Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

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Sayori had been expecting a quick, polite shake of the hand, and yet he took the few extra moments to really sell his own introduction. He was quite charming, the woman taking a liking to him immediately, thinking to herself that he was the type of man who would make a really good neighbor- playful, easy-going, and with a treasure trove of cool stories most likely. He wasn't hard on the eyes either, the woman finding him quite pleasant to look at.

She looked affectionately between the two men as Vin moved to Sabastian's side, thinking to herself that while they didn't look like they'd run into each other in their normal lives, they seemed to fit together very well. It was so adorable the way Sabastian had gotten a pleased smile on his face as he leaned against Vin's side, his own arm coming around Vin to rest tentatively on his hip. It didn't look as natural, as though Sabastian wasn't sure if he should or not, but it seemed as though he also wanted to be physically affectionate. Sayori shipped it.

"Jesus," Sabastian said in an almost impressed voice at the story with the boar, the man thinking to himself that Vin was lucky that a bone popping out was getting off light in a lot of ways. Still, the thought of Vin jumping out of a tree and onto a wild pig like some kind of hunter was kind of exciting, the blonde kind of wishing he could see something like that. He had lived some of his life in small towns, but most of it in cities, so he hadn't gotten much of an outdoorsy experience. Thus, he wondered what else Vin had gotten up to in his forest fun.

"Got this one done when I sixteen... You might not be able to tell, but it's a cover up. Something pretty and that reminds me of something I enjoy a bit more."

The blonde had wondered what Vin had been referring to, having leaned around Vin to see what it was. When his eyes landed on it and took in the image, he felt a his cheeks heat a bit more in realization. Obviously, it represented Vin's love of women and men, though he hadn't realized how much of Vin's type he really was until the tattoo was pointed out to him. It was a bit funny in a way though, that in some ways he embodied both of those figures what with his "pirate eye patch" that he often had to wear. He looked up just at the right moment to meet Vin's eyes, the man feeling a tad shy in regards to the man's flirting. For this reason he crossed his arms and looked away, though it was obvious that despite that body language, he was actually quite pleased at Vin's attentions.

"What's it covering up?"

"Just a bad time in my life. Regrets. You know how it goes."

The exchange brought Sabastian's attention back to Vin, looking up at him and wondering to himself just why he looked... like there was something buried not only under the tattoo, but also within his burly chest. What kind of tattoo was it covering up and why was Vin avoiding the answer to that question? Had it been some kind of weird group tattoo, or perhaps it was an offensive tattoo from a time when Vin may have been trying to fit in with the wrong crowd? His curiosity was bubbling inside him, but he knew it wasn't right for him to be digging into Vin's business. Perhaps it would come out with time, or perhaps he would ask at the right time or place.

"Wow, I would never have expected for it to be a cover-up..." Sayori absent-mindedly leaned forward and reached out, her finger tracing one of the lines of the skirt as she made out one of the original lines. A moment or two later though, a bit of realization hit her and she snatched her hand back from him and gave him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, that was very rude of me to just touch you without asking." It wasn't that she recognized the tattoo (she didn't), it was more that she barely knew him and shouldn't have just assumed it was okay to run her finger on his skin. Even if it was just is arm, it was inappropriate and she should have known better. She only hoped she hadn't made the man feel uncomfortable.

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He let the soothing nature of her hand on his shoulder ease some of his inner turmoil, focusing on the smooth way her palm traveled over the fabric of his shirt. She hadn't really told him too much about her "guardian," so he had been curious as to what she might say. Upon hearing it though, it only made him feel angry and slightly confused. Why, if one could have the love and attention of their parents and peers, would someone actively seek to discard such things in favor of pain and misery?

It was simply inconceivable to Damien that anyone could actually like the screams of pain of another person, or enjoy the utter desperation that person must feel when begging for the pain to stop. Lust was enjoyable, love was enjoyable, pain and suffering was not. He had to admit that the one thing he liked about fear, anger, and hatred directed at him by the women he had taken was that it was their honest feelings, though he didn't enjoy invoking them in those women. For that reason, he typically tried to convince them that they wouldn't be harmed as quickly as possible.

"That's not you, Damien. You don't enjoy it when you hurt people."

The man sighed and shook his head again, "no, I don't enjoy hurting people... But I did it anyway because I was selfish. I think that perhaps that's what he and I might really have in common." He paused before a softer look came to his eyes, "but I think the difference between us is that I'm not satisfied with that. I don't want to be selfish at the expense of others anymore... I want to be able to stand tall next to you and know that it's where I belong."

 

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Lizzy was making some coffee in the kitchen, trying to be quiet for once and not draw any attention to herself. Damaris had been teasing the shit out of her for the last two days, relentlessly keeping her on the edge of blissful release before drawing back at the last second and leaving her a crying mess. To say that she was frustrated would have been an understatement, and over the last twenty four hours she had been becoming increasingly pissy and just outright being a bitch, despite her best efforts not to. Of course, Demmy would take advantage of any little outburst she showed to sneak them away and push her even further, and she didn't need to be told to stay away from Maverick-she was avoiding any human contact as best she could because she was afraid she was going to lose her shit from the sheer frustration of getting no relief from the heat between her legs. She had already gotten really mad at the poor guy for taking a bit too long in the bathroom, which was hypocritical, she knew, but she was just so fucking horny. She may not have had balls, but she imagined it might be nicer to just have some aches and pain then this...emotional bullshit that left her almost crying at the drop of a dime.

Reaching down, she yanked the hem of the dress down her thigh a bit, hating that she had to wear Damaris's clothes because all the taller women had was slutty dresses. Well, that wasn't completely true, but that's all that Lizz had been allowed access to, and when she suddenly felt a warm hand wrapping around her belly and making her jump, she found out why.

"Did you already heat the water?"

A warm breath on her neck, then teasing teeth nipping her skin. Lizzy felt her heart kick up a notch as Damaris leaned her whole body against her back, and the hand that was on her stomach moved down to lift her dress, those talented fingers finding her naked and wet pussy.

"No, not...not yet" she panted, her hands flying out to hold onto the counter.

"Demmy please! It hurts!"

She all but stomped her feet on the floor as she pleaded her case, the frustration rising just as fast as her lust. What had she done to deserve this? Was stealing one little wine bottle really worth all this pain? Apparently so, because the next thing the little mechanic knew, a hand was placed between her shoulder blades and her face was soon on the counter, leaving her pussy almost exposed to the morning air. If she dared to even move an inch, she knew her tight little cunt would be on full display for anyone that happened to walk in the room.
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"Wow, I would never have expected for it to be a cover-up..."

Vin turned his attention back down to her, watching as she curiously touched the lines. He hadn't thought much of it until she withdrew her hand and apologized. Unlike the last time someone has traced a finger down his ink, he knew it was just an absent minded touch, and innocent. Giving a little laugh again, he waved slightly with the hand her fingers had been near, and said,

"You're all good. My sister's a very good artist-you're not the first person who's done that."

He was tempted to be a be a bit flirty and say something lighthearted, like he didn't mind being touched by pretty ladies, but while he hadn't been in a solid relationship in some time, he hadn't forgotten his manners. Maybe with time and some more solid trust between them, he could open up a bit more without worrying about Sabastian getting his feelings hurt, but for right now he didn't want to risk that. Vin was charismatic, and liked to play with people who knew how to keep things casual, but he wasn't sure if Sabastian knew that game yet, nor if the little blond would even be okay with it. Though on the one hand, Vin really liked seeing him get flustered and riled up, as it gave him an excuse to turn around the show the little man just why the words would only be words, and Sabastian would be the only one getting all his attentions.

"So are you two going to take the red car? We should probably get heading out soon" he said, glancing down at Sabastian to see if they were ready.
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"but I think the difference between us is that I'm not satisfied with that. I don't want to be selfish at the expense of others anymore... I want to be able to stand tall next to you and know that it's where I belong."

She gave him a little smile before moving closer, her body soon leaning up so that she could give him a soft kiss. When she leaned back down, her expression was very affectionate, and her hands came up to rub his arms.

"I want that too. And I want you to feel like you've earned it."

She took a step back then, her hands letting him go in favor of holding each other behind her back as she gave him a playful look, trying to lighten the mood a bit now that, hopefully, his worries had been settled a bit.

"Besides, how else would you stand next to me? Because even with high heels, I'm pretty sure, I couldn't look over your shoulders."

 

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Having just fed some of the animals at Damaris's request, he started off back toward the house. It was around this time that more coffee was usually made and he wanted a cup of that bitter energy before the other two ladies drank it all.

Maverick had stayed in the hopes that perhaps he could get another taste of Damaris, but it seemed as though he would have to be patient. She hadn't initiated anything with him since their first encounter, seemingly more focused on Lizz at the moment. It was a bit frustrating; their fuck had been incredible and he couldn't deny that he craved her. Though it wasn't like he was infatuated with her strong presence, hot body, or commanding demeanor or anything, he could leave at any time... He just chose not to. Yeah.

For the past couple days, he had noticed that Liz's attire seemed to be getting sluttier and sluttier, the man wondering to himself why this was the case. The woman didn't seem like the type who liked dressing like that all the time, and he knew she certainly wasn't doing it for him. It wasn't really necessary for her to try to "seduce" Damaris, so he suspected that it might have been Damaris suggesting these outfits. Why she was doing it other than the fact that Lizz was total eye-candy was beyond him- it could have even been that simple. In fact, part of him had a suspicion that she might have been doing it to tease Maverick as well. The joke was on her though since it only gave him more spank material.

He couldn't deny that he had snuck some looks at the spunky mechanic when he could. The way those dresses clung to her and tried to inch up her thighs really got him going. That was a bit more rare, seeing as she always seemed to be running off someone and in a terrible mood no less. She had even disturbed his dump at one point, banging on the door and making it clear that she was unimpressed with the time he was taking for his bowel movement. Why she was so irritated, he had no clue and he didn't intend to get involved. After all, getting chewed out by Lizz was not on his list of fun things to do today. Still, it could be worse. Living alone with two gorgeous women was definitely a treat.

The man walked through the side door, the door having been left open to let some of the cool air into the house. He wasn't really paying much attention to anything as he pondered about whether he was in the mood for a snack. Turning a corner, he looked up to see Lizz bent over the counter by Damaris. His eyes widened and he froze, though in his shock he was unable to move an inch. God, it was such a fucking erotic sight that he could practically feel the blood draining from his head and going straight to his cock. They were being pretty fucking bold right now, doing this right in the middle of the kitchen. His cock started to strain against his jeans, his eyes trying to memorize every detail of the two women's position.

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"Thanks," Sayori had responded, feeling a bit relieved.

"So are you two going to take the red car? We should probably get heading out soon"

She nodded and glanced at Quint. "Mhm. We'll be taking the convertible. You guys are more than welcome to join us if you want, but I think the other car probably holds four more comfortably." With that, she walked over to the red car and got in the driver's seat, buckling her seat belt and putting the keys in the ignition. If Quint wanted to drive, they could rock-paper-scissors for it, but she really liked driving cool cars, so she hoped he'd be okay with being a passenger again. Reaching into the glovebox, she took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on, looking back at Quint and gesturing at him to come over.

"Get in, loser. We're going shopping."

Meanwhile, Sabastian watched her wander away before giving Vin a playful smile, "we should probably get in the other car. I feel like your hair would whip you in the eyes if we went with those two, and I probably don't have time to braid it. Speaking of..." He tilted his head slightly and put his hands behind his head, starting to wonder backwards towards Damien's car.

"We never got that date. I'm going to have to make it up to you somehow or come up with another date idea."

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That kiss almost felt like a reward- like a sweet treat given to him for articulating his resolve.

"I want that too. And I want you to feel like you've earned it.... Besides, how else would you stand next to me? Because even with high heels, I'm pretty sure, I couldn't look over your shoulders."

The man raised his eyebrow, a bit of an amused smile coming to him. "I suppose you're right. Although, if you'd like I can walk around on my knees. That might even the playing field." A little chuckle came from him, the man putting his hands in is pockets.

