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Incubus: Virgin Virus

-By FurryYunSeong/AitosSaibankan-

-Side Story 6-

Disclaimer: It is recommended that you're over 18 while reading this. It's mostly homosexual erotica; steer clear if you don't approve.

My Side Stories are meant for readers to be able to enjoy them without the need to read the other parts. This one in particular is not fully like that. If you read ["Virgin Virus: The Demon Breeder"](%5C), it might help you better understand what goes on here, as well as acclimate to its main character.

As I mentioned in "The Demon Breeder", the main character's a little cuckoo. He's sadistic, hedonistic and ambitious. And this story is a particulary lewd one, with lots of cursing. Hope it's not too much, and that it ultimately serves to give this writing a different feel.

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--The Demon Maker--

• "Hmm... lots of fur in the right places. Bigger dick, more muscles... you smell so good, my boy." - "There he was, beside me as I contemplated my handiwork.

My hands felt the creases and valleys that I carefully, meticulously, helped shape.

• "Thanks, daddy." - He answered, happy at the praise.

• "Come on, boy." - Let's indulge.

I stood from the bed, extending to help up his naked form.

• "Again?" - He giggled.

• "Yes, again. Don't be complaining, now." - I growled as I led him to the bathroom.

In front of the full body mirror we stood, me hugging my boy by the torso and carefully examining him.

• "Inspection time." - I whisper.

My paws again rub every part of my son's body, and my throbbing phallus pulses between my torso and his back, pressed together as we were. His olive muscles were accentuated by patches of dark brown fur on his chest, trailing down his abdomen and forming another forest of it at the pubic area. His forearms and forelegs too had tepid patches, but he still looked human.

• "I love what you've done to me, pops." - My boy leaned back a bit, rubbing my arms.

• "It's only a labor of love, Jordan." - I assured.

Then my paws constricted Jordan's cock, feeling it and slowly giving way to stroking.

• "Mmm... dad". - He moaned.

• "In ten nights, I'll make you a full demon, just like me." - I declared.

We had some busy nights ahead of us.

***

My name's Dino, and I am going to change everything. I am a muscular, yellow fur, dark mane, big cocked incubus breeder, and I will create an army. I shall take the weak demons that are humans and with my seed they shall transcend to near perfection, and to them, my word will be law. Jordan, my firstborn, the first step for this new, perfect world yet to be. We must add new sons to the family.

...

After feeding my boy with copious seed twice -once last night and again as we woke up, the lad cant seem to get enough- , we agreed on our plan for the day. While not in my custody, Jordan still manages the charade of human student and ladies man, which I partly allowed in order to have better access for potential specimens. This delayed the full transformation of Jordan, but such would prove fruitful as we progressed.

As for me, I take the form of what some call Daniel or Slim, a fairly attractive young adult. This initial disguise is what first led me to Jordan, and it was a very effective mask. As my Jordan helped me further blend in his charade, classes and all, we had identified two potential sons and planned to slowly transform them in the same way I did with Jordan. We could always abduct and rape them till they got the message, but that wouldn't work as smoothly.

The fools in question were a misleading set of males. Jordan stalked one while I stalked the other. One of these has a buzzcut that almost seems like a shaved head, light olive skin, well defined muscles. The guy dressed in a popular manner and girls would chase him. The other fool had a similar demeanor, his skin was lighter and just slightly less defined, and his eyes green. The young man whose identity I stole and Jordan both had the same trend and style. That kind of imitation the humans play with, copying and mimicking others with the best ideas, it just seemed ridiculous to me. Nonetheless, the specimens would be great additions to my brood.

Their puny human psyche would be quickly transformed just like their bodies once my seed gets into them. If there was anything noteworthy bout those two, it's the fact that they only pretended to be heterosexual, playing along with their society. In a few instances, they have shown visible signs of preferring males. Such details weren't of much importance, but it would make the approach more interesting. Ultimately, we'd slowly introduce them into our mindset before going for the full procedure. I'd still have to do much of the work, since Jordan is barely blooming. It'd be enough to get the fools a good taste.

Each boy participated in a different class period of the same sport. Such classes were quite pleasing to the eyes, where males engage in high impact performances that better accentuate their wonderful bodies. Their consensual fraternity was arousing and disquieting. Maybe one day I could just turn them all into demons with little trouble, but for the moment I was still just experimenting and subtlety was very important.

