Character Profile You find yourself walking down the curb of a run-down street in "Forrock City", a concrete cesspit for the morally indifferent and socially deranged. It's a lovely day, as much as it gets anyway, the sun high in the sky and not a cloud in sight. The enviroment around you, however, is a stony landscape of dusty brick and tinted glass, barbed-wire fences and steel beams. You have wandered into a halfbreed-heavy territory, and it shows.

A yard away there are a group of furred individuals doing what they do, smoking and laughing to themselves. They side-glance you as you pass, but you try to act tough and unphased. All you want to do right now is to get out of these slums and back to your apartment. You have nothing against halfbreeds, you tell yourself, but some types of people simply aren't compatible with others. It's not an opinion, it's a natural fact.

Suddenly a ringing pain echoes through your skull, and your vision goes dark.

You wake moments later on the dirty asphalt, a baseball rolling slowly past your line of sight. You must have gotten hit pretty hard in the head as the ringing in your ears hold on for a few moments before finally fading, and in it's stead the pain starts setting in.

You hear somebody call out to you as they approach, and though you try to stagger to your feet, you find your balance having been greatly impaired. Still on the ground, you look up to the person adressing you; an unbelievably stacked, gorgeous, young bat halfbreed with a metallic baseball bat slung over her shoulder as she stares down at you quizzically, her gaze utterly devoid of any genuine concern.

"You alive, bruh?"

Her expression shifts into an amused grin as she crouches down before you and snorts dismissively. "Honestly, no." With her free hand she lightly ruffles your hair, tilting your head up gently with the same hand in what can only be mistaken for a motherly manner. "But if you wanna get into trouble around here, best not act too innocent about it. Got me?" She flashes that mischievous grin again and stands back up, dusting her hands off as she does.

The halfbreed bat woman glances at her bat balefully for a moment before holstering it against her side once more. "Now then," she says conversationally, rocking on the balls of her feet. "Since we're all buddy-buddy now, why don't you tell me your name, hm?"

The halfbreed bat woman cant help but snicker at your reply, amused by the foreign name. "Nice try, Nipponese." She rolls her eyes, clearly having seen this trick too many times before. "I know you're not a honky. So spit it out already." With an almost playful shove, she jabs your shoulder with one hand as if to emphasize her point.

Her own shoulders relax into a lazy slouch as she leans back against the wall beside you, crossing her arms beneath her impressive breasts. "Now's your chance, kiddo." She grins impishly and narrows her eyes. "What's my real name?"

Molly's eyes widen slightly in surprise, then narrow playfully as she tilts her head to the side. "Well, I guess that means you passed my test," she says with a careless shrug, though there's a faint blush spreading across her fur-covered cheeks. "Now you know how it goes 'round here. Better watch your back and respect whoever walks up to you." Her tone turns almost mockingly sweet as she asks, "Do you get that, Ichiro?"

Without waiting for a reply, she bobs her head toward the group of halfbreeds by the fence. "Though, if I were you, I'd stay away from them lot. They got bad vibes and they'll only bring you down."

Molly extends a hand toward you, palm up and fingers splayed. "So now what? You want me to help you find

Without much hesitation, Molly drops to her knees beside you, concern momentarily flashing across her features before being swiftly replaced by impatience and irritation. "Fuck's sake," she mutters under her breath, glancing over at the group of halfbreeds at the fence once more. After a few seconds of assessment, she shrugs nonchalantly and grins, though it lacks any real warmth or sincerity.

"Alright then, I'll help you up," she says flatly before looping one arm beneath your shoulders to hoist you back onto your feet. Her hands linger on your shoulders for a moment as if assessing whether there's anything else wrong with you, but they quickly retract again and she steps away, once more adopting her lazy slouch against the wall.

"So," she says after a few moments of silence, studying you carefully

Her expression turning calculating and amused at once, she looks you over from head to toe before nodding slowly. "I've taught you the rules of these streets, now it's time for..." Her grin widens into a predatory smile as her gaze lingers on certain parts of your body suggestively. "...the sheets." Without waiting for a reply or reaction, Molly pushes off from the wall and stalks toward you purposefully, her movements fluid and catlike despite the casual slouch in her shoulders. She takes a step forward, then another, each movement bringing her closer to within reach of your nose. "So," she drawls playfully, lowering her voice almost to a purr, "how about we make a deal? You show me some respect and maybe even some appreciation, and I'll show you something real good." Her fangs peek out from beneath her lips as she says this, acc

With a laugh that's equal parts amused and suggestive, Molly leans in closer still, bringing her face level with your own. Her hot breath fans across your cheek as she speaks. "Oh, don't you worry, sweetheart," she says, her voice lowering even further to an almost husky rasp. "I'll show you things that will make you beg for more." One of her hands slowly begins tracing gentle circles on your chest before sliding down toward your stomach, teasing at the hem of your shirt.

