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A tingle went up his spine when her delicate hands began to explore his body-his breath becoming a little more heady as he breathed in the scent of her perfume through his nose as her warm waist pressed up against his groin, teasing and tantalizing him with what was to come. It wasn't an overpowering scent by any stretch of the word, only a pleasant addition to the beauty of his hot little drummer girl.

Tommy was reminded of the first time he had noticed her, really noticed her, and how she had filled him with such a dreamy feeling. He never told anyone he had felt that way of course, the description "dreamy" being something that he had always teased his sister for saying, but that's exactly how it had felt! The soft pigtails and adorable little doll outfit had so captured his gaze that for a long moment, he quite literally didn't notice anything else in the room. As if he were in a dream, Jesse had been the only thing in his vision and on his mind.

The bed was felt behind his legs and he sat down on it slowly, his amputated limb, still neatly bandaged and hiding the scared tissue beneath, went to her waist and back, gently trying to pull her down with him or at least keep her close. Their kiss had been broken for a moment, but Tommy quickly reached up for more, his good hand coming up to caress and hold her face, his fingers feeling the moisture in her still wet hair. If this point, if someone had walked in on them, he likely wouldn't have stopped. In fact, if anyone walked in, all they were going to get from him was a face full of feathers and a shouted command to get the fuck out and lock the door before it hit their ass.
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"Okay...backroads. So?" she asked, looking up at him again.

"I don't get why that's better than the map we have."

He let out a frustrated noise and almost threw his hands up before deciding to just reach up and pinch the bridge of his nose for a minute instead. Cora noticed how much he almost looked like Francisco when he did that, and it made her pinch her brows with annoyance, but she didn't say anything. Instead she just waited, watching as he let out a little sigh and put his hand down again before turning to her. When he next spoke, he almost sounded a little sad.

"Cory, do you remember every time we went on a trip, and I would almost always insist that we took the path less traveled?"

"Yea...You got really pushy about it sometimes, especially when I didn't want to go through someone's private property just to get somewhere."

She crossed her arms, annoyance in her stance at the mere thought of the tiffs and fights they would get into over it.

"Cora, I was doing that to keep him off our trail. He was following us during those trips. It's also why I pushed us to move so many times over the years."

The annoyed look on her face slowly seemed to melt into a look of shock and horror as it finally dawned on her, her eyes going down to the ground for a long few seconds before coming back up to meet his own.

From the back of the car, though he didn't say anything, Vin looked between the two siblings from his view through the window, his arms wrapped around the little blond man as if he were his own personal teddy bear. He hadn't taken the hyper, immature man, very seriously since they had met but it seemed there was a bit more to him than that wild front he put on.

"The regular maps don't show peoples private property most of the time, and even some of the military maps that Kuznet has," Quint went on.

"Won't show every road. The PGE maps are the only one's that I know of that have to have EVERY road, because they have to be able to get out there and work on the power lines. They also," he said, turning back to look at the building that they were about to go into.

"Have sets of keys to unlock almost all of those gates, so we can get through them without having to break them off and raise suspicion. I know you thought it was weird how no one ever locked their gates, but they did. I just always went ahead on foot and unlocked them before we got there, and it's why I locked them behind us. I wasn't doing it just to be a good guy, I was doing it to slow him down if he ever did get too close."
 
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Spreading her legs and bending her knees, Jesse sat down on his firm lap. She found herself more to the edge near his knees, so she had to put her hands on his shoulders for a moment for balance and scoot up his thighs a bit to get closer to him. It felt a bit naughty to have her ass rubbing against his legs, almost as naughty as having her legs practically spread for him. Her movements only made her more aware of the fact that despite her lingerie bottoms being put on five to ten minutes ago, they were already moist with her arousal.

Pulling back from Tommy, she reached down and took off her shirt, tossing it to the floor before leaning forward and kissing his neck lustfully. It was true that neither of them had explicitly said that they were going to be going all the way, but she felt like that was the direction they both thought they were going in. After all, Tommy had to know that she wouldn't shower just for a mere make-out session. In order to go all the way though, she had to bring it up in a smooth way and bring out the condoms she had-

THE CONDOMS!

Jesse suddenly sucked in a breath with a bit of panic on her face and felt around her pants, reaching in the pockets and coming up with nothing. In her rush to get back to him, she had left the condoms under her pillow and put perfume on instead. In her mind it was like she had already grabbed them, so she had just run off without actually making sure they were in her pocket. Her face went pink, the embarrassment apparent as she tried to figure out what to do. Was she going to have to leave him here again and run back to her room? She definitely could, but it might end up killing the mood a bit in her opinion.

Her head lifted and she looked at him sheepishly- so much for her plans of looking seductive and well-prepared. "Tommy... I... don't know if you were thinking of going all the way today, but um... I was, but I forgot the uh... Well, I forgot the condoms." At that point she didn't think she could continue eye-contact, the young woman looking away from him. What if he thought she actually didn't want to because she hadn't brought them? She felt pretty careless, kicking herself for not taking just a little bit more time in an effort to be more thorough.

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Damien pursed his lips and actually narrowed his eyes at Quint, a bit of his own irritation making itself known. Just because Quint had a good idea, it didn't mean he had to make a show of being frustrated at Cora. It made him feel like Quint was almost calling Cora stupid for not understanding what he was getting at, and that did not make for a happy Damien. Cora was certainly not stupid by any means, and didn't deserve any of Quint's frustration or disappointment. Her brother was obviously intelligent and had a knack for thinking outside the box, but that didn't give him license to be a know-it-all ass to his sister.

However, he didn't want to start a fight with the man, and Cora only seemed to be slightly annoyed. For now, he wasn't going to do anything about it other than be there in case she wanted to be backed up. So, he simply listened to the conversation, getting confirmation that his own assumptions about where Quint was going with this were correct.

The doe-eyed woman in the car leaned on the edge of the rolled-down window chimed in, "that's some pretty good thinking, Quint. But where are we actually going? Does anyone know?" She looked back and forth between them, ignoring Damien's presence. To her, it just seemed like Quint was trying to teach Cora something, though she did think that the nose-pinching was a bit dramatic (and a bit cute in its own way).

"Well, my original goal was to get myself and Cora to my bunker, but it would be fine if we went as a group," Damien responded with an even tone.

Sayori made a sour face, her tone matching as she replied, "You would have a bunker wouldn't you? But I'm not sure I want to be stuck your custom-made bunker with you for the foreseeable future." For all she knew, it could have been altered to only respond to voice commands from him, meaning that as soon as they got there, he could trap them in there.
 
A soft groan was let out against her lips, her plush ass sliding up his legs making his dick jump in his pants. His hand went from caressing her cheek and lightly toying with her hair, to reaching down and gently, but firmly, gripping her ass and pulling her just a bit closer. When she broke the kiss to reach down and peel her shirt off, he was almost panting, despite only just getting started. His eyes went down, wanting to look at the soft curve of her beautiful orbs that she had so suggestively teased him with earlier, and when he saw what she was wearing he sucked in a breath.

Holy shit she was wearing lingerie! He had not been expecting that, and while she looked like an absolute knock out gorgeous model in it, the lacy and intricate fabric had the added effect of solidifying that this was really happening; that they were going to go all the way.

Better than a shot of adrenaline, Tommy felt himself suddenly feel of lustful energy. Her lips on her neck were met his teeth gently grazing her shoulder, nibbling her playfully before he began to kiss and suck on her skin with enthusiasm, his hips lifting slightly to grind against her as his fingers went to her side. He gripped her for a moment, the warmth and strength of them radiating against her skin before they slid up her ribs, and then to her back, rubbing and caressing her as if he simply couldn't get enough of the way her soft skin felt like silk beneath the pads of his fingers.

"You're turning me on so much" he panted, going back to kissing her neck before she suddenly pulled back from him. A bit shocked, he moved back as well, for a moment panting and panicking that he had perhaps done something wrong. When he saw her frantically reaching for her pockets, however, his face simply became confused.

"Tommy... I... don't know if you were thinking of going all the way today, but um... I was, but I forgot the uh... Well, I forgot the condoms."

The pink on her cheeks stirred him up so much. It was simultaneously melting his heart and driving him wild with the need to take her and flip them both over, laying her down on the bed and just going to town between her legs until she was screaming out his name. Well, at least his inexperienced mind imagined that that's how all women reacted to being eaten out. He didn't yet know that it took a little more than just putting your tongue down there and hoping for the best.