Looking down, he brought one of his hands back out with the keys to the car, thumbing the smooth metal of one of the keys before looking up at her. "Alright. So, who should drive? My back feels good enough for me to be driving, but I think Vin's hands need some time to heal. It's gotta be you, me, or Sabastian. I'm not sure where we're going either though. The only heading we have right now is either my safehouse, or "away from the General." Maybe we should just drive for a couple days and take turns so we don't have to stop."

 

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She had shifted herself to the side just a bit before placing Lizzy down, actually hoping that Maverick would walk in on them. Infact, she had purposefully chose the shortest dress that she could get Lizz into today because she knew there was a good chance the well muscled man was going to come in for some coffee, and it was more than just a little romp for the dominant women.

Damaris loved Lizzy, and that was saying something because she really didn't love many people. It was a different kind of love, of course, not quite romantic, but certainly not family either. Well, at least when Vin wasn't around. When her brother was around, then they both strictly played that sibling game, neither of them breathing a word as to what they got up to behind closed doors. But anyway, it was because of this love that she had been extremely upset at the little women for stealing something. It didn't matter how small-it could have been a chocolate bar, you simply didn't steal from the people you loved, and she was going to make sure Lizz learned her lesson. Gently, of course, but she wasn't going to let her forget it.

Shooting a neutral glance over at Maverick, she stared at him for just a brief moment before she flashed him just the smallest smile and wink. Her dark eyes then turned down to that plump, perfectly heart shaped ass as her hand roamed up Lizzy's inner thigh, making the little women whimper as it skipped past her hot sex and tugged the dress up a few inches. Now she was completely exposed, the morning light coming through the window revealing her glistening sex.

"Do you need to cum, Lizzy?" Damaris asked, giving Maverick another little grin.

"Yes! Plee-eease Demmy! I can't do this anymore!"

Her feet shuffled on the ground impatiently, and it was clear by the way she spoke that she was on the verge of tears.

"Alright. I'll let you cum."

"Oh thank, thank you-"

"But you're going to have to ask Maverick to help you."

"What?!" the little women screamed, propelling herself up off the counter and whipping around while her hands went to cover her ass. Her soft brown eyes landed on the man, wide as saucers and glistening with frustrated tears, and her face turned three shades darker. Just as she was about to open her mouth to protest, Damaris reached down and, with strength born from years of physical labor, flipped the little girl right back over and had her face back on that counter in less than a second. Her dress was then pulled up harshly and Damaris began to ruthlessly spank that little ass, once, twice, three times... She didn't stop until Lizzy started to scream and cry, her legs shaking and her pouty lips begging for mercy. It was only then that the strong women soothed her heated bum with slightly calloused fingers.

"You stole something, Lizzy. Tell Maverick what you stole."

"It, it, it w-was a bottle of wine!" she cried.

"Now tell him, are you ever going to steal something again?"

"N-no!"

"There ya go" she said, giving her ass a much gentler spank, though with that last harsh round it left Lizzy flinching and letting out a little yelp.

"Now, do you still need to cum?"

This was the moment of truth, and it took almost a full minute before Lizz could whimper out an answer.

"Yes..."

"Well, you better ask him nicely then. I don't know if he'll be merciful to a thief."

Lizzy looked up at Damaris's cold stare, her own eyes now puffy and red with her crying. She didn't dare to stand up though, knowing that without being given permission, the older women was likely to light her soft cheeks up again. So, she sniffled and swallowed hard before she very reluctantly looked over her shoulder and met Mavericks gaze, a deep pleading for mercy in her eyes.

"Maverick, can you...can you please help me cum? Please? It hurts" she sobbed, laying her head down on the counter in defeat. Oh no, she was definitely, never, EVER, going to steal anything again.
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"Get in, loser. We're going shopping."

Quint gave her a huge grin and a 'one second' gesture before he turned and started walking over to his sister, intent on borrowing her phone. Indeed, they definitely were going shopping. He hadn't forgot his promise from last night, though it was just going to be a matter of finding a safe route, and a safe place... Still, the mall seemed like the best bet. Although, unless he got some kind of sign from Fran, then he would probably have to turn them away at the last few miles. Any place was unfortunately dangerous right now, though they had a few things on their side today. Like there being a nice breeze-all the better to sniff the rats out with.

"Speaking of... We never got that date. I'm going to have to make it up to you somehow or come up with another date idea."

Delvin watched him with an amused smile, his own hands going to the pockets of his jeans as he started casually stalking forward, a bit of hungriness coming to his eyes as he responded.

"Oh you're definitely going to make it up to me little man" he said a bit quietly, his voice taking on a slightly deeper tone before he suddenly launched forward and tried to playfully grab at him.

"I suppose you're right. Although, if you'd like I can walk around on my knees. That might even the playing field."

Her face had gone from amused, to shocked, and then ending up with a deep blush coming to her cheeks as she stared at him and tried to articulate a sentence. Why did the mental image of him crawling towards her, in any capacity, send such a shock through her system? It had been the same back at the cabin, when he had came crawling up the bed and completely throwing her defenses out the window.

"I'm not sure where we're going either though."

She had just swallowed and cleared her throat, her flustered eyes having had to look away for a moment, when she thought about how to answer that. Unfortunately, Quint beat her to it, rudely skipping up to her side and totally making her feel a whole new wave of embarrassment, and not in a good way.

"We're going, that way!" he proclaimed, raising a whole arm up in the air before pointing a finger in the general direction of the mall.

"No wild herds of horses, hordes, or pile ups in that general direction. Now, you," he said, his eyes turning down to his sister.

"Phone, smokes, let's go."

He held his hand out toward her and snapped his fingers expectantly. All he got for his impromptu reference, however, was a scowl and a very audible smack to the ribs that left him backing up and holding his side as he laughed.

"Ok, really though, can I have your phone? I want some jams!" he whined, giving her big puppy dog eyes. Rolling her eyes, she walked around him and retrieved it from on top of her sleeping bag, handing it to him with some hesitance.

"If you break it-"

"I'll owe you a three hour massage, I know."

"Damn fucking right you will."

 

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The moment his and Damaris's eyes met, he thought for sure that she was going to give him some subtle or not-so-subtle hint to get out and not disturb them. What he got instead was an almost conspiratory wink, the man blinking back at her as he realized that she had no problem with him being there. In fact, if he wasn't mistaken it felt like she almost expected for him to come, as though she had simply been biding her time until his scheduled entrance. Had she really been hoping he'd walk in on them? Did she have a fetish for being watched? If that was the case, then he certainly wasn't going to complain.

A rush of excitement went through him, the man's gaze becoming a bit more hungry as he watched her caress the other woman, exposing her to him. God, even from there he could see how utterly wet she was. Her thighs were slick, as though she had been walking around all day like that, her juices slowly dripping down her legs. Her pussy was just as enticing as he had imagined it to be, and he almost wanted to whistle at how perfect her ass was. His body leaned forward a little, unconsciously wanting to get a closer look at the two of them presumably having sex in front of him.

"But you're going to have to ask Maverick to help you."

"What?!

"What?!" It seemed both he and Lizzy were on the same page, both of them shocked at what Damaris was proposing. He had expected that he was going to be a spectator, not a participant. Though he couldn't deny that he would much prefer playing rather than watching.

So the whole thing was from Lizzy stealing a botte of wine? That seemed like a bit much, but at the same time it wasn't like Damaris was truly punishing her per se. He could be misreading things, but it seemed entirely sexual in his eyes- an excuse to dominate and make Lizzy beg for mercy. It was pretty hot.

On one hand, he knew Lizzy wasn't attracted to him and normally wouldn't be asking for something like that from the flirty man. As flirty and strait-forward as he was, he hadn't been lying when he had previously said that fucking people who weren't into it wasn't his style. That being said, she looked so desperate, as though she didn't care whether it was him, Damaris, or even some random person as long as she got some relief; on top of that, it seemed as though Damaris wasn't going to give her any satisfaction unless he did so first too. In that way, he let himself be okay with the situation. If she didn't want this, she was more than welcome to tell him to stop and run off to finger-bang herself in her room.

With the decision being made, Maverick strolled forward slowly with a lustful expression, stopping behind Lizzy and looking her up and down. She was definitely sexy as hell, the man's heart beating quickly as he realized he was going to get to hear how slutty she sounded when she came.

"Hm... Well. As much as I want to help you..." He let his hands rest on her hips before sliding them up her body, the smooth fabric of her dress feeling nice on his fingers. They migrated to her front, cupping her breasts and starting to gently knead them as he took over where Damaris had left off. The man leaned forward slightly, his head coming past her shoulders so he could turn his face and look at her as he teased her. She was already at her limit, he knew, but he couldn't simply charge forward head-first before clearing it with her, even if it did frustrate the impatiently horny woman.

"I happen to need some relief too. I can make you cum hard, but my dick would be inside you when I do... filling up that wet little pussy of yours." At that statement, he fully pressed his body against hers, the bulge in his jeans making itself known against that glistening fruit between her legs. It was hefty, that large cock of his insinuating just what she might be in for if she really gave him the go-ahead.

"Buuut, I know that's probably not what you want, is it? Having a cock inside you." At the word "cock" he pushed his hips forward and pressed her against the counter, grinding and pressing himself against her lips. His jeans were becoming wet from her juices, though he didn't mind at all. In fact it only spurred him on, his cock starting to feel the wet evidence of her arousal through the denim.

"Even though it would feel so good stirring you up inside, I guess you don't really want it in all likelihood." He sighed and shrugged, his hands giving her breasts one last squeeze before he let go and moved them to her shoulders, his mouth retreating until it was next to her ear. "So I suppose It's going to be me and my hand upstairs. Unless... You want me to fuck you right here and now. Hard."

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Sabastian saw him coming from a mile away, that stalking posture and the way he took his hands out of his pockets a moment before trying to pounce. For that reason he was able to dodge easily, turning and jogging a few steps away before turning around and smirking. "I assume that means you have something in mind? Maybe I could make you dinner, or a cool present, or even just some music. Or maybe..."

The blonde turned around and looked over his shoulder, "maybe you had something entirely wholesome planned?" He started walking forward slowly again, keeping an eye on the nomad behind him, his eyes bright in the morning sun.

It would seem that Quint had appeared for the express purpose of answering their query, Damien nodding as he pointed in a specific direction. He trusted Quint's intuition and ability to plan- after all, he had kept Cora safe for ten years even with society still up. That couldn't have been easy to do with all the possible ways the General could have tried to find them. Damien also didn't want to argue with him, not having a better heading himself.

"If you break it-"

"I'll owe you a three hour massage, I know."

"Damn fucking right you will."

He had just opened his mouth for a joke about wanting a three-hour massage when he thought better of it, scratching his head before clearing his throat and nodding once more. It was probably wise to refrain from being too verbally or physically affectionate with Cora in Quint's direct presence, the man already having it in for Damien. All he needed was for Quint to get angry at him and do a repeat of what Sabastian had done last night.

"We'll follow you then. I'm pretty sure I have a CD somewhere in the car anyway." The man tried to give Quint a polite smile, though it came off as slightly uncomfortable since he wasn't quite sure how to treat Quint yet.

 

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Damaris watched him as he approached, a little smile of approval curving her lips at the offer. The smile only turned more appreciative as Maverick went on to tease the little women, and through it, asking for her true permission.

"Hm... Well. As much as I want to help you..."

Those hands against the tight dress felt as if they were simply roaming her bare skin, making her pant and struggle not to wiggle. When they came to cup her soft breasts, she lost a bit of her composure and let out a slutty little whine of need, her eyes closing as she pressed herself down a bit, trying to encourage his hands to take more of her soft body. At the moment, she didn't give a shit that his hands were so large and hard, though the softness of them was a pleasant surprise, she just needed something, anything damnit!

"I happen to need some relief too. I can make you cum hard,"

Her eyes opened as he pressed himself against her, another whine of need escaping her as she looked into his eyes and her face went another shade darker in embarrassment. It felt so good to have him pressed up against her, but that very fact made her feel like such a slut. Why was she getting so turned on by a guy? It had to be Damaris's fault! Sure, she had slept with men before when her partner really wanted it, but she hadn't actually been turned on by it!

"but my dick would be inside you when I do... filling up that wet little pussy of yours."