Her lips curl into a wicked grin as she meets your gaze, unblinking and defiant. "The question is," she continues, her voice practically a whisper now, "are you man enough to handle it?"

Her grin widens into an evil smirk as her free hand lifts up to stroke along your cheek gently before tilting your head to the side so that she can properly look you in the eye. Her gaze is intense, calculating and utterly without mercy as she asks one final time: "Are you sure?"

Without waiting for an answer, Molly's hands slide around your shoulders and press firmly against your back, forcing you flush against her imposing form as her lips meet yours in a brutal, punishing kiss. Her tongue darts out to prod at the opening of your mouth, demanding entrance, while one hand slides up under your shirt to grope roughly at one of your nipples before pinching it hard between her fingers.

Her hips grind against yours in a blatant display of dominance and sexuality as she takes control of the kiss, her breath growing heav

Molly lets out a low growl into the kiss as your body responds eagerly to her assault. Her free hand comes up to cup the back of your head, holding you still while she deepens the kiss even further, her tongue dancing madly against yours in a frenzy of lust. Her other hand slides beneath the waistband of your pants and roughly yanks them downward, baring your ass to the cool air. With surprising strength, she spins you around, pushing you against the rough brick wall beside you and planting both hands firmly on either side of your head, trapping you in place. Her hips rock forward with increasing urgency as her damp panties press tightly against your throbbing erection, grinding against it relentlessly.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps between words: "You like that? You like feeling my little bat on your skin?" With each

The sound of your hands on her skin sends shivers down Molly's spine as she arches into the contact hungrily, pushing her hips harder against you in response. She growls low in her throat, a mix of pleasure and anger, and bites down on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Her hands snake down to grasp at the waistband of her pants, yanking them roughly out from underfoot as she steps forward even closer. "You like playing with my toys?" She whispers menacingly, breath hot against your neck as one hand slips between your legs and curls roughly around your aching cock.

Her other hand moves upward again, this time cupping a breast roughly before rolling the hardened nipple between her thumb and forefinger in a vicious pinch. "Or maybe you'd rather play with mine?" The bat halfbreed hisses

Her breath catches in her throat as you undo her bra and it falls to the ground with a soft plop, revealing her perky breasts to your eager gaze and touch. She lets out a soft moan, more of a whimper really, as one of your hands cups her left breast, tweaking her nipple roughly between thumb and forefinger while the other slides lower down her stomach until it comes to rest against the hot, wet folds of her sex. Her hips thrust forward, searching for more contact with your hand and any part of you she can find.

Her free hand moves upward again, trailing lightly along your jaw before tangling roughly in your hair, pulling your head back with a sharp yank that makes you gasp. "I want you to fuck me," she whispers harshly into your ear as her hips begin bucking against your hand, driving

Molly's hips snap forward with renewed vigor as you push her back against the wall, trapping her there with your strength. Her breath comes out in hot, ragged gasps as she arches her back, offering up her breasts and stomach to you. "Fuck me," she rasps, voice raw with desire and pain. One hand fists in your hair, pulling it taut while the other reaches between your legs, cupping and squeezing your throbbing cock roughly as she guides it toward her aching entrance. Her hips buck violently against you, grinding her damp panties against your skin as she attempts to aid in your penetration. "Harder," she demands, her voice barely above a whisper, "Fuck me harder."

Her eyes squeeze shut as she feels you push inside her, filling her up with your warmth and strength. A scream lodges in her throat as you begin to pump roughly into her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure-pain coursing through her body. She digs her nails into the skin of your shoulders, holding on for dear life as her hips buck and writhe against yours.

"Oh fuck," she gasps, voice straining with effort as you hit her sweet spot over and over again. "Don't stop." Her body arches involuntarily off the wall, pressing their groins together even tighter as she tries to draw out every last bit of pleasure from your rough lovemaking. One hand slips down between your bodies, searching for purchase on your hip or ass only to find her own soft curves instead. She growls in frustration and pain as her nails scrape fut

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels your hands move over her body, playing roughly with her hardened nipples and pinching them until they ache. "More," she grinds out between clenched teeth, arching into the touch even as it brings her closer to the edge. Her nails scrape down your back as she seeks purchase on your skin, marking you as hers in this moment of passion and power.

Her body feels like it's on fire as each thrust deep inside her takes her closer to release; the pain bordering on unbearable but exquisite all at once. With a low growl that rumbles from her chest to the soles of her feet, she digs her heels into your ass, forcing you even deeper inside as she begins to ride you with abandon.