"Oh! I got some" he said suddenly, having realized she was waiting for him to respond. Very quickly, he looked down and reached into his own pocket, pulling the few out that he had taken out of the envelope.

"Right here."
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"But where are we actually going? Does anyone know?"

Quint folded up the map as he looked over at her. He had a loose idea of which direction to head in, for now, but Francisco had talked about one of his men having set up a rebel base after he had been snuck out after the blowing up one of Kuznet's research labs. They had only been able to touch on it briefly, as at the time they weren't even sure when they we're going to be able to get Quint out of there, Francisco was trying to rally forces and supplies, get in touch with a few key old contacts, keep up his own work and the show for Kuznet, and try to buy time before the big guy could swoop down and snatch up Cora. It was a large load, but now that Quint was out, he knew he could take on some of the work himself and free up some time for Fran and make some plans on where to take them. He just needed to meet up with him, hopefully soon, which was another reason he wanted to come here. Not just for the map and keys, but to look for another package or hidden message. Most likely it would be in one of the reference books in the building.

"Well, my original goal was to get myself and Cora to my bunker, but it would be fine if we went as a group,"

"You would have a bunker wouldn't you?"

Normally Cora would have laughed, or at least snickered, at the sour remark, but the context was not at all funny, so she simply looked away, taking the map gently from her brothers hands and choosing to ignore that he had no qualms about finding humor in what the little women had said. Though he had originally looked away from Sayori and to Damien with a deadpan glare, he was now sporting a pretty stupid grin after having let out a loud, "pfft! ha!"

"Hey, why don't we go to Damaris's?"

Vin had been quiet for most of the conversation, but considering the atmosphere, and that they just needed a game plan, he decided it was probably time to speak up a little bit.

"Who?" Quint asked.

"Damaris is Vin's sister" Cora answered, her hazel eyes then looking over to the back seat.

"I don't know if that's a good idea Vin. What if Kuznet follows us?"

Delvin looked a bit worried, not having thought of that. In all honesty, though, Kuznet knew so much about each one of them that he was more scared that his sister had already been tracked down. She was very careful about keeping where she lived a private matter, but that didn't mean that the locals still didn't know where she was. His want to check on her was growing by the day, and on top of this, he had just been through some sickeningly traumatic stuff. He wanted to see his family.

"I'm gonna shake him off our trail" Quint said, his voice sounding pretty confident.

"And besides, he probably already knows who she is. He's been watching you guys for a while, so I think it might actually be a good idea to go there if we can to check in and see if she's okay, and get her out of there before Kuznet shows up, if he hasn't already."

Cora went quiet after that and Vin looked grateful that he wasn't the only one thinking of his sisters safety.

"Anyways, I'm going to go get what I need so we can get out of here. You want to come with, or stay here?"

Quint wasn't opposed to going in alone-he couldn't imagine there being any major threats in the building, but Cora still had her gun on her and would likely feel better about it. After giving him a little nod, she walked over to Damien and rubbed his back softly, giving him a soft smile

"We'll be quick. You want to switch cars again? Ride up front with me?"

While she was doing that, Quint walked over to Sayori and stuck his head in the car, seemingly looking for something before a tentacle came out and traveled between the seats and into the back. Vin watched with curiosity as it seemed to feel around on the ground, rubbing over and gripping Sabastian's shoe by accident, before reaching under the drivers seat. It paused there for a brief moment before coming back out with the metal bat that Cora liked to carry on occasion. Once it had it, it wove back up through the seats and out the window. Those ocean blue eyes then met Sayori's and he said very seriously, almost in a whisper if he had spoke anymore quietly,

"If anything happens, tell Sabastian to shout at me. I'll be able to hear him loud and clear" he said, likely referring to their telekinesis. Once that was relayed, he turned away and brought the bat up to his hands, looking it over as he started to walk towards the main entrance.

"Aw Cory what the hell! You dented it!"

"Oh don't act like you can't still use it. Besides, you're so strong now it's probably going to bend in half the first time you swing it."

"That's besides the point, if you use my shit I expect you to take care of it!"

"Oh right, like how you 'took care of' my Tacoma."

"Hey, that deer came out of nowhere!"

"Yea, well that zombie came out of nowhere!"

As the two walked away squabbling, Vin couldn't help but chuckle. They hadn't even been together for twenty four hours and yet they were already acting like siblings again. He would have bet that their heart rates weren't even going up, despite the bite in the tone of their voices.
 
His hand felt so nice on her body, the woman feeling as though everywhere his fingers went, fire was sure to follow. The same could be said for his lips, his teeth... Well, all of him really. She almost felt like she might drip through her underwear at this rate, especially with that bulge grinding on her like that.

Blinking, Jesse then stared at the condoms in his hand. Did he grab them while she was gone, or was he just walking around camp with condoms in his pocket? She imagined he would have been more winded if he had been made to go get them, even from his hospital room, so it was more likely that he simply had them with him even before things started turning sexual. Had Tommy been keeping them on him in the hopes of being ready whenever she decided it was time.

That idea was pretty adorable, not to mention super considerate.

Jesse put her arms loosely around his shoulders and gave him a bit of a grin. "Prepared for anything, aren't you, soldier?"

She leaned up and kissed his cheek appreciatively before drawing back with a more flirty smile, "I appreciate that a lot, you know... Unrelated, but like, maybe some day in the future you can practice your flexibility by undoing my bra with your feet." Jesse giggled and reached down, tugging the bottom of his shirt up until she could get it up and over his head, leaving it near the bed next to her own.

Her eyes went down to his chest and she couldn't help but be in awe. Even having been hospitalized, he was in great shape, his chest pleasing to the eye. It looked firm but soft, the perfect place for hands to be. A woman's hands could get lost on a chest like that, wandering for days with no end in sight.

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At Quint's laugh, Damien's cheeks got a bit of color, the man deciding that perhaps it would be best for him not to insert himself into the conversation anymore at the present time. He didn't have to be a genius to know that they were making fun of him, his former wealth in particular. He wasn't used to this- being the butt of a joke. Though his mother did indeed joke at his expense, this felt somewhat different in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on.

His face was set in a bit of a sour look before Vin spoke up, his features relaxing a bit as he pondered the suggestion. If that's where he wanted to go, he didn't see a problem with it. At the mention of danger though, he glanced at Cora and shifted his stance. He certainly didn't want VIn's family to come to harm because of the General either, but they were all a bit too far down the rabbit hole to climb back up. If any of them had any family to speak of, it was a certainty that the evil man would have sought them out in order to get a foothold back in twisting or controlling them. In a very morbid way, it was almost good that most of them didn't have many family members.

"We'll be quick. You want to switch cars again? Ride up front with me?"

He nodded, his mood instantly lifting and a small smile coming to his face. It seemed as though she was checking on him, concerned about his well-being. That touched him, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth. "I would like that a lot. I think our conversation is over anyway. Until next time, at least." His gaze lingered on her, wishing that he too could come inside the building with them to protect her. If not for his arms, he would have insisted.

The blonde man had slept through the conversation, but upon the touch to his foot he ended up being roused from his slumber. It had felt like someone bumped him, then was trying to take off his shoe, his leg lifting slightly before being set down. His eyes opened slowly in a sleepy, squint of a glare. He knew that white tentacle and the dumbass it belonged to. Straightening up slightly, he watched it retreat as Quint said something to Sayori, something about letting him know if something happened.

Then his eyes landed on what he had taken. A bat? A bat?! Sabastian had been woken up because Quint, a zombie who could literally lift several people at once, wanted a bat to protect himself with? That inconsiderate attitude pissed him off, his eyes squinting a bit more as his glare deepened.

When Quint started to walk away, the blonde reached over with one of his tentacles and opened his car door, another slinking out of it just in time to grab Quint's ankle, forcing him to trip forward.

Lifting one of his hands to his mouth, he called sarcastically, "Sorry. I was looking for something useless and happened to bump your leg. Whoops." With that, he crossed his arms and shuffled his shoulders slightly as he resituated himself against Vin.

While Sayori was a bit surprised, she couldn't help but stifle a giggle against her hand. The look on Quint's face had been hilarious, and she suspected she knew why he had been tripped.