Their mission consisted of escorting a ball into a hoop, repeated ad nauseum, and success is declared for the platoon with the most repetitions. Simple enough. The technique was not difficult to mimic, and even being a demon I could enjoy its simplicity. But mostly all that blasted my mind was the sight of potential and their delicious musk. I had been participating in this ball-hoop campaign for approximately a month, and it was the only class I chose to be part of, at least for now.

Jordan proves to be invaluable in that part, making sure that the human infrastructure does not expose us.

***

• "I am not going to sit around, looking like a weak human doing nothing." - I discussed this matter with Jordan earlier in the month.

• "You're not going to have to, daddy. - He smiled at me.

• "Oh?" - I was truly surprised to hear that.

• "I know you've been wanting to hang out in college with me and no strings attached, and I got you just that. - He seemed giddy.

If he had his tail, it would've been wagging.

• "Well, how? -

• "I have been doing sexual favors to one of the guys that deals with student info, and he'll do whatever I say." -

• "Good job, boy. You're learning quickly." -

The details of that scrutiny were meaningless to me. I got to do whatever I wanted, just like it should be.

***

The best part truly was the debriefing, when all the young males entered a shower room and socialized as they cleaned their naked bodies. It was as enjoyable as an art gallery. Not all of them were worthy of my glance, but that didn't matter much.

My target's name was Pele, as I came to learn only last week. The guy's coarse, like his colleagues. and working within that roughness was truly a challenge. Whether he likes men or not, it was truly hard to tell if his attitude was a ruse or his actual personality. Whatever is going on with that guy, I will find out today...

• "Good shot, man." - I heard Pele tell me as we went into the showers for debriefing.

It was my move that won the mission for the "Shirts" platoon. It was a "dunk" , if I recall correctly.

• "I'm the best, G." - I boasted, using my disguises "swagger".

• "Whatever you say, Slim." - Pele snorted with dismissal.

We all proceeded, shedding the light clothing and moving under the showers. It was segmented in open cubicles with curtains; in order to actually see anyone, you'd have to explicitly look behind you and hope they had the curtain off. It was better that way, because I could concentrate. I could take care of my built arousal without irritating any humans.

Truly, isn't their way of thinking the most irritating thing imaginable...? No matter. I could smell him behind me. Pele had chosen the cubicle at the end of the room, the one aligned to mine. I never use the curtain, and neither did Pele apparently.

The fool liked the admiration from other males, it aroused him. He had a kick out of claiming that the others are gay just because they stare at his great body and big tool. He loves teasing females to death, but they do not arouse him. He may fool some, but not me. I turned. While usually I only face the showerhead, this situation was different. There Pele was, staring back at me with fierce eyes. That look told me that he would make a great demon.

With the soap in hand, I subconsciously lathered up. I had my typical shower erection, which was very appropriate for the moment. It throbbed hotly, and I gently stroked it. I was in no hurry, I do like charades, after all. Pele, in turn, was very explicit in his soaping up. He accentuated his bulging muscles by sliding his soaped hand along their curves, covering then in white lather. Slowly they descended to his dick, which hung even lower than mine. He slowly teased it for me, and it rose diligently, hard, thick and juicy. And he just stroked its length as the other hand rinsed him.

Once the lather was gone from his body, he gave his back to me. Within a few unseen strokes he looked at the ceiling for a moment. After a pause and a sigh, he turns his head towards me, finding that I hadn't stopped looking. Pele turns the shower off and struts to his locker, snorting at me after a once-over with his fierce eyes. I showed no emotion or reaction, but I was pleased.

...

I had concluded cleaning up the human body and idly shuffled through clothing. I only waited for Pele in the locker room.

• "Hey." - He approached a minute later, and I pretended to ignore him.

• "Hey!" - He raises his deep tone and flings a towel at my back.

The one he was using, so full of his scent.

I turned and sat on the bench behind me, naked as he was.

• "What the fuck were you staring at back there for?" - He sounded outraged, but surely it wasn't true indignation; only part of his game.

We were the last ones in the room, conveniently.

• "You were jerking off at my image, asshole. I'm the one who should be asking what was going on." - I played along.

• "Fuck you. I should've known you were a faggot." - He growled.