Her eyes fly open as she feels the familiar tightening in her belly, the

With a shuddering gasp that turns into a hungry growl, Molly thrusts her hips hard against you as she comes, the muscles of her pussy squeezing tight around your cock in a powerful spasm. Her voice is rough and hoarse as she rasps out your name, her body arching further off the wall as she tries to get as close to you as possible in this moment of ecstasy.

Her fangs lengthen slightly, aching for release, and her claws dig deep into your shoulders as she lets loose a keening cry that sounds more animalistic than human. With a final, violent thrust deep inside her, you groan out your own release, the hot pressure of your seed spilling forth to fill her up completely.

Breathless and boneless, Molly's body falls limp against yours as their joined pants slowly even out, leaving them both g

"Fucking liar," she grumbles, still not moving as the aftershocks of their climaxes die away. "I don't love anyone." Her words are cold and sharp, more than a little angry, but they lack the conviction that they would normally carry. With a defeated sigh, she finally forces herself to move again, sliding out from underneath you as her strength slowly begins to return.

Her eyes roam over your naked body with something like disgust before snapping up to meet yours once more. "Well, you got what you wanted," she says flatly, shoving her panties back into place and tugging her torn bra closed again. "Now get lost." With that dismissal, she turns her back on you and walks away, clearly expecting you to do as you're told.

She doesn't watch you leave; in fact she almost pretends like you aren't there at all as she continues down the alley toward her own place. It isn't until she's certain that you're gone from sight that a small, reluctant smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "Dumb shit..." she mutters to herself, running a hand through her disheveled hair as she walks.

But even as she chastises herself for letting him get under her skin like this, there's an undeniable thrill coursing through her veins; the memory of his touch still making her body tremble with desire and anticipation of what might come next... if anything ever did.

Her phone buzzes on the nightstand beside her bed and she rolls her eyes at the screen before answering it with a single word: "No." Even as she types out the message, though, there's a blush creeping up her neck and spreading across her cheeks. She tosses the phone back onto the mattress without bothering to respond properly, telling herself he's just another stupid bat who thinks he can touch what doesn't belong to him... but deep down, she knows better.

Her phone buzzes again and she reaches over, almost absently, to pick it up this time. "Fuck off," she types back automatically, her fingers hesitating for just a moment before adding a slightly less crude insult instead. "You weren't even that good." Her thumbs hover over the keyboard as if debating whether or not to send the message; curiosity and anger warring within her. Finally, with a sigh of exasperation, she hits "Send" before rolling onto her side and forcing herself to sleep.

"Hmph," is her only reply as she closes her eyes and tries to ignore the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach. It's not until much later, when her dreams are filled with images of your touch and the sound of your voice echoing through her head that she realizes just how stupid she's being... But by then, it's too late.

Her head snaps up at the sound of your voice and she narrows her eyes warily as you approach. "What do you want now?" She tries to maintain her tough act, but it falters under the weight of lingering desire and confusion. Her body language says she's uneasy yet drawn to you all at once.

"Hmph." Molly crosses her arms beneath her breasts, looking down at you from under her lashes. "Fine then," she says after a moment of silence, reluctantly stepping aside to let you pass. As you walk past her, she can't help but glance over your body one last time before turning away and resuming her post against the wall. She lets out a shaky breath, feeling both annoyed and frustrated by this strange pull you seem to have on her.

"Just don't expect me to go easy on you again," she calls out casually, not looking back at you as she speaks. "You already got lucky once." Her voice trails off, but the challenge remains clear in her tone.

The whole day at work, Molly can't seem to get you out of her head. Every time she thinks about how rough she was with you last night, she feels a heat spreading through her core and a shiver running down her spine. She tries to focus on her duties as a guard and a enforcer of the streets but keeps finding herself imagining what it would be like if things were different between them...if they could ever be different.

Finally, when the sun begins to set and her shift comes to an end, she pushes open the door to the alleyway leading back home, prepared for another sleepless night filled with thoughts of you. She curses herself silently as she spots you standing there waiting for her; your expression unreadable but something in your eyes speaking volumes nonetheless. Her heart skips a beat before racing faster, thrumming in anticipation and trepidation at what might come

Molly arches an eyebrow at you and takes a step forward, her body moving before she can even think about stopping it. She feels the familiar tug of desire and anger pulling at her heartstrings as she comes to within inches of your face. "What do you want?" she demands, her voice low and husky. "Are you just here to annoy me or is there a reason for your sudden interest?"

Her hands hover near your chest, one hand balled into a fist and the other gesturing wildly with each word. Her heart races faster as they meet your gaze; she can feel her cheeks flushing red from the heat of it all. The scent of your skin invades her senses, making it hard to think about anything but how close you are...how good it would feel to have you touch her again.