It took a bit of willpower for Damien not to chuckle, but his lips did curl up a bit. It felt a bit vindicating to see some of Quint's carelessness to come back to bite him, though he recognized that it could have been his own dislike for Quint fueling these feelings. And Quint laughing at him earlier definitely had nothing to do with it.
 
"Prepared for anything, aren't you, soldier?"

He didn't have an answer for that. Well, not an answer that wouldn't make him look like a floundering dope of a virgin teenager, so instead of trying to come up with an answer, he just gave her a little grin and shrug. He wasn't too worried about the truth of it getting out there, and even if it did, well...could she blame him? Tommy could barely think straight when she was with him.

"Unrelated, but like, maybe some day in the future you can practice your flexibility by undoing my bra with your feet."

It was his turn to blink, though it was soon followed up with a gentle laugh, fading off softly as she pulled his shirt up, and he was more than happy to lose it. He was more than happy to actually try unclasping her bra with his feet as well, but he couldn't tell yet if she was being serious. Maybe he could convince her that it would be a great motivator to help him practice.

As her eyes traveled his body, he couldn't help but feel proud. He had been just a tad nervous that she wouldn't like what she saw, with his skin still being just a bit paler than he would like-though it certainly wasn't for lack of trying to lose that chalky tone; he just usually burned long before he could tan.

"You're so beautiful Jesse" he said softly, his blue eyes roaming her own soft curves in equal appreciation before coming back up to her face and lingering there, taking in her lustful gaze. Truth be told, he was a bit nervous, but looking into her confident eyes helped a lot.
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"Well at least I fixed your-ah fuck!"

His hands flew up in the air, getting ready to catch himself, and his eyes widened like saucers. He took a couple stumbling steps forward to recenter his balance with gravity, and although Cora could have reached out to try and catch him from falling, she didn't. Instead she crossed her arms over her chest and starts laughing, the face he had made amusing her just as much, if not more than, Sayori. It was this, combined with what Sabastian said, that made him whip around and shoot a glare at the little blond.

"It's not useless Sabastian!" he shouted back.

"How it would look if someone shows up and I'm just walking around barehanded?"

In truth, he had kind of meant to wake Sabastian up, not wanting Damien to be out of anyone's sight for more than even a moment, but he didn't say this out loud. Instead he just let his feet carry him backwards as his free hand reaches down into his pocket to pull out a pair of sunglasses, putting them on before he finishes by pointing towards his zombie eyes.

"Smarter, not harder Iolaus" he says with a grin, then quickly turns back and runs away before Sabastian decides to get out of the car.

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Once they were inside the building, it doesn't take them very long to find the room he was looking for. Over the years, he had had a number of different jobs, but he had stuck with the electric company the longest and it made a lot more sense to Cora now. She wondered what other jobs he had had for the sole reason of protecting them, as she watched him comb through some of the filing cabinets and reference books. One book in particular seemed to catch his eye for a long while, and as the minutes rolled by, Cora started to get a bit anxious.

"Did you get the map?"

"Yea," he said, reading one more line and then snapping the manual shut rather quickly, as if he had just gotten a bit sidetracked. From there they went looking for an extra set of keys, and when they couldn't find any hanging up, Quint insisted on searching the office himself, knowing there was likely a rotting corpse inside. No, not knowing, he could smell it from all the way down the hall but simply had hoped he wouldn't need to open the door.

Needless to say, it wasn't a pretty sight. The women had likely been in her mid forties, perhaps early fifties, before she took her own life with a now rusted box cutter. The small photo of her family, a couple of tall boys playing something that looked like a game of beer pong in an unkempt backyard, made him frown as he took the keys from her pocket, his shirt being held up under his nose even though it did little to stop the smell.

"Are you okay?" Cora asked as he came out, shutting the door behind him quickly.

"Yea, the smell is making me feel nauseous. Let's get out of here."

With a little nod, she headed back down the hall with him.
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In the back seat, Vin had simply chuckled at their shenanigans. As soon as the two had left, however, he hugged Sabastian more tightly to his chest and let out a little sigh as he stared off out the window, simply waiting for them to return. His mind was far away, almost not even noticing when the twins got back and everyone switched up the positions they were taking in the vehicles; Cora getting back behind the drivers seat after helping Damien to get in the front.

After the car started, he found himself relaxing just a bit. He really had nothing against Sayori, and Quint was...well, he was Cora's brother, but it felt nice to just be around people that he already knew once again. He felt as if he could let his guard down a little, even though he had not necessarily been trying to keep it up. It was just...calm. And he needed some calm.
 
Tommy's compliment made her smile warmly, knowing that he truly meant it. He wasn't one for flattery, and in his eyes she could see that he saw a lovely woman in front of him, not some toy he could fuck with.

"Thank you...I think you're super handsome too. Those blue eyes, that strong face..." Jesse reached up and cupped his face, kissing him softly before deepening it. She had originally just wanted a little kiss, but it was as though her lips and tongue had a mind of their own. His breath was hot, and he tasted like cinnamon, her own mouth tasting more like mint from the haphazard tooth-brushing she had done before running over. When they were like this together, it was as though the apocalypse had never happened. All there was were two people, young and in love.

Though she wasn't completely satisfied with his mouth, Jesse came up for air and let out a heavy breath. If only she could keep kissing him forever- maybe that would be true happiness. Her blue-green eyes fixed him with a serious and compassionate gaze before she spoke.

By the way, Tommy. Whatever happens between us, I want you to know that it's all good. A lot of guys worry about their first times, like if you cum too fast, or if you can't get it up after summing once, or you make a weird sound or something like that. I really don't care- I'm just here to be intimate with you, so you can relax with me. Okay?" Reaching behind herself, Jesse then unclasped her bra, dropping it into the steadily growing clothes graveyard; her perky breasts were between B's and C's. Though the whole point of the lingerie had been to be sexy, it didn't seem to matter as much anymore- she just wanted it off so he could see all of her.

Tommy had probably never seen her with her shirt off, much less her bra, so he probably hadn't noticed that her skin bore the occasional freckle. Her skin looked as though someone had taken a pale canvas and dotted a few points on the map, such as a few inches below her left breast, to the right of her belly-button, and near her collar-bone.
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Sabastian simply rolled his eyes at Quint's response, grumbling to himself, "he thinks he's soooo clever." To be honest, he hadn't really been thinking about other humans encountering them, but still. If Vin could go around bare-fisting zombies to death, then it was conceivable that other people might try as well. Besides, his sister had a gun which would make things a bit more believable. They were also in the middle of nowhere, so it was unlikely they'd bump into anyone anyway.

The tight squeeze made him look up to make sure Vin was okay, but it seemed as though the man had just done it unconsciously. He looked... a bit lost. It made Sabastian feel a flutter of concern in his heart, though he knew there wasn't much more he could do to help Vin until the man felt safe opening up. Instead, he was going to have to be content with being Vin's private teddy bear.

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When Cora and Quint got back, Sayori hopped out of the car to trade seats. She had heard Cora talk to Damien about switching, and she personally would much rather sit with Quint. The rest of them were decent company, but Quint was definitely the funner person to ride with. Sayori knew that they could either chat endlessly, or be in comfortable silence either way.

Damien got into the passenger seat and sighed, watching the power plant get smaller in the distance as they went. After about two hours, he started feeling... very relaxed. It was such a nice feeling, like being on a cloud where everything was safe. His body didn't feel like there was any danger nearby, nor did his mind. Part of him wished he could always be in that state of peace, but he knew that he would simply have to enjoy it while it lasted.

He was soon asleep, his head leaning slightly to the side as his deep slumber gave him a peaceful expression. It was as though he was unaware of the horrors that had happened to them, and to the ones that may come in the future.
 
His hand roamed her delicate skin as they shared another kiss, his own tongue following suit and deepening the intensity at her behest. Her tummy was taught and silky soft beneath his fingers as they slid up slowly, his cock straining so hard against this pants that it was almost painful. The heat coming off from between her legs was enough to make him want to groan, though he held it back and simply thrust against her softly, wanting her to feel some pleasure herself.

"By the way, Tommy. Whatever happens between us, I want you to know that it's all good... I really don't care- I'm just here to be intimate with you, so you can relax with me. Okay?"