• "Then why did you keep looking, bitch?" -

• "I do whatever the fuck I want, and I was looking that way first." - He was almost snarling.

• "And why did you even stay if it bothered you?" -

• "I need to beat your gay ass." - He thrusted an accusing finger at me.

Bingo.

• "You want my cock." - I grinned.

• "Fuck you." - He said one thing but his eyes told another.

• "Look, pussy. Eat my fucking cock." - I growled, grabbing my hardened dick.

• "Fucking faggot." - He sighed with resolve, and pounced at my loins.

Instantly he was sucking my big dick like a wild animal, and I held on his head like reins. He moaned and held tight, and I could barely keep my balance on the bench. Pele had cock before, certainly, and he was madly loving mine.

• "Mmmm..." - He moaned around its girth.

Gripping my hip with one hand and the cockbase with the other, he sucked and tasted and sucked some more... until I was moaning myself, spilling my seed into his mouth. A pair of shots later, I was spent, and Pele slowly ceased to nurse my meat, leaving it clean and slick.

• "Who's the faggot, again?" - I teased with a grin drawn on my disguised face.

Pele just straightened his position, as did I, and wiped some drool from his mouth.

• "Shut the fuck up." - Pele grunted, vaguely trying to regain his composure.

No need to influence this one like with Jordan, a simple mind game will do.

• "You liked it. You love cock." - I stated.

• "Don't you tell anyone bout this. I'll fuck your ass up." - He said as he strutted to leave, pointing and looking at me menacingly.

• "Where the hell are you going?" - I stood and grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to turn.

Then my mouth found his and we kissed. Pele had a quick injection of anger, but it subsided, and he let passion fill instead. He slipped and maneuvered his tongue without me expecting so, and he held us together. I could feel his semi-hardon. He moaned, and I moaned, then he took a big whiff of air. As if winding a coil and letting go, a punch connected with my jaw.

Well, that was unexpected.

• "Hurgh!" - Pain exited as sounds, involuntarily.

Blood was spilled, drops of it hitting the tiling. My jaw cracked from the impact, and it was painful.

Pele just looked jumpy, fist still closed.

We let a pause of silence fill in. I couldn't be angry at him. Instead, I was further fascinated. But he had to learn not to punch me.

...

• "Gaaagh!" - That was his reaction, the result of my backfist knocking his face sideways.

• "Shit." - He stumbled.

There was drops of his blood on my fist, I waited for him to look my way and licked off the blood.

• "Asshole." - I growled in my disguised voice.

• "I had it coming... fuck, you punch hard." - He complained, rubbing his jaw.

I just held mine tightly for a few seconds.

• "Why the fuck did you punch me for?" - I asked.

• "You caught me offbase, G. No one has the balls to do that." - He slightly softened his tone.

• "I guess I'm quite ballsy." - "I chuckled.

• "Damn right." - He agreed.

• "You like dicks." - I said as fact, for the nth time.

It's more fun if he confesses. Heheh.

• "Wrong." - He blurted.

• "I know some dudes that like dick but not guys. I'm a full-on fag. Always have been." - He sighed.

Pele was terrified to open up his fortress.

• "Well, why all the fucking fake-ass hypocrisy?" - I said.

Using that jargon was exasperating, but it had an air of dominance to its madness. Not too bad.

• "Fuck you. This who I am. I'm gay, and no one has to know except those I plan to fuck with for a long time." -

Ho. A praise, a declaration and a warning in one short sentence.

• "I know what you're saying." -

• "I can't stand girly fags, and I don't do romantic shit. But I don't fuck just to fuck. I rather jerk off." - He continued to spill

information.

I just nodded.

• "You've had dick before." - It was fun to repeat.

• "I've only had a fuck buddy before, an older mofo. I hate women, and I hate drama." - He explained.

• "Just one?" -

• "Fucking one. He got killed in a shooting. All that's out there is drama filled cumdumpsters." -

• "Shit..." - I tried to express sadness.

• "Meh..." - He shrugged.

• "I'm impossible to handle. And I like it that way." - He crossed his arms, sighing once more.

• "I can handle your whiny ass." - I told him with a grimace.

He just stared at me for a second, then he gripped my neck, forcing me to stand...

This guy's a handful.

• "Can you, mofo?" - He remarked.