"Oh fuck!" she half moaned, half panted, her eyes closing for a brief moment again as she felt him rub up against her clit so deliciously. Jesus, he was huge though, and a small part of her was a bit scared. Sure, Demmy liked to use some toys on her, but those were just regular sized dildos, and she mostly liked to fuck the little mechanic in the ass with them, making sure her little star stayed nice and ready for her to take her at any time, anywhere. Her pussy though...well, her pussy was very, very, tight, and for just the briefest second, she thought about calling it off for fear of not being able to take that massive cock that was pressed up against her wet heat. That was, at least, until he pushed her into the counter.

"Oh!" she cried, almost cumming right then and there. And yet again, the sensation was only strong enough to leave her teetering on the edge, so deliciously close that it could only cross over into the territory of pain, and whatever Maverick had been saying, and whatever fear she had felt, was background noise in her mind now. She just needed it, she needed it so badly!

"Unless... You want me to fuck you right here and now. Hard."

"Yes!" she cried without a second thought, her hips pushing back against him as her sopping pussy started to grind against the demin of his jeans.

"Please, please fuck me! Please," she panted, tears starting to stream down her heated cheeks.

"I need it, please!"

Damaris let out a bit of a heady breath as she watched her little fuck toy beg with such need, and combined with the way Maverick was pinning her down, she could feel her own core start to grow wet. Moving a bit closer, she reached down to help push some of Lizzy's untamable curly hair to the side with an almost gentle pet. She then brought her fingers down to stroke her face, letting out a little coo of approval.

"That's my good girl," she said, her rich voice thick with lust.

"Do you need him to start slow, Lizzy?"

"No, please, I just need, I need-"

"Shh, I know what you need. But you can't take fat cock all at once, now can you?"

Damaris looked up and grinned at him, continuing to pet those soft cheeks as she teased the little sub beneath them.

"She wants it though," she said, her voice a mixture of humor and lust.
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"I assume that means you have something in mind? Maybe I could make you dinner, or a cool present, or even just some music. Or maybe...maybe you had something entirely wholesome planned?"

He was a fast one, that little husky eyed angel. But, he couldn't run forever.

"Mm, wholesome?" he mused, letting his hands hang down as he casually, but determinedly, strolled forward, the hungry smirk still on his face.

"Maybe after."

His own eyes were also a bit lighter in the sun, they're softness being that of a true chocolate brown as he picked up his stride a bit and kept walking towards the little man, determined to get his hands on that prize now.

"We'll follow you then. I'm pretty sure I have a CD somewhere in the car anyway."

Quint had already unlocked the screen and was digging through a certain list, customizing it to not play anything by The Chainsmokers or any really sappy love songs. His eyes were cast down at the screen, not even bothering to look up and see that Damien was trying to give him a smile.

"Yea, uh-huh, don't care Pretty Boy" he said, walking off with the phone without even giving them a backwards glance. Cora watched him go, her arms crossing as she glared at his back.

By the time he reached the Ferrari he had managed to cut out all the songs he didn't want to play, and once he was near the door, he used one hand to fling himself over it and land in the seat with a little 'oof' before flashing Sayori a grin.

"Take me away!" he sang, handing the phone over to the women so that she could plug it in.

"To the promised land!"

His hands went to the back of his head, his fingers interlocking as he leaned back and got comfortable.

 

[Poprockz]

"Oh fuck!"

The man's cock twitched in his pants at the sound of her lewd desires slipping through that shyness of hers. It was a bit amusing, seeing the difference between Lizzy as a confident, sassy mechanic and Lizzy as a shy little slut. Her cheeks were dark and her pussy was sopping wet, unable to deny the carnal desire for a good, hard fuck. He wanted to make her flustered, a hunger in him to tease out more of her inner self- though he knew he was about to experience quite a bit of her "inner self" based on how she was reacting.

A soft groan had left him as Lizzy pleaded her case, the man's eyes closing and his head going back for a moment as he savored the feeling of those perfect cheeks insistently pushing back on him. He was half-tempted to unzip his pants and spear her, fucking her raw until she screamed with pleasure just like he had done to Damaris. However, he listened to their exchange, turning his head to the side as he processed their words.

His dark eyes met Damaris's and he got the message- it seemed like Lizzy might not be accustomed to such a large thing inside her. It made sense, seeing as by all means she had made it clear that she very much preferred the company of women. Though it surprised him Lizzy hadn't played with any toys that were his size, though he supposed different women preferred different things. Sometimes simply being comfortable was pleasurable enough.

Maverick cracked a bit of a grin back at her, the man reaching down and unbuttoning his pants, sliding the zipper down and reaching into his boxers to pull out a bratwurst so thick and juicy that it left men and women alike hungry for more. After they recovered from being fucked, that is.

"Hmm... Let me see." Reaching down, his fingers tentatively slid down the curve of that perfect ass and followed the dip between her legs until he found her oasis. Those soft fingers gently explored, slipping between her lips and rubbing her forward and backward for a moment before finding her entrance. There he teased her slightly, letting his finger pretend to be hesitant, the tip of his finger rubbing against the very entrance of that slick canal. A moment later though, that hesitancy made way for a tentative plunge forward with two fingers.

"Jesus Christ," he uttered in amazement- she was fucking tight. Not like the sort of tight where one's pussy simply bounced back easily, nor where the woman was a Kegel pro, but the sort of tightness where he would have believed it if someone had told her she hadn't ever had anything phallic find its way between her legs. This was going to be interesting, the man unsure if she could even handle him or not. Still, everyone present seemed willing to try, his own cock certainly eager to see if that dripping cunt would later allow him to pump her without restraint.

Pulling back his fingers, he spread her juices over the head of his cock, making sure he was lubricated enough to begin what would either end very poorly or very well. The man rubbed his bulbous head against her slick lips, his cock just as hot and wanting as she was. "Fuck..." He groaned softly once more, lining himself up and starting to gently enter her. Her pussy seemed resistant, her entrance seemingly straining to take him at first. For that reason, he patiently and very slowly rolled his hips, that bulbous head stretching her a little more each time until it finally slipped inside her, her body almost so tight that it seemed like he might have trouble if he tried to remove himself.

Bending over, he exhaled against the skin of her shoulder-blades, his lips barely an inch away from her heated skin. The temptation to piston his hips was immense, but he held it together. "Goddamn."

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"Mm, wholesome? ... Maybe after."

"After what? Hmm?" Sabastian turned away from him innocently, knowing that to turn his back was to allow Vin do do whatever he wanted. What he wanted was to be bent over one of the cars and fucked by that big bear of a man. Why was he so horny and why did he have to be so horny when he was supposed to be being punished? It was almost as though the idea that Vin was withholding only made his body hungrier to be held down.

"Yea, uh-huh, don't care Pretty Boy"

Blinking, Damien simply looked away, feeling a bit foolish. He wasn't sure where the embarrassment came from, but he knew he didn't particularly like it. It was just so hard to tell how to act around Quint, knowing that the man probably wouldn't accept friendliness anymore than hostility. Shrugging, Damien opened the car and tilted his head toward it. "I think I'll drive unless you want to."

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His little "oof" earned him a grin from Sayori, the woman loving how carefree he could be. She took the phone and scanned through some of the songs, her finger dragging on the screen as she searched for something good. Finding one, her eyes widened and she couldn't keep herself from smirking slightly, choosing a song about two songs before it. Likely they would be on the road before the song played, and she wanted him to be unprepared for it.

Still, she liked this song, the woman leaning back in her seat while her sunglasses glinted in the sun. The keys in the ignition was turned on while the phone was set down between them just in case he wanted to chose something.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFTCjHUUwwE

 

[Drobabes]

Those fingers against her slick cunt were much more gentle and soft than she expected, which only served to spur her on even further. A whimper of longing left her as he only seemed to tease for a moment, her ass all but shaking with the need to be filled, until those fingers plunged into her wet depths. Immediately she let out a moan, closing her eyes in bliss as even that small amount of penetration felt so filling, and certainly more than she had gotten in the last few days. It wasn't enough to satisfy her hunger, but it certainly tampered the craving down enough for her to be more patient when his thick cock finally began to breach her wanting entrance.

At first she squirmed a bit, that huge monster being just enough to make her whine. Lizzy didn't want him to stop, but she was having a bit of a hard time relaxing enough to allow her slick folds to part for him. Seeing her struggling, Damaris began to stroke her face with more enthusiasm, touching her along her neck and under, closer to her breasts, where she knew she was sensitive. It did help to distract her, the little girl needing a more feminine touch, and by the time that Maverick nestled himself into her, it was no longer an uncomfortable breach but a satisfying thickness filling her to the point of bursting. Infact, it didn't take much at all for small orgasm to rock through her, the simple shift in his body weight as he laid himself down over her back making her gasp as a tremble ran through her body. Her pussy didn't grip him tightly enough to hurt, but it was certainly squeezing him, rhythmically milking that silky hard shaft for close to five full seconds as she rocked her hips back against him.

"There you go" Damaris said on a heavy breath, tilting her chin up so that she could slip her tongue into Lizzy's mouth for a brief second before pulling back to watch once more.
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"After what? Hmm?"

Vin almost laughed at how cheeky he was being, knowing full well he was going to regret this later when he held out on his little man. Seeing his opportunity, he took a quick few steps and lunged, grabbing the little blond up into his arms and then pulling him back against his chest, in a similar way to how one might try to crack a friends back.

"After I cover every inch of your smooth little body in cum," he rumbled, his mouth close to Sabastian's ear; keeping their secrets between the two of them.

"and then use that thick creaminess to lube up that tight little ass and make you scream my name."

He let Sabastian's body slide down his chest slowly, his now hard cock twitching against that little ass as he felt his cheeks through the fabric of their pants. Once the blond was on the ground, he kept his arms him for a moment and simply acted as if he were hugging him, hiding the evidence of his arousal behind his body until he could calm down enough to shift his erection back a bit in his briefs, ensuring it wouldn't be immediately obvious when he let Sabastian go.
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Cora looked at him with a bit of guilty sympathy, feeling embarrassed for the way her brother was treating him despite it being expected. With a little nod, she let her arms down and started to walk around to the other side of the car, climbing in and buckling up.
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Quint was curious what had her smirking, but before he could ask, the music started.

"Oh, whaaat?" he said, sitting up a bit with enthusiasm.

"Does my gurl have the best fucking taste?"

His teeth were white in that morning light as he smiled almost ear to ear, his hands soon reaching down for the glove compartment to find his own pair of sunglasses. Slipping them on, he went back to relaxing against the seat and started to sing along.

"Talking ‘bout my life but, they don’t know me, why would they expect I let them control me!

When they criticise me, I don’t listen, they don’t realise I like to be different

All they do is, la la la la la, la!~"

 

[Poprockz]

Oh wow, that squeeze... she was a fucking vice! It was enough to make a man want to cum. He did want to cum, but he used a bit of self-control to hold off, simply letting the pleasure of the deep-pussy massage relax his worries away. He didn't really have any worries to be relaxed away though, his only focus being the fact that he was in the kitchen, fucking a woman who typically hated dick while another flirted and touched her like she was savoring each little noise Lizzy made.

His eyes unabashedly watched as the two women kissed, his cock twitching inside Lizzy. The sight of Damaris's tongue slipping in-between those pouty lips to presumably tease Lizzy's own sharp tongue- it was erotic to him to say the least. He had only been able to imagine it until that moment, now getting a front-row seat. Only when Damaris herself pulled back was he released from their spell, flashing her a grin before returning his attention to the mechanic beneath him.

Now that he was fully sheathed, he started to move at a more sensual rhythm, testing out the capacity he had at the moment. She was still a little bit tight for movements that were too fast, but he knew she would soon loosen up with a couple orgasms to aid them. He could feel her nectar dripping down his shaft and off his balls, the man wondering to himself with a bit of amusement whether they were going to have to treat her for dehydration after this.

"Stick your ass out more, Lizzy," Maverick said, no doubt in his voice that Lizz would do exactly what he wanted. Once she had complied, he move his leg to the inside of her ankle, nudging it until she moved into a wider stance. His hand then pressed down on the small of her back, forcing her to bend forward until her hips were angled up for him. In this position, he had no doubt that he would reach places inside her that would leave her melting on his cock as though it were the heat of summer itself.