His hand roamed back down from her stomach to her thigh, resting there patiently as she spoke. The look on his face softened immensely at her words, and he gave her a very genuine and intense gaze, his smile soft and heartfelt at what she had said. He wanted to say something in return, feeling as if it was socially necessary, but before he could come up with anything, even just a simple thank you, she was reaching behind her back and then pulling down that sexy lingerie to reveal her chest.

Tommy sucked in a breath at the sight of them, so perfectly round and plump on her petite frame. He had to swallow a bit to get rid of some of the excess saliva in his mouth that had started to build. Slowly, almost a bit hesitantly, he lifted his hand and gently rubbed each of her freckles with the pad of his thumb, stopping on the freckle beneath her breast. From there, he lifted his hand, again, almost hesitantly, and cupped her her supple bosom, kneading it gently as his thumb moved up to tease her nipple and his eyes found hers to see her reaction.

After a few seconds kneading her soft flesh, the coolness of it feeling good against his palm, he switched over to her other side, exploring and feeling it as well. They were both so soft and plump; perky and fitting perfectly in his palm. He wished he had both of his hands so that he could play with them at the same time. Looking up into her eyes again for a brief moment, he bent forward and kissed her left breast softly, right above the nipple, before his lips explored further down and sucked her soft flesh into his mouth, his wet lips and tongue engulfing her pink nipple.
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For this part of the trip, Quint was pretty quiet. He didn't avoid conversation, but he didn't try to start any, or put any CD's in the stereo. His gem eyes simply watched the back of the car that Cora was driving, taking whatever turns she took, while his mind wandered off and thought about the session that he had had with Damien. Mentally, he wasn't drawing any conclusions or plans yet (besides the one's he already had), but simply taking notes of certain details to bring up in later discussions.

At one point, since they had the top up on the car, he had reached in the back seat and found one of those car visors that we're meant to keep the heat off the front seat. He had pulled it up with a tentacle and handed it to Sayori, offering for her to use it as a way to cover herself if she wanted to change her clothes while they were driving. He could imagine how uncomfortable she was feeling, and while she was deciding if she wanted to use that, he had pulled out the pregnancy test and handed it to her as well. They would have to stop soon again to address everyone's wounds, and he figured she could go to the bathroom and use it then.
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Around the time that Damien was starting to fall asleep, Vin was getting a nice buzz from his own intake of the gummies. His grip on Sabastian loosened a bit, and his head leaned back against the seat, his face and body finally seeming to relax. Through the review mirror, Cora glanced at both of them while she was checking on her brother. Her eyes then moved over to Damien, a smile touching her lips as she reached out and rubbed his thigh affectionately. It was about time to find a spot to pull over and treat their wounds.
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About five minutes later, she pulled the car over on the shoulder of the road, near a grassy embankment. It was a bit dried from the scorching summer, but it was flat and didn't seem to have a whole lot of gravel, so she could help to get Damien out of the car and laid down on the ground without causing him too much pain to his back. The terrible burn was healing, but she wanted to avoid irritating it if she could.

Quint soon pulled up behind her, shutting the engine off and then stepping out. While she went to the passenger side and started to try and rouse Damien enough to get him on his feet and moved, if he wasn't too far into sleep, he took a slow look around and smelled the air. He didn't sense any zombies, or smell anything out of the ordinary, except for a faint smell of something kind of crisp and fresh. It almost tickled his nose, making his eyes tear up a bit and want to sneeze, before he recognized what it was. It was that same sort of smell that got in the air just before the weather shifted to rain or snow, and he wondered if they should be pulling some sweatshirts out of the trunk before they left again.

From the back seat, Vin looked around, almost sleepily, but he sat himself up and got ready to get out of the car. He knew Sabastian was going to want to check him over, and he was...well.

Vin waited until the little blond got out, and then he climbed out himself and leaned back against the door. His expression became a bit grim, his anxiety building despite the weed trying to relax his system. He was still partly denying that his ear was actually missing, his mind having done a very good job of shoving that fact to the back and acting as if the bandaging was only hiding a small wound.
 
Tommy didn't really need to say anything, as she could tell from his expression that he appreciated her words. If there was something she disliked, it was women and men being told that they had to be a certain way to be valid. Her boyfriend could be sensitive, shy, and sweet while still being a masculine entity. A lot of men were told that they had to take charge, know exactly what to do and how to behave, even on their first times, and it just wasn't fair.

When Tommy looked at her as though she was something other-worldly, she couldn't help but feel flattered. It seemed like he liked what he saw, especially from the way his Adam's apple visibly bobbed in his throat. Though he probably had seen porn before, this was quite possibly the first time he had seen a girl's breasts completely revealed in front of him, and they were her's- Jesse's! It made her feel proud, as though she was reserving a place just for herself in his catalogue of precious memories.

It was amazing how such a little touch could be so intimate, Jesse watching as he followed the treasure map on her body to the two large X's in the sand. Though it wasn't booty he was going to find there. At last he grabbed hold of one of her breasts, Jesse feeling more sensitive than normal, perhaps because she hadn't done anything like this in a while, or perhaps because it was him. Under his touch, her nipples became more pert, the sensitive nubs responding to his thumb's wiles. It sent little zips of pleasure down her belly straight to her core, Jesse watching him almost in rapture as he did so.

A little gasping sound left her mouth before she blushed and bit her lip. The heat of his mouth against her nipple had simply felt really good and a bit intense for a moment from the build-up of anticipation. Jeez, she had just lectured Tommy about feeling comfortable making noises, when she herself still felt a bit embarrassed at times. She probably needed to take her own advice on that front.

In any case, she felt the way his lips had such tight purchase on her, his tongue playing with her inside of his mouth. She could just imagine the way it looked in there, her pert nipple being curiously rubbed and pushed around by the slick entity that was his tongue. Jesse couldn't help her breath quickening, a shiver going down her spine from the attention he was giving to her breast.

"That... that feels good, Tommy... Your tongue is really wet..." It almost felt embarrassing to say, and yet it also fueled the fire in her loins. 'Of course his tongue was wet, it was his tongue,' she thought a moment afterward. In her breathless enjoyment of it though, it seemed she wasn't the best at being clever one hundred percent of the time.

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The privacy divider had been gratefully accepted by Sayori, the woman really wanting to put on something, anything to replace what she was wearing. Having put it up, she then tried to put her clothes on with as much grace as possible. It wasn't extremely easy, what with the way the seats were, but she made it work. The cutesy outfit was a one-piece, so she had to get completely undressed, wiggling around in her private bubble and sometimes bumping it with her elbow. However, her efforts soon paid off, the small woman now in a pair of clean underwear, new bra, jeans, and a dark sea-green off-the-shoulder shirt. The shirt was made of thin material, though she had made sure it wasn't see-through.

When it was all done, she put her shoes back on (as well as her seat-belt), and took down the divider, tossing it into the backseat and breathing a sigh of relief. It didn't seem like Quint was of a mind to chat, so she simply let that comfy silence settle down while she gazed out the window. It was a nice day, though a bit overcast. Perhaps it was going to drizzle a bit in the next day or two.

The pregnancy was in her lap, the woman turning it over rhymically in her fingers. She didn't really want to think about it at the moment, lest her heart rate pick up and the panic set in once more. It would be dealt with one way or another. Even if she was pregnant, Quint had sworn to help her, so she had to trust in him.

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Sabastian had been intermittently napping, but had woken up when he heard the slamming of the car doors. The little blonde yawned, covering his mouth before sighing heavily. It had been a pain in the butt to keep watch for half the night last night, so he still felt like his body wanted more sleep. Still, he figured he should get up and stretch a bit to keep the blood flowing.

"MM!" Upon leaving the car, the man leaned to the side, stretching his arm up over himself and then doing the same to the other side. He had never liked road trips, as he hadn't really had any that weren't his mom moving from place to place to escape the shitstain that was his dad. In his youth, he had gotten used to the long slogs, though perhaps he had gotten out of the rhythm of it all since having settled down at Damien's mansion. They hadn't had a need to move after that, as it seemed he finally got the message and left them alone.

Glancing at Vin, he noticed the man looking as though he was waiting for something terrible to happen. He wasn't sure why Vin was so opposed to being treated, especially since he seemed to mostly just have internal wounds. Sure, the goop wasn't appetizing and was admittedly a bit gross, but it was like bitter medicine that he needed to take in order to get better. The wound on his head probably just needed to be disinfected and redressed and that would be that.