A punch to his gut was my reaction. He releases me and pulls back, tightening his ab muscles to take the punch.

• "Try me." - I grinned at him.

• "Heheh, alright then." - He grabbed my flaccid dick and pulled me with it.

• "I want to see you tomorrow as soon as possible, and you'll stick with me like a dog. Then I'll take you home for the weekend and fuck

'til the next workday. That's 48 hours, you know. Then we'll see what happens..." - When he finished, he released my cock, and I nodded

with a grin.

Good to know his plans were the same as mine.

...

We got dressed in that same ridiculous attire, and left gym soon after. Pele was tasked with cleaning and closing the enclave, which explains why we were conveniently alone. Now, late in the afternoon, I awaited for Jordan to pick me up, to go home and feed my boy some more of my seed.

***

We got to the lair in an hour, and night was edging closer. We went straight to his bedroom, got rid of unnecessary clothing and I turned back to my incubus form, where I was most comfortable. We laid on the bed, Jordan resting his back against me, excited as ever.

• "Ricky really bought it when I told him that we have Pele." - The other target's name was Ricky.

He participated in the same class but at a different period.

• "well, we don't have him yet." - I told him.

• "Heh, I'm sure it won't take too long." - Jordan was confident.

• "Tell me boy, how exactly did that go?" - I wondered.

• "You want a play by play? Ok then." - The boy was giddy.

***

The period where this Ricky takes the class is during midday. Jordan cut to the chase and explained to me how he persuaded the fool. Once class was over, Ricky decided to practice free throws, and Jordan stayed. Even as everybody else left for lunch, only those two remained in the gym.

• "Watch this." - Ricky told Jordan at one point, smiling with confidence.

The boy ran from the center to the hoop and jumped for a successful, high impact dunk.

• "Haha!" - Ricky laughed as he hung on the hoop for a few seconds, and Jordan cheered.

• "You're going to kick ass, man." - He told Ricky.

• "Let's hit the showers." - Ricky said as he wiped some sweat from his forehead with a rag.

...

Once undressed and in the showers, the two guys took their time with the cleaning ritual.

• "You've seen Pele play?" - Ricky asked, standing on the shower opposite of Jordan.

Neither bothered with the curtain.

• "Yeah! He's on the last class, though." - Jordan commented.

• "Kind of sucky. I wish we could be in the same period." - Ricky sighed.

• "Pele's kind of an asshole, though." - Jordan added.

• "Yeah, but maybe that's just a front." - Ricky said.

• "And hey, J. What's with the hairy patches? Not that they look bad, heheheh." - He then wondered.

• "Ah, my fur?" - Jordan was amused.

• "Haha, yeah! You turning into a bear or something?" - Ricky glanced Jordan's way.

• "More or less." - Jordan chuckled, returning the glance.

• "Oh, shit man! Like one of those hairy ass gay dudes?" - Ricky was laughing loudly, hardly concentrating on cleaning.

• "Maybe! - Jordan shared the amusement.

• "well, whatever you're doing, its working. You should give me some." - Ricky concluded.

Jordan just exited his shower after turning it off, and stood before Ricky, leaning on one of the walls.

• "Well, you really want some?" - Jordan asked.

• "Yeah. I noticed you've gotten bigger. Will I get hairy too?" - Ricky mentioned as he turned to face Jordan.

• "Probably." - Jordan grinned.

• "Shit... that sounds swell." - Ricky commented, looking at Jordan's semi-hard penis.

• "I have some right here, you know." - Jordan waggled his piece to Jordan's staring eyes.

• "No kidding..." - Ricky finished rinsing and grabbed both his and Jordan's dick, aligning them upward for comparison.

• "Big cock... great cock, man." - Ricky looked at Jordan, keeping their slowly hardening dicks together.

• "Come on, Ricky, suck it. - Jordan urged.

The boy bent down, both still pelted by the shower water. Never letting go of Jordan's tool, he slowly inserted the wet piece in his mouth, as much as he could. Jordan nudged him closer to the tiled wall, and supports himself against it, looking down on Ricky. Jordan's partner tries to get a rhythm going, nursing the cock at a fair pace. As they continued, Jordan places a hand behind Ricky's neck and begins to thrust into the boy's mouth. Ricky complains a bit at the sudden movement, but does his best to keep the pumping meat in his mouth. with enough time, Jordan was moaning and his orgasm blasted soon after, filling Ricky's mouth with three good loads. The boy swallowed the strong semen, and slowly stood to face Jordan.