Something was missing... He paused for a moment before reaching up and pulling her dress down a bit from her chest, allowing those breasts to breathe. They wouldn't breathe for long though as they were soon smooshed against the cool countertop, his hand finding its place in the middle of her back to provide a stern pressure. Yeah, that's how it should be, only Lizzy's breasts rubbing on the cool surface while the rest of her body was poised for his fucking pleasure, those legs spread wide like an animal in heat.

With that, he started to roll his hips in a rhythmic way, though up nearing her ass he would quickly thrust deeply, grinding for just a moment before coming back to repeat. It was heaven, the man starting to pant a bit heavily while his cock likely distended her belly slightly. He wouldn't be surprised if he could see a slight bit of movement when the time came to flip her over.

"How do you like this cock?" Though Lizzy could only look over her shoulder, he flashed his teeth at her, the gesture reflected in his voice. He liked teasing her, wanting to hear what her flustered response would be so he could take advantage of it.

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It wasn't unexpected, the blonde laughing as Vin swooped up behind him and lifted him off his feet. What was unexpected was the way the nomad then murmured such dirty things into his ear, practically rubbing his muscled body against Sabastian's. He could just imagine it so clearly, laying down on a bed or even just a mattress, completely naked while he ran his own hands over his body, his nimble fingers sliding through the viscous pools of cum. And over him Vin would be standing, towering as a massive pillar of sexual fantasy personified into one, tattooed, extremely hot man.

Sucking in a breath, he squeezed his eyes shut, his head going back to lean against the larger man's chest. After a moment and a calming breath, he opened his eyes to give him an almost helpless look. "You're killing me here, Vin. Are you sure you want to wait? I could make it up to you in other ways..."

Biting his lip, he looked a bit conflicted between lust and resolve, his resolve ultimately being the winner despite the temptation to give in. His blonde brows furrowed, "no, I can do it. Just you watch. I've gone a week without doing anything while at my grandma's house so I can ngh..." Sabastian shivered at a movement Vin had made behind him, being highly sensitive to the way that heavy thickness rested against him.

"I can abstain for however long it takes." The smaller man exuded stubbornness, a determined frown on his face from the effort it took to keep his mind from running off into another cum-glazed fantasy.

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Damien too slid into the car, turning the key in the ignition before buckling his seatbelt and closing his door. The man then looked around in the glovebox for a CD, coming out with two.

"Hmm..." He mused, looking between them, wondering which one they would all prefer. "Alright..."

He turned the CD's to Cora, showing her the covers. "Do you want to listen to Shania Twain or Michael Buble? I'm pretty sure these were given to me during a benefit recently, so I haven't really listened to either of them much."

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"Oh, whaaat? Does my gurl have the best fucking taste?"

She knew he didn't mean anything extraordinary when he said it, but it still made her happy. It made her feel like they were getting closer again despite what had happened, giving her hope that maybe he was leaning more toward a positive opinion of the small woman.

Quint's grin was returned with her own. With the sunglasses on, it almost aided in the way her grin almost seemed mischievous. Her mouth opened for her to say something before she started to hear him sing. The music wasn't that loud, so she could definitely isolate his voice apart from the music. It sounded somewhat boyish with a hint of edge, her grin only growing a bit wider as she listened.

When his own lyrics were sung, she joined in, gesturing with her hands in what might have been considered a recreation of what she thought "cool" gestures would look like, though she largely just ended up looking somewhat nerdy. That being said, the glasses gave her a bit of a boost on the cool factor, evening it out a bit.

"People saying I should switch it up, but why though? They don't get it, I admit it, I'm a psycho. Like I needed their opinion for survival. Hell no, I don't think so!"

The lyrics had always felt cool to sing, but today they felt particularly empowering, a bit of the weight lifting from her shoulders as the two of them jammed in the car.

 

[Drobabes]

Lizz laid her forehead down on the counter as Damaris pulled away, her sweet lips soon letting out very feminine moans and gasps of pleasure. Her wet little cunt was so hungry for his cock, that each time he would start to pull back even the slightest amount, Lizzy would push herself back against him in am attempt to stay speared. It was warm, and thick, and so much better than being starved of physical need to the point of breaking.

"Stick your ass out more, Lizzy,"

Oh yes, she was definitely compliant. She didn't want to do anything that might make Damaris change her mind about letting Maverick ride her sweet little body over and over again, so he didn't even have to finish his sentence before she was moving for him. She gasped and writhed when he entered at that new angle, her sweet tunnel being able to that big cock entering so deeply that if she tried to reach her hand down, she might have been able to feel the outline of his mushroom head through the skin of her taut tummy.

"Ah! Oh, god!" she moaned loudly, the coolness of the counter only adding to the sensation of being absolutely stuffed when he began to stroke her insides. Her words were soon followed up by whines and mewls, her hands scrabbling to grip the edge of the counter as that warm strength on her back made her feel dominated in a whole new way. She was pinned down, willing to take that fat dick, and absolutely loving every second of it.

"How do you like this cock?"

"I-oh!" she said, her sentence getting interrupted by a particular thrust that almost had her cumming once more.

"It feels, oh, good..."

Why was he asking her that? Wasn't it obvious she was enjoying it? For gods sake, she was spread beneath him like a bitch in heat, and that's exactly what she felt like. She didn't have time to talk, she just wanted to be rutted and not have to think about who was behind her doing it. But Damaris wasn't about to let her get away so easily with all that pleasure. She needed to put in a little work.

Bending over a bit, the dominant women gathered up Lizzys wild, almost untamable hair, and pulled it into a tight bun between her fingers. Once it was all up, Damaris then used it to grip and turn Lizz's head, and though she was forceful, she was also gentle.

"That's not a good enough answer Lizzy. Maverick asked how you liked that fat cock of his. Is it filling you up?"

"Oh, oh! Yes!"

There was a certain tremor in her mewls, and edge that pointed to the fact that she was embarrassed, and yet, almost wanting to be forced into admitting the truth.

"Oh good girl," Damaris cooed, still holding her by her hair.

"It's better than the toy, isn't it? Those toys just can't compare to the real thing, can they?"

"Ah! Ah! N-no...oh, my god, no no, mm! This is..." Lizz panted, trying to talk between her moans.

"So much, ah! Better, fuck! That feels, sooo good..."

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That laughter was adorable and brought a lightness to his soul that he had never felt. Despite the temptation to just keep doing silly things just to hear that boyish music, Vin was much more focused on watching Sabastian's face as he fought a personal war with himself against the temptations lurking in his pants. And when he gave him such a pleading gaze, he had to admit, it was tempting. However, it would be nothing compared to when he would have the little blond in his arms, practically crying with tears of frustration and need. Only then was he going to give in to his little man.

"A whole week, huh?" he chuckled, moving to take him by the hand as they began to walk to the car.

"I won't need that long."
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"Do you want to listen to Shania Twain or Michael Buble?"

Cora took both of the CD's into her hand and gave them each a very thorough inspection, as if the choice between the two artists was a very serious matter indeed. With her eyes scanning each one carefully, looking for something that only she could see, she at last made her choice and held the CD up in the air between them.

"I think that we definitely deserve some Buble after the ordeal we went through."

Her hazel eyes gave him a bit of a hard look, and then a firm nod was given before she cracked and laughed, turning to pop the music into the player.
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Quint looked over at her as she began to sing, and he laughed at the gestures she made, though it was a laugh of harmony as very quickly he was joining in. Raising his own hands up, he began to mimic her movements and joining in with the main chorus.

They may have escaped from a mad man, but today, they were just two people having fun.

 

[Poprockz]

Maverick had been satisfied with "I-oh! It feels, oh, good..." but he had to admit that he was even more pleased when Damaris coaxed more out of Lizzy as though she was an unruly student who had just given a disinterested answer. It even put a big grin on his face, his eyes zeroing in on the way her cheeks burned. He knew her answers had all been genuine though- the sound of her moans and pants practically echoed through the house, her wanton body slick and needy upon his meat. It gave him a sense of pride that Lizzy of all people was enjoying being bent over the counter like this.

It was entirely possible that she was imagining him as Damaris, or perhaps as a transvestite with womanly features, but the fact of the matter was that she was going to cum willingly on his cock- his. Now what he needed to focus on was not cumming inside her. Just like Damaris, he figured she would be pretty put out if she had to bear his kid because of one particularly horny day. The pull-out method was never 100% of course- he wasn't a dummy, but it certainly decreased the odds if one wanted to go bare-back with someone without contraceptives.

Still... the urge to slather her in his cadbury cream was immense and he couldn't help his cock from twitching as he thought about it. The man's body unconsciously started to pick up the pace, the man's brown skin sweating slightly as his hips rolled with more force. Now that she had warmed up to him a bit, he could be a bit more rough with her. Damn, that pussy though! It was still fucking tight despite his cock stretching her out. Would he even be able to pull out in time?

God, he was losing himself a bit, caught up in the heat of the moment. He wanted to be so deep inside her, deep enough to make her eyes roll back and this just wasn't cutting it. The man slid his hand down her moist back and he squeezed that juicy ass for a moment, a groan of pleasure rumbling in his chest; after all, in a moment he wasn't going to need to pin her down. Instead, he growled and bent down slightly, his arms going around her hips and inward so he could grip her inner thighs. It wasn't even difficult, lifting her ass up so her legs were practically splayed in front of him.

It almost looked like she was poised to swim through a pool like a frog, though she certainly wasn't going anywhere with the way his muscled arms held her securely. That being said, she was being jostled something fierce against the counter, her torso being shoved forward against the surface with each pounding of his hammer.

Though he didn't really stop to watch, part of him did like the way the tassels on her dress were bouncing around wildly as though up in arms about her current state of affairs, those shiny jewels contrasting with her lovely tanned skin. More erotic than that though, was how her pussy was absolutely splattering him with her juices, his hips only getting wetter with every passing moment.

"Fuck..." He grunted, his teeth gritted as he started to approach the final stretch. The man could feel his fingers slightly digging into her plush thighs, though he hoped she didn't mind. She was definitely going to have bruises tomorrow, if not from his grip than from his powerful hips.

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"Thank God..." Sabastian breathed with relief, enjoying the warmth of Vin's hand as they walked. His gait was cheerful, as it was a new, fresh morning and he was more than a little happy they were all back together again.

He was also under the mistaken impression that what Vin meant was that it would only take a couple days for him to forgive his Cinderella for leaving the ball. It didn't even occur to him that it wasn't entirely about Vin's forgiveness- it was also largely about his own desperation for the nomad. As such, being none-the-wiser, Sabastian felt quite relieved that he only had to hold out for a few days.

No doubt it was going to be hard to keep from touching himself, but as long as Vin didn't tease him too persistently he thought he could prove his resolve.

When they reached the car, Sabastian walked to the same side of the car as Vin. Maybe it was silly, but that hand felt really nice and he didn't want to let go of it for longer than he had to right now. For that reason, he opened up the door and got in, scooting over to make room for Vin. Though he let go of Vin's hand upon entering the car, he didn't scoot over to the other side of the car, instead staying in the middle. There was more room since the car had been reorganized and he could have taken his own spot, but he simply didn't want to.

"A wise choice," Damien said approvingly in reference to her music choice. He did like Shania Twain as more of a one-off, but Buble was certainly the type of easy-listening he enjoyed. The way the other man's voice smoothly caressed the notes made him almost wish that his own voice was like that. However, he knew that while he could have been passable with voice-training lessons, he was certainly glad his mother had chosen to teach him dance instead. Dance simply had such a way of complimenting music and showing one's appreciation for it; instead of placing oneself into the song, it was as though dance was a person's way to pay homage.

In that way he supposed it was rather fitting that Cora preferred singing- she rivalled songs, challenged them and effortlessly made them her own.

He couldn't help giving Cora a lingering look of fondness before his eyes flicked up at the peripheral sighting of the red car starting to move. The truth was that he was afraid of the new dynamic of the group- not having any inclination of where things were going to go. Having her by his side was the greatest comfort he could ask for though.

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By the time the song was finished, Sayori was in excellent spirits. She had noticed Vin and Sabastian getting into the other car, wondering to herself if it simply felt more comfortable for them since the four of them had been traveling together like that for a while. While she liked Sabastian and Vin, part of her was secretly pleased that it was just her and her new best friend. To drive down the road just the two of them felt super freeing for some reason- as though the two of them needed to blow off steam.

