An immortal, she had heard of them before when she was little. Several years before she came to this town, they were creatures that lived for all eternity watching the world around them change while they themselves did not. The funny thing about them though was that they could be killed, immortals weren't as 'immortal' as the name claimed. The idea of having not only met one but being owned by one sent goosebumps down her spine, it was both a thrilling and a scary idea. Of course now she knew why she hadn't been able to beat him in strength, even someone like her couldn't match their strength, not alone. Willow became curious about what kind of immortal he was but new he wouldn't tell her, it was obvious when he had said 'the most I'll tell you right now' which also made her curious on why he would hide it. Listening to him talk about his age she closed her eyes, it was obvious he had had stopped keeping tack. Lucky him, there was a difference in not keeping track and not remembering and she knew it. He had stopped counting while she had forgotten, or course she had decided to pick an age for herself that seemed to suit her appearance well but she still didn't know.
That wasn't the only thing she didn't remember, in fact, Willow had no memories previous of 3 years before coming to the town. Having woken up as a small child in the bed at a church with bandages wrapped around her body was the first memory she had, well besides her name. Strangely enough while she had forgotten everything Willow had still remembered her name. But, no matter what anyone tried her memories refused to return and so she had given up on ever getting them back. Why try and get something you can't have? It was foolish to dream that one day she'd wake up and all of her memories would be back.
She continued to listen to him talk, well, until he mentioned his cock. Her face turned a bright red, she had wanted to forget what had happened. Or rather part of her did and part of her didn't, it was a constant battle in her mind. "T-that's.... A-anyone would enjoy sex after a while even when it's forced on them. It's only natural to enjoy something like that. And as for y-your attention and t-touch I thin you're delusional old man, why would I like, let alone want such things? I'm a thief that steals in order to survive, I require no one's attention or touch. Especially yours, why should I accept someone I don't even know? Why would I accept someone as my 'master' when that person only takes things by force?" When his fingers entered her pussy Willow froze gasping softly as her body trembled excitedly, it felt good and with the fact that her body was still sensitive it didn't take much for her to get turned on. She squirmed against him trying not to moan, "I am not hesitating, I am merely telling you the truth...besides you'd have to ask them and not me anyway, i may be their protector and friend but I do not control them."
Feeling his finger curl and move inside her made Willow's body tremble excitedly as she squirmed against him, when he found and stroked her G-Spot she muffled a moan keeping her eyes shut tight trying to ignored the pleasure. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being right about her enjoying his touch and attention but it was very hard to do so. Willow laughed softly at his claim of her being greedy, most thieves were greedy. That's what usually drove them to steal, they wanted something someone else had and wanted it for themselves. However, Willow wasn't like that with him, or she didn't think she was. "Nya....Y-you're wrong, I don't need anyone's a-attention. I want to protect them from...well i don't know really but they are all I have. I met most of them when I woe up in a church when I was younger covered in bandages with no memory, they easily accepted me despite that fact and even came with when I decided to live here."
She wasn't sure why she had told him that but it didn't matter much, it wasn't like he could use her memory loss against her. A small pur like moan escaped her lips as he nibbled on her ear, what he was promising sounded impossibly good and maybe that's why she was so drawn to the idea. He was offering her something she had never had and yet she didn't want to admit to wishing to stay. At the mention of being given her desires and everything that she wished for Willow's ear twitched a bit and she separated herself from him and this time to keep from going back she stepped out of the large bath. Keeping her back to him she wrapped her arms around herself and her tail wrapped around her leg, it was a bit cold standing there dripping wet but she didn't care at the moment. As she spoke her voice cracked becoming a bit softer and colder at the same time, tinged with sadness. "Who are you to talk of such things? You do not now me so don't go offering false hope."
She chuckled softly but it had more sadness in it then anything else, turning and keeping her arms wrapped around her front she looked at him. "No matter how many times they tried no one could do it, what is once lost can never be regained. 'I shall grant you what your heart desires the most' they would promise to the child with nothing but a name..." Willow paused for a moment, almost as if she was telling a story of some kind. Her eyes dulled a bit as she sat on the floor. "The child would always give the same reply, 'I want to remember, no matter how sad or how painful I want to know who I am. That is my only wish, that is what my heart desires the most.' And each and every person who promised such a thing tried different methods to get her to remember. However, no matter how hard they tried or how many tests the young child was put through her memories refused to return. As the young child grew older and time passed and unforgettable events accured she gave up on ever remembering... Who she had once been, who her family had been, why she had been covered in wounds. It all would remain a mystery forever."