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The Chameleon Crystal Caper

“Johann! Johaaaaaaaannnn!”

“Haaaah... I'm coming, mother...”

She always gets like this during one of these nights. The shuffling of feet from side to side, the constant barking of orders, the sounds which thumb and bleed through their opulent walls. Compared to the relative silence their manor usually had, these nights were always the most... testing.

Again and again and again, his hand stroked down the tie he was wearing. From afar, he was an unassuming young man... tsk... even calling him a 'young man' may be bit of a stretch. In the eyes of many – even in his own eyes – he was still but a boy. So, to repeat, from afar, he was an unassuming boy. His hair ginger and cut in a bowl, his cheeks dotted with freckles, his blue eyes resting behind a pair of glasses, all with that indifferent and even annoyed expression of his, made for a shrewd businessman more than it did a boy his age.

Then again, he was Goethe, so calling him a 'shrewd businessman' wasn't too off the mark, considering the size of his family's business.

His name was Johann. Specifically, Johann_es_, though everyone just called him Johann for short. His eighteenth birthday was two weeks ago, a day he spent alone. His mother did not spend that day with him. Why? Because she was busy planning what was going on downstairs.

And she fully expected her beloved son to join her, right? Ugghhh...

He sat alone in his bedroom, preening himself before his mirror. His body was adorned in a shimmering silver suit, one which reflected the lights from all around. It was an outfit that could easily put a person out of house and home, yet his mother quickly splurged during the lead up to tonight's events. Despite his indifference to her and her plights, he still had a role to play. How would it look if the son of Goethe Enterprises' CEO did not show up to her own unveiling? It probably wouldn't look too good, would it?

Still, it took Johann several moments to pull himself away from his vanity mirror. With his mother's earlier cry still ringing in his ears, he began the slow and begrudged trek towards his massive bedroom's doors. And even though he knew this was his mind playing tricks on him, he still felt as if the closer he came to the doors, the louder the festivities grew.

Step... by frustrating step...

Grasping the knob, he twisted it, turned it, then opened the door where--

“Nngghh...!”

The sound of music and people talking quickly flooded into his ears. You wouldn't think it if you merely stared down the halls, for up here they were all empty. But as he traveled deeper and deeper down the corridors of his estate, the louder and louder these sounds became. And upon arriving at the lobby of his home, he rounded the corner to see...

People! Dozens upon dozens of people! Human and beastkin alike! They mixed, they mingled, they spoke, but most importantly, they partied. As legends go, you haven't partied until you've gone to a Goethe party. If only those legends weren't full blown. Being a Goethe himself, Johann's been to plenty, and they're all so loud, brash, and... annoying.

“Oh! Johann! There you are!” came a familiar voice, causing his head to drop.

When she called out to him, he almost instantly felt a cold chill run down his spine. He still hadn't forgiven this woman for disregarding his birthday. And now he was expected to play the role of a loving son, and indulge in her desires. On one hand, he was an adult now, wasn't he? If there was ever a time to stand up to this woman, it was now. On the other hand, it was hard for him to be too mad when he's already experienced this feeling for the past several years.

So he did what he always did. He sucked in air through his nose, puffed up his chest, pulled up his head, and smiled.

“Hello, Mother!” said Johann, this beaming expression on his face as he looked at the woman before her.

Like two sides of the same coin, these two were. A woman, mature and sleek, long ginger hair tied in an elegant, freckles on her cheeks, but contacts in her blue eyes. And that's not getting into all the gaudy make-up she had on her face. She exuded an air of avarice and arrogance, one that was impossible not to notice. If someone's own haughtiness could choke you through shear force alone, then this woman would be a mass-murderer.

“There you are, Johann!” said his mother as a smile spread out over her lips, “I was fearing you would stay cooped up in your bedroom all night long! I certainly couldn't let that happen.”

Tch... you make it sound like I have much of a choice, is what Johann wanted to say. Instead, he said what his mother wanted to hear.

“Of course, Mother! I couldn't possibly miss out one of your parties! All of your business partners will be here, as well as their business partners, and their business partners' business partners! And it already appears like...” he looked over towards all the people below, “They are having such a fun time at the manor! I'm sure our servants will have so much fun cleaning up after everyone!”

“Oh, I'm sure they will!” his mother replied... without an ounce of sarcasm. She truly believed their servants would enjoy cleaning up after all of her business partners were done making a mess of the manor, “But just because or workers have a lot on their plate, does not mean you are allowed to laze about yourself! Now go! Shoo, shoo! Mingle with everyone! Show them why working with Goethe Enterprises is in their best efforts! You are a future CEO after all!”

“Uh-huh... yeah...”

“Hm? What was that?”

“I said of course, Mother! I'll get down there and start speaking with the others right away!”

“Ohohohohohohoho! You're such a diligent son, Johann!”

He turned around, facing the stairs behind him where his face quickly formed a frown of frustration. If it wasn't clear before, it was now; his mother truly lived in her own world. Her arrogance had crafted a reality for her where she was free from any flaw, any blemish! He truly wondered how his grandfather dealt with her for all of these years. Then he remembered that his grandfather was just as arrogant as she was! With that in mind, is it any wonder that his parents got a divorce? Probably not.

Now, I know what you're thinking. 'Boo-hoo, everyone feel sorry for the rich kid cuz his mother's a bitch. He'll have to dry his tears with his stacks of hundred dollar bills'. Firstly, no, he doesn't dry his tears with hundred dollar bills, he dries his tears with thousand dollar bills. Get it right. Secondly, and more importantly, this was nothing new to him. He was used to living in his own little world, one where he was a mere player in his mother's life. His fate had been decided for him the moment he was conceived. He was Johannes Goethe, and one day, he will be CEO of Goethe Enterprises; whether he wanted to or not.

Though to be honest, if he had to choose between being rich and depressed, and being broke and depressed, he'd choose being rich any day.

Slowly Johann traveled down the staircase, putting on a forced face of enthusiasm for his mother's guests. It would never last too long. The moment he left the eyes of others, he'd frown and appear disinterested, if not outright show outright contempt for his surroundings. But, again, he was really good at hiding this side of him, for the moment someone spoke to the young man--

“Hello, Johann!”

“Hello, Mr. Fritz!”

“Guten Abend, Johannes.”

“Guten Abend, Miss Tepes.”

“Heya, Johann!”

“Heya, Mr. Coil.”

He'd put on that face of enthusiasm again. Giving a beaming smile, he'd speak with such sweetness, such kindness, that you'd swear he wanted this party as much as his mother did! But, again, the moment he left the eyes of others, his frown and disillusion would return. He had long since mastered the art of wearing two faces. No wonder he was his mother's son.

The Goethe estate was a grand place, one that has played home and host to generation after generation of Goethes. So much so, that it was virtually impossible to stand foot in an area of his home, and not be seeped with history. Even now in the modern century, there were objects and items dating back multiple generations. As far back as to when the estate was first founded in the early 1950s. And nowhere was that more obvious than right here.

Johann came to a stop and looked over, his eyes rounding the corner as he came to a large room. Even here there were dozens of people standing around, drinking, talking, listening to music, while among them stood objects in glass cases. Not only did the Goethe estate have everything any normal person could ever hope to want, whether it be cutting edge technology like the smartest of the smart TVs, every game console ever, a backyard that was straight out of paradise, or even a kitchen from the future, but the manor also had this; a museum.

Now, calling it a full on 'museum' may be a bit of a misnomer. It may be more accurate to call this chamber a shrine dedicated to one family's continued arrogance. Yeah, that's better! This room was adorned with items and trinkets that were important to the Goethe family, plenty of which dating back to the earliest 20th century. There was old war memorabilia, old photos of long since dead people, and more than a few items no doubt stolen from others throughout the centuries.

Oh, sorry, not stolen, but instead 'graciously donated'. That's a very important distinction to make.

Despite living in this estate, and therefor seeing this museum almost every day since he was born, Johann had a soft spot for this area of his home. It was one of the few places that gave him solace, aside form his bedroom and the family library. Many a times he'd spend his youth bounding around this room, imagining epic adventures as he marveled at his family's accomplishments. And while his temperament may have grown jaded throughout the years, his enthusiasm for the arts and history had not. If anything, they had grown, as he found them to be a little escape from the foibles of life.

But nothing in this room commanded as much attention as the casing in the heart of it. Laying within was an item so old, so priceless, that it demanded the respect of all those around, and required three-times as much security when compared to the other items. Everything else was important only to the Goethe family. But this display? Oooooh, it was rich enough to make one's entire fortune!

In the center of a museum, raised higher than all the other displays, was a perfectly cut crystal. And by 'perfect', I certainly do mean perfect. It was a crystal seemingly sliced by the divine hands of a god, giving it this perfect diamond shape that was impossible to obtain with all by either the smallest of rocks... or the cheapest. And this crystal? Oh, it was anything but 'cheap'.

The 'Chameleon Crystal', said the display before Johann. Looking at the diamond before him, he saw that it seemed to shine and shimmer a variety of colors. From this angle it looked as blue as the ocean on a cloudless day. But from another angle, it looked as green as the fields overlooking the city of Belmond. Or perhaps from another angle, it looked more golden than bars sitting in a country's national reserves. Putting it lightly, the name 'Chameleon Crystal' wasn't just for show. For like the animal it was named after, this diamond wasn't just one color, but many.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” came a voice from behind, making Johann stiffen up.

“Yes it is,” he replied, a genuine smile appearing on his lips, “It's a very beautiful crystal. My family's pride and joy. It's a... w-wait...” looking down, he realized he didn't recognize this voice, “Beg pardon...?”

Johann turned, facing the mysterious voice that spoke to him... and his eyes grew wide.

She stood tall behind him. A woman... a beastkin... a jackal. Her body was layered in fur that was a golden-brown, which shimmered in the light of the museum. It coated and covered a curvaceous figure, one that loomed over Johann by a good foot or two.

Not only was she a woman, but she was a mature one at that, being more than ten years older than him, though still younger than his mother. Was she in her late twenties, or her early thirties? Regardless, Johann found her to be... remarkable. Maybe it was because of that height which towered over his. Or perhaps it was because of her face, with her long and pointed snout that was so elegant and sleek. Maybe it was her jet-black hair, which was tamed in this regal bun at the back, while curly bangs hung over the right side of her face in a cool veil. Not to mention the golden clips which hung on the fringes of her hair, or the gold rings in her tall ears, both of which added a touch of divinity to an already divine woman.

Like everyone at the estate, she was dressed for the party in question, wearing this sleek gilded dress. It clung to her body like a second layer of skin, flaunting the curves of her bust and hips, as well as her trim waistline. The side of it was split, flaunting her leg, the thigh-high stockings she wore, as well as the high-heels on her feet. And that's not getting into the deep, plunging view of her cleavage, as her dress seemed to flaunt her bountiful bosom in its entirety.

But all of this paled in comparison to this woman's eyes... her deep... enthralling... majestic... purple eyes. They looked down upon Johann with a faint glow behind them, while her gold-colored lips curled into a fetching smile. Throughout the evening, he had either worn a face of disgust, or one of forced exuberance. But now, Johann felt flustered. It even showed on his cheeks as they turned red, and his mouth gaped slightly.

But then he turned away, even rubbing the back of his head in a sheepish manner. Just a vain attempt to dispel the embarrassment he was feeling.