Sayori's hand went to the stick-shift and she put it in gear, easing her foot onto the gas petal and letting the car purr as it pulled in front of the other car and started heading onto the road. In some ways it surprised her that Niles preferred to have a stick shift as it was one more thing he had to disinfect, however she imagined that having a car like this was worth it for the ego-centric man. She was going to make good use of this hot red candy car though, and when they were done with it... she hoped they got the opportunity to burn it.

Normally she would have let the other car lead, but she and Quint probably had a better lay of the land from being tossed up so high.

"Where to, m'lord?"

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Once he saw the other car pull up front, the grey-eyed man started moving as well, making sure to follow them at a respectful distance. In car terms, he was neither on their ass nor treating them like a DUI waiting to happen. He wondered if it was just the two cars for miles... or whether Kuznet was closer than they thought, lurking and waiting to get the jump on them.

 

[Drobabes]

Watching Maverick fuck Lizzy was like watching a god lay with a mere mortal women. A beautiful mortal, of course, but a mortal no less. The way his skin glistened with sweat, and his smooth muscles bulged beneath that perfectly dark skin, made it seem as if Maverick had come down on a ray of light, born from the heart of the Sun itself. He was beautiful, and Damaris couldn't help but let out a pant of lust as she watched him move Lizzy to a more opportune position, gripping her body hard and making sure she wouldn't be able to escape. Her little chest was pressed firmly against that counter, and while that might have hurt most women, she knew Lizzy could take quite a bit of abuse to those soft little tits and still beg for more.

"Oh! Oh! Oh fuck oh!" Lizzy started to shout, almost scream. He had her pinned against that counter so perfectly, and though he was jostling her roughly and squeezing her thighs so hard that she could feel his fingers digging down almost to her slender bones, she didn't care. Infact, she didn't care about much at the moment, except for the feeling of his slick cock sliding so far up into her tight cunt.

"I'm still on bir-birth control!" she suddenly moaned, her words being half jumbled and interrupted by his expert thrusts.

"Cum in me! Please! Ooh, pl-please! Please Maverick!"

Lizz really didn't know why she was telling him that information, but in her lust crazed haze, she had an overwhelming need to be filled of him, in every way possible. It wasn't the first time she had been fucked my a man, and while it wasn't her absolute favourite passtime, she did remember that there were certain parts she enjoyed more than others. Such as, that final, deep, thrust they made, followed quickly by the feeling of their warm seed filling her so deeply that she lost her goddamn mind to the primal urges of her body.
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Oh but that little man was so cute in his innocence. The relief was palpable in his slightly boyish voice, but Vin wondered how long it would be before he had that little angel acting up from his frustration. Sure, the nomad could order him not to touch or relieve himself in any way, but he knew that there was a chance Sabastian wouldn't be able to keep that order. He might hold out longer than most would, seeing as he was so strong willed, but Delvin knew when to push certain buttons, and watching him lose his mind would be all the hotter.

Of course, Vin didn't want to see Sabastian crumble, nor for his will to truly break. He simply wanted an outlet for his own frustrations in the situation that had led them to this point, and he wanted to lead Sabastian through that relief as well, because he knew the little man wouldn't truly have closure until he felt as if he had 'made it up' to the nomad. And he would. Oh, he was going to make it up to him all, night, long.

Cora glanced in the back briefly as she watched the two love hounds climb in, a creep of a smile coming to her lips as she saw Vin wrap his arm around Sabastian's shoulders and give the blond a lingering kiss on those soft locks, his eyes full of affection and warmth. When she turned her eyes away politely, she was hit full force with her own affectionate look from Damien.

She smiled automatically, the motion as natural as her heart beating for the soft, kind man before her. Where they would go, she didn't know, but she knew she could overcome anything as long as he was by her side.
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"Where to, m'lord?"

"To skies, m'lady" Quint said in his best impression of what he thought a prince or king should sound like.

"Where the light of the sun dances and plays upon the soft mountains, and the birds come to practice their choir. It is there," he said, point a finger in the direction he actually wanted her to head.

"Where we shall find our paradise..."

 

[Poprockz]

"I'm still on bir-birth control! Cum in me! Please! Ooh, pl-please! Please Maverick!"

The expression on his face could almost be called a glare, though in actuality he was simply driven to the edge of reason by the sweetness of her cunt. He wasn't sure why she was on the pill, seeing as the likelihood of her becoming pregnant was slim to none with her sexual preferences, but he wasn't one to look a gift-horse in the mouth. She probably had the pills to regulate her hormones or some shit.

Though he didn't directly acknowledge her words, he didn't really need to. Now that she had given her consent, he was only focused on filling that gorgeous pussy with every drop of cum he could manage- already his cock was starting to leak precum in anticipation. Her moaning was an aphrodisiac, the man feeling pleased that she sounded even more slutty than he had imagined. If she wanted his cum, then he wasn't going to deny her.

The well-muscled man began to pound her at a galloping pace, his body riding her hard for a destination of untold pleasure. His shoulders angled in slightly as his muscles tensed, the smell of sex in his nostrils filling him with vigor. All there was for that final stretch was the two of them, the man gritting his teeth and grunting as he absolutely rutted her. The future didn't matter now, not the zombies nor even themselves- all that mattered was the instinct of claiming that juicy pussy.

With one final thrust and a guttural groan, he busted his load as deeply as he could possibly manage, even grinding his hips slightly in the hopes that he could get his cum even a millimeter deeper. Of course it wouldn't get her pregnant, but the primal instinct to dominate the mewling woman below him was strong and he couldn't pass up the chance to chase the high of cumming almost into the womb itself. With any luck, she would find his seed leaking out of her for hours one drop at a time. Even after she cleaned herself up, he wanted her to be walking around later and feel the moistness of his seed making her underwear damp and slick as it dripped from her pussy and was caught by the fabric.

God that had been fucking fantastic, a fantasy having come true beyond all reason. It took him a moment to recover, the man's chest heaving slightly as he panted, his chin resting gently against her upper back near her neck. Every twitch and spasm of her pussy felt like her body was urging him to get hard again so he could fuck more. It didn't take much coaxing, as he wasn't sure he could truly go soft in that vice even if he wanted to.

Only after the euphoria of climax had died down a bit was he willing to move on. Pulling Lizz's shoulder so she could lean back against his moist chest, he then lifted one of her legs just above the crook of her knee to splay her leg to the side enough to give Damaris a full view of his cock filling Lizz up. With a long, slow movement, he pulled his cock from that tight grip with a groan. When his cock head emerged and popped free with a slick sound, his proud cock bounced down slightly, though he was still quite erect. A trickle of his cum started slowly dribbling from her lips and down her thigh, proof that he had given her a milky souvenir.

A grin came to him as he panted softly, his other hand loosening its steely grip on her thigh. It rubbed her thigh softly for a moment, as though pleased that she had been able to endure his rough treatment. "Mm..." His soft but firm hand squeezed her thigh for just a moment before it slid upward and to her pussy. Maverick didn't have any problems sliding his fingers forward and then inside her, cupping her mound while his middle and ring fingers started to appreciate his own handiwork a bit. His movements caused more viscous cum to leak between his fingers, a messy and erotic sight to be sure. It only made things sexier in his opinion, seeing the way his fingers were now coated in fluids that made such juicy noises when he would stuff his large digits inside her hot core in full view of Damaris's lustful eyes.

"What do you think, Damaris? Do you think she's satisfied with one round, or do you think the mechanic wants a full tank?" His low voice was still slightly out of breath, though he truly felt invigorated. If Damaris and Lizzy were fine with it, he was tempted to take Lizz over to the couch and have her ride his dick. He knew nothing about the ass-training that had gone on behind closed doors, but he was content to take her pussy until it couldn't take any more.

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Sabastian looked a bit smug as he felt that arm rest around his shoulders, loving that they were now able to be more affectionate. Of course he wasn't as used to being intimate in public, so Cora averting her eyes was appreciated. He had seen that little curve of her lips though, knowing that she probably thought they were a cute couple. Or maybe she was just glad to have the gang back together and on the road again perhaps. Whatever the case was, he had Vin's warm body at his side which boded well for their car ride.

He searched his mind for something to talk about, not really wanting to bring up the time that they had been apart. It had been really hard for Vin to be out there looking for him, and on Sabastian's side it wasn't like he had been having a jolly tea time either. Being in the prisons wasn't a fun thing to talk about, especially with all the messed-up shit that had happened there like the carving, Niles, the nest, feeding Sayori... impregnating Sayori. That was still a really weird and awkward thing that he wasn't sure how to bring up or even if he should bring it up.

Although come to think of it, there was one safe-ish conversation topic that Vin might be interested in.

Leaning his head against Vin's shoulder, he looked up and started chatting. "Hey. Did you know that zombies can share dreams? Like if Robert and I or Quint and I are asleep at the same time, we kind of end up in each other's dreams? It's super weird, especially since the host of any given dream usually doesn't really know it's a dream until the other person makes themselves known. Although, Robert was able to kick me out of his dream since he was a bit... startled. I think he's more intuitive about that stuff so he was able to stop us sharing without really planning on it."

Damien had glanced back at them, but opted not to say anything just yet. He was a bit curious about the idea of entering someone else's dream, but he figured that the two of them might not want him to invite himself into their conversation. Instead, he simply turned his focus to the road and reached over, laying a hand on Cora's leg near her knee, his thumb stroking her gently as he drove. There was something to be said for the physical comfort she provided simply from a casual touch such as that.

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Though it was all playful and humorous, Sayori also thought to herself that Quint seemed to have a knack for poetry, finding that the way he had spoken was quite beautiful even if it had been used for comedy. She wondered what he would be like as a poet. Probably the sort where they wrote something that started out as deep and meaningful and then devolved into lines like, "... and the lord passed wind, claiming that to fart was an art that required the element of surprise."

"Yes, m'lord. It shall be done as you command!" A mental note was made as to where he wanted to go, the lady trusting him to let her know if he wanted her to turn anywhere other than what she thought would take them there.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fzu_mLcOeGs

"All you ladies pop yo pussy like dis. Shake yo body, don't stop don't miss-"

The next song came on and her eyes widened slightly, darting to Quint before averting away from him. She wasn't sure what song it was until the lyrics had come on, but once the singer had started in she immediately recognized it. Not that she didn't like the song (she definitely did), she just didn't think she wanted to be sitting in a car next to Quint with such a sexually-charged song booming from the speaker. Songs being a bit sexy she didn't mind, but that was just a bit too much.

She didn't want both of their minds being taken by the graphic lyrics back to the bedroom where he had so politely asked to taste her. The way he had eaten her out had been groundbreaking, but the fact remained that it was probably a really embarrassing memory for Quint, having had to delve between her legs to satisfy her unending lust.

Reaching over, she fiddled with the car's bluetooth, clearing her throat and selecting another song she thought he might like. When it started up, she lip-synched the lyrics, knowing that there was no way her voice could go that impossibly low. Though she couldn't really dance, her shoulders moved to the beat as she drove.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDndE432GpU

 

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That final stretch of bliss was just enough to score the home run for the little lady beneath him, her moans and cries reaching their peak as Mavericks thick cock slammed into her like a sex machine. No, not like, goddamn he WAS a sex machine, and just as she screamed out his name, she felt the warmth of his thick seed explode inside her. Her eyes almost rolled back as she came hard on his cock, her fingers balling into fists, and her knuckles turning first white, and then red, as she drug them down the surface of the hard counter. Her moans had cut off into a desperate gutteral noise of her own, her forehead leaning down until it was over and she was able to finally breathe once more.

When Maverick had caught his breathe and lifted her back against him, she didn't resist. Couldn't, really, and neither did she want to. She simply let the weight of her body lean back against his hard chest as she panted and shook, her hooded eyes taking in the tigress that was approaching her with a craving in her gaze. This wasn't over, she knew, and Lizzy knew right then and there that they wouldn't be getting much of anything done on the farm today.

"What do you think, Damaris? Do you think she's satisfied with one round, or do you think the mechanic wants a full tank?"

Those dark eyes only had room for Lizzy in that moment, though her ears were sharp. She sauntered forward, her gaze eating up the heavenly buffet before her as both of her hands came up to cup those beautiful abused little tits, squeezing and kneading them almost gently as she answered Mavericks question without meeting his gaze.