Moving to Vin's side and leaning against the car as well, he glanced at the man before asking, "you okay? You look like the kid who can see dead people." Though he was trying to make it a bit light, there was genuine concern in his voice.

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Blinking blearily, Damien didn't quite know what was going on. All he knew was that he wanted to go back to sleep, but Cora was asking him to get up. The man was able to get out of the car, but promptly walked a few steps, and decided that where he was would be a good spot to sleep. Damien reached up with his numb hand and took his shirt off carefully before laying on his back gently and pulling the shirt over himself like a blanket. Sure, it was counter-intuitive, but his mind wasn't really awake at the moment. Within about ten seconds, his eyelids had drooped and he was sleeping once more.
 
Her gasp of pleasure made his cock twitch, his hips pushing up against groin just to get a little relief. His tongue lashed against her nipple with knew enthusiasm, his lips forming a vacuum seal as he sucked her supple skin further into his mouth, her words encouraging him. Her other breast was not left unattended, his fingers and palm squeezing and toying with the soft flesh, though he had enough sense to not squeeze her too hard. Despite being the 'shy' one amongst his peers, it wasn't as if he didn't listen when they swapped stories. His cousin had been dumped for being too rough with his girlfriends chest, and Tommy did not want to make that same mistake.

Pulling back from her nipple with a little 'pop', he reached out and gave it a lingering lick before pulling back, his breath heady and quick. His blue eyes looked up at her face with lust, his hand moving from her soft flesh to her side, and then back, as he suddenly pulled her close and attempted to stand.

Being a bit knew to it, but also having enough strength to hold the weight of her petite frame, his shuffling was a bit awkward at first, and he had to move his knee between her thighs to ensure that he didn't drop her. Once he had her up enough, however, he turned them both around and laid her down on the bed.

His hand went to the side, near her arm, as his lips sought hers out in a hungry kiss. He didn't use as much tongue, his lips almost a bit impatient, and before long, he was roaming down to her neck, kissing her sweetly but intensely. One of his knees came up onto the bed, helping to steady himself and not fall on her as he pulled back a bit, panting, and looked down to unbutton her pants with his one good hand. That hand then made a teasing trail up her body, between her breasts, and then sliding down her side before coming to rest on the bed once more. His lips then moved from her neck and down, making a slow trail of teasing kisses and licks, his goal seemingly being to reach her hot core with that wanting tongue...
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Cora couldn't help but smile in an affectionate manner as she watched him, though she tried to keep her body angled away from Sayori and Quint. She understood their looks when they were being affectionate with each other, but she wasn't going to stop doing it. She would, however, attempt to hide it a bit more so as to avoid that awkward feeling their looks gave her.

The guy was definitely high, acting pretty loopy as he barely managed to get out of the car. Quint looked at him casually as he started to peel his shirt off, but when his eyes landed on the awful burn mark on his back, he couldn't help but look away, his brows knitting a bit. After a moment, he made his way over to the trunk of the car, waiting for Cora walk over and get the first aid kit out.

As he waited, he looked over at Sayori as well, pausing to appreciate the green of her shirt with his knew eyes before they went back over to the bag of clothing that he had grabbed for himself. He hadn't seen her in anything but the outfits that she had been forced to wear while being held prisoner, and his thoughts had been so occupied in the car, that he hadn't taken a very good look at her. To see her in something more fitting to her age and her own style made a smile come to his face. She looked like a beautiful women again; someone strong and capable, and now that he knew of it, more than fitting to run her own business. He could totally see her standing behind the counter, her sweet voice charming thirsty patrons, and her delicate little hands making masterful cocktails.

"It was hot inside me, wasn't it? You slid in-between my legs so easily after putting in that lube... It was so warm and thick it almost felt like you were cumming inside me."

Having pulled his own shirt off and reaching around her to grab another from his own bag, Cora watched as his movements suddenly slowed to a crawl. He had gotten the shirt around his head and shoulders, but was now very slowly pulling it down to his waist, his eyes a bit wide as he stared at something in the trunk. Quickly looking around, she looked over to Sabastian, to see if he was looking in a certain direction that might indicate there was zombies nearby, or a smell of danger or something, but there didn't seem to be. And Quint had just been smiling, almost dopily infact, if she had to describe it, so she was a little shocked and confused by his sudden mood shift.

"Quinton?..."

He flinched and yanked his shirt down like someone had just slapped him, and when his eyes darted down to her before quickly looking away, she could have sworn that he was on the verge of blushing.

"You're going to have to peel the congealed layer off his hand before you clean it out."

"Alright. What's wrong? Why are you mad?"

"I'm not mad" he said before he reached out and pushed her back from the car so that he could slam the trunk down. It was a wonder he didn't put a giant dent in the car, but she chalked it up to being one of those strength things-when they weren't actively thinking about it, then their bodies seemed to use a normal persons level of strength.

"Then why are you talking like that?"

"I'm not talking...ugh, just clean his hand Cora."

"I'm going to, stop being a dick."

"Don't tell me not to be a dick when you're asking me to fix your rapists fucking arm."

"I told you I could do it myself, I know how!"

She turned from him, her own face flushing now as she stomped off towards Damien, but Quint was close behind her, his arms crossed as he glared at her back.

"You're not strong enough to do it by yourself-"

"Yes I am, I'll use my foot."

"Just let me do it Cora."

He was trying to keep the bite out of his tone, but he couldn't help it. Yea, he was mad that he had to fix wounds on a man that he didn't believe deserved to have working hands, but he was also embarrassed and angry all over again about the situation with the eggs. Quint hadn't been strong enough to tell Sayori no, or at least just use a tentacle like she had requested, instead willingly giving in and using her body for his pleasure, knowing full well that she didn't truly want that. He was also pretty pissed off at Sabastian for not having warned him about what was going to happen when the eggs came, thinking that if he had had any warning, he might have been able to prepare himself for it mentally and stop himself from going so far.

"No."

"What, are you scared I'm going to rip his arm out or something?" he bit back, snarkily, though he regretted it almost immediately when he saw the look she got on her face for a brief moment.

She stopped by Damien's side and then angrily got down on the ground, sitting the kit down next to her before pulling his injured hand into her lap and starting to gently tug and pick at the congealed layer of gel. She could feel Quint standing behind her before she felt his hand on her shoulder, and she refused to look up at him until he spoke, his tone finally softening a bit.

"I wouldn't actually do that Cora."

With an angry scowl still set on her face, she whipped her face up and glared at him, the distrust obvious in her eyes. And to be fair, she had every right not to believe him at his word, having seen him and Brandon gang up on an ex of hers and beat the shit out of him for cheating on her. As if she couldn't have handled that on her own.

"I...won't do that" Quint said, his face becoming a bit guilty looking as he changed his phrasing.

"I'm not going to be that monster he wants us to be. I'm sorry I said that. Let me help."

Her hazel eyes searched his face for a moment before they grew a bit misty, and she had to look away, turning her attention back to Damien's hand as she gently pulled the congealed layer back.

"Okay...Can you help get Delvin taken care of while I clean this?"

"Yea..." he said softly, losing his steam as he grabbed a few alcohol wipes from the kit and then made his way back over to Sabastian.

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Vin looked down at him, giving a small chuckle before reaching up to rub his closed eyes with the heels of his hands. He then let out a little sigh and puts his hands down, blinking before he looked down at Sabastian.

"I think I'm okay. It's just..."

His thoughts and words were interrupted as the trunk of the car was slammed down, and though he didn't flinch, he did look over anxiously. He then watched as the two got into a verbal argument, and for just a moment he almost hoped that it would end badly. Not because he didn't want Damien to receive treatment, but because he didn't want it.

It looked as if that wasn't in the cards for him, however, and when Quint made his way over towards them, Vin quickly looked away and back into the car. He then reached in, looking for...something, but coming out with a bottle of water. He had almost instinctually been going for a cigarette, but there were none in the back seat even if his lungs could have handled the coughing. When he turned back around and met Quint's eyes, he just as quickly looked away and started to open the bottle of water.

"You want me to put some stuff in that?" the half zombie asked, indicating that he could put his goop in with the water. Though upon the suggestion, Vin looked as if he was about to puke.

"Or not" Quint quickly said, holding his hands up in the air.

"I'm not going to force you to drink it if you don't want to, but I can hear you wheezing and you're just standing there."
 