“G-good evening, madam,” Johann said as he regained a modicum of control over himself, “A-apologies, I didn't see you coming in behind me. N-nor do I know your name...” he raised an eyebrow, “Are you an acquaintance of my mother's?”

“Ufufufufufu... not exactly,” replied the jackal as she took a sip from her wine cup, “I was invited by another guest, one who is no doubt a friend of your mother. Bumping shoulders with all of these rich socialites...” she looked left and right, “Quite a riot of a time, wouldn't you agree? Oh... ufufufufufufu! Where are my manners?” she extended her hand, “My name is Nesica. Nesica Tyne. And you...?” she raised an eyebrow, “You are Johannes von Goethe, are you not?”

“I... am...” he replied as he grabbed her hand, shaking giving her a firm handshake.

“Such luck. To run into Johannes himself in this party,” said the woman – Nesica – as her smile shifting into this alluring smirk, “I truly am fortunate to have a chance encounter with someone as distinguished as yourself.”

“Hm? Me? Distinguished?” he replied before shaking his head, “No... I think you've misspoken. I haven't even done anything yet... ah...” in an attempt to save face, he turned to face the Chameleon Crystal once again, “I'm just down here mingling with the guests. I'm only reaching the people my mother can not.”

“Ufufufufufu! Then it truly is fortunate for us to run into one another,” Nesica stated, “With all these people running around, I happen to run into the future owner of Goethe Enterprises. Ufufufu... you may not think yourself distinguished, but I'd disagree.”

Closing his eyes, Johann pouted at the woman. Not because he found her to be as vapid as everyone else, but because her words and tone was actually getting to him. It was weird. There was something slightly flirtatious about her manner of speaking, and it made his body warm. Him turning away and saving face, was merely his attempts to hide the blush that had formed on his cheeks. It wasn't working.

“So... this is the Chameleon Crystal?” said Nesica, snapping his attentions away from the attractive jackal beside him, “Quite the marvelous diamond. I'm in awe... I'm almost speechless. It looks far more beautiful up close than it does on the page of some picture.”

“Well... it is my family's crowning jewel,” Johann stated, “It was found in Africa by my great-great-grandfather, Hans Goethe, during World War II. My family have kept it safe ever sense.”

“'Found' by your great-great-grandfather?” repeated Nesica, “You don't mean stolen from the desert nation of Kabala by your great-great-grandfather? Because I believe that's what really happened.”

To some, Nesica's words may be seen as derision. She was outright calling his ancestor a thief, one who stole his family's price possession from a nation that no longer exists! But Johann didn't frown or snarl at the jackal. He chuckled.

“Heh... heh heh... yes, that sounds about right,” he said as he looked at Nesica with a smile on his lips, “The Chameleon Crystal was stolen from the nation of Kabala. Buuuut, my mother hates it when I imply that we may have men of questionable morals in our family's bloodline. Thieving war criminals are just some of them,” turning around to face Nesica, he smiled at her more as he cocked his head, “You know your history, Ms. Tyne.”

“Ufufufufu... it comes with the territory,” she replied, “I teach history at both Bellgrove University, and Bellview Academy. The past is my passion, for only by learning where we come from, can we know where we're going.”

“You teach at both Bellgrove University and Bellview Academy?” Johann remarked, “Wow... I'm quite jealous of your students. Having such a dedicated teacher as you to lead them... I doubt you've ever had to fail anyone in your life. I couldn't imagine ignoring a woman of your caliber.”

“My, my, Mr. Goethe... are you attempting to flirt?”

“Glkt...? I uh... um...”

The answer was yes. In some not so subtle way, that was Johann's attempts at flirting. The thing is, he didn't even know he was flirting! He just let the words leave his tongue, saying what came to mind first. And now that he sat here and actually analyzed his words, he realized they came off as being flirtatious. And not only was he trying to be flirtatious, he was honestly doing a bad job of it! Like, the best he could come up with was saying her students must always pay attention to her? How'd he come up with that!? He should've said something more... saucy if he was trying to flirt!

But for as embarrassed as his antics made him be, Nesica didn't seem to agree. She smiled at him, giggled too in this womanly and regal manner. The sound of her laughter made Johann look back at her, where he was once again captured in her purple eyes.

“You are a lovely young man, Mr. Goethe,” said Nesica, “I find your words as being so... charming.”

“Ch-charming...?” he repeated, before swallowing his spit and shaking his head, “N-no... d-don't... don't call me 'Mr. Goethe'. Please, call me--”

“Joohaaaann! Joooooohaaaaaaaannnn!”

“M-Mother!?”

The sound of his name being called, caused Johann to look away from Nesica and face the entrance to the museum. There he saw his mother, holding hands with one of her business partners as this insipid smile spread out over her make-up laden face. Seeing her almost immediately made her son tense up, as whatever good emotions he was feeling were quickly replaced with disdain and contempt. But, again, he hid it well, even as his mother walked forward to introduce him to someone he didn't really care to know.

But before she could arrive, he turned over to his right to once again face Nesica. Only...

“Wh-what the...?”

She was gone. The spot next to him was empty, and slowly filled in by any number of party goers. Confused and bewildered, Johann walked backwards and looked around, searching for the mysterious jackal he was just holding a conversation with, but he couldn't find her. Where had she gone in such a short amount of time?

“I've finally found you, Johann,” said his mother, snapping his attentions back to her, “This here is Mr. Morris of Morris Hotels! Come and introduce yourself.”

“R-right...” Johann said as he put on a smile, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Morris!”

…

So that's that, eh? He goes down and mingles with a bunch of vapid, rich idiots – one of which being his mother – for multiple hours throughout the night? Yeah, that's it. In moments like these, he was a lot like the displays in his family's museum; just another trophy to be propped up and shown to others as a monument to his family's greatness. Would he be doing the same thing in the next ten or so years? Maybe...

But, hey, at least it was over now. After hours of pointless conversations with a bunch of people he probably won't see again over the course of the year, his home was finally in the state he preferred it to be; shear silence.

His hand resting on the guardrail of his spiraling staircase, Johann looked over towards the now empty halls of his estate. Here, there, everywhere, were littered the signs of the evening's party. Discarded items on the floor, trash haphazardly dropped, not to mention all of that confetti and glitter his mother had thrown everywhere. What? Was she trying to be the modern Jay Gatsby? So messy, and so annoying.

Fixing the glasses on his face as he slowly made his way down to the lobby, Johann's gaze shifted towards the open doors of his home. Through it, he could see his mother as she bid farewell to her departing guests; one limousine at a time. If there was ever a time to despise the rich and powerful, now was one of them.

Standing there at the entrance to his home, Johann too watched as their guests left. One by one by one, their drive through was steadily emptied of cars and vehicles, until there was one left. And this one seemed important, for over the next few minutes, he watched his mother speak with whoever the driver of the car was. Their conversation was important, he assumed, for it went on and on and on. From this distance, he couldn't hear what was going on, but he didn't need to, for the next moment his mother was walking around to the passenger side seat, and getting inside. She didn't bother telling him where she was going, and he assumed she was merely going to have a more... ahem... thorough conversation with one of her business partners.

Johann wasn't too surprised. This wasn't the first time, and he knew it wouldn't be the last time.

With the last car's departure, marked the official end to Johann's evening. The guests were gone, so too his mother, and no workers would be around until tomorrow morning, where his mother could personally oversee their efforts to clean the estate. All that meant that Johann was completely alone.

Thuuunk!

Closing the doors to the outside world, the young man turned around and again fixed his glasses. Now that he as free to be himself, the lively and cheerful mask he had worn throughout the day, was quickly discarded. Replacing it was a unabashed view of his real feelings; this indifference and even frustration with it all.

Oh well... now what? The guests were gone, the estate was empty, and he was all alone. While this was a common occurrence for Johann, it didn't leave him feeling any less... lost. Should he study? He still had classes to attend to. Or should he spend his time doing something he actually wanted to do? Like reading?

Weeeeelll... his mother wasn't home, soooooo... yes! Yes he will!

Giving a rare, genuine smile, excitement began ruminating through Johann's body as he turned to face the halls behind him. But before he began making way for the family library, he instead took a detour towards their museum. Yes, even here, the chamber was strewn with gaudy confetti, glitter and tapestry which littered the floors. Again, the servants would clean this tomorrow. However...

In the corner of the room, hidden behind a portrait of one of his forefathers, laid a false wall. Said wall required him to slide it open, revealing a secret panel with a number pad beside it. All he needed was a four digit code.

2198.

The significance of this number had long since been lost to the Goethe family. Johann had heard it was the date of when the family first started its business back in the late 1700s. He's also heard that it was just a random assortment of numbers created one of his ancestors. Regardless, these four numbers were the key to some of his family's greatest riches.

With the number put in, the panel opened up, revealing a series of switches like a home's surge protector. Only, instead of controlling the power to estate, when these switches were flipped...

THA-KUNK! GRRRRRRRRRRNNNNN!!!

As Johann closed the panel and put the portrait back in place, he turned to face the museum behind him. One by one by one, the various displays containing priceless artifacts, all began to slowly descend into the floor via secret safes. Johann sat there, watching as they all vanished from view, making the museum into this large, flat, empty room.

Every night they locked up the museum, no matter what. The items in here cost more than some of the national treasuries of distant countries, and none were as important as the Chameleon Crystal. With its size and beauty, selling that rock could set someone for several lifetimes! So of course, it needed the greatest security! Being merely put into the floor wasn't good enough, for seconds later--

Beam! Beam! Beam! Beam! Beam!

Infrared lights appeared, shooting left, shooting right, shooting up, shooting down, shooting in diagonals, all in this maddening trapeze of lights and lines that were impossible for a human to possibly sneak through. But, of course, that's the point. There's no way the Goethe family could possibly skimp on security when they had such important treasures to keep safe. These lights flickered briefly, before vanishing from human view.

With the museum safe and secured, Johann gave a nod then flipped off the lights. He had books to look forward to... but only after a long and hot shower to help relax him. But before he left the museum entirely, he turned one last time to face the center where the Chameleon Crystal once was. There he could perfectly envision himself... and the towering jackal he stood beside for all a few moments. Nesica was her name, right? Even after all the other names he's learned today, that one stood out.

Just who was she? And why was a teacher – even one of such esteem as herself – here at his estate? Did she come with another guests? He couldn't blame them; Johann wouldn't mind spending time with a beautiful woman of her caliber. Ah... but now he was getting away from himself.

He needed to go relax...

…

A big place, ain't it? This large, grand, opulent estate. It was a testament to one family's continued lust for money and power. Standing on the fields outside of it, all you'd see is the wall which surround the manor, and the manor itself, which stands in the heart of these fields like a glowing diamond all its own.

And what of the backyard? It was this extravagant area with a brick patio that knew no grime or clutter, with a pool area created by savant. Does your backyard pool have a rocky cliffside and waterfall? Yeah, I thought so.

But the estate wasn't just large in vertical height, it was large in space as well. Its many halls spiraled throughout the fields like the many legs of a spider; going this way and that way in this decadent, Baroque architecture. The original estate wasn't this large, but it seemed as if generation after generation had added on a new hall, a new new room, a new building. Etcetera, etcetera.

Did one family really need all of this? Did any family really need all of this? She had been to dozens of manors belonging to dozens of rich families, and yet this estate was still the most hedonistic. Considering what she's seen, that's saying something.

