covered her hand

Life At The Academy: Christmas

It was a few days before the holiday that had become too commercial; Christmas. Aeolus didn't really see the point in celebrating it, but everybody else seemed to enjoy it; most likely because it meant getting gifts. It never snowed on the island, the only way you could tell it was that time of year was because of all the decorations put up everywhere.

About the only good thing that would come of this was that his shopping was on the cheap side; he knew very few people well enough, and of those, cards for them weren't that expensive. The only thing he had trouble with was one person; a girl. Not just any girl, though... an 11 year old girl named Blair.

She followed him like a little lost kitten everywhere he went these days, even after he transferred to the Blue dorm. The irony being, the dorm he was in was the same that caused all the problems in the first place. At times he wished he'd never followed her into that dorm room that night, or dueled and beaten her, which thus brought on her little schoolgirl crush... but those times were few and far between; he actually did like having somebody that adored him so much.

It was a Saturday, and as was normal for him he headed off for the Red dorm. As he came close, he could see her waiting for him on the stairs, just like always, her eyes scanning the distance for him. When he came with sight her cute little face lit up, then she got to her feet and ran to him, she was as excited as a puppy. She hugged him as best she could, being as she was still a few feet too short and her arms weren't long enough fully encompass his body, and he in turn patted her on the head, then stroked her long, black hair.

"I missed you, Mister Aeolus..."

Her voice was so small and cute, and she was just as cute in the way she talked, she seemed to love referring to him in such a way. He smiled down at her, then turned and kneeled down so that she could get on his back, her small hands taking hold of his shoulders. He stood up and grabbed her small legs to help support her, then he began to walk away from the dorm, giving her a piggy back ride. One would figure that she wouldn't like it, as it was something one mostly did with small children, but she loved it... because it gave her a chance to be close to him, closer than she would ever normally be.

She happily sighed and rubbed her cheek against the back of his head before placing her forehead there, resting her own head on his own. As creepy as it might seem, she even sniffed his hair, to see if he had been using that shampoo that she gave him. To her delight, she found that he had used it, which only made her happier.

"So where are we going today, Mister Aeolus?"

"I figured that maybe we'd head to the ocean and get some swimming in. Of course since neither one of us has any swim wear, we'd have to make sure nobody saw us. But don't worry, my dear... if anybody does see, I'll just dunk your head under the water and say I'm alone. But don't go grabbing anything down there... and don't judge, because that water can be cold!"

She giggled a little at the thought of it, but knew he wasn't being serious. He was all but unable to give her a normal, straight answer the first time she asked.

"My, you're such a naughty boy. But really, where are we going?"

"I'll let you pick today, okay? It's been a while since you've done that."

She made what he called her cute little thinking noise, it was something that always came from her whenever she began to pondered things over. She squirmed a little bit against his back as she thought ever longer, it was just another one of those cute little things that she did, but it told him that she wasn't completely sure if she had come upon a good idea or not.

"Um... how about we go to the lake near your dorm? I've heard all these stories about how it has all kinds of rare types of fish, and I've always want to see them for myself. I've tried a few times before, but... they wouldn't let me near it because I didn't belong. So... can we go and look at them...?

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease...?"

She was just so adorable... and she knew how to push his buttons and make him give into her by using that adorableness. He just couldn't say no when she asked like that;

"Sure thing... and maybe if you're good, I'll let you feed them."

She squealed in delight, so very much like the young girl that she was. She hugged him as best she could given her position, then kissed the back of his head.

"You're the best, Mister Aeolus! But... before that, could we... um..."

She shifted and fidgeted a little bit, he could tell that she didn't want to ask. He halted and looked over his shoulder, trying to face her as best as possible. Sometimes he wished his head worked like that of an owl;

"What's wrong? You know you can ask me anything."

She bite her lip and chewed on it slightly, she didn't exactly like to bother him with things, especially considering that he was carrying her around. But this was important...

"Um... could we maybe... head to the school for a few minutes? I need to get something from there..."

One of his eye brows rose at that, it seemed rather odd that she was worried about something so trivial;

"Is that what this was all about? Really now, you shouldn't be scared to ask when it's something minor like that, especially considering that we're heading in that general direction."

"I'm sor-"

"Don't apologize for that. Just tell me, are you in a hurry?"

"Um... a little bit. I want to get there before... well, I just need to get there a little bit quickly."

He wasn't exactly sure why she hesitated to finish her original thought, but shrugged it off; he didn't want to press the issue, especially considering that the more time he spends grilling her, the less time they'd have to enjoy one another's company, not to mention that she wanted to get to the school quickly.

To that end, he suddenly lurched forward and went into a full blown jog causing her to yelp in shock. Her arms and legs instantly clamp down on him as tightly as she physically could, so as to not fall off.

"Mister Aeolus, that was mean! You should've warned me that you were going just start running like that!"

He laughed a little at upon hearing that, she could be such a little whiner when she wanted to. But like so many things about her, it just made her more adorable.