"Oh she definitely can use a little more fuel. Infact, I think she's just getting started..."

Their mouths locked then, Damaris's tongue slipping so easily between those pouty lips and leaving Lizzy panting and leaning forward for more when she pulled away. At last Damaris looked up at Maverick, her gaze hungry and far from satisfied.

"Bring her upstairs to my bed. She's going to earn her keep."

With that said, the dominant women turned away and started heading for the stairs, her hands going to either side of her waist as she walked. In one smooth movent that made it look effortless on her part, she shimmied her dress up over her shoulders and peeled it from her perfectly dark skin, discarding it in a loose pile near the end of the stairs. What was left on her toned body was a simple lacy lingerie that now clung tightly to her skin as she took her time on each step, brushing her long hair back over her shoulder before giving a brief glance back to make sure they were following.

"Maverick..."

Lizzy panted before swallowing hard.

"If you do not help me up those stairs, I swear I will get the hogs bath water and dump it on your face while you sleep."
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"Hey. Did you know that zombies can share dreams?"

Delvin leaned back a little bit so that he could look down into Sabastian's eyes while he spoke, not wanting to miss anything. He was a strong man, but after having come so close to losing him, Vin was feeling overwhelmed with appreciation for the second chance he had been given, and didn't want to waste even a single second of it.

He listened intently, his brows raising a bit in surprise and aw. Were he more of a skeptical man, he might have been tempted to call bullshit, but he was not, and after what they had all experienced these past few weeks, he was willing to believe just about anything the little blond was willing to tell him.

"That's insane," he said, his lips twisting a bit with a smile.

"Can you guys talk to each other and stuff? Is it lucid, or more like a trip where you can't control it well?"

Up front, Cora laid her hand over Damien's and began to softly stroke the back of his fingers with her thumb. She was curious as well, but didn't quite have the energy to fully engage right now. The night had been a long one, so instead she simply leaned back in her chair and watched out the window as she listened to the conversation with half closed eyes.
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Quint had missed the look Sayori had shot him, as his own eyes had been down on the radio, a bit curious of the song. He recognized it after a few seconds as one of their general party mixes, that Sara and Cory likely downloaded from a pre-made mix. Sometime when they were heading out for a roadtrip, they just wanted some fresh music, and downloaded things a bit speedily, rather than taking the time to really sift through. It made for some rather hilarious memories when something ridiculous would pop up between hard rap or techno beats, but at the moment, Quint didn't find it funny. It brought thoughts of his wife fresh to his mind, and that was not something he was ready to think about just yet, so he was relieved when Sayori changed it to the next song.

Leaning back in his chair and lifting his hands to the back of his head, he interlocked his fingers and let out a sigh as he stared down the highway. For a beat, he was quiet, seemingly lost in thought, until he suddenly turned his head to look at her.

"So don't tell Cory, but I downloaded this song because ol'London Bridge liked it" he said, raising his voice just a bit so that he could be heard over the music, and flashing her a grin.

"You wouldn't think such an old bastard would be listening to what the kids like these days, but every time it came on the radio, he would start bopping to it."

Suddenly he brought his arms down in front of him, and in what could only be described as a Michael Jackson move, he started dancing along to 'batshit crazy', almost perfectly imitating what he had seen Francisco do.

"Just like that," he said, letting his arms drop down as he laughed, trying to cover the tightness he was feeling in his chest.

 

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"Oh she definitely can use a little more fuel. In fact, I think she's just getting started..."

It was so fucking sexy whenever the two ladies kissed that he couldn't help but be mesmerized once more. He could see the moments in which their entwined tongues pushed against the sides of their cheeks, hungrily staring at the way Damaris reminded Lizz that her mouth was under Damaris's authority. His large cock twitched when they finally separated, the sexual tension almost palpable from the way the two women's mouths lingered, perhaps trying to ease the pain of being apart.

He might have missed what had been said next if it hadn't been for the fact that his gaze had locked with those ravenous eyes. Bring Lizzy upstairs? If this gorgeous woman wanted that done, then he was more than willing to do so, especially since she was implying that he too would be allowed to join in on the fun. This might have been his once-in-a-lifetime change to spend a steamy day with two naughty women and by God he would be the dumbest motherfucker if he passed it up. Who knew if things would be weird between them all afterward, but right now he needed to live in the moment.

A low whistle came from him as he watched the little strip-show, his eyebrows going up slightly in surprise. "Hot damn..." he murmured, taking in that tantalizing get-up. Damaris certainly had a body that didn't need accentuation by lingerie, her body being an almost illegal amount of sexy. He wasn't complaining though- in fact, he silently thanked whoever designed it, making it possible for him to see her in such breathtaking garb.

"Maverick... If you do not help me up those stairs, I swear I will get the hogs bath water and dump it on your face while you sleep."


Lizzy's voice grabbed his attention and his eyes returned to the woman in his arms. "Wow, it almost sounds like you're trying to threaten me there, pouty lips." His tone was of mock surprise and offense, finding it kind of funny how she was just screaming his name only a minute ago.

With that being said, he let her leg down and removed his arm from around her as though he was setting her down to abandon the plucky lady. Though when she inevitably turned around, he reached out and put his hands on her hips, quickly hoisting her up before throwing her over his broad shoulder like a precious sack of potatoes. Her ass was visible to the right of his face and he had to admit that he liked the proximity. It felt like he could even lean over and give that plump ass a little nibble if he got the urge; maybe he would if she insisted on trying her luck.

His dark eyes looked at it fondly before a large hand came up and patted her ass teasingly. "But you know, I did just fuck you so good that your legs aren't working, so I guess I could give you a ride." A chuckled worked through his chest before he turned and started to walk up the stairs with her to Damaris's room. It was easy to carry her, a strong arm wrapped around her legs so she didn't slip in either direction. He could have carried her in a princess hold but for one he knew from experience that it might result in having his cum drip from her pussy and onto the floor, and two (and more importantly), she hadn't asked nicely.

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"That's insane... Can you guys talk to each other and stuff? Is it lucid, or more like a trip where you can't control it well?"

It hadn't even occurred to Sabastian that Vin wouldn't believe him, the man not missing a beat after Vin's question. Now that they had a topic, he was eager to chat with him. Part of it was that he wanted to share more about himself and give Vin a little bit of insight into some zombie aspects. The other part was that whenever he was done talking, he got to hear Vin replying. Whatever words came out of that handsome mouth of his were words he adored and found great comfort in.

Speaking of the other man's lips, as he spoke he was distracted by them before his eyes returned to those pools of kind brown. "Kind of... Like it depends. So, I had a dream about comforting Sayori in the middle of the night and since we were linked, Quint was there in the background. We all interreacted in the dream once I realized he was there, but he didn't know it was a dream at that point. The only reason I realized, was because I remembered Quint having already been taken out of the cell. The dream kind of... shifted and it became Quint's dream. For some reason we were both lucid at that point though. We were spectating in that dream, watching Halloween night when Cora and Quint were Shark boy and Lava girl."

Damien had been listening without much of a reaction until that part, a small smile on his lips appearing at the mention of Cora dressing up as "Lava girl." He hadn't watched that movie, but he had seen advertisements for it, so he knew the general idea of it. Had she worn the wig also? He tried to picture what Cora would look like as an adult in that costume, thinking to himself that she would probably look really good in a pink wig.

Sabastian sighed and shrugged, "sometimes we're just watching the dream from the third person, sometimes we're participating but one of us doesn't know it's a dream, and sometimes we're both none-the-wiser. Usually it's like we're going through memories and stuff, but occasionally it'll be more like a made-up dream based on feelings."

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Stopping her own impromptu dancing, Sayori listened to Quint's explanation for the song. It was surprising to hear that he had saved one of Francisco's songs. Though... Now that she thought about it, it didn't seem that odd. Even though the older man had essentially been one of his captors, he had been with him for years and years. He was the most human of the bunch and even though she knew Quint knew where his allegiances were, it was hard not to get attached to one of the only kind people there.

She herself had struggled with that, having been lulled into a false sense of security and friendship with the man. It was only through a harsh reminder that she had been jostled out of her complacency, though she wondered if she might have slipped back into that comforting ignorance after a while even if that ignorance was self-instituted. Francisco was funny, charming, and gentle when he wanted to be, and those things were very attractive traits when one only had access to the insane General, creepy Jonathan, and sadistic Niles.

While his dance moves might normally have made her giggle, she only sat and glanced at him intermittently while keeping her eyes mostly on the road. It felt like the subject matter was becoming a bit heavier than simple light-hearted banter, and she didn't feel much like joking after hearing the way his voice seemed strained.

Her expression couldn't be seen as well with the sunglasses, but her eyebrows scrunched just a bit. "I know it's probably foolish of me to care since he shot at us and all that, but I could not help but feel relieved when he jumped out of the way when we were escaping. Part of me was worried he might be crushed under the tree Sabastian threw at him, but he managed to just barely avoid it." The petite woman didn't turn to look at Quint after she finished her sentence, an almost solemn silence settling upon her.

 

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Vin was quiet while he talked, content to simply listen and nod, finding the whole thing a bit confusing but very fascinating. Even if he hadn't been tired from the long night they had had, he might not have said much. having gone into a bit of a learning mode. It was the same feeling he got when he would sit and watch Lizz work, or when he would spend a good few days in the back of a library, out of the rain.

That little smile of Damien's caught her eye, her face turning towards him slightly as she gave him a soft grin, remembering her last Halloween. Unlike a lot of her other memories, she had took care to keep those precious few she had of her parents in a safe and comforting light. She refused to let them be tainted with the anxiety, and horror, of her childhood.

"Ah," she said, amusement leaking out into her tone as she glanced back at Sabastian.

"Those were the good days-when I was the taller one. You know, I used to be able put Quint's fruity pebbles up on top of the fridge, and then hide the footstool. By the time he could find enough books to stand on, I had already taken them down and hid them somewhere else."
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"I know it's probably foolish of me to care since he shot at us and all that, but I could not help but feel relieved when he jumped out of the way when we were escaping."

His head turned towards her, taking in her words in silence.

"Part of me was worried he might be crushed..."

With that he looked away, crossing his arms as his eyes wondered the treeline. He had been hoping that she would have liked his joking, and wanted to play along, but of course he understood that not every waking moment was a game-as much as it could feel like it some times.

"Well, while I think it's good to not want to see harm come to another person, just don't forget what he's done Sayori. He's that bastards right hand man and has a kill list just as long, maybe even longer, and he willfully kept us imprisoned. I wouldn't give a flying shit if he keeled over."

He didn't say anything after that, content enough with the slight change of subject in his mind, and the smells that were suddenly bombarding his nose as the car picked up. His face wasn't angry, but simply relaxed, maybe even tired. Every now and then though, as he waited for them to get a bit further down the road, he would lift his face up just a little and take in a deeper lungful of air. He wasn't consciously aware that he was doing this, as his eyes were on the lookout for a certain common structure, but he couldn't help but catch a good whiff of something that just smelled really good to his new senses.

 

[Poprockz]

Sabastian laughed at Cora's story, knowing that Quint must have been fucking furious. "alright Satan, that's pretty evil."

Fruity pebbles... Damien seemed to recall that being a colorful cereal. Though he had been wealthy enough to buy any food he wanted, he had never gone shopping himself. Usually he sent an aid or a butler to go to the store with a list of ingredients/supplies if there was anything lacking in the kitchens. It had never been kept in there and he had never had a reason to seek out any of the sugary cereals people talked about.

It was almost as though Sabastian had read his mind, the man musing, "Damien, have you ever even eaten fruity pebbles?"

"No," Damien admitted, glancing at Cora momentarily before shrugging. It wasn't as though consumption of an artificially-colored cereal was a measure of a man's worth, and yet he couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed and annoyed at the way Sabastian then snickered softly.

"What about cocoa puffs or cinnamon toast crunch?"

"You already know the answer to that, Sabastian.

Another little snicker was heard from the backseat as Damien frowned slightly.

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"Hm. I suppose that's true."