Along the outside walls of the Goethe manor, a lone figure darted from shadow to shadow. Even though the party had been over for thirty or so minutes now, the search lights of the estate were still on full blast, illuminating the fields surrounding it. And yet this figure easily slipped from one spot to another, avoiding the lights, and any wayward eyes that may be stalking the halls.

Coming to the side of the opulent manor, this figure reached into their cloak and procured a grappling hook from within. Then they aimed it up with a bar hanging from the home's rooftop, before pulling the trigger of their grappling hook, launching out a claw which attached itself to the bar overhead. With another press of their button...

Zwwwwwwiiiiiiip!

The lone figure was pulled up towards the manor's rooftops, their cloak billowing in the wind.

Landing atop the home, the darkened figure holstered their grappling hook and came over towards a glass ceiling. But before entering inside, the figure grabbed their spiked cloak and opened it to reveal the body of... a woman. A beastkin woman. A jackal.

She stood with the moon and the lights of the estate behind her, illuminating not just the skies, but her body as well. Her fur was golden-brown, while her hair was jet-black, and free to fall in these curls and locks that spiraled from the back of her head in a stylish ponytail. Ah, but the front of it had curly bangs which fell over the right side of her face in this cool veil.

The right side of her masked face.

With extravagant and flamboyant flair, this woman's body was adorned in a black leotard, one which hugged against the curves of her body. Her hips, her slim waist, her bountiful chest; all were clinched and squeezed by her choice of clothing, as if to further accentuate and flaunt her undeniable beauty. Of particular note, the bodice of her attire lifted her bosom, giving it ample support.

And if that wasn't enough, the middle of her leotard was like a valley connected by string, offering anyone and everyone a view of her body from the cleavage of her bosom, all the way down to her navel. Her thighs too were on full display, as her stockings came up to her knees before stopping, straps connected them to her leotard, and high-heeled boots sat on her feet.

Around her waist was tied a skirt, though it only covered the back of her body, and didn't bother with covering the front. Like the rest of her outfit, it was arched and pointed, almost like something you'd see a Venetian count wear, with a black and gold coloration to it.

Together, her outfit made her feel so... enigmatic, like a phantom force more than a person. A specter of the night, one who did not just dart between shadows, but was one with them. She was reckoning given form, and her target was the Goethe estate.

Approaching the glass ceiling, the jackal peered inside where she saw the family's opulent library. How old were the books in these pews? How much information did they hoard like a dragon from a fantasy story? The phantom woman did not know... nor did she really care.

Her focus was on one thing and one thing: a certain crystal that shined a different color depending on what angle you stared at it from. Sometimes it was blue, other times red, perhaps even green, maybe even purple. Regardless, it would all be hers!

However...

“Oh...?”

It would seem as if the library was not alone at this time of night. Looking through the glass ceiling of the library, she saw it was occupied by just one person. A young man, no... a boy. He only turned eighteen two weeks ago. Now here he was, jaunting around in his cotton pajamas as he went about searching through his books.

Such a cute little thing... such a shame he was going to be caught in the middle of this. However, she planned on something like this happening, so there's no use fretting now!

Reaching into her cloak, the woman procured a curious little machine. It looked like a smartphone, but was far too high-tech to belong to anyone in today's day and age. Palming it, she brought up an app, one that showed a detail map of the Goethe estate. It was a perfect recreation of the manor in a 3-D image. The jackal could see everything.

And she could control it.

With a smirk on her lips, the woman brought down her finger and tapped a button.

Gooooooooooooooooooonnnn...!

…

“Let's see, let's see, let's see...”

The Goethe library. When he was a boy, this was undoubtedly the most boring room in his home. In here, there were pews next to pews, each one reaching the ceiling, and each one stacked with books. Whenever an individual entered here, it wasn't uncommon for them to get lost amid the labyrinthine design of the library. But for Johann, this was second nature.

After his much needed shower, the boy had a more cheery disposition. He was smiling, while his body laid adorned in his black and white pajamas. Cotton too. Oooooh, it was so soft against his body.

Though he was drained by today's party, Johann still looked forward to reading a few books before bedtime. With the library's rolling ladder beside him, he traveled from one aisle to another, collecting books and stacking them atop one another in his hands. For such a studious young man, one who had a future as a CEO, you'd expect him to read educational tomes so big, that you could bludgeon a person to death with them.

However, you'd be wrong.

While Johann was a smart boy, he wasn't some nerd who spent all of his days increasing his brain, despite what some may think of him. No, nooooo, when the moon was high and the night dominated the sky, all Johann wanted to do was put on the fireplace in the library, and read one of the many, many books his family owned. Tonight, it was a dramatic and spicy tale by the name of Sun Kissed.

Once his book was in hand, a smiling Johann made way for the fireplace in the library. It was a little spot at the back of the room, one with a big, soft chair overlooking the hearth, and a table between the two. Smiling even more to himself, Johann placed his book on the table, and began opening the pages to his book. He was juuuuuuust about ready to start reading when--

Gooooooooooooooooooonnnn...!

“Wh-what...?”

The power...

Went out...

Looking up and around, all Johann saw was darkness staring back. It took him a few moments to pull his phone from his pocket and turn on its flashlight, illuminating the family library. What happened? The power went out? Why did the power go out? Their home had its own generator that could charge several modest homes by itself! So how did the power go out?

“Haaaagggh... tch! I should've turned off all of those searchlights...” Johann bemoaned, thinking that all the excessive lighting had taxed their generators, “Ugggh! For the love of...”

Looks like his reading session would have to be postponed for now.

With his flashlight in hand, Johann exited his family's library and began heading down its long, empty halls. Eerie... looking down the halls with no lights on, gave his home this uncanny and uncomfortable vibe. His flashlight illuminated a good distance in front of him, but not enough. As he walked forward, he felt like he was traveling into a deep, dark void.

Gritting his teeth, the boy felt a cold sweat begin to trickle down his brow. What? Was he getting scared? He was just walking through the halls of his home! Sure, it was dark, and sure, there was no power, but what is there to be scared of? A ghost? Ghosts don't exist!

And yet...

This was a situation Johann had never experienced before. The expansive dark halls were one thing, but the roaring silence was something else. He heard nothing. No heater, no air conditioner, no random sounds of whatever machines lie behind his walls. There was nothing to hear save for the sound of his own breathing. Even his footsteps went silent against the marble floors beneath his feet.

Johann likes silence, yes, but... there's a such thing as too much silence.

“Haaah... man... hmm...”

But Johann sucked it up. After all, it would be embarrassed if a boy his age was afraid of the dark. He's eighteen, not eight! Besides, there was nothing there! It was just him, and the crushing silence of his estate without power.

Click... Click... Click...

At least, it was supposed to be just him and the crushing silence of his estate without power!

Eyes wide, Johann quickly spun around and pointing his flashlight down the hall. He saw nothing. But that sound he heard! That wasn't nothing! R-right?

“Gaaah...! Verdammt, Johann! What is wrong with you...?” he groaned to himself as his shoulders slumped over, “You're getting scared of what? Tch... ah...”

Shaking his head, Johann turned around and continued his quest, traveling through the dark and silent halls of his estate. Fortunately, he didn't need much light in order to navigate his way through the estate. Big as it was, this is his home, and the one he's lived in since birth. Down this hall, make a right, down this hall, pass the lobby (Ouch! He kept walking on trash! Uggh! How could so many rich people be so inconsiderate of someone else's home!?), down this next hall, then stop at this door. For those who don't know his home, this door may look like a closet meant for brooms or mops. But upon opening the door, Johann revealed a staircase that went doooowwwwnnn...

Unlike the rest of his home, which was this regal estate that could put palaces to shame, this hallway was metallic, like it belonged in the hull of a ship. Usually, the sound of machines churning away would be loud, but with the power off, it was uncharacteristically silent. Even though Johann rarely ever came into this hall, having it be so quiet was unnerving.

Tank! Tank! Tank! Tank! Tank! Tank!

Step after step after step, Johann descended down into his home's power room. From wall to wall there were generators lined up next to one another, all being silent thanks to the lack of power. Traveling through them, the young man came to the surge protector in the corner of the room, where he opened it up to reveal its switches.

And the fact that each switch was still flipped.

“Wh... what...?”

Now, look, Johann will admit that he was out of touch with the middle and lower class, but that doesn't make him stupid. He knows that when the power goes out from being overtaxed, the surge switches flip in order to make sure the house doesn't, ya'know, explode! But everything was in order. The power wasn't bothered. So... what's going on?

“Boo...”

Johann froze in place. His eyes grew wide. His grip on his phone doubled. A cold sweat streaked down his cheek.

Slowly – like his head was working on a crank – he turned around to face behind him with his flashlight pointed forward. He saw... the golden glint of a mask... the voluptuous body of a beastkin woman... and her piercing purple eyes.

“GAAAHCK!?”

And that's all he saw as he darted pass her, where he rushed back up the stairs at speeds that would make a cheetah pause. Coherent thoughts failed to reach his brain, aside from- RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN! So that's what he did! He ran with all his might, bolting up the stairs, and then careening with the wall as soon as he exited the generator room.

Turning around, he pointed his flashlight down the stairs he just came up... where he saw the golden glint of the mask, and those purple eyes yet again. This woman – this phantom – slowly raised up the staircase towards him, moving in such a manner that it seemed as if she was floating. Johann's face paled and his mouth grew wide, yet no words left him, not even a gasp! But those thoughts, that command, it began roaring in his head again.

RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN!

So he did it! He ran! Johann ran as fast and as far as his legs could take him! He ran so hard, he didn't even think about where his feet were going! He just ran! He darted around this corner! Juked around that corner! Stumbled over a table in this random hall! And then he came here!

The Goethe estate was a grand place, and nowhere was that more clear than its central courtyard. A great area with beautiful hedges and stone walkways, their courtyard had played host to many functions in the past. So, yes, even here there were signs of his mother's party. However, there were also plenty of objects to hide behind, and with the moon up high, it gave Johann enough light to see without his phone's flashlight.

Exiting through the glass doors, the boy rushed towards the courtyard's garden, and hid himself behind a hedge. For a moment, he stopped to catch his breath and settle his nerves. Easier said than done now that he knew he was trapped in his home with what looked to be a masked specter!

Eventually he worked up enough courage to look over the hedge's edge, where he stared towards the glass doors of his home. He saw nothing but the dark depths of his home look back, but he could still feel the essence of that woman... if she even was a woman.

What is going on? WHAT IS GOING ON!? Who was that woman in his house!? Why is there a woman in his house? And a masked one at that! Was she responsible for his loss of power? No, wait, he was going a mile a minute! He needed to calm down and call the police! That's the smart thing to do!

Ah... oh... wh-what...? What's this...? How is this possible?

Johann had no reception. No, he had more than no reception! He had no internet either! No LTE no 4G, no... nothing! Johann had nothing!

“How is this--”

Click... Click... Click...

His words were cut short, his body pulling behind his hedge. That sound... he recognized that sound. That was the sound of heeled feet clicking against the ground. It was the same sound he heard when traveling through the halls earlier. Just... just how long was she following him?

Click...! Click...! Click...!

Ah! Her footsteps were even closer now! He needed to move!