• "shit... your cock's great..." - He sighed pleasedly, absentmindedly stroking his own hard dick.

• "well, I have to go." - Jordan said, moving to the locker room.

• "wait! we'll... keep doing this... right?" - Ricky wondered shyly.

• "Yeah. Maybe you can come to my place next tuesday, so I can show you for real. Pele's going to be there." - Jordan mentioned.

• "Oh shit... Pele?! For real? I'm so going to be there." - Ricky got all excited.

***

Once he finished with the detailed summary, I squeezed him gently. All that was left was to fuck my boy and cum inside him, many times until dawn.

• "Very nice. - "I praised.

• "Very easy too." - Jordan giggled.

• "Well, get in position. Time to fill you some more, boy." - I urged Jordan.

He rested his front on the bed, leaning up slightly. I slapped his round ass and hastedly penetrated it, all to just pump into it like a jackhammer all night.

• "Oh daddy!" -

***

The next day came; I fed Jordan in the morning, then we departed to his college. Mundanity followed, but I mainly wandered the gym. My class period couldn't arrive any sooner.

Eventually, it was time, and Pele arrived early. He had a black sleeveless shirt with a skull design and skinny dark jeans.

• "Fuck, I have to tell you something, Slim." - Pele gave my disguised self a rough hug, which I mimicked.

• "Tell me what?" - I wondered.

• "Your cum, man. It tasted great. It's the shit. And I dreamt of you last night. My sheets had cum all over when I woke up." - Pele expressed joyously as he escorted me into the gym.

• "That was the point." - I told him.

• "Fuck you." - He said with a smile and a tone of disbelief.

• "I won't say anything, then." - I chuckled.

• "I'm going to fuck your ass all night, g." - Pele smashed my right asscheek with an open palm and gripped.

• "We should do that at my place for that." - I suggested.

• "Fuck no. I already told you how its going to go down." - He growled.

• "Then you can just fuck yourself." - I dismissed him, chuckling to myself.

• "Why your crib, anyway?" - He asked.

• "Cause my ass is going to be there." - Easy answer.

• "Fine, but you'll get that fucking ass to my place for an extra day, then." - He snorted.

• "Whatever." -

That was amusing.

...

After that, the chatter was mundane, at least during the ball-hoop mission. Debriefing came an hour and a half later, and I just continued the ploy like all the other times, following the group for a post mission cleansing. Once in my usual spot with the shower on, Pele wasted no time in approaching me.

• "Wash me." - He requested in that voice of his, pressing his hard cock against my back.

• "Fuck you." - I said simply.

• "You haven't stopped ogling my ass." - I added as a fact.

• "Nah. Its my property, gotta keep my eye on it." - He chuckled.

• "Save that hardon for later and go clean your filthy ass." - I told him, never turning from my position.

His property? So foolishly adamant.

• "I'll break your ass." - He had to have the last word.

...

Once we washed and dried and exited the gym, Pele obediently took me to Jordan's house in his red car. Apparently he had been there before. Along the way, he constantly rambled with coarse, lewd comments that I had to riposte with similar roughness.

Several minutes later we arrive at the house, finally.

• "Lead the way." - Pele told me with a smirk once we were out the vehicle.

Suddenly my ass was grasped, and I looked at him.

• "What? I'm not letting go. Now, move." - He commanded.

• "Fucker." - I muttered as I led him to the bedroom.

• "Pretty fucking good." - Pele commented after examining the room.

• "Eh." - I shrugged and sat on the bed.

• "Shit... I'm so horny." - Pele growled as he took of his sleeveless shirt.

I chuckled and followed suit. Shortly after he was completely naked with a raging erection, and so was I.

• "Mmm... fucking hot." - He licked his lips and tightly held his penis as he stared at me.

• "True dat." - I agreed.

• "Come on. Give me that ass." - He growled as he got on top of me.

Pele tried to wrestle me down and expose my ass, but he gravely underestimated me.

With a quick motion, we rolled to the side, and he was helpless under me, like he should be.

• "Fuck yeah... strong." - Pele blurted.

• "You're not the alpha dog here." - I assured.