The woman was quiet as well for a while. She had thought that perhaps her segueing the conversation in that direction may have opened it up for him if he wanted to talk about it. The way he had seemed to reminisce about Francisco had made her think that there was more to be said, but it seemed now as though she may have been mistaken.

Sayori was so used to being the shoulder her sister would lean on, being a generally compassionate person on the whole. That was part of the reason she had gotten into the karaoke bar scene. It was nice feeling needed- like she was the person one could go to if they needed help. In this new world of sharp teeth and desperate denizens, it occurred to her that it was going to take more than a welcoming demeanor to make it. It was going to have to become a goal of hers to figure out a way to be useful to the group or she was just going to become a burden to them.

Her eyes were a bit distant as she continued to think, not noticing the way Quint seemed to be enjoying the breeze of the car yet.

Damien and Vin were larger and more capable in a fight, whereas Sabastian had all the benefits of a zombie on steroids. Quint was also stronger than regular men and Cora... she assumed Cora had sort of skill that made her beneficial to the group. Perhaps she was a good shot or knew some practical skills that would still help the group out. Even if she hadn't, she and Damien were a two-for-one package.

In comparison, Sayori was lacking. She wasn't large, she wasn't strong, and her skills were lacking. Managing a bar had required accounting work, organizational skills, communication skills and the like, but nothing that would actually feed them or keep them safe on the long, endless roads. Sayori was a city girl who had been poised for success in a world that wasn't on the brink of collapse. It worried her that her only value currently was to be supportive.

Out of the corner of her eye, she started to take note of how he seemed to be... smelling? The dainty woman inconspicuously breathed in the breeze as well, not smelling anything of interest. It confused her a bit, but she figured his sense of smell was miles better than her own. Upon his last sniff she spied him smiling slightly as though he had picked up something particularly pleasant with his zombie nose. She could just imagine a smell wafting past him like it did in the cartoons, the man levitating and floating above the car before spinning and dropping back into his seat.

A little smile came to her face, glad for the distraction from her own thoughts. "Legolas, what does your elf-nose see?"

 

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"alright Satan, that's pretty evil."

She gave him a wicked grin, taking pride in her evil deeds. Though when the conversation turned towards Damien, she couldn't help but get a little uncomfortable with his reaction. He obviously didn't like Sabastian teasing him, and the look on his face made her frown.

Reaching a hand out, she put it on his thigh and rubbed him gently, waiting until he looked her way before she faked a little smile for him.

"I packed some cereal in my bag. It's not the same without milk, but it's still pretty good, if you want to try it. It's Kix cereal."
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He had been particularly distracted with something rather sweet, so it took him a second to peel himself away and look at her, giving her a grin when he took in what she said. Turning back towards the open air, he took in a long lungful before letting it out slowly.

"I can smell...the powder from moths wings, landing on blades of grass, and the shit of a thousand birds as they fly across the sky..."

He was quiet for just a second before he let out a laugh and turned back to her, his grin playful.

"Naw it's not that strong, but everything does smell really...fresh? I guess is the best way to put it. Like the smell you get from the plants after a good rainstorm. And there's some sweet stuff mixed in there...."

His ocean blue eyes turned back towards the road, closing as he took in another sniff.

"There's some sweet stuff in there too, oranges or something...oh man! I think we're driving past a brewery!"

Suddenly he was sitting up in his seat a bit, his eyes open once more as he tried to look around and pinpoint exactly which direction that wonderful smell was wafting from.

 

[Poprockz]

He soon felt her warm hand lighting upon his thigh, this simple action making his tense shoulders relax a bit. Looking over to her, he could see that she was concerned about him, probably having picked up on his annoyance. It tickled him a bit that she seemed to be trying to comfort him despite the subject matter being a bit silly.

Of the cereals, Damien wasn't sure which one "Kix" was. He vaguely remembered the box being yellow, but couldn't remember what kind of cereal flavor it was, the other cereal brands having more frequent commercials. Whatever the case was, it would be interesting to try. The steely-eyed man didn't have particularly high expectations for such a processed food, but it would be an experience.

His gaze softened and he sighed with a smile before shaking his head, "I appreciate that, and I'll certainly try it, but it's not really important. I can hardly complain about not having had cereal when I was not left wanting as far as food ingredients went."

The man reached over and pushed a button, lowering his window about a third of the way down to give himself some fresh air. It was a beautiful day, the breeze calming him and finishing the job Cora started in restoring his good mood.

In the backseat, Sabastian was going to say something about Damien having a silver spoon in his butt, when a waft of air whooshed past his nose. It smelled intriguing, the man closing his eyes and taking a deep inhalation with a curious look on his face. When his eyes opened, a dreamy expression came to him, his eyelids slightly hooded. He couldn't quite place it, something in the air that smelled absolutely heavenly. Mm... he really wanted to get another smell of it; it made his mouth water a bit in anticipation.

Without realizing, he had already reached over Vin and rolled his window down, unbuckling his seatbelt and bringing his legs up to kneel on the seat. His knees were resting nestled against the outside of Vin's leg, his torso leaning over as his hands held him steady. One rested on the lip of the window and the other rested on Vin's upper thigh. Seemingly without a care in the world, he had stuck his head out the window and breathed in the myriad of scents rushing past him.

What the fuck was it that smelled so goddamn good?!

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"The shit of a thousand birds" sounded like a hilarious movie title to her, the woman snickering slightly as she imagined what it might be about. Maybe it would be like that one movie where birds attacked, but in this version it would just be an unending rain of gloopy poops. Perhaps the main character needed to get to a job interview without getting pooped on, wielding an umbrella as their only weapon. She would totally watch that movie.

"Naw it's not that strong, but everything does smell really...fresh?... And there's some sweet stuff mixed in there... There's some sweet stuff in there too, oranges or something...oh man! I think we're driving past a brewery!"

Honestly, the idea of having super-smelling abilities sounded just as bad as it sounded good. Like of course one would be able to smell such sweet fragrances, but they could probably also smell any rot and decay as well- truly a blessing and a curse. Once again Sayori sniffed, trying to see if she could get a whiff of the brewery, but alas she could only very faintly smell it.

"Huh, if you hadn't mentioned it, I would never have known. You really do have a super sniffer, Quint." Sayori grinned at him before something occurred to her, "oh! You never did get that beer, did you? We will have to pick something up for you at some point so you can get your boozy fix."

 

[Drobabes]

"I can hardly complain about not having had cereal when I was not left wanting as far as food ingredients went."

Her own answering smile was soft as well, and she watched him with curiosity as he turned to roll his window down.

While Cora and Quint had grown up in relative comfort, even luxurious compared to some neighborhoods they had visited throughout the years, Damien had grown up in a whole different level of wealth. How had he not turned out more entitled? Of course, Quinton would have argued with her until the sun came up that taking women was a form of entitlement, but she still felt as if it had been an act born of desperation, not because he truly thought he deserved to own those women. Whatever the reason, she found him to be an enigma that she was looking forward to learning about through the years.
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The sudden change in the little mans position made Vin's erection, which had started to fade, come rushing back so fast that he had to shift himself in his seat a bit to get comfortable. Who was supposed to be the one doing the teasing here?! But goddamn, that position over his lap was making his cock ache... Still, it was as good a place as any to start.

His brown eyes shot up to quickly check between the seats, and the rear view mirror. Cora had her eyes on Damien, dreamily like usual, and Damien has his own eyes on the road. Perfect.

Very carefully, Vin brought his right hand up off the seat and quickly, before Sabastian had a chance to react, or for anyone to look back, he cupped that cute little cock and gave it a very loving squeeze and stroke over the fabric of his jeans. And just as quickly as he had done it, he brought that same hand up and wrapped it around his waist, disguising his shenanigans by pretending to hold Sabastian like a seatbelt. A very horny seatbelt.

"What's got your nose twitching?" Vin said, leaning down near the window to let his beard stubble lightly scratch against that baby soft skin.
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He was trying to be a grown man, which was hard, and sit down in his seat properly-but the smells were just so good! It hadn't occured to him just yet that, besides Niles rotten sterile stench, he was going to be encountering much worse traumas outside those cells.

At the mention of actually getting a beer, he perked up in a whole different manner and plopped back down in his seat. His grin grew wide again and his teeth flashed in an almost happy dog way.

"If we find any Old Rasputin, that's my absolute favourite."

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No Roots started to blast through the radio, and Quint adjusted his sunglasses as he started to bob his head to the music. His mood was improving by the second and with every mile they left behind. and he was starting to find it a little hard to sit still.

"Sayori," he said suddenly, turning his head to her as two of his tentacles came out through the bottom of his jean legs.

"Want to watch me piss Cory off?"

He didn't really wait for an answer, as suddenly he was moving, unbuckling his seatbelt as his tentacles latched onto the bar beneath the seat and he started to stand up. His hands gripped the side of the door cautiously, as if he was actually trying to keep his balance and not fall out, and then with even more playful caution, he "shakily" stood up straight.

"I've got no roots! But my home was never on the ground~"

Once he had a stable stance, he started dancing to the beat, his arms and body keeping tune perfectly as he dipped his head down a bit and tried to hide the boyish shit eating grin on his face.
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Cora was opening her lips to say something a little corny, when from the corner of her eye she saw something that made her gasp and whip around in her seat.

"What the fuck is he doing?!" she almost yelped, her eyes widening like saucers.

"Quinton!" she yelled before she even realized her window was still up. Once she did though, it made her all the angrier as she had to wait for it to roll down far enough to stick half her body out the window, her hands clasping it with a white knuckle grip.

"Quinton! Put your seat belt back on! RIGHT NOW!"

Her voice was a mixture of fury, and the desperation that one only hears from a tired mother who is watching her son dance on a roof.

 

[Poprockz]

The blonde zombie hadn't been paying much attention to Vin, that smell on the breeze taking up his full focus. Suddenly, he felt a large, gentle hand caress his junk, and that brought him back to reality real quick. A little breath of surprise was let out, that sweet affection causing his cock to rear its horny head once again. Oh that squeeze... he didn't want Vin to stop, but it seemed as though Vin was intent to only give him a bit of a taste.

He made a bit of a grumpy face, though it was largely due to the fact that he knew Vin was teasing him for the express purpose of driving him nuts. Not to mention that even if he wasn't, there was no way they could get frisky in the car with Cora and Damien right there. The thought of them watching him and Vin get it on made him want to bury his head in the sand. How embarrassing would it be to be on full display, letting them watch how effortlessly Vin made him whimper for more?

Sabastian squirmed slightly and soon felt a bit of roughness against him, recognizing it as Vin's scruff.

"What? Oh, I... there's something that smells really good. I can't quite place it. It smells kinda like bread but- beer! It's gotta be something related to beer." He inhaled deeply, confirming his suspicions. It wasn't apparent what exactly was causing the smell, but it could have been a beer factory, or a field of barley or something maybe.

A moment later, he heard the commotion up front, Sabastian turning his gaze forward and widening his eyes in surprise. "What the fuck are you doing, Quint..?"

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What was he...?

Damien had been driving, keeping an eye on the road when he noticed Quint shifting in his seat in an odd fashion, getting up onto his seat a moment later. The sheer stupidity and recklessness of his actions made him at a loss for words. Thankfully, it seemed Cora was under no such limitations. Though he saw what Cora was doing out of the corner of his eye, his gaze was fixed in alarm upon the man dancing in the car ahead of them.

He didn't much care about Quint himself yet, not really having had any reason to bond with him. Cora's brother was immature, abrasive, and bossy, none of his good traits having been witnessed by the grey-eyed man. As far as he was concerned, they would never get along, nor would they ever be anywhere close to friends. What mattered to him was how much Cora valued him. If Quint were to accidentally keel out the side of that car and get himself killed then Cora would be inconsolable.

Honking the horn at them might have been an option, but he didn't want to startle Quint into losing his balance. Other than that, he couldn't think of any other way he could safeguard the man, his knuckles as white as Cora's as he gripped the wheel tightly.

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At first, Sayori was curious about what his intentions were, though that quickly gave way to concern. She could see him shakily getting up out of the corner of her eye and she felt her own heart start to beat more quickly with fear. Sayori reached over to grab his pant leg, but upon glancing down at it she saw his tentacles coming down and around the seat, presumably locking him in place. All of a sudden, it clicked for her and she realized what was going on.