Scurrying down the aisle he was hiding in, Johann kept his phone close as he looked over his shoulder. He could not see that phantom woman, but he could hear her walking around. For some reason, it was difficult – if not outright impossible – to get a bead on where she was. It sounded like her footsteps were coming from all angles! Was that his imagination at play? His heart was racing and he couldn't think straight! He needed to keep moving! Keep moving!

So he moved! He darted around more corners, getting lost in the waist-high hedges and concrete walls of his garden. Briefly, memories of youthful days scurrying around the garden played in his mind. But the feelings and emotions were all different. His heart was racing, but from fear, not excitement.

Click...! Click...! Click...!

Dammit! Did she ever let up! No matter how far he moved, her footsteps remained as close as ever! But whenever he looked around – whether it be over his shoulder, around an edge, or even over an object – she was nowhere to be seen. And yet the sound of her heels kept bleating into his ears! How far did he need to run to escape her!?

He needed a gun, or a weapon of any kind! Wait! If he could just make it to his house's armory, then he could arm himself! Yes, his manor has an armory! It's close to a century year old; why wouldn't it have an armory!?

His plan was simple: get to the armory, get his hands on a gun, and then wait until his mother returns. She'll see something is amiss, get the police, and then he'd be free of this thief! But... no... he knew that was hopeful thinking. It was more likely that he'd be forced to hide out the entire night, because his mother was having important 'conversations' with business partners.

Bringing his head up, Johann began hurrying for the opposing end of the courtyard. Like before, he kept his head down and moved as quietly as he possibly could, staying out of sight from any open lanes. He listened out for his assailant as well, where he noticed something...

…

…

…

There was nothing there. He no longer heard her footsteps! Was that a good thing or a bad thing? No, definitely a bad thing! If he didn't hear her, he wouldn't be able to tell where she was at! She could be anywhere.

Scrunching up his face and gritting his teeth, Johann took a few moments to settle his nerves. When his eyes opened, the exit to the courtyard was right there; just a few yards away. If he rushed for it, he'd be out of the courtyard and on his way to the armory. So he did it... he started running!

He shouldn't have started running.

Johann could feel the spirit in his body grow weaker, causing his run to slow to a meek walk. He realized far too late that he was never safe. At no moment was he ever in control of his fate. The second the power went out in his estate, he was doomed. It was only now that he understood this.

Looking down, he saw the shadows of his estate's rooftops... and the figure of a woman among them. This figure was perfectly lined up with his body, trapping him in her silhouette.

“Oh no...” Whump! “OOF!?”

She came at him from above. He didn't know which angle – it could have been from his right, his left, behind him, or even in front of him – but it didn't matter. This woman – this phantom – tackled him to the ground, where they rolled and rolled and rolled! Johann was sent for a whirl, incapable of telling his up from his downs until he finally came to a halt. And when he did, his eyes were locked on the night sky above him... and the woman who pinned him to the earth.

She was a jackal. He could tell by the shape of her face, and the ears that stood from the top of her head. But that's all he could tell about her, for on her face laid this domino mask. Black and gold in color, it was spiked around the edges, and perfectly molded upon her face. There didn't even appear to be any strings to hold the mask in place!

The rest of her body was no less extravagant. The black and gold leotard she wore was both elegant and erotic, clinging to her body, and flaunting the curves of her hips, her bust, and her trim waist. Not to mention how her clothing displayed her bust with how the bodice lifted her chest, and how the middle of her body too was exhibited thanks to only being cover in symmetrical strings.

Who was this woman, and why was she dressed like... this!? She looked like she was going to an adult masquerade party! Instead, she had him pinned, trapped between her voluptuous body, while her purple eyes looked at him from behind her golden mask.

Wait... purple eyes? And her jet-black hair? Curly jet-black hair? Specifically how said hair fell over the right side of her face? Why did this all seem so familiar?

“Ufufufufufu~! Guten Abend, Johannes!” said the jackal, making his eyes widen.

“Wh-what...? H... how do you know my name!?”

“Oh, I know a lot about you,” she answered, her tone flirtatious as her finger stroked along his chest before coming to his chin, “Johannes Bernard von Goethe! Son of Agness Goethe and Nelson Cox! Age eighteen, you just had your eighteenth birthday two weeks ago! You go to Osmond Academy, and are the heir to the Goethe family fortune, not to mention the future CEO of Goethe Enterprises! Need I go on?”

“Wh-what... the... h... how did...? How do you know this...?”

“Ufufufufufufu! I've spent months planning this heist,” said the masked woman, a pleased smile appearing on her beaming face, “And in that time, I've learned all there is to know about you and your mother! The least of which being your daily schedules. Your mother spends a lot of time at your business' headquarters, and you spend a lot of time all alone at home...” her hand gently stroked down his cheek, “Such a lonely little boy. I almost feel sorry for you. Almost.”

“M-months...?” he repeated, “H-heist!? A... a heist!? Y... you're gonna rob from us!?” he shook his head, “N-no! That doesn't sound right! How would you steal money from our house; we don't have a vault or anything! Unless... oh no! You're taking me hostage, aren't you!?”

“Ohohohohohohohoho! Oh no no no! No I am not, Johann,” the jackal replied, “Although... ufufu... you would make a lovely hostage.”

“Th-then why are you here...?” he asked as her surprisingly tender gloved hand traveled down the side of his face, “What could you possibly want from us? And... who are you?”

“Oh... don't act so naive, Johann. You know exactly what I'm here for. And if you need help figuring it out...” placing her hands on the back of her head, the voluptuous jackal pushed out her chest in this bombastic pose as she sat up straight on his lap, “I am the dashing, the alluring, the striking, Phantom Jackal! But you, Johann, with your cute, boyish looks... you can just call me 'Phantom' for short!”

“Phantom... Jackal...?” Johann repeated, “So... y... you're just a thief...?”

Her face fell flat.

“Wrong. I am not just a thief,” replied the jackal, “I am an extraordinary thief! Ordinary thieves are pleased with just stealing the money out of a cash register. But me? Ufufufufufu! I have my eyes locked on far bigger prizes! Far grander prizes! No doubt you've heard of my performances! The Disappearance of the Deep Diamond? That was me. The Vanishing of the Verdant Variscite? Also me! The Stolen Stones of South San Fierro? Ah... that was a fun one! And now, today, will be the setting of my latest performance! The Chameleon Crystal Caper! Sounds lovely, does it not?”

The Disappearance of the Deep Diamond!? The Vanishing of the Verdant Variscite!? The Stolen Stones of South San Fierro!? Was she really the mastermind behind all of these high-profile heists throughout the years!?

Johann's mouth gaped as he listened to this woman – Phantom Jackal – list off her 'performances'. He couldn't believe it – he didn't want to believe it – but her theatrical way of speaking, not to mention how she so easily dismantled the defenses of his home, proved to him that she was the real deal! She wasn't just a thief, she was an exceptional thief! And that exceptional thief had him pinned to the ground!

Flattening against the earth, a cold sweat began pouring down Johann's brow as he looked up at the woman above him. His quivering face caused her to snicker, telling the jackal all she needed to know.

“Finally realized who you're dealing with, eh?” said Phantom with this teasing snicker leaving her lips, “It's okay! Don't worry! I'm not gonna hurt you.”

“I... um...” Johann stopped a moment to swallow his spit, “Phantom... I...” he shook his head, “The Chameleon Crystal... I can't let you have it...”

His words were defiant... yet his body was anything but. He looked away, averting his eyes as this blush of embarrassment formed on his cheeks. How could he tell her 'no'? Why would he tell her 'no'? Why would he deny her at all? She was clearly his superior with how she easily stalked him through the halls of his own home, and now had him pinned beneath her voluptuous body.

But, dammit, he didn't just want to roll over and admit defeat! No matter how clear it was! Was it hardheaded? Yes, yes it was. Was it stupid? Of course it was! Don't they tell you to obey the commands of robbers when in a high-stake situation like this?

But this was different! This was his home! The home of his family for generations no less! And the Chameleon Crystal was a precious family heirloom! He couldn't just give it to this woman! No matter how tall... and how voluptuous... and how alluring she was. He needed to have some amount of courage against her.

So it was foolish of him to look back.

Johann looked up towards Phantom... where he saw her purple eyes glow from behind her mask, and her lips curl into this vivacious grin. It caused him to stiffen, made his eyes widen and his mouth grow small.

“Ufufufufu~ I was hoping you'd say something like that~” said Phantom, her tone alluring and seductive, “You don't want to go down without a fight, eh? Then...” she hopped on him a few times, “Fight back! Push me off of you! Your mother keeps you on a strict workout regimen, does she not? Use that strength of yours to make me submit!”

“M-m-make you... submit...?”

Of all the things she could have said, why oh why did she use that choice of phrasing!?

Before Johann could think about it for too long, Phantom placed her hands down beside his head, making him lock up. Then she pushed herself up and off of his body, where she flipped over and landed perfectly upon her feet. Rolling over, Johann looked up to the jackal, watching as she posed briefly with her hands at her sides, before turning around to face him. But it was in the way she turned around, having perfectly balanced upon the tips of her toes, spinning almost like a doll on a track.

Her alluring lips remained in a vivacious smile, while her purple eyes pierced the night sky to trap Johann. For a moment, he sat there on his knees, drinking in the undeniable charisma and attractiveness of the masked jackal before him. Her leotard which was both skimpy yet elegant, her black and gold cloak added a majestic flair to her already enthralling attire, and her mask was that final touch of mystery.

Johann couldn't deny it; this woman was beautiful. From her choice of attire, to her purple eyes, the jackal known as Phantom Jackal elevated a sense of style and spirit that he's never seen before. Bumping shoulders with so many rich socialites throughout his life, the boy could easily say she was unique compared to all of them.

She was also a thief, one aiming to steal his family's prized possession. He couldn't let that happen.

Gritting his teeth, Johann got to his feet and fixed his glasses on his face. Phantom Jackal's grin continued to grow as she looked down upon him, her nose was even pointed to the sky in a haughty stance. He's seen that position dozen of times from his mother.

“Your family's armory is right behind me, no?” said the jackal, “Through these doors, down these halls, and take a right to the chamber holding generations of weapons within it. That's where you were going before, right? Trying to arm yourself against the devious and sensual Phantom Jackal? Quite the smart move for a boy who owns a silver medal in skeet shooting at the local hunting club for rich fools!”

“Rrrgh...! H-how do you know that!?” he growled.

“Ohohohohoho! Remember! I ruthlessly investigate all my targets! Now, enough talk, come at me!”

Was this a game to her? She was smiling and taunting him, while his heart raced a mile a minute. Perhaps he was too hasty in praising this woman's beauty, even mentally. She was clearly some sort of psychopath!

Still, she stood between him and his only hope of survival. If he was going to escape this night, he needed to get his hands on something to protect himself. It all came down to whether or not he could move her.

Fat chance of that happening!

Nevertheless, Johann thought back to his many years of physical clubs and sports his mother used her money to put him into, the least of which being his martial arts training. While he was no black belt in anything, he did know his fair share of skills and abilities. And though he was on the shorter end, he had a surprising bent of strength within his young form. If he could just get his hands on her, he could move her aside and get through the doors!

So he dove in...

“HAH!”

And missed...

