Thread: I'm Not A Ghost (Nighthaven & Aise)

Opportunity was around every corner, or so some would claim, and in some way this held true, even in this god forsaken little town,you just had to have the right triggering essence. Take Cecilia for instance, a chubby little girl and the youngest daughter of Reginald Simmon's, former owner of the Local Cloth factory and today's most known failure in town after he had fallen into a steep debt. Today he was known as one of the biggest drunkards and gambler in town who acted as though he had nothing to loose, which, sad as it was, was a fact. Problem was, he had tried to expand his Factory after a sudden boom in orders and contracts, an opportunity that a smart business man would not pass up on. Sadly though the man was just a bit to greedy and wanted the Factory's expansion to be done as soon as humanly possible, for which he needed far more money then he could offer, but which he easily could repay once the factory had the capacity to keep up with requested output of materials. The small town though had painfully few valid investors for such a monstrous project, and those that where, well, lets just say they where not always welcome. Said investors where the Ixchel's a family of Anthro wolfs that, much like any beast creature, where not all to welcome in human society, though due to their huge wealth where welcomed here as it filled up the town's wallet quite nicely. This family it was that Reginald would approach, and that joyfully accepted to fund the man's project. The flaw to all this was however that the industrial boom would find a sudden decline right in the middle of the Factory's expansion, an unfortunate happening that broke the man's back and spirit till he turned to Alcohol and drugs to erase his misfortune from his mind. What he could not do however was to erase it from the Ixchel's mind who naturally would want their money back, though with Cecilia's father unable to ever regain the lost fortune it would soon be to his two daughters to work for his mistake. Cecilia's sister, Anna, was nowadays working at the Ixchel's manor, far out of town, where no one would see how much more degrading her tasks where then mere housekeeping. Cecilia had one day watched how Nardak, the head of the Ixchel Family, forced his way onto her sister whom endured the man for as long as it pleased him, a day she would never forget as she was told then that, soon as she was 16, she would have the pleasure of laying there like her sister while the old man worked her worth every penny that their father owed them. That was a year ago, today it was her birthday, she had just hit 15, though the promise of the man on top of her sister would not come to fruition, at least not in way's of loosing her Virginity as now the young girl stood back within the town's rumored dark corner, a dead end of an Ally way that was known for the shady business that went on there. Cecilia was sobbing silently, her body rocking involuntarily as not Nadrak, but his son Nighthaven decided that the girl was old enough, taking her back here on a folly reason so he could release the steam of not having had some bitch in a while. Nighthaven, a black furred wolf of 25 years, was abusing poor Cecilia viciously, deflowering the young woman whom obediently stood there, crying to herself as the wolf had not kept his promise to at least use protection. Her ordeal was not one to last for long however, the wolf would just dump his load into her and then nonchalantly plug his dick from her depths, unsatisfied with the girl as she neither suited his taste nor managed to offer anything else of value to him, sure, she was young, and the chubbiness could nearly be seen as cute, though her cunt just felt to loose, and she just stayed there like a Mattress as she had long since accepted her fate. Soon poor Cecile would run out of the Back ally with tears on her eyes and her panties gone below that long dress of hers, headed back to the manor where she would have to figure how to tell Nadrak that she was now defiled, and knowing the wolf, it would be her punished and not His son, even though it was his doing, Nadrak just knew that his Son couldn't help himself, in fact, he was just becoming like him with all the good's and bad's, including their love for a human bitch. Nighthaven on the other hand would soon casually make his way out of the Ally way, just now to make his way around the first of altogether five corners that would lead back onto the road, and behind one of them he would agree, there was opportunity behind every corner, a line so true when one laid eyes onto beautiful young Serah.