A breath of relief left her before she grinned, returning her eyes to the road now that she knew he was safe. She should have known that Quint wouldn't be so reckless as to do something like that without having taken safety measures.

"Quinton! Put your seat belt back on! RIGHT NOW!"

He wasn't wrong about pissing off his sister- she sounded livid (and for good reason from her perspective).

"Oh! There's something in the road." Sayori winked at Quint, waiting a moment or two before gently swerving to the right, then left, and correcting herself afterwards. If he so desired, he could play it up.

 

[Drobabes]

Those chocolate brown eyes looked at him curiously, a touch of a smile twisting his lips as he watched his lover take in a large breath of air. He personally enjoyed the smell of beer quite a bit and was the just the slightest bit envious of the mans ability to take in it's rich aroma from so far away.

What was happening up front caught his attention as well, though he didn't react how the others did. Vin of course was concerned, but perhaps not nearly as much as everyone else. Once he had leaned over and looked through the front seats, he had to fight off a grin. The guy was being brazen for sure, but Sayori seemed to be relaxed in the drivers seat, and though he wouldn't have personally stood up so high in the car, it wasn't as if Delvin himself hadn't ever dicked around like that. He had broke his collarbone when he was nineteen, infact, after falling off the front of Damaris's pickup truck when they had hit a rock hidden under one of the muddy puddles they were tearing through.

The guy seemed like he was having fun with that wind whipping past him, and after what they had gone through, why not? Sometimes you just needed to let loose and get rowdy.

Besides, Delvin thought to himself, if he did end up injuring himself, he had his own miracle cure. Infact, Quint could quite literally have a taste of his own medicine. That thought finished twisting Vin's lips up into a grin that was bordering on malicious, the thought of a little payback making his morning just a bit brighter.
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Quint was definitely up for it, giving Sayori just the smallest nod right before she pulled the car a little too far over. He leaned into it, or rather, away from it, his arms shooting out a bit unsteadily for a moment as he pretended to almost lose his footing. He let out a loud laugh when he heard his sister scream his name again, knowing it was time to show a bit of mercy. After all, he wanted to piss her off-not traumatize her further, so it was that when Sayori then pulled the car to the other side, he leaned into it much more dramatically and started to throw his arms out to either side of him, full on dancing to the beat.

"I'm going to kill you when that car stops, do you hear me?!"

He looked back over his shoulder, flashing her a grin before he moved his hands down to his belt. With one swift yank, he pulled his pants about halfway down his ass, flashing his bright blue boxers in her face and giving his cheeks a few swats for good measure before pulling them back up and laughing loudly.

"Let's go! Let's go!" he yelled joyfully, throwing his fist forward through the air and turning that big grin on Sayori.
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The shocked look that Cora got on her face when Quint yanked his pants down made Vin laugh out loud, his chest shaking hard against Sabastian's side. Of course, his laugh was infectious, and even if Cora wasn't already trying to choke down her own humour at her brothers tomfoolery, Vins laugh still would have spurred on one of her own.

"Haha! Quinton, you little shit!" she yelled out the window, the anger having started to deflate from her voice the second that she realized he was just fucking around. She pulled herself back inside and adjusted into her seat, fixing her belt and trying, but failing, to hang onto the glare that was pinching her eyebrows.

"If I had a slingshot he would be done for" she laughed, a hand going up to brush her hair back.

 

[Poprockz]

"Aye aye, captain!"

Vroom Vroooom! Sayori revved the engine before speeding up, Quint's fist being her guiding star! All the while, her own grin blazed brightly on that mischievous face of hers.

Seeing his underwear wasn't something that was on her list of things she was expecting for the day, but she couldn't deny that it made his joke all the more humorous. She had half a mind to reach over, put her finger in the elastic, pull it back, and let it smack him in the hip. Where she got the restraint not to do so, she would never know. Perhaps it was simply the fact that he probably didn't want her hands anywhere near his junk even in a playful manner.

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In the drivers seat next to Cora, Damien had held his breath while the car was gently swerving in front of them, though he didn't realize this until Quint pulled down his pants. At that point he relaxed slightly and focused on breathing deep breaths, though he was still a bit pale and wide-eyed. It hadn't even occurred to him that Quint could have been hiding his tentacles and hanging onto the car itself, and he felt a bit foolish about it once it was revealed.

There was no way he could have known though, the man focusing on the fact that Cora's brother was safe and Cora wasn't frantically screaming out the window. With a focused breath out his mouth, he let his white-knuckled grip on the wheel become more lax, Cora's laugh helping tremendously to get his heart-rate down. How she could find her brother's antics as funny as she did was beyond him, but maybe that simply came with knowing a person for a longer period of time.

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Sabastian figured that if he really wanted to, he could probably throw something at Quint for her. However, he'd probably be a bit embarrassed if whatever hit him ended up being thrown too hard. As it was, he simply grinned and enjoyed the way Vin's chest rumbled with laughter. He hadn't gotten a chance to see Cora's expression, but he definitely found the situation to be hilarious. When Quint had pulled his pants down, he could plainly see the way his tentacles were hugging his body downward. At that point it was obvious he was just fucking around.

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Sayori wasn't quite sure why, but Quint seemed to be guiding her into town. Based on the signs, they were heading to a mall. While she was a bit confused, she trusted that Quint knew what he was doing and simply abided by his directions.

In the other car, Damien was also wondering why they were making a stop. It wasn't like he could use a phone to call the other car though, and even if he could it was unlikely either Quint or Sayori would talk to him. Whatever it was, he hoped it was important.

The two cars pulled into the mall parking lot. Contrary to what one might have expected, there weren't any zombies visibly walking around. Of course that didn't mean that there weren't any zombies at all. Sebastian and Quint could both sense several zombies nearby (though it didn't seem like a large group of them, more like several spaced out). The parking lot was littered with the zombie corpses, each of them sporting a bullet hole or two. Based on the state of things, it could be assumed that the military had come through and taken them out in an effort to make foraging easier.

Ugh... The smell of a bunch of sun-baked zombies was pretty gnarly, Sebastian wrinkling his nose while surveying the parking lot. "I can feel a couple of zombies in the area, but I don't think there are any in the parking lot..." He glanced at Cora and Damien before bringing his head back into the car and resting backwards into a kneeling position, removing his hand from Vin's leg in the process.

 

[Drobabes]

He was keeping a close eye out as they made their way towards the town. Besides the obvious threats that could be lurking, he was looking for a sign that would confirm that the area they were heading into was a safe place. Of course, he was willing to have them drive right on out of the danger zone if he got even a whiff of Big Ray's Oven Roasted Shit Cake, but he really wanted to get Sayori to that mall. Luckily for them, that sign came about three miles before they hit the town limit, giving them plenty of time to change direction if they needed to.

A Teddy Bear, placed perilously close to the side of the road. It wasn't anything that out of the ordinary, but it was just the type of inconspicuous object that Ray's eyes would look right over, assuming it wasn't covered in blood.

His eyes focused in on it first, waiting until the car got closer, and then he used one of his long white limbs to reach out and snag it. He brought it into the car, plopping it down in his lap as he inspected it with interest. He would have smiled, maybe, if it weren't for the fact that it might be considered pretty heartless, seeing as it was probably some child's toy.

Turning it over a few times, he suddenly seemed to 'notice' a small opening in the back, likely where the batteries were inserted. And indeed, ripping the velcro back revealed a small speech box. What was inside was not batteries, however, but three sticks of gum. With a little "hmm", he poured them out into his hand and opened the third one up first. It was Big Red, which he promptly stuck into his mouth and started chewing before reading the message that had been printed on the wrapper.

Why did the little boy cross the road?

To get to the mall before daddy told him no!

With a shrug of disinterest that seemed to sum up just how funny he found that little joke, Quint balled up the wrapper and stuck it in his pants pocket before offering Sayori a stick of gum.
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"I can feel a couple of zombies in the area, but I don't think there are any in the parking lot..."

"Well if there are, we'll take 'em out with couple sick moves!" Quint said, suddenly appearing by their window and making Vin flinch. Sneaky bastard. Then again, Vin had been a bit distracted a
by a rather lovely, plush ass.

"I got the punching down if you got the round house kicks."

"Hey Quinton."

"Yea? Ah!"

The zombie boy took a quick step back as he was suddenly blasted in the face with water from a hot pink little squirt gun. Where Cora had procured one from, he had no idea.

"Next time I'm going to fill it with cat piss!"

"Give me that!" he said, yanking the door open and starting to try and wrestle it away from her, which only resulted in her leaning back against Damien and bringing her feet up to put them against her brothers chest as she tried to play keep away.

"Haha, no! It's what you get! Hey...hey! Haha!" she squealed as he reached down to pinch her side.

"Why did we stop here?"

That seemed to get him to stop, though not before he had gotten a hold of the gun and turned it back around on her, thoroughly soaking her face down with cold water revenge.

"We need some colored contacts for me and Sabastian," he said, pointing at a large sign above the mall doors that read 'Halloween City, located in back'.

"And I figured we could all do with some disguises. The cars should be easy enough to hide, but our faces are a little trickier."

 

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All Quint got was a bit of a grossed-out look from Sayori when he offered her the gum. As far as she could see, he had grabbed a teddy bear off the side of the road, pawed at it for a while, and found some hidden gum. The whole thing was highly suspect, so when he popped the gum into his mouth, she had been more than a little concerned. He didn't even know where that teddy bear and gum had been, and yet his first instinct was to put it in his mouth.

One of these days he was going to regret being so impulsive, and when that day she would laugh her ass off (provided he wasn't actually hurt).

"Quint. Please don't eat random gum and stuff. That could have been in someone's butt. Trust me, it happens more than you think."

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She followed Quint close behind as he approached the other car, his own personal shadow. Her movement was fairly quiet, but she couldn't help but let out a little giggle when Cora got him right in the face with her water gun. No one could deny that it was a good price for making his sister worry.

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While Quint had been successful at squirting Cora in the face, he also had the "added bonus" of getting Damien as well in the cross-fire. Flecks of water splashed into his face, giving him a bit of a disgruntled look. He was trying really hard not to glare at Quint, not liking how careless he was being. There wasn't much he could say about it, though. If he made some kind of heated comment, he was sure to upset Cora and ruin her fun, and it would only exacerbate the animosity between himself and Quint.

With that in mind, he simply kept quiet about it and wiped his face inconspicuously, using the moisture to push back his hair. Composure. He needed to maintain his composure.

Even in his slightly annoyed state, he couldn't deny that Quint's logic was sound. It had been easy hiding Sabastian's eye with the eyepatch, but it wasn't as though they could just tie a blindfold around Quint's head to keep him from being discovered. Kuznet was probably circulating their descriptions to whoever had eyes within his reach whether it be a military base, or any known survivor camps. It would do them well to alter their appearance and wardrobe if at all possible.

Clearing his throat, he nodded, "yeah, I think that's an excellent idea. Maybe we can find some hair dye and make-up for it."

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An interested look came upon Sabastian, thinking to himself that it was going to be nice to not have to wear that shitty eyepatch. In fact, Vin was hopefully going to be able to see what he looked like before he became the zombie equivalent of a husky. Though... he had never worn contacts before. It was going to be a bit weird to have it in his eye at first, so hopefully he got used to it quickly and hopefully the quality of the contacts wasn't too shitty.

Besides, now that they were at a mall, they could grab some stuff they might need. Clothes, food, general supplies, etc. While the army get-up did technically fit, he really didn't think it was his style. If at all possible, he wanted to grab some jeans, t-shirts, and maybe some good shoes. It was going to be winter before they knew it, so it would be best if they grabbed some more winter-friendly gear.

If he tried to crawl over Vin, he was likely going to accidentally knee him or make things uncomfortable, so instead his tentacles came out and past Vin's lap toward the parking lot. Two of them rested on the pavement and the other two went to the top of the car, Sabastian using the leverage of all of them to easily travel over Vin and then up; it looked almost like he was moving through a hallway in a zero-gravity space ship. Instead of landing on the ground though, he instead lifted himself onto the car, sitting on the roof and spreading his legs so that he wouldn't hit Vin in the head when he got out. It was pleasantly warm up there, Sabastian simply watching smugly as he Quint and Cora struggled for power.