Johann's arms reached out for Phantom, attempting to grab her by the waist. But with an elegant twirl, she easily dodged his attempted hold, causing him to stumble forward. Looking over his shoulder, his eyes fell on the jackal as her gloved hand trailed along his shoulders. So easily she could grab and knock him over... but she didn't. Instead...

“Ufufufufufufu!”

She giggled into his ear, and then pulled back.

Coming to a halt, Johann gritted his teeth and glared at Phantom Jackal, who continued snickering and smirking in his direction. Now getting more frustrated than he was scared, he foolishly dove at the thief again, who sprung clear over his body in a single flip. He watched her leap too, as her cloaked body flew through the air before landing safely behind him.

She was toying with him! Yes, he already knew that, but damn did seeing her stand there so arrogantly, cause his blood to pump! It's one to have his mother look down upon him, but this woman – this thief – had no right to belittle him, a Goethe!

Johann rushed Phantom once again, but this time pulled back his fist, where he threw a punch that--

Pat!

“Huh...?”

The jackal easily caught. So he pulled back... and threw another punch!

Pat!

“Ghnn!?”

That she again easily caught!

Again and again and again, Johann threw punches at Phantom Jackal, attempting to do... well... anything! But each and every punch was easily caught, blocked, and parried by the dashing thief, who laughed, giggled, and snickered at every deflected blow. Whether it be punches, grabs, or kicks, none of Johann's strikes landed. And the last one...

“Gaah!?”

Caused him to stumble forward.

Loosing his footing, the bespectacled boy nearly fell into the grass beneath his feet... only to be grabbed by Phantom Jackal. Her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, causing his eyes to double in size as he was pulled up next to her, where her lips laid near his ears.

“Quite skilled of you, Johannes,” the jackal whispered, causing his body to heat up at the alluring tone she used, “If I weren't a black belt in several martial arts, you would have landed a solid strike on me! You are a diligent student in all classes you take.”

“Um... th-thanks...?” he replied, confused by her praise.

“Ufufufufufufu! You should be proud of this! But now...” her eyes locked in, “It's my turn!”

“Uh... oh no...” Fwump! “OH!?”

Suddenly... he was upside down!

In a blurred dash, Johann watched the sky fly past his vision, before he suddenly got a view of his gardens... only everything was upside down! Or – more accurately – he was upside down! With perfect skill, precision, not to mention her limber spine, Phantom performed a German Suplex on Johann! But she did it so skillfully, that he felt not an ounce of pain! Instead, his head was laid gently on the ground, while her arms were tightly wound around his waist, holding him hostage. Briefly, Johann kicked, trying to free himself from her grasp, but--

“Ah!?”

She...

Suddenly released him.

Thud!

“Aah!?”

Johann flopped on the floor, his face perplexed and glasses askew. But before he could speak a word, Phantom Jackal swung her legs over his head and stood above him. Stunned silent, all the boy could do was look up at her body as it towered above him. Right here – just a few inches away – was her pelvis.

Her leotard was... so incredibly tight. The way it snuggled her body was like wearing a perfect glove. Which meant that – in this position – Johann could see the shape of her womanhood peak at him from beneath her outfit. It made him tense up, caused his cheeks to burn read too... and the rest of his body to follow suit.

But... wait... hold up... was it coming clos--

Plap!

“MMFFPH!?”

“OHOHOHOHOHOHO!”

Phantom Jackal's boisterous laughter filled Johann's ears as she sat down on his head, completely surrounding him! Whether it be the fur and warmth of her legs, or the smooth fabric of her leotard, the boy was trapped beneath her voluptuous body. Her soft and curvaceous ass found the perfect seat of his face, with his nose pressed up against the crevice of her butt, and his mouth smooshed against her pussy.

Oh... and it was so damn hot!

This heat traveled from Phantom's womanhood, and warmed up his face. It was almost like he was sitting next to a heater on a cold, winter night. Not too hot, but instead this warmth that resonated and made him desire more.

Ah, but what of this smell? This powerful and feminine smell! It was hot, sweaty, and spicy! Like the odor that would waft off of a woman after a work out, only this was so damn erotic. Having never smelled a scent like this before, Johann didn't know what to make of it... but he knew he liked it.

He liked it a lot.

Oh... oh no! What is he thinking!? He couldn't be getting aroused by something like this! This woman – this thief – was sitting down on his head, pinning him to the ground of his estate! And he was finding it erotic? What is wrong with him!? This woman is attacking him! She held his life in her hands!

It doesn't matter if she was tall... and voluptuous... and mysterious... and had this provocative and flamboyant manner of speaking... not to mention the fact that this situation was incredibly thrilling... he totally wasn't getting turned on by all of this.

Totally...

But while Johann warred in his mind about if he was aroused or not, Phantom Jackal began toying with her victim. Spreading her legs, she squatted on his head, letting him feel more of her curvy and soft ass, and making her pussy strain more against her leotard. Johann groaned against her, then pushed in an attempt to force her off of him, but being far, far stronger than he was, she didn't budge an inch.

“Ufufufufufu! Struggling will get you nowhere, Johannes,” said the jackal, “So why don't you be a good boy and just sit right there, hm? Promise, I won't hurt you! Ufufufufu!”

“Mmmmffphh!!!” was his muffled response.

Giggling more, Phantom Jackal rose her hands and tossed up her hair, as if posing for an invisible audience. Her purple eyes dropped down towards Johann's body, running down and down towards his soft, cotton pants... and the begrudged tent he was pitching in it.

“Oh dear, oh my~” she said in a seductive and sarcastic manner, “What is this I see? Don't tell me! Is the nubile and pure Johannes von Goethe secretly a pervert!? How could this be? Certainly he's not finding this situation arousing!?”

“Hrrrmmgphh!!!”

“But if he isn't... then...” her hand started traveling down his body, coming to the lump in his cotton pants, “What is this?”

Touch...

“Mmfph!?”

Was she... touching his penis!? Yes! Yes she was!

The gloved hand of Phantom Jackal began palming his manhood through his pajama pants. Eyes wide and teeth clinched, Johann locked up in place as the dashing thief began toying with his body in earnest. It was one thing to feel her amazing ass resting on his face, but now her hand was playing with his length? No! He couldn't let this keep going!

Bringing up his arms, Johann placed them on Phantom Jackal's ass. Whether it be on purpose or by accident due to desperate fumbles, he squeezed her butt, pressing his fingers deep into her pliable posterior.

“Ohohoho~! I see, I see!” said the jackal as her tail sprung up, “The truth reveals itself! Johannes von Goethe is a pervert! Watch everyone as he desperately squeezes the glorious butt of Phantom Jackal in his rampant lusts!”

No no no! That's not why he was squeezing her ass!

Embarrassed beyond belief, Johann closed his eyes shut and bit into his bottom lip, while trying with all his might to push the jackal off of him. But of course, that only served to make him squeeze her ass more, where he discovered how perfect it was. Not only in softness, not only in curvature, but in shape as well. This perfectly, peachy posterior, one which was truly an honor to have rest on his face.

WHAT THE FUCK IS HE THINKING!?

“I see,” said Phantom, “I must teach this naughty boy a lesson! And that lesson shall be...” a smirk appeared on her lips, “The true softness of a woman!”

The true softness of a woman? What did she mean by that?

Plap!

Before Johann could even think about it, Phantom's body shifted. Getting on her knees, she pressed her pelvis down against his face, pinning him further into the ground below. Then she started swaying her hips – left to right – jostling her ass upon his face. Even with his sense of sound dulled by her body, Johann could hear the subtle 'Clap... Clap... Clap...' of her ass.

A subtle sound that grew louder and louder as her movements became more elaborate.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

What once was gentle swaying, became outright twerking as Phantom worked her ass on his face. Impact after impact smacked Johann in the face, letting him feel the full brunt of her voluptuous body as it danced on his head. The feeling, the heat, it dulling of sound, it all made it impossible for the boy to focus on anything but the jackal's body above her!

And she spared him no quarter, refusing to go easy on him just because he was young! Her hips swayed left and right, her ass clapped up and down, and her joyous giggles filled the air around him. Try, try with all his might to force her off, all Johann served to do was grip upon Phantom Jackal's body all the more. He squeezed her, he groped her, accidentally of course, but he did so nonetheless. And his every touch taught him one thing...

This was the softness of a woman!

Johann's flailing movements slowed to a submissive crawl as he gripped upon the jackal's voluptuous body. His fingers clawed at her hips and waist, her butt and thigh, squeezing anything he could get his hands on. Meanwhile, the lips of her pussy sat on his mouth, teasing him with what laid just behind the thin veil of her leotard.

“Oooooh, Johannes~” cooed Phantom Jackal as her swaying hips slowed to a stop, “Such a diligent student you are!”

With him yielding to her superior wiles, the voluptuous jackal brought her eyes back down to the lump between his legs. Now more than ever, it was hard and rigid, throbbing beneath the soft, cotton fabric of his pajama pants. A dark stain had formed at the tip of his length, and following it was this spicy, erotic fragrance. The smell of an aroused boy... oooh... it was raw and fresh, like a ripened fruit.

Mm...

Placing her hands on Johann's stomach, she gently pushed down his pajama pants. Slowly... slowly... slooooowwwwwlllyyyy... annnnndddd...

Fwip!

“Ah-ha~!”

“Hmmph!?”

His cock! His cock was freed! Then that means... that means she could see it!

Even with his face pressed and covered, Johann gave a look of embarrassment as his manhood was exposed. This devious woman who was easily dismantled the defenses of his home, and used his face as her seat, now had his throbbing erection before her unflinching eyes. What did she think about it? Did she like it? WHY DID HE CARE!?

Well...

“Ufufufufufufufufu...! My investigations into your family didn't reveal this!” Phantom remarked, “Who would have thought that young Johannes was sporting such a monstrous cock between his legs? Quite the stunning revelation!”

Monstrous cock? Stunning revelation? Was Johann hearing what he thinks he was hearing?

Well... yeah.

Despite his short stature – or maybe even because of it – the young Goethe was blessed with quite the endowment. And, no, this had nothing to do with his inheritance! Between Johann's legs stood this mighty spire, one that was both long and thick, and twitching with that mighty youthful vigor! Purple eyes wide and lips in a smile, Phantom Jackal watched his dick throb, ready and willing to feel the pleasure only she could grant him!

So why keep him waiting? Biting upon the tip of her glove, the voluptuous jackal slowly pulled it off, and then guided her hand down towards his awaiting dick.

Touch...

“Mmmph!?”

What was that? Ooooooh! He knew what that was! That was her hand! She was touching his cock directly!

With skill and grace, Phantom handled his dick like she was teasing a baton. At first she stroked her fingers along the shaft, feeling his dick twitch with every stride. Then she took her index finger and playfully swirled it around his glands. The movements were ticklish, making Johann's toes curl and his legs do likewise. He even patted on her butt and thigh, again trying to pull her off his face, only to again be denied.

Then Phantom wrapped her hand around his dick entirely, squeezing it with those strong yet tender fingers of hers. Such an exhilarating feeling! It was far, far, far different from when he pleased himself at night! These weren't the fumbling hands of a desperate boy, but the confident hands of a sensual woman! She knew how to please him, knew what to do to build his pleasure higher and higher... and also knew what to do to keep him on that cruel, cruel edge.

More and more her fingers played with him, trailing along the veins of his dick, before coming up to the tip. Dipping it into the slit of his cock, she not only coaxed a desperate groan from his muffled lips, but also trailed his precum upon her finger. And that goey strand of clear juice, went straight into her mouth.