• "Fuck you." - He dismissed the fact and lunged for a sloppy kiss that we held for minutes.

...

• "I have the bigger cock, bitch." - He boasted.

The constant dominance tug-of-war was fun, but I had to teach him his place.

With concentration, the human body I wore slowly swelled and changed. My body vibrated and expanded, right over Pele.

• "What the fuck's happening to you?" - He exclaimed.

A minute later, there was no Slim or Daniel any longer. Only my true demonic self. Only Dino.

• "I'm not really Daniel, and I'm not human. You may call me father." - I looked down on him, my true sized body covering most of Pele.

• "What the fucking hell?!" - He looked scared.

Good.

Leaning up a bit, I shifted and spread Pele's legs to better access him. With a thrust, my demon cock buries into Pele a quarter of its length.

• "Ah! Shit!" - Pele was in pain. Sweet pain.

• "You'll start enjoying it pretty soon." - I assured him, pushing into Pele's tight rectum slowly.

His body could barely assimilate the process, and Pele constantly cursed between whines.

• "Tell me. Who has the bigger cock?" - I teased once my phallus was fully inside him.

• "Y-you... fuck you. Oh, fuck." - Pele muttered.

Then I proceeded to pump into Pele, rough and hard.

• "Fffuuu...!" - Pele would cry.

His body wrapped my penis neatly, and each deep reaching thrust was quite pleasurable. The boy only squirmed and moaned and cursed under my herculean form, since he clearly wasn't used to a proper fucking. His erection bobbed with the impact of my thrusting, faster and faster. Soon, his insides were getting lubricated by precum, and the pumping flowed more smoothly. I was fully concentrated, absorbing energy and pleasure, building up the orgasm to feed Pele.

...

• "Oh hey! Daddy's here!" - I suddenly heard Jordan's excitement, and slowed down my fucking. The orgasm was only halfway there.

• "Oh shit... he's fucking Pele... so hot." - Ricky was brought along.

As it seemed, the apparent change of plans worked for the best.

• "Come, boys. Join us. Would you like Ricky and Jordan to join us, Pele?" - I urged, then asked my intercourse victim, not stopping the pumping hips.

• "Yeah... oh fuck." - Pele said in his haze.

The other two boys happily got rid of their meaningless clothing and pondered their positions.

• "Ricky, kneel over Pele's face and suck on daddy's nipples while I fuck you. I think Pele can suck your dick from that position." - Jordan quickly, and Ricky did so without much thought. I leaned up as my cock kept fucking Pele, and Ricky spread his legs around Pele's head as Ricky's was just an inch above.

• "Daddy?" - Ricky asked me with puzzlement.

• "Yeah. Let daddy feed you." - I said, gently nudging his head toward my left pectoral.

Using one hand for support, Ricky bent forward and unquestioningly savored my chest as his mouth searched for my nipple. His other hand mindlessly fed his semi-hard penis to an entranced Pele, who was still blasted by my penis. Jordan in turn accommodated behind Ricky and skillfully aligned his dick to the other boy's asshole. A moment later Ricky got impaled by my Jordan, letting a loud moan out.

• "That's it." - I praised the three boys as our impromptu orgy began to hasten and intensify.

...

The small room fascinatingly filled with the cacophony of our sexual sounds and the otherworldly mixture of musks. Each boy blissfully enjoyed the different textures of ecstasy from their different positions. And Pele, being preemptively fucked by me, was the first to cum, without directly stimulating his penis. As his spurts covered both me and Ricky, my own body surrendered to orgasm. My demonic seed quickly flooded Pele and spilled from my stimulated nipples, which fed Ricky as well. Over a pair of minutes I had churned out several loads that both Ricky and Pele absorbed with delight. And a few more minutes later, Jordan pulls out his penis from Ricky, and Ricky pops out his own from Pele's mouth. Both boys come with only seconds of difference, and absolute satisfaction washes over us all. Jordan's spurts covered Ricky's back, and Ricky's shots stuck to my chest and shoulder.

***

The three boys fell asleep very quickly, doing their best to cuddle each other and me. so far, so good. I had three sons, and my brood would grow exponentially as each child helps me with my goal. My only fear is the possible fondness that can form. It may prove to be an Achilles Heel in the future. But for now, I shall only rest.