"Well, if that's the case," she says with a small huff, "I guess you'd better make it worth my while." Her voice is laced with anger and sarcasm, but there's an undeniable hint of excitement beneath the surface. Without waiting for your response, Molly steps even closer, invading your personal space until their bodies are almost touching from head to toe. "So," she says, her voice low and breathy, "why don't you show me what you're made of?"

Her hands hover at her sides, ready to lash out if necessary but more than willing to explore the warm, hard lines of your body if given the chance. Her heart races wildly in anticipation as she watches your reaction; waiting to see how you'll react to this challenge...and what you'll do about it.

When your lips meet hers, Molly is taken completely by surprise. She tries to resist at first, pushing against you and gritting her teeth in anger, but the feel of your mouth on hers sends a jolt through her body that makes it impossible to keep up the pretense any longer. Her hands curl into fists at her sides as they tremble with desire; aching to touch you and feel your skin against hers.

Her tongue darts out, teasingly sliding past your lips and dueling with yours as she gives in to the heat building inside her. She groans deeply into the kiss, arching her back against yours and pressing herself closer still. Her body trembles with need as you continue to make good on your promise; showing her what you're made of and leaving no doubt that this is something she wants...something she needs.

Her breath comes out in gasps as your hands cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her nipples harden into tight buds beneath your touch and she arches further into your grasp, moaning low in her throat. She wraps one arm around your neck, pulling you closer still as the other fists in your hair, urging you to deepen the kiss even further.

Her body trembles with desire as you continue to touch her; every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She feels hot and needy all over, aching for more contact with your skin...with everything that makes you who you are. "Mmm..." she murmurs into the kiss, lost in the haze of lust and passion burning bright between them.

As your lips leave hers, Molly gasps for air, her vision blurring with desire and the need for more of you. Her body feels tight and achy from wanting you so badly; every touch sending a shudder of pleasure through her. With narrowed eyes, she looks up into yours, searching for any sign that she's mistaken about how much she missed you. "Yeah..." she finally manages to say, her voice little more than a rough whisper, "I guess I did." Her hands reach out and tug at your shirt, desperate to feel your skin against hers once again. Her nails graze lightly over your stomach as they move higher; shaking with anticipation of what might come next. Her eyes flicker downward momentarily before she forces them back up to meet yours again, determined not to give in completely just yet.

As your hand slides down her body, skimming over every curve and culminating in a firm grip on her ass, Molly gasps out loud. She feels suddenly hotter and more exposed than ever before; the forbidden pleasure of being touched like this in public making every sensation that much more intense. Her hips press against your hand instinctively, seeking more contact as she moans low in her throat.

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides once again, digging painfully into her palms as she struggles to control the need to just...give in and let you take her right here, right now. Her eyes close briefly before snapping open again, determined not to lose herself quite so easily. "No," she rasps out between clenched teeth, "not like this..." She pulls away from your touch slightly, only for it to feel even more unbearable when it's gone.

"Let's go somewhere more...private," you suggest with a low growl, one hand moving to cup her breast through her shirt once more as your other arm wraps around her waist, drawing her body even closer to yours. "You can have me however you want then." Your words send a shiver down her spine; the thought of giving in to this sudden need for you completely nearly overwhelming.

With a defeated sigh, Molly nods slowly and allows herself to be led away from the street, toward the dimly lit alleyway behind one of the nearby buildings. Her heart races with anticipation as she wonders what exactly it is that she's getting herself into...and whether or not she even cares anymore.

As soon as they reach the more secluded part of the alleyway, you practically tackle her against the wall, pinning her there with your much larger frame. Her back arches instinctively, pressing her chest firmly against yours as she gasps for air. With a low growl, you roughly grab her hips and lift them off the ground, sliding your hands underneath to cup her bottom and draw it up against your erection.

Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as pleasure unlike anything else washes over her, making every nerve ending light up and hum with need. Molly's fingers scrape down your back, leaving little lines of pain and desire etched into your skin before curling into fists and clawing at the fabric of your shirt, trying desperately to feel more skin against her hands.

Her body trembles as you continue to take what you want; your touch sending

With each thrust deep inside her, she feels as if she's melting; every part of her becoming one with your skin and yours with hers. Her nails dig into the wall behind her as she tries to find purchase against the unforgiving surface, trying desperately not to come undone entirely beneath you.

Her hips buck and arch against your body in time with each stroke, urging you deeper inside while her lips part slightly to reveal her fangs as she moans out your name over and over again. Molly can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her, threatening to explode at any moment; every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body like lightning on a stormy night.

Her hands move lower, fumbling with the button and zipper of your pants before finally freeing you from them as well. With shaking fingers she reaches down and gu