"You said you wanted to get there quickly, didn't you? All I'm doing is getting you there."

"... A little warning still would've been nice. I could have fallen off and hurt myself!"

He shook his head, then tighten his grip on her small legs to ensure that she was even more securly attached to his body than she already was;

"Blair, I would never, ever let any harm come to you. Your safety is very important to me... it's perhaps the single most important thing when we're together. I'd never let you be hurt if I can help it, and I'll fight to keep you safe regardless of how futile it may seem."

Blair flushed considerably as her arms moved, just enough so that she could hug him, knowing full well that he would keep her safe. Her little head slipped around his own until her lips came to his cheek and kissed it softly, then sighed happily as she pressed her cheek against his own. She was such an easy girl to please which was good for him; he just loved to please her in any way he could.

They got to the school fairly quickly, even after he slowed down several times to ensure that she wouldn't slip off of him. He headed inside of the building itself, and just as he was about to ask her where she wanted to go, she began to fidget;

"Mister Aeolus, I need you to let me down, so I can go..."

He, of course let her down. He offered to go with her, but she shook her head.

"Thanks, but I have to do this by myself... so... um... please, just wait for me here, okay?"

He nodded and she went off, actually running as fast as her little legs could take her. He waited there for all of ten seconds, but his natural curiosity got the better of him, and so he followed close behind, making sure that she wouldn't catch him. It was actually rather easy; she never looked over her shoulder, nor did she show any signs of even realizing that he was following behind.

After a short little job for him, he realized where she was going; she was heading for the schools shop, a place where one could purchase anything from cards to snacks. Finally, she came to the store and stepped in, and he hit as she was greeted by the shop girl, to ensure that he wouldn't be caught.

"Hello, what can I do for you today?"

She asked, her voice taking on a sing songy tone as was usual for her, but the small girl didn't answer; she merely looked about, as though searching for something. Aeolus stuck close to the door and peered in from his little hiding spot, watching as she looked through multiple cases, at times getting onto her knees, to see the lower shelves.

She sighed softly and become all frowny upon realizing that she had looked through all of the cases that were there. What she wanted simply wasn't there; but what she wanted was a mystery to him.

"Please don't look like that... please, tell me what you're looking for. I maybe have what you want that's not in the cases in the back."

The shop girl spoke, trying to bring some hope back to the small girls face. Blair didn't waste a second, she rose to her feet and walked over to her, then looked up, eyes having some slight hope. But, at the same time her face took on an indifferent look; she didn't want to get her hopes up too much;

"Um... do you, by any chance have a... Black Magician Girl...?"

He was a little surprised that she would have asked for that exact card, it was one that he'd been lusting after for months, but couldn't really afford; it was just so very rare these days. Almost instantly the shop girl smiled at the small girl and raised a finger, then headed off into the back room, to look for the card in question. Blair's hopes were raised, why else would she smile if they didn't have the card in stock?

Moments later, her hopes were confirmed when, finally, the shop girl came back out of the back room, the card in hand. It was in a clear, hard plastic case that was held together with screws, to ensure that both the card couldn't be damaged nor could the case fall apart and expose the card to any damage.

"Ah... how much is it?"

"Considering how rare it is and the time of year... the price is --and do keep what I just said in mind-- 20,000 DP."

Aeolus' eyes felt like they wanted to pop out of his skull, he just couldn't believe what he was hearing. The price had been 10,000 DP just a few days ago when he came around here asking for a price. But now, it had been doubled... just what in the Hell kind of rip off were they trying to pull here? Why, if he weren't attempting to keep himself hidden, he'd rush in there and...

"Oh, but... I only have 12,000...! Isn't there any way I could get it for that much? Please...?"

"I'm sorry.... but I can't lower the price; it was set by the owner. This is the last one we have, and there's no telling when we'll get another one... besides, given the time of year, we're lucky to even have this one left."




She sat down next to him on his bed, her cheeks flushed at the mere though of actually being there, in his room, with him... on his bed. It was something she never though would happen, and yet she was there. To top it off her actually wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close, allowing her to snuggle close to him.

She couldn't think of a better gift... anything he could give her would never compare to this moment of tenderness.

"I thought long and hard about what to get you... I even asked a slew of other girls from the other dorm as to what they though would be a good gift, but every option they came up with wasn't good enough. You mean more to me than some little store bought gift could ever convey... so... I couldn't buy you something.

But... I still have something for you, my dear little Blair..."

A hand slipped to one of her cheeks and strokes it softly. She flushed even more, and his fingers slipped to her small chin. There, he took hold and lifted her face, until she was looking straight at him, and he was there, looking down at her. He could see how flushed she was; she was so very adorable.

"I think you'll like it, Blair... it's something that I'm sure you've wanted for a very long time."

Slowly, he began to lean down, and she realized what he was about to do. Her small eyes closed as she lifted her little rear end off the bed, pushing herself upwards. Soon, they came within mere inches, feeling the others warm breath... she was trembling, body overwhelmed by the fact that she was going to be kissed by the man she loved so much.