It’s subtle at first. Even if the mage wasn’t enraptured with pleasure, he might not notice. Impossibly, his skin grows paler, taking on a faint p...rple hue as her demonic energy pours into him.The familiar infernal markings of a cursed incubus beginning to form. His ears start to resemble that of an elf, poking out from under his hair. Then his features soften, becoming even more sensuous as he stifles a moan. Fangs barely visible through his parted lips.I feel so dizzy. Miria can hardly think. Futility bartering my own body in hopes of keeping what should have been mine to begin with. I learned what the shears were for when we got to an older pair of pants. Victor decided he’d like them better as cutoff shorts, so snip-snip and there went the legs. A few more joined them, and in the end I was grateful he let me keep any intact. Grateful. What a joke. My eyes lit up as I pulled my favorite sweater from the pile. In this time of trouble, it almost felt like a welcome friend I’d never. Eva looked from the man to the woman and back."Don't put that fucking naked ass next to me," the man growled.I almost pissed my pants when I heard his voice. Well, if I had been wearing pants, that is."Oh, Fred, be gentle with him," Eva said in a sweet voice."No fucking way! If he sits next to me, I'm out of here!"Eva looked at the woman and asked, "Well, would you mind?"I noticed the woman's eyes were on my groin and with a naughty smile, she said, "Oh no, no problem at all!" She patted with. Henry was a French horn player, and we were at band camp the summer before our senior year in high school. Between the girl’s and boy’s cabins was a private grassy knoll, and if you kept to the margins near the trees, a couple might find a little boy/girl privacy. I didn’t exactly intend to give myself to him, it just sort of happened one night. In retrospect, I have to say that Henry was as good a candidate as anyone was to claim my cherished virginity. He was slight, with blond curly hair,.