“Mmff...”

Such a sordid sight Johann was missing. Phantom Jackal plugged her precum-stained finger right between her lips, and began to gently suckle on it. Delicious and pure, it tasted so good. As lewd as it may be to hear, she could suck his dick all night long and wouldn't grow bored!

In fact...

Slick! Slick! Slick!

“GMMPH!?”

Now what was that!? Something wet and slimy was sliding along his cock! No... wait... was that her tongue!? Was she licking his dick!?

Again, the answer is yes!

Leaning over, Phantom Jackal brought her face next to Johann's dick, where she began licking it. Again and again and again, she lashed as his dick with her talented tongue, causing his body to shudder with both ticklish fervor, and desperate need for more! He's only ever known the touch of his hand! To suddenly have his cock be sucked was almost enough to drive him mad!

When's the last time she had such an... inexperienced lover? And such a cute one as well! That thought ran through Phantom's head as she felt his body ruminate beneath her. All of his moans, groans and words, went muffled against her voluptuous body. He could only speak with his hands, which gripped, and clawed, and groped at her body with a desperate need. He both wanted her to get off of him, and also never wanted her to go! It was a... painful conundrum.

But Phantom Jackal wasn't done yet; she was just starting to ramp things up! Johann had learned the softness of a woman, so now it was time to teach him the firmness of one! And to do that...

Fwuuu...

“BWAAAAAH! HAAAAH! HAAAH! HAAAAH!”

She pulled her pelvis off of Johann's face, allowing him to take lungfuls of air. While she wasn't choking him before, having her sit on his face did make it difficult to breathe, so he took his time to get as much air as he could. More... more... more! And when his breathing slowed to a more comfortable pace, he looked up again to see Phantom's pelvis, shaking just inches above her face.

Her leotard had a noticeable dark stain right where her pussy was. But before he could comment on it, she spoke first, saying,

“Breath in... and hold it...”

Johann didn't hesitate to obey.

“Haaaaaaaaaaa--” PLAP! “MMPH!?”

Her pelvis! Her legs! Not only did Phantom Jackal sit on his face again, but she wrapped her legs around his head, completely locking him in place! And this was far worse than before. She wasn't just sitting on him, she was outright squeezing him! The musky odor of her wet pussy was ground against his face and nose, while the warmth, flesh and fur of her body completely enveloped him. He couldn't hear anything outside of the sounds of her body, he couldn't smell anything other than her dripping arousal, and above all, he couldn't even breathe.

That made things quite difficult!

Johann tensed up as he struggled to get any air in his lungs. Though he took in a deep breath as Phantom told him to do, he wasn't expecting her to wrap her legs around his head as tight as she was doing now! Now more than ever before, escape was impossible! Johann was forced to lay there as nothing more than her plaything, and feel her superior body press down against his own.

Her... superior body...

Phantom Jackal's voluptuous form ran along Johann's body, letting him feel her curves and chest as it pressed against him. The weight too bared down on him, trapping him completely in her body; her heat, her scent, her touch, her everything.

“Mmmggprrphh!”

“Ufufufufufu! Feeling it now, Johannes?” asked Phantom in a taunting manner, “But don't get too comfortable...” Squeeze! “We're only getting started!”

“MMMGPH!?”

Her legs tightened around his head and neck, further grinding his face against her wet leotard. The intense odor, overwhelming heat, and slimy touch of her nectar was one thing, but the lack of oxygen was something else! Johann groaned against the voluptuous jackal, his heart racing as adrenaline began pumping through his veins. He should have better control over himself. But whether it be the situation he was in, or Phantom Jackal's superior strength, Johann could barely keep himself in check!

With him writhing and groaning beneath her, the voluptuous jackal locked her eyes on her true target; his rigid, throbbing, cock! Was Johann terrified? Yes. Was his cock as hard and as long as a diamond? Oooooooooooh yes! It seemed as if the boy got off on situations like this, even if he didn't know it. Such a shame, really; he'll never get the chance to experience something like this again.

Now then...

Reaching down, Phantom wrapped her arm around Johann's waist, and immediately pulled him up. He grunted against her pussy, while his thick and dripping dick now hovered a few inches away from her lips. Bon appétit!

“Shlup! Mmmfff~!”

“MMMPHH!?”

Just how brazen could she be!? Now her mouth – her wet, warm, shapely mouth – was wrapping around his dick!

Gripping hard upon her hips and ass, Johann squeezed the jackal close, while down below she began sucking on his cock. There was no slow build up, no steady increase! Nooooo, Phantom immediately began sucking his dick with this intensity, this power that put to shame even his most spiciest of wet dreams!

She sucked, she licked, she swallowed, drawing on his dick with so much need! Her lips would drag upon the first third or so of his dick, while her head pushed up and down, back and forth, while her hand wrapped around his shaft and hilt. There she squeezed him and stroked it off, promoting a more powerful blood flow, which served to make his dick throb even more!”

And all the while...

“Mmmf...! Slrrp...! Mmm... Slrrrk...! Mmm... Slrrp...!”

The erotic sounds of Phantom's powerful fellatio, echoed throughout the gardens. Spit and precum mixed together within her mouth, which all traveled down the sides of Johann's length in this messy, sticky, gooey spread. With it came his taste, which was filled with the youthful spirit of a boy growing into a young man.

And that boy was feeling the intensity.

For a virgin like him, this was too much. Thankfully, all of those sports clubs and training regiments his mother put him in, had blessed him with quite the stamina. But even then, there's a stark difference in something like martial arts practice or tennis club, and having a voluptuous jackal suck his cock!

Again, Johann gripped Phantom Jackal's body, squeezing it harder and tighter than he'd ever done before! At the same time, his legs kicked kicked up, and every muscle in his body grew as tense as steel. He had been down here for so long, that the lack of oxygen was making him desperate. This was only made worse as the jackal sucked his cock harder, and squeezed tighter with her legs.

“MMMMPHH!!!”

Now desperate, he pushed against her with all of his might, but this only caused Phantom Jackal to redouble her efforts. Placing her hands upon his hips and thighs, she rolled over upon her side, but kept her legs wound around his head like a pretzel. Again, Johann tried with all his might to pull her off of him, but she just would not budge! She controlled his body! He couldn't even control his own!

“HMMM! MMMPH! MMMRRGGPHH!!!” his muffled roars echoed.

But even that wasn't enough to deter Phantom Jackal. Wrapping her arm around his waist again, she clutched upon Johann's supple butt, and pulled him in even closer. With expert ease, she guided his cock through her mouth and straight into her throat, which tightened hard around him. Here he was, struggling to breathe with her legs wrapped around his head. Meanwhile, she was deepthroating his cock, and doing so without an ounce of strain on her part!

No more! No more! Johann could take it no more! With his blood pumping, adrenaline flowing through his veins, his lugs exploding, and his mind ebbing and flowing, the boy gave one, last, defiant thrust of his body... and then...

“MMMMGGPHHH!!!”

“MMM!? GLRK! GLP! GLUP!”

An explosion! An explosion of cum! It shot out from Phantom Jackal's lips in these thick, gooey lines, which splattered and spread out. Her mouth and throat were completely coated in the semen of a randy boy, one who had been built to the absolute zenith of pleasure. There was so much cum, and it didn't just stop at one blast, or two, but it came in multiple! Bomb, after bomb, after bomb of seed, all flowing, never stopping.

And neither did Phantom Jackal. Even with Johann suffering a climax of earth-shattering proportions, the voluptuous jackal still pushed herself down on his dick. She didn't just deepthroat him, she completely swallowed his member, pressing her lips down to the hilt of his dick. Cum and cock both mixed together in her mouth, and she slowly slurped it up like she was dining on the finest cuisine. Phantom Jackal took her time, drinking and swallowing all the cum and sweat off of Johann's cock... before finally pulling back with a lewd and loud--

Pop!

Smirking with cum-stained lips, the voluptuous jackal looked down to the head between her legs. Johann's struggling had stopped following his orgasm, but she could still feel the thumping of life within him, subdued though it may be. Okay then, it was time to finally free this boy.

Pulling back her arms, Phantom Jackal let his body flop on the ground, where she unleashed the chains that were her legs, and pulled her hips off of his face. There Johann laid, his cheeks red and face glossy, panting for air as he looked up to the night sky with this expression that was both lustful and dazed.

What just happened? His mind struggled to come to terms with what just happened. All he felt was pleasure, while the rest of his senses slowly came back to him. Smell, taste, touch, sound, sight; it all felt like he needed to reboot following his thrilling orgasm. But before he could speak, Phantom Jackal came into his view, looking down upon him with a smirk on her cum-stained lips. He looked back, immobile and struggling to think, watching as she licked her lips cleaned of his seed.

“Ufufufufufu... not half bad,” said Phantom as she placed her fists on her curvy hips, “Mmm... look at you, so cute and small. When you make a face like that, it just makes me want to tease you so much more! I came here for the Chameleon Crystal, but I think I've found something even better. Ufufufufufu...”

“Wh-whaaaaaa...?” Johann replied, making the jackal snicker, “What are... haaah... you talking... hooooh... about...?”

Phantom shook her head.

“Don't worry your cute little head about it,” she said whilst gripping the strings of her leotard, “Just focus on me. Ufufufufufu... this dashing thief will steal all of your firsts! Your first kiss, your first fuck, and... your first love!”

“My... first... love...” he repeated.

For a few more moments, Johann remained dazed beneath Phantom Jackal's movements. She was attractive, flawless, elegant and erotic in every sense of the word. Her hips swiveled in these saucy circles, and her heeled feet clicked against the ground as she came closer... and closer... and closer...

Again she stood above Johann, this time aiming herself above his pelvis instead of his face. But the boy was still struggling to return from the highs of his orgasm. That is until his eyes were attracted to the sight of her hands as she pulled aside the various strings which held up her bodice.

Swip... Swip... Swip... until...

“Ahh~”

“Oh... oh my word...”

During the build up, Johann's glasses had slightly slid off his face, giving him a blurred view of the glory before him. So he slowly fixed them glasses, pushing them up on his face to see... this, the full glory of Phantom Jackal's illustrious body!

The top of her leotard had fallen aside, unveiling her perfect, curvy bust. Their shape was smooth and around, shapely and contoured, with golden-brown covering it on all sides, and these dark, tan-colored nipples stood tall from the center like tiny towers. Whenever she breathed, they raised and expanded, appearing fuller and larger, before settling back down. But her every breath she took, attracted Johann's unflinching eyes. He just couldn't look away!

A woman's chest. A woman's bare chest. Oh, it is truly a glorious thing.

“Ufufufufufu~ you look so cute, Johannes,” said Phantom Jackal as she gripped her own bust and squeezed it, “Nmmmm~ of all the men I've had to use my seduction technique on, you are without a doubt the cutest! Ufufufufufu!”

“I... haaah... I... mmm...” was all Johann could mutter back.

“Ufufufufufu~! Don't worry about it, Johannes,” said the voluptuous jackal, her voice like a siren's call in how it soothed him, “Just come here. Let me steal your first kiss!”

Getting down on the ground before him, Phantom placed her hands upon his cheeks, framing it. Then her face drifted closer and closer, not stopping until her nose met his nose. His eyes grew lidded; he was completely under her control. When her lips moved to meet his...