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His new vigor made Jesse squirm slightly at first, especially from the way he was practically dry-humping her. That bulge in his pants was grinding against her in such an earnest and lustful way that absolutely drove her wild. It made her want to rip off her pants and have him inside her right now. God, she didn't know she could need him this badly so quickly, as though each kiss and lick upon her lips and skin had administered a potent aphrodisiac. Her body was hot and needy, though it seemed that his mouth had her outmatched in that capacity.

"T-Tommy!" She moaned softly, another little gasp coming from her lips shortly afterward.

It was over too soon, Jesse wanting to grab his head and force his mouth upon her once more. Though at second thought, that would probably delay her getting some of that sweet loving of his as well, so perhaps it was better this way. She would have to be patient, as impossible as it seemed. When their eyes met, she was looking at him as though he was the air she needed to breathe, her blue-green eyes filled with a pleading heat.

The repositioning was a bit awkward, but she couldn't give two shits about that. All she cared about was the fact that they were now poised to get up to some real shenanigans.

Even just the act of unbuttoning her pants and zipping the zipper down made her shiver, the woman knowing that they really were just a few steps away from moaning and clinging to each other as they lived out their little fantasy in that secluded room. However, her attention was soon drawn to the fact that he seemed to be positioning himself for...

Was he actually going to go for it? That was a bit ambitious seeing as it was his first time, but the fact that he wanted to try was touching, not to mention arousing. The thought of his mouth against her pussy was enough to make her shiver.

One of her former boyfriends had taken the initiative before, but they had been decidedly bad at it. It wasn't even that they were bad, per se, it was just that they didn't care to listen to what she wanted or how she reacted. He had thought that it was enough to just shove his tongue inside her and tongue-fuck her. Part of her blamed herself for not being vocal enough about it, only suggesting occasionally that he lick the rest of her too (in the hopes that he would find and lick her clit). In such instances though, he would usually brush her off and say heatedly that he knew what he was doing. It ended up being frustrating for both of them, and was ultimately what killed the relationship.

Now that she was older and a bit more confident, she thought that she might be able to guide Tommy if he needed it.

It seemed like he knew what he was doing though, especially with the way he so naturally kissed and touched her body. Maybe he had done some research, or perhaps it was just instinctual lust that guided his actions. Whatever it was, he was definitely checking all the boxes for her. As he started to get lower, she couldn't stand it anymore, reaching down and grabbing her pants before pulling them down and wiggling out of them. Though when they were finally off, she couldn't help but blush deeply.

She had kept her underwear on as well as the stockings, partly because she thought she might have felt awkward immediately getting completely naked, though she had done this more than he had, she still didn't have a long list of people who had been with her, and therefore seen her body completely exposed. The amount of people who had seen her pussy up close was even shorter, and she couldn't help but feel a bit nervous and self-conscious. Jesse's pussy wasn't shaved, but it was neatly trimmed (razors being something that the military needed more than anyone's personal grooming needs).

What if he thought her pussy was ugly or gross? What if he didn't like the smell or taste? She found her knees unconsciously angling inward, obscuring her drenched panties from his sight. "Um... Tommy. You don't have to do that, you know. I'm cool if you just want to get to the main stuff."

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Having gotten out of the car, Sayori was also stretching a bit, lifting her arms up and causing her shirt to reveal an inch of skin before she put them back down. It felt good to have her own two feet on the ground, the woman smiling and looking out toward the town. Just a few days ago, she had been held prisoner in a military basement where she hadn't known if she would ever see the sun again. Now she was standing in clothes she had chosen under the big, open sky. And it was all thanks to Sabastian and Vin.

Sayori looked over at them fondly, thinking to herself that she should probably thank them at some point. True, Damien had tagged along, but she doubted he lacked the conviction and bravery it took to attempt such a feat. Likely he would just wallow in his own self-pity, lamenting over not having "his Cora" by his side. He had run down into the basement for Quint though, the thought making her clench her teeth slightly. He hadn't done it for Quint, but for Cora. It made her wonder: if Quint wasn't Cora's brother, would he have even cared that Quint was dying in the flames? No, she assumed he probably wouldn't. That thought was enough to squash all the gratitude her conscious was trying to summon for him.

Her eyes went toward Damien as Cora and Quint squabbled by the car. He was so defenseless. How easy would it be for her to go over there and take her pocket knife out of her pocket? He probably wouldn't even know what happened.

Flinching, Sayori looked away and swiftly walked in the opposite direction, rubbing her arms as though she were cold. Those thoughts frightened her in a way that little else could. She had always prided herself on being kind, on helping those who needed it. Those dark thoughts that slithered within the depths of her mind were disgusting and evil- they were things she shouldn't be thinking. She knew that, and yet she couldn't help but feel them stir up when she looked at him sometimes.

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Sabastian's eyes were drawn to Quint for a moment. Was he... slightly turned on right now? That was super weird, considering the fact that there wasn't anything really going on. Unless... His eyebrow raised for a moment. There was some guilt there too, if he was feeling things right. The conversation was in reference to Damien, so... Did Quint have some kind of hate-sadism thing going on with Damien? Like he hated the man and wanted to make him suffer, but there was also a sexual element to it? That could totally explain him wanting to set the arm instead of letting Cora do it, and the way he was stalling before needing to touch the tall man, almost as though he was nervous to do so.

The blonde's face scrunched up slightly, judging Quint a bit for that. He didn't want to kink-shame or anything like that, but that didn't seem like a healthy kink to have. It would create all sorts of problems between the siblings if Quint had a hate-boner for Damien, especially since he knew for a fact that Damien was straight. It just seemed like a mess waiting to happen.

When Quint approached, Sabastian's eyes slid away, the man shuffling slightly and crossing his arms. At least Quint wasn't attracted to Vin at the very least, but he still felt slightly awkward now. He listened to the conversation, looking up expectedly as Quint offered to give up some of his goop. Though when Vin refused, the blonde frowned slightly, turning to his lover.

"Vin... Come on, it's just medicine. I know it seems a bit gross, but you know how good it is at healing shit, and I don't want you be hurting because we didn't treat your stuff right away." He moved closer to the big man, a more beseeching look coming to his face. "We don't have doctors who can take X-rays or anything now, so it's better to be safe than sorry, right?"
 
"Um... Tommy. You don't have to do that, you know. I'm cool if you just want to get to the main stuff."

He had pulled back when she took the initiative to get her pants off, and when he had seen those matching underwear and stockings, it sent him into a bit of a heady frenzy, his lips having gone back to kissing around her waist, and then near the lining of her underwear. The smell emanating from between her legs was definitely different, but he couldn't really say that he disliked it. It was simply a bit strong, but strong in a way that almost made him want to get closer, not pull away.

His fingers were just starting to inch down her side and to her thigh, having switched to supporting his weight on his other elbow, and wanting to slip under the band of her underwear and help to get those down as well, when he felt her legs tensing a little and closing together beneath his chest. Confused, and a little nervous, he pulled back just as she spoke. His breaths were a little heavy as he took in what she had to say, and the slightly nervous look on her face.

"Oh, uh, did I go a little too fast?" he pants, moving his hand down to the side of the bed.

"Or did you want me to try and finger you first?"

Bless that boys soul, but he had it in his mind that he had to at least try to make his beautiful little lady cum first. Especially after she had been so sweet and made him cum hard from those talented fingers wrapping around his engorged member.
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Damien was out so hard that it didn't seem as if he even noticed Cora prodding around in his hand, cleaning the old blood off with some water first, and then the alcohol wipes-which she imagined had to sting like a bitch. He barely even flinched though, and when she was done and putting a patch of dry gauze over it, she was left sitting there simply stroking the skin of his arm.

From the corner of her eye she caught movement, and when she looked over her shoulder, she noticed Sayori walking away at a brisk pace. Worry made her heart flutter, and she turned around to better keep an eye on the women. She didn't know if she was just going off to pee or something, but she didn't want her getting separated from the group.
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Vin appreciated that Quint wasn't trying to force it on him-not that he would have let him, but still. However, he was in a lot of pain and he was struggling to breath...

"Vin... Come on, it's just medicine. I know it seems a bit gross, but you know how good it is at healing shit..."

