Entering her room, she sees Jacob on her bed, naked - and her mother on the television. The young man strokes his cock, looking up as she enters. "Oh, hey! I saw you had a VHS player, so I wanted to try it out - I like ancient technology." He chuckles, still stroking his manhood in both hands. "I didn't know you liked old porn. Who is this lady, she's so fucking hot!" He says excitedly. Luckily for the heiress, this tape seems to have been one of the ones where her mother and Oscar didn't talk particularly much before getting to the action, and Jacob seems to think that this is just some generic old porn video.
Harry kisses her hard, needily, not domineering like Hammer or Duke, but every bit as intense, like he's a man dying of thirst and she's an oasis. "I-I..." He gulps nervously. "I-If you do..."
"J-jacob!" She gasped hurriedly turning down the volume to avoid alerting Lawrence. "Th-this, you can't be here. I know it's late, but what if Lawrence saw you?" She then changes the topic, hoping that he doesn't see any of her mother's portraits. The heiress still in her costume as she stands in front of the boy, blocking the television. "We... have to be more careful now." Yet she couldn't remain angry, due to the hypnotic suggestion making her see him in a positive, even romantic light.
"What if he did?" Jacob raises an eyebrow, shifting his attention from the screen to her. "He's going to find out about us eventually - you're not exactly quiet when we're together." He chuckles, before his expression softens, and he takes her hands. "Alright, if you want me to go, I'll go."
"I think it would be good for you, you know... therapeutic." she explained. "I don't want you to have fantasies that you feel like you need to keep from me. I want you to share them with me." The corners of her mouth turned upward in an impish smile. "Plus if I'm honest, I thought it was pretty hot too."
"N-no that's not what I meant... I just... he's a bit strict, so if he finds out about us, he might make you leave." Vanessa mumbles, holding his hands in return, despite Jacob's hypnotic suggestion, her bond with Lawrence was just too close. Preventing the heiress from making a choice between her lover, and her father figure. "Don't... you're... already here, so we can just..." She blushes, not letting go of his hands. "B-but you can't sleep here, Lawrence will be checking on you in your room later to start your training."
"Okay, honey..." He nods in agreement, before managing a smile. "Y-Yeah... I kinda got that impression." He kisses her again. "Let's do it, then. Sorry, this evening was supposed to be about relaxing you after a hard day at work, and here I am making it about me and my weirdness."
"How could he make me leave?" Jacob asks, confused. "He's just the butler - you're the one who owns the place." He grins as she tells him not to leave. "Okay, no sleeping - but there's other things we can do..."
...Did that work? Can't really tell. Sonata ducks under a swiping claw then reaches his hand higher up the man's torso in an effort to reach the giant's chest and try again, targeting the man's lungs, heart, and major arteries.
Vanessa couldn't bring herself to answer his question, especially not after he grinned. "Y-yeah, other... things." She gulped, realizing that since he managed to search for those hidden videos, Jacob has probably seen the few sex toys she does keep around.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Sonata: 80+10 Brute: 20+10 Pressing his hands against the gangster's muscular chest, Sonata sends forth a wave of sound, and hears a loud pop from inside him. The...whatever he is goes rigid, before slumping forward, nearly collapsing on top of Sonata, before crashing to the floor, unmoving. Strangely, though, he doesn't seem...dead. It's a bizarre experience - the man's heart exploded, and he's not moving, but there's...something weird, something that isn't happening like what happens when the hero kills someone normal. Continued examination doesn't reveal anything more, though.
Jenny chuckled before she kissed him back. "Oh Harry, we're a team. It's not about you or me, it's about us. Anything that's important to you is important to me. Plus, you worked wonders on the knots in my muscles thank you! So now it's my turn to help you explore your psychological knots... not weirdness." Jenny snuggled deeper into her husband then and smiled up at him. "So tell me all about them..."
"I...I had a dream last night." He gulps. "Y-You were wearing my old girlfriend's cheer uniform...And you were surrounded by guys. Big, rough looking thugs - the type we put in prison. A-And some of them had the faces of m-my bullies."
Vanessa shuddered as he asked his question, "R-right now, I... I want you to..." She gulped, getting on the bed with him. "I want you to... fuck me hard... and rough..." The heiress feels her arousal grow with every word she spoke, "I want you to try and... overpower me." She whispered.
"Is that right?" He grins, as his hands travel across her body. "That's a pretty shameful thing for a heroine to want, isn't it? As you wish." He presses her down on the bed, mounting her.
Jenny nodded and listened to him intently, she wanted to make him feel comfortable discussing this. "I was wearing her old cheer uniform huh." she moved so that her lips were beside his ear. "Was it a sweater and skirt combo? Was I wearing panties underneath?" Her hands moved down to his pants where she unfastened his belt and unzipped his fly. Her hand reached into his pants to grab his penis. "Did they push me down and bend me over? Did they hike up my skirt and expose my pussy? Was I already wet? Did the look on my face say 'I want this'?"
That kind of felt like feeling him up for a second... Sonata shakes the thought away. Not the time! You just burst a man's heart, Nico! He stares at his trembling left hand, processing the newfound application of his power. I-I should only that as a last resort. He clears his throat. Is he still alive...? He won't be happy if he gets back up. Sonata turns and sprints down the hallway, making haste for the auditorium.
"Aaahn." Feeling his hands all over her body, Vanessa's nipples grow stiff as they poke against the thin fabric of her leotard. Then as he pins her against the bed as he mounts her, he'd see her juices seeping through the fabric of her costume, "Y-you... you'll never break me." She whispered, acting as if he's a villain who has captured her.
"Y-Yeah, it was. No...you weren't..." Harold's breaths come in ragged gasps, and as Jenny undoes his fly to expose his manhood, she finds that where he was already hard before, he's harder now. "T-They were fucking you from behind, ooh, you were drenched... I-It wasn't a l-look on your face.. You were begging for more..."