“Mmfff...”

“Mmmm...”

He kissed her back.

Eyes closed, Johann and Phantom shared a kiss with one another. Or, well, more like she conducted the kiss, and he followed around like the fumbling virgin he was. But he quickly proved himself a fast learner, as he picked up on the intricacies of her tongue and lips, and matched them with his own movements.

Again and again, their lips met in press after press. And then Phantom began licking his tongue, with him doing likewise. The tastes they shared of one another, sent ruminations throughout their bodies, and caused them to desire more. So they got that more, constantly licking at one another's tongues in these long, slow, strides.

This feeling, this taste; this was unlike anything Johann had ever experienced, and could ever even dream of experiencing. The more he kissed her, the more he forgot that this woman was technically holding him hostage. She chased him throughout his own home, and trapped him in his own garden. She even locked his head between her legs while she had her way with his body. And yet, here he was, gleefully sharing a kiss with this beautiful and erotic woman.

It was embarrassing. It was humiliating. And yet, despite this, it was also thrilling, and alluring. This woman, this jackal, exuded mystery and sensuality, which further made him desire and long for her. Yes, she was a danger... but he found that danger attractive.

“Mmmph...”

“Mmmm!”

Pushing the initiative, Phantom mounted Johann's body, where she straddled him with her hips. With a grunt, he placed his hand on her waist and hips, squeezing her, while she wrapped her arms around his shoulders to pull him in closer. More and more their lips met, kisses after kisses, while their tongues continued dancing.

Amid their kisses, Johann could feel the life and vigor start to return to his manhood. It pumped up, growing harder and thicker between his legs, whilst standing taller and taller in opposition to gravity. He could feel his energy return, and soon--

Pat!

“Mm?”

Phantom Jackal could feel it too.

Pulling her lips away from Johann's with a parting 'Chu!', the voluptuous jackal looked over her shoulder towards his cock. It was lined up perfectly with the crack of her ass, where it bounced and throbbed against her, bringing a grin to her lips.

“Naughty, naughty boy, Johannes,” said Phantom Jackal as she looked back down upon him, “With how willing you are, perhaps I'm not taking your virginity at all, but you are instead giving it to me,” placing her hand upon his chin, she stroked it gently with her thumb, “Will you give it to me, Johannes? Will you give this dashing thief your virginity?”

Johann bit his bottom lip.

“Yes!” he said through gritted teeth, “I... I'll give you my virginity!”

“Ohohohohohoho! Good boy, good boy! You should have been honest with me from the start!” reaching down and over, the voluptuous jackal grabbed his cock and aimed it up with her pussy, “Ufufufufufu! I'm going to make this throbbing cock mine! Aaaaaaalll miiinneee!”

Again Johann bit his bottom lip, while his eyes trailed down towards his erect member. Down below, he watched as Phantom Jackal moved aside her leotard, revealing her sopping wet folds. So wet, so hot, so bright; her pussy oozed with her nectar, which traveled down her thighs and stained his member.

And then it began pushing doowwwwwwn...

Pressss!

“Hnnngh!”

Johann's chest tightened, and his back arched off the ground. Even though only the head of his cock was pressing up to her pussy, he felt an exhilarating rush of pleasure and ecstasy! Seeing his face contort with barely restrained pleasure, Phantom Jackal gave a mighty and hardy laugh!

PAT!

And then she pushed down.

“AAAAHHH!”

This was it... this was it! With one flawless thrust, Johann's dick pushed right up into Phantom's core! He didn't need to move, he just had to lay there and enjoy it! Enjoy the feeling of the voluptuous jackal's perfect pussy, tightening and molding to contain his cock. This was incredible! So incredible, that it was almost too much! He nearly climaxed on the spot, but had just enough resilience to hold himself and...

Enjoy it... enjoy the feeling of having his virginity being taken by this dashing thief.

Laying on the soft grass of his garden, he stared down to where they were connected. Phantom Jackal's pussy was tight around his cock, holding it deep inside of her as she sat on his hips. This airy, erotic, womanly moan left her lips, and her purple eyes appeared to glow brighter than they had done throughout the night.

This boy... this mewling, moaning boy... why did he have such a... ahem... gifted inheritance?

Phantom Jackal groaned as his thick dick widened out her walls. While she was aware of how big his length was, there's a stark contrast to sucking a cock, and fucking it. Feeling it grind against her depths and throb deep within her core, caused ruminations to travel through the voluptuous jackal's body. And to think, she hadn't even started moving yet.

Speaking of...

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

“Oooooooh~!”

In a stunning turn of events, Phantom Rouge's infallible visage was broken, and an involuntary moan left her lips. Up and down she moved her hips, causing her ass to clap against Johann's flat pelvis. Each impact sent rippling waves along her peach-shaped posterior, and even caused her black hair to bounce up and down. And with her elegant movements, there was no discomfort, and nothing but pleasure.

Reaching up, Johann gripped Phantom's hips, holding bracing herself against him as she road his cock. Mouth spread out, he gasped and moaned, all while drinking in the erotic image of the voluptuous jackal. Her fantastic, sensual body, bounced up and down with every movement of her hips, causing her tits to jump, and her hair to flutter.

It was all so perfect! So erotic! So... beautiful! Watching Phantom Jackal move was like watching a painting in motion! It was pure beauty!

For a moment, Johann's eyes snapped between her body and her face. But that's all it took; just one moment, where his blue eyes met Phantom's purple ones. He was trapped by them, enthralled by them, where he found himself even more attracted to her mysterious visage. This woman – whoever she was – so thoroughly dismantled not only his home and its defenses, but his body... and his mind. He should be afraid of her, he should be focused on escaping her clutches under any means necessary!

But he wasn't.

Again, Johann was nothing but enthralled, nothing but attracted, nothing but magnetized to Phantom Jackal! But this went beyond the admittedly amazing sex she was blessing him with! She taught him the softness of a woman. She taught him the firmness of a woman. And what did he learn?

He learned that what he wanted in life – what he desired in life – was a strong, voluptuous woman like her! One with a personality to match! What he learned was that he coveted Phantom Jackal herself beyond all else! So when she asked...

“Mmmmph~! Do you like it?”

He could only respond with--

“YES! Aaahah! Yeeessss! I doooo! Nngghaahh! I... I've never known a woman as... wonderful as you!”

“Ufufufufufu~! You're making my heart sing!” Grab! “Huh?”

To Phantom Jackal's surprise, Johann reached up and grabbed her! One hand gripped her perfect tit, while the other hand grabbed a hold of her shoulder. With no warning, he moved in and pressed his lips to hers, taking her into a hungry, hungry kiss. She didn't hesitate to share the kiss back, and even placed her hand on his neck to hold him in closer.

Like a pair of hungry, lustful, lovers, the duo kissed in the garden's heart, their lewd tongues lashing as their lips met; again and again and again. Not only did Johann take the initiative up above, but he did so down below as well. As Phantom's riding slowed to a halt, he began thrusting with his cock, using his surprising strength to slam his dick as deep into her pussy as it could go! And while he lacked skill and precision with his hungry fucking, he more than made up for it with enthusiasm alone!

“Mmmph~! Hnnn~! Hgggh~!”

Muffled moans left Phantom Jackal's lips as she shared this kiss with Johann, and had her pussy be so thoroughly pounded by his splendid cock. She couldn't believe it! This cute boy was actually doing quite a good job at working her over! What started off as her overwhelming him, had become a true contest of wills! And while there was no doubt that she could dominate a virgin like him... the voluptuous jackal just didn't.

At least... not right away.

No, she enjoyed this pleasure, enjoyed this feeling of his thick, gifted member, pounding into her pussy with desperate, desperate need. She enjoyed the taste of their lips and tongues, and moaned from them. And she enjoyed his gripping, groping fingers as they kneaded at her illustrious and perfect physique. She enjoyed every, single, last, moment of it... up until--

“Mmm~! Mmmph~! Nmmm~! Chu! Aaah~! Ufufufufufufu~! Quite the... stunning turn of events,” said Phantom as she looked into Johann's eyes, “A boy like you is trying to get the best of me? Aaaah~! Whatsoever shall I do~?”

“You'll marry me!” he shouted back amid his thrusts, causing Phantom Jackal's eyes to widen.

Well... she certainly wasn't expecting that response! A proposal of marriage from such a young man? Admittedly, it made the voluptuous jackal's heart pick up in speed! In a high-stakes situation like this, nothing was more fantastic than a sudden admission of desire! It made her smile.

“Mmmph~! Is that true?” said Phantom Jackal as she wrapped both hands around his shoulders and neck, pulling him in to the point that their foreheads met, “Ufufufufufu~! Such a bold move, Johannes. But you'll need to prove yourself if you want me to take such an offer.”

Laying back, Phantom Jackal pulled back off of Johann's cock, and rested on the soft grass beneath her. Moans and groans left her lips as she laid one hand beside her head, while the other hand stroked down towards her pussy. Her fingers forming a 'v' above her cunt, she spread out her folds, flaunting her moist, hot, pink depths before his unflinching eyes.

“If you want me to accept that marriage proposal of yours, then you must satisfy me,” said the jackal with this alluring smirk on her lips, “For the only thing Phantom Jackal desires most in life, are worthy treasures! So... I want you to fuck my pussy harder and harder, and mess me up~!”

Her terms were laid out. He had to satisfy her with his skill if he wanted her to accept his proposal. And, sure, it was said under a moment of heated lust; who knows how they'll feel come the morning! But right here and right now, the only thing Johann wanted to do, was make Phantom Rouge his bride.

So with her order running through his head on infinite repeat, he approached her on the grass. Placing one hand on her thigh, he grasped her firmly, while his other hand gripped the base of his cock where he brought it over to her cunt. Once, twice, thrice, he tapped her folds with the head of his dick, causing her to quiver and sigh. Then he brought his cock down, where he pushed it into her awaiting cunt.

“Oooooooooohhh~~~”

Just like before, her folds separated around his dick. However, now things were different. There was something suddenly unique about the shape of his cock. Maybe it was bigger? Longer too? Phantom Jackal couldn't quite put her finger on it. But she was sure of one thing...

His cock really felt great!

Back and forth, Johann didn't hesitate to set up a strong and quick pace with his burly cock. Both hands rested on Phantom Jackal's thighs, keeping her legs spread apart so that he could have full and complete access to her awaiting pussy. And he abused that access!

Using ever inch of surprising strength within his fibrous muscles, Johann sent quake after quake through Phantom's voluptuous body. At first she kept her teeth clinched, taking impact after impact. But after one too many, her lips split and--

“Aaah~! Haah~! Aah! Ah~! Hh~! Aaah~!”

When he pushed it in and out, her pussy was being pulled inside and out as well! Her cunt was gripping on him so damn hard, so damn possessively, as if refusing to let go! When was the last time she was this damn tight!? Not even she could tell!

But that didn't stop Johann. He just kept thrusting and fucking, harder and harder! He was moving so rough, that every impact of his hips against hers, pounded the voluptuous jackal deeper into the grass! Every ounce of strength within his body, was used to bring this dashing thief, to greater and greater heights of pleasure!

She couldn't believe it! She really couldn't believe it! Was she actually considering this!? Was she actually thinking about accepting his proposal!? She was seriously falling for him and his dick! It just kept pounding, kept fucking, kept thrusting, without end! And each pound, each fuck, each thrust, brought her to higher and higher plains of pleasure that she's never experienced before! It was so damn amazing!!!