Those chocolate eyes looked down at him, his face becoming a bit more concerned at the mention of x-rays. Reaching a hand up, he goes to push his hair back behind his shoulder, only to realize his head was now mostly bald. It made his fingers start to shake a bit again, his eyes going down to the ground. Dammit all, he just wanted to crawl back in the car and hide away from the world. Not deal with this shit. The only way it was going to be over, though, was to let them do what they felt they needed to do.

"Alright. I don't think I can keep it down though if I...see you do it man, that's just...hue!"

He couldn't finish his sentence, his gag reflex getting triggered slightly and he has to look away to the side and cover his mouth for a minute. Quint watched him for a moment, biting his tongue when he wanted to point out that he could likely take Sabastian's fluids in his mouth just fine, and then he walked towards the drivers side of the car. From there he popped the trunk and went around back, grabbing a can of soda and a half full bottle of water. He poured about half of the soda in with the water, and then very quickly squirted a few gobs of the goo in with the mixture while Delvin had his head turned away. After that, he took a moment to gently shake the mixture until the goop was completely dissolved into it. Once it was done, he walked back around and tossed the bottle to Sabastian, hoping the little blond would have an easier time getting it down the big guys throat. In a non sexual way, of course.

"I got some alcohol wipes, you want to get that bandaid off? I also don't know what kind of supplies you got in the back for scissors or cutting hair, but I grabbed some extra hats if you need one."
 
""Oh, uh, did I go a little too fast? Or did you want me to try and finger you first?"

Hearing something so damn lewd out of Tommy's mouth was a bit of a first for her, and yet he had said it in a way that was unexpectedly wholesome. Jesse covered her face with her hands for a moment, only the red tinge of her cheeks being seen before she peeked up over them. Her eyes were crinkled as though she was looking at him with fondness. He was so thoughtful and sweet, even when she was sure part of him wanted nothing more than to howl at the moon and go at it in a frenzy. It was hard to come up with a response at first, but she eventually lowered her hands and smiled.

"No, you weren't going too fast. I just didn't want you to do something just because you thought you had to. I just wanted to say that you didn't have to."

After a second she quickly reached out and laid her hand gently on his arm, blurting out, "Oh! I mean, not that I wouldn't want you to, but a lot of guys I've met don't really enjoy going down on chicks, and it can be a bit challenging sometimes, so... we can get straight to just regular sex if you want. I wouldn't hold it against you. And... as a side note, a lot of the time, fingering while eating someone out can be the best of both worlds sometimes. But I'm not saying that to get you to do it, I just wanted you to know."

At that point she looked a bit concerned, as though she hoped Tommy didn't feel pressured. She only wanted him to do as much as he felt comfortable this time, so she hoped he understood what she meant.

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The real reason Damien hadn't reacted as much to Cora was not because he was deep in slumber (though that much was true). In reality, his hand was still numb, the nerves not having been completely healed at that point. What little he could feel was soothed by sleep and weed, only mildly impacting his rest.

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Sayori sat down on the ground, facing away from them, not being able to stand looking at Damien for the moment. He deserved those scars. In a sick way, it brought her pleasure that he now had scars on his back and hand, just like she did. It was as though karma was being delivered to him, though she knew it would never feel like enough. The only shame was that Damien might still retain use of his hand entirely.

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Vin got a sympathetic look when he heaved, the blonde reaching up and rubbing his shoulder in a reassuring manner. It was probably the texture more than anything that bugged him, as Sabastian himself thought that the viscosity of the goop was extremely off-putting. It kinda reminded him of the seaweed, which made him wonder if Vin just had a really bad thing about textures. It was something to ponder at least.

When Quint got back, Sabastian took the bottle and glanced at it. Good, it just looked like regular liquid. He had tasted his own lube once, and found it to be quite sweet, so he wondered if Quint's goop would be the same. In any case, at the mention of the bandage, his attention was diverted to it. A sad expression came to his face as he surveyed Vin's head. It was in rough shape what with his hair all choppy and uneven, and that big, bloody bandage.

He figured that the injury had happened while the hair had been cut off. Though why the madman had bandaged him up over cutting him slightly was a mystery.

Reaching up, Sabastian gingerly grabbed a small part of the bandage that had started to peel away, trying to decide how they were going to do this. "Okay, Vin. I'm going to pull this off quickly. Whether I do it slow or fast, it's still probably going to hurt and open your cut back up, but don't worry. We've got Quint here and we can take care of it whatever happens, okay?" Sabastian waited for a response, his hold on the bandage very firm. Even if Vin unexpectedly pulled away, it was likely that it would come off regardless due to his grip. He just wanted Vin to give him the green light before he proceeded. The guy was traumatized enough as it was, so he didn't want to cause more pain for him if he didn't have to.
 
While Jesse was busy getting flustered, Tommy was also getting pretty dazed himself. He didn't think that it was possible for her to be simultaneously cute and sexy, but by god-there she was. The blush hiding behind those hands has his heart melting, while the rising and falling of her soft breasts on her naked chest made him want to groan. If she had shared out loud, the mental imagery of him howling at the moon, he probably would have busted up laughing at how accurate it was.

"so... we can get straight to just regular sex if you want. I wouldn't hold it against you. And... as a side note, a lot of the time, fingering while eating someone out can be the best of both worlds sometimes. But I'm not saying that to get you to do it, I just wanted you to know."

A smile touched his lips and he moved back up her body, taking hold of one of her hands and bringing it to his lips so he could kiss it gently. He then turned and kissed her on the lips before pulling back and chuckling a little.

"Maybe we're over thinking it."

Leaning over to her left side on his arm, he dug into his pocket and brought out a condom, holding it up between them as he looked into her eyes once again.

"Want to help me get this on?" he said with a grin. Hopefully, if he were really lucky, she would give him a private lesson on how to use his tongue and fingers together at a later time.
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Once she was sure she was safe, Cora was finally able to relax and turn back to Damien, her hand weaving up into his hair and petting him gently while she simply waited. Her eyes travel over to Vin, worried about the big guy, though there was nothing she could do for him at the moment.
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Vin couldn't, or wouldn't, meet his gaze. He didn't even seem to acknowledge what he was saying for a long moment, although he did finally, after a long pause, mumble something along the lines of, "alright, go ahead".
 
The way he kissed her hand was like a prince out of a fairy tale, Jesse feeling a bit flustered as he leaned forward and then kissed her mouth. Had he always been this charming? How in the world had he remained single all these years? It seemed as though Tommy wasn't aware of how much of a gem he was, not even remotely. If he was, he would probably be unstoppable.

"Want to help me get this on?"

It took her a second to snap out of her little daze, recognizing what he held in his hand. "Yeah, I think I do." Jesse gave him a little side-smile before taking it from him, peeling the wrapper open and then putting the edge of the rubber in her mouth. With her hands now free, she reached out and unbuttoned his pants as he had done for her, zipping down his zipper while maintaining eye-contact. She had to eventually look down though, her hand resting against his abs and sliding upward before coming back down to slip into the band of his underwear.

It was there that she found his cock, the thing twitching in her grasp as she took hold. He was SO hard right now, a bit of precut even leaking from his head already. It was nice to know that he was just as riled up as she was, his hot meat practically pulsing in her hand. From there, she pulled it out so that it was almost being supported by the waistband below it, though it didn't seem to need any help standing at attention.

Finally putting the rubber in her hand for a moment, she said with a flirty smile, "wanna see a trick? You're going to have to sit or lay down on the bed first though."

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With his permission given, Sabastian hesitated only a moment before taking a deep breath and giving the bandage a quick rip. It came off smoothly, seemingly already having been weakened by a considerable amount of blood that had seeped in-between the adhesive and the skin. What he saw had him going whiter than a sheet.

His ear.

His fucking ear!

There was no ear there, the thing having been removed entirely from that side of Vin's face. It looked as though someone had hacked at it, rather than it having been one clean slice. It was as though someone had thrown a sack of blood at Vin, the thing splatting right onto him and melting away his ear. His hair was sticky with it, what was left of his hair anyway.

Sabastian felt like his voice had been stolen, his mouth open in shocked horror at what he was seeing. Even if he could physically speak, he didn't have the mental capacity to do so at the moment. It was as though there was just white noise in his skull. He hadn't even realized, but tears were streaming down his face. A shaky hand came up to Vin's cheek, almost as though he couldn't accept it, though the next moment he took a step back and a choked, "no..." was heard.
 