But it didn't just stop there! Even with his cock thrusting into her cunt, Johann was going to go easy on Phantom Jackal. This was a challenge, and Goethe's always succeed at challenges, even if they have to cheat in order to do so. And while he wasn't the wisest in the ways of love and of flesh, seeing those tits of hers bounce furiously before his face, attracted Johann's eyes like a moth to a flame. So he reached out for her, and--

“Nooooo-hoooo~! Nooooo! S-stop! Not my nippleeeeess~!”

His fingers pressed into her firm tits, where he gripped them, groped them, and then began flicking her nipples. Those hardened nubs were smacked and slapped every which way, while her tits continued to bounce furiously. So furiously in fact, that she felt them smack against her chin!

“Make me cum! MAKE ME CUM!!!” Phantom Jackal shouted, while Johann clinched his teeth.

“Me too!” he groaned, “Aaaaah! I-I can't hold it back!”

“Then don't! Nnhh~! Shoot it out! SHOOT IT OUT! Pour your spunk inside of mee-EEEEEEEEEHH~~!”

THWAP!

“AAAH!”

The thrusting! The fucking! It all built up to this! From his balls it roared, building and building and building until finally--

SPURRRT!!!

And it was matched with--

SSQURRRT!!!

Deep, deep, deep inside of her, Phantom Jackal felt an eruption of cum flood her cunt. Like her mouth and throat before, semen coated every inch of her cunt and womb. But this was so much more... potent than that. On a finite level, she felt the boy between her legs sow the seeds of life within her garden.

So to speak...

In response, she gave him confirmation in the form of her own climax. The hot, clear, odorous orgasm of a woman, completely coated and stained Johann's pelvis and thighs, marring him. But it wasn't an explosion, it was a steady, squirting stream, which arched high enough to even stain his stomach, before petering out.

Together, the two laid there in the grass of the garden, panting and moaning for breath as their eyes met; blue on purple. Leaning in, Johann's nose met Phantom Jackal's getting closer and closer... before their lips pursed in unison, and they again met for a kiss.

This was amazing. This was erotic. This was beautiful. This was draining.

Johann's eyes began quivering as he shared this kiss with Phantom, one that started to slow considerably on his end. Desperate though he was to see this to the end, he just didn't have the energy in his body to do so. Incidentally, his lips pulled away from Phantom's, and his tired blue eyes looked into her purple ones.

She was smiling at him.

His mind struggled to think. He wanted to say something, but the words just weren't there. So instead he reached up, and placed his hand on her cheek... then guided his hand up to her mask. Gripping it, he slowly started pulling it off her face, and she didn't stop him. She didn't need to stop him.

His body gave out.

“Aaah...”

Plap...

And he fell face first into her tits.

Drained beyond belief, Johann couldn't even keep himself up anymore... and passed out right then and there. When he fell, he removed Phantom Jackal's mask, revealing her face to no one but the silent garden around them.

“Ufufufufufu... oh... Johannes,” she cooed into his slumbering ear, “Haaah... you may have given me a treasure more important than the Chameleon Crystal itself. Ufufufufu... haaaah... now then...” she looked away, “Let's get moving...”

…

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“Huh!? Phantom!? Wh... what?”

His bedroom. Johann was in his bedroom... Johann was in his bedroom? Why was he in his bedroom!?

Eyes wide and face confused, the young man gazed across the wide space of his bedroom, seeing the wall on the other end. Ears rumbling, he turned to face the window-doors next to his bedside. Pulling himself out of his endless and soft sheets, he stumbled towards his balcony, where he opened his curtains to reveal his estate, and the morning sun hanging in the sky above. Mouth agape, all he could do was gasp in confusion, before turning around to face the rest of his bedroom.

What happened? How did he get here? Wasn't he with Phantom Jackal? Yes, they were in the garden, fucking like a couple of March hares! But now he was in his bedroom? Fully dressed in his pajamas and everything? What... what happened?

Confused and bewildered, Johann rubbed the temples of his head. He could feel the thumping of a headache surge through his skull, like was suffering from a hangover... despite the fact that he doesn't drink. Maybe he hit his head? And if he hit his head... then... did that mean he just dreamed up everything that happened last night? No, no, no! That's impossible! Sure, he can have an active imagination at times, but not to that degree!

Unless!

Unless...

He was reading last night... and stories about daring heists and thrilling mysteries were a favorite of his. Perhaps it was possible that he was reading one such story, struck his head, then dreamed up everything that happened with Phantom Jackal. But even then, how did he get to his bedroom? Did he carry himself here in a headache-induced stupor? Maybe...

But, no, that didn't sound possible! That couldn't have been a dream! It was too real to be a dream! But if it wasn't a dream, and it all actually happened, then... where did Phantom Jackal go?

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!”

“Huh...? M-mother?”

The sound of his mother's screams caused Johann to face the door. Alerted and worried, he quickly rushed for the doorway, where he ran through the halls of his estate. At this time of day, the morning servants had arrived to clean up the signs of yesterday's party. Had one of them attacked his mother and that's why she was screaming? It wouldn't be the first time.

But... no...

Skidding to a halt, Johann came to the Goethe family museum. When he rounded the corner and entered inside, he saw that all the display cases had been raised from their hiding spots within. Their priceless treasures laid inside, perfectly sealed as they should be. All of them... except for one.

“Where is it!? WHERE IS IT!?” shouted his mother as she palmed at the case in front of her, before looking around like she was searching for a scurrying rat, “WHERE IS THE CHAMELEON CRYSTAL!?!?!?!?!?”

It was gone. The Chameleon Crystal was gone. Its display case was completely empty... but, no, that's not true. Resting there on the stand that the priceless diamond once occupied... was a piece of folded paper.

While his mother searched in vain for their family's beloved treasure, Johann walked up to the case and opened it up. Reaching inside, he grabbed the folded paper and pulled it out, revealing it to be a letter.

To the Goethe family. You have been visited by the dashing, the alluring, the striking, Phantom Jackal!

And to sign it off, instead of using a signature, this letter used a golden kiss mark.

Johann stared at the letter, reading it again and again and again... before focusing his gaze on the lipstick mark at the bottom of it. His mother was still screaming and freaking out over the missing Chameleon Crystal... but he smiled. It was a warm smile, a passionate smile, a romantic smile as well. This letter... this letter told him everything.

It was real. Everything was real.

That dashing, the alluring, the striking, Phantom Jackal. With those words swirling through Johann's head, he clutched close the letter they received from her. For the first time in a long time, he felt invigorated... alive. And it felt amazing. Sure, his family lost a prize possession – one he was actually quite fond of – but it was worth it to spend a night with her. A night he'd never forget... a night that would never be topped.

Never...

“Call the police... CALL THE POLICE!!!” his mother shouted, while he remained standing there, smiling like a goofy, love-struck idiot, “GET A DETECTIVE DOWN HERE NOOOOWWW!!!”

…

So that's it, huh? One night after a party his mother threw, Johann was visited by a dashing thief, one who absconded with his family's prized jewel... as well as his heart. It was a night he thought fondly of, a night that changed his view on life as a whole. But what happened after that night? Well... life just continued on. There was an investigation, yes, but like all of the infamous thief's famous 'performances', the investigation hit a brick wall. No one knew who Phantom Jackal was. She had been stealing from high-profile targets for years, and this was just another in her growing lists of heists. Despite how much of a hissy-fit his mother may have been throwing, the authorities were no closer to catching her now than they ever had been in the past.

But ya'know what? Johann really didn't care. How could he care whenever the thought of Phantom Jackal brought a smile to his face? Besides, being visited by the dashing thief had other changes on his life, the least of which being...

“Hey, Johann!”

The popularity it brought him in school.

Johann walked through the halls of his academy, dressed in its black and gold attire with a satchel on his shoulder. Osmond Academy was its name, and its where the best and brightest... or, well, richest, go in order to further along their already staggering lives. Therefor, it goes to reason that it was stocked with others whose families matched his in prestige.

Johann looked over his shoulder towards some of his classmates, shooting them an indifferent look. They were smiling, he was not. This song and dance had quickly become familiar to him, especially as the thieving only occurred a few weeks ago.

“Hey, Johann!” said his classmates as they surrounded him in the hall, “You've gotta tell us what happened at your house! Did you see the Phantom Jackal? She stole from you, right?”

“How many times do I have to tell you guys this? I slept through it all,” he said as they began heading for their next classes, “I didn't see anything. She came, she stole our crystal, and then she left, and that's that.”

“I don't believe you!” said another one of his classmates, “There's no way you could sleep through it all! You had to have at least heard her, right?”

“She's stolen from palaces under the noses of kings and queens, she's performed heists on ships out at sea, and she's done so much more than that! My estate's defenses weren't going to stop her, and neither was I,” he shrugged his shoulder, “You guys are just trying to make something bigger than it actually was.”

They laughed at him, chuckled, showing that they didn't believe his words. And, yeah, they were right. Of course, Johann had never shared with anyone what actually happened the night Phantom Jackal appeared. He told everyone that he slept through it all. That was good enough for the investigators, his mother, and mostly everyone.

But he knew the truth, and he kept it so close and dear to his heart.

BING! BONG! BONG! BING!

The sound of the bell overhead caused everyone to quickly make way for their next lessons. His colleagues all dispersed, while Johann headed towards his next class, which was History. There were rumors and murmurs that the previous history teacher for this class had retired. He was an old man, so that wasn't too surprising. Still, who was going to replace him?

Well, whatever. It was just another teacher. It's not like Johann hasn't had hundreds of teachers throughout his life.

Upon entering class, he saw that this new teacher had yet to arrive. The desks were steadily filled out by his classmates, and he was one of them. Readying his things, Johann was prepared for yet another lecture that would soon blend in with the thousands of lectures he's had already. But then the door opened to the class, and the conversations of his fellow colleagues died down into whispers and murmurs. It grew so low that...

Click... Click... Click...

He could hear the clicks of high-heeled feet walking through the classroom. And something about it sounded so... familiar.

Slowly he brought his gaze away from his desk and things, where he looked across the classroom towards the blackboard at the back. And there standing before the class, was the voluptuous body of a jackal. Dressed in business casual with a tight, form fitting blouse and pencil skirt, she had her back to them as she placed her things upon the teacher's desk. But once everything was squared away, she turned to face everyone... and Johann's eyes grew wide.

Her long and pointed snout was elegant and sleek. She had jet-black hair which was tamed in this regal bun at the back, while curly bangs hung over the right side of her face in a cool veil. Her body was layered in golden-brown fur. And she had a height that towered over his.

But all of this paled in comparison to this woman's eyes. Her deep... enthralling... majestic... purple eyes. They looked down upon Johann with a faint glow behind them, while her gold-colored lips curled into a fetching smile.

When she looked out through the class, her purple eyes met Johann's blue ones. His eyes were wide, his mouth agape, while she merely smiled at him with this vivacious and alluring smirk. And even though that mask wasn't there, he'd know that smile from anywhere.

“Good morning, class!” said the jackal as she looked at Johann specifically, “My name is Nesica Wilds. I will be your new history teacher from this moment on! Ufufufufufu! I hope you're ready to learn the treasures of the past!”