Tommy watched her bring the rubber to her lips and it made him swallow hard. The look in her eyes was making him breath hard again, his lips parting the smallest bit as he felt her warm fingers start to travel down, soon unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. His eyes watched the features in her beautiful face as she looked down, his stomach and abs feeling the magic of her touch, making him shiver, and then gasp when those delicate little digits took hold of his throbbing cock. His eyes closed, and he couldn't help but let out a small groan, his body at total war with his mind to yank her underwear down and rub himself lewdly against her warmth.

"wanna see a trick? You're going to have to sit or lay down on the bed first though."

Her flirty smile was met with a playful one of his own, his head nodding enthusiastically as he leaned to the left and got down on the bed as she requested, now laying down beside her with eager eyes.

"I didn't know you were a magician" he said before chuckling slightly, his hand going down to rub her thigh. This was really happening, and he found himself excited but a little nervous again, his dumb joke trying to cover up that fact. Still, there was no way he was going to backpedal now. He wanted so badly to feel her, and for her to look at him with lust and satisfaction.
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"Shit" Quint hissed before quickly turning around and walking away a few feet. The wound was awful, and while he could handle a lot of shit, some things simply never got any easier to see. Especially considering that this was a direct product of insane cruelty, and not some kind of freak accident.

Delvin's own mind had gone a bit blank as well, not being able to react or even think anything until he felt those soft fingers stroke his cheek, as if Sabastian didn't want to believe what he was seeing. Vin didn't want to believe it either, but it had happened and he couldn't ignore it any longer.

"no..."

He lifted his hand suddenly, covering the wound as if covering it from his gaze could somehow save him from the knowledge of what had happened down there. His brown eyes then went up to meet his gaze, and the sight of those salty tears brought on a wave of his own, though he tried hard to fight it off.

"It's okay" he half choked.

"It's just my ear. It...it could have been worse. Could have been my arm, or my leg..."

Vin was trying to justify the situation, to lesson the impact that it had truly had on him, but it wasn't working as well as he had hoped and he soon found himself sliding down the car and sitting on the ground. Tears rolled down his face as he continued to hold the ragged wound, his eyes looking haunted again as he looked away once more.

"It will heal, and then I'll be fine."

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Cora had stood and tried to come over, Sabastian's reaction having made her stomach flip in nauseating fear. Quint had tried to stop her, grabbing onto her wrist, but she yanked it out of his hand and swatted his own away. When she saw what had happened, however, she wished she had let him turn her away.

"Oh my god..." she whispered, both of her hands going up to cover her mouth as a small sob left her lips. It hadn't been enough that he had been forced to watch his companion be butchered alive, and then forced to eat what was left of him? He had to mutilate their dear friend as well?!
 
Her flirtatious eyes watched Tommy as he moved onto the bed and got more comfortable, taking notice that his cock was still going as strong as ever. It was crazy to think that it was soon going to be inside her, churning up her pussy. Jesse let out a little chuckle, shrugging at his comment. "Oh yeah, I'm a one-hit wonder, you might say."

With that, she got onto her hands and knees and crawled so that she was now facing Tommy in-between his legs. She wondered if she should take his pants completely off or something, but at the same time, it wasn't as though it was going to make too much of a difference. Her breasts bobbed slightly as she straightened up slightly, now ready to start the show.

First, she took the condom and held it up, gesturing at it as though she was a magician's assistant. She then put her finger into it and made sure it was facing the right way to be unraveled. Once that was checked, she smiled and opened her mouth, placing the rubber open between her lips. Her mouth was now in the shape of an "O" with the condom, Jesse gesturing to her mouth in a show-case-type way once more before winking at him and shuffling her knees as though she was getting ready for something.

He probably saw where this was going, but that only made it all the more exciting for her. She bent over, keeping eye contact with him as she approached his waiting cock. Once she was lined up and poised, her eyes closed and she engulfed his cock with her mouth, being careful not to inhale the condom at any point. To do this she had to go a bit slower, the warmth of her tongue rubbing sensually against the underside of his shaft to keep the condom unraveling naturally. Jesse could only go so far down his cock though, so her hand came up and finished the job, pulling it the rest of the way down to his base.

Her hand held it there as she suctioned her lips to him, her mouth seemingly loathe to let him go as she slid back up toward his head, an erotic little "mm..." being heard from the punk lady. It was actually a flavored condom, though she didn't think Tommy had picked it out for that reason. She had to admit that the vanilla wasn't off-putting at all. In fact, it encouraged her to give him one last lick to his head before she released him. Her eyes opened and she looked to see what his reaction might be.

Had she done a good job? Was he impressed?

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"It's okay... It's just my ear. It...it could have been worse. Could have been my arm, or my leg...It will heal, and then I'll be fine."

No, it wasn't going to be fine- none of this was fine! Vin had been down there in a fucking basement, and some psycho had hacked off his ear. It had probably been so painful with no anesthetic and only a bandage to be put on top. How scared must Vin have been, tied up while he and the other man with him were mutilated? Not knowing whether he was truly going to be saved in time? It wasn't fair- it was senseless! That man had no reason to do such a horribly cruel thing to Vin, and now he had to suffer.

The blonde's teeth gritted as he watched Vin sink down, the spark of anger igniting into a seething hatred for the man who had done this. All four of Sabastian's tentacles came out and started writhing in agitation, tears still coming down despite the livid look that was dawning on his features.

"No, no, no, no... What did he do to you?!" He couldn't stand there, the man clenching his fists and starting to pace (more like stomp) back and forth.

"That bastard. THAT BASTARD! Fuck! I wish we could go back there so I could piss on that psychopath's ashes. That absolute fucking PSYCHO! He had no right! He had no fucking right to do that to you! You didn't deserve that bullshit! FUCK!" Sabastian kicked a softball-sized rock hard, the thing being sent flying at speeds it probably hadn't ever experienced. Though he was lashing out in anger, he made sure to kick it away from the group, as that was the only shred of reason he had left.

"We have to go back! We'll get it and reattach it, and it'll be basically back to the way it was!" He sniffled angrily, brusquely wiping his cheeks on his sleeve. Maybe if they could recover it and return it to Vin's head, it would at least mend things a little bit.

Once the commotion had started up, Sayori had curiously looked over to see what was going on. Though when she saw what it was all about, her own face went into an expression of horror. That poor man! It looked awful!
 
Tommy smiled at her playfulness, the mood lightening for him and helping to calm him quite a bit. His light blue eyes then watched her curiously, a grin on his face as she waved her hands before her lips. Lips...those talented lips that were soon placing the condom between them, and then...

"Oh...shit..." he breathed, laying his head back and closing his eyes as she descended down on him with that hot mouth. By god, it was felt excruciatingly good, if those two words could be combined, and for a brief second he hoped again that she would allow him to return this sort of pleasure to her own heated core, once they were more comfortable. But for right now...

"Jesse..." he couldn't help but moan out, his fingers gripping the blankets beside him as he felt her lips move further down, and then her fingers finishing the job. When she gave him that last little lick, he shuddered and had to hold his hips down lest he thrust up towards her and beg for more. He almost did beg, infact, when he lifted his head back up and looked at her with hooded eyes.

"Mm, come're" he spoke quietly, his breathing heavy and affecting his words as he reached a hand up for her, beckoning her to climb up over him.

"You sexy women, you're going to make me blow before we even get to have any fun" he laughed lightly.
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Vin understood his anger-having felt very similarly when Sabastian had revealed the awful cuts on his back to him the night prior, but much like those horrible cuts, there was nothing to be done about it now. His ear had been sawed off, and then fed to a chained up zombie. Even if they went back there, which he was not willing to do, they couldn't retrieve it.

Standing up on shaky legs, he finally put his hand down and gave the little blond a hard stare, his voice then following suit with a harsh, "Sabastian, stop!" He wasn't truly angry with his lover, but kicking that rock had worried him. Sure, it had been aimed away from them, but Sabastian's strength was insane-that hard projectile likely having as much power behind it as a cannonball. Even if he took the time to aim it away from them, who was to say it didn't hit some random innocent out there before gravity could retrieve it?

Moving up to him quickly, he grabbed the little blond and yanked him against his hard chest, Vin's large muscles still holding an impressive strength in them despite his body being very weak at the moment. From there, he quickly moved his hands and arms between his purple tentacles, those calloused fingers sliding up his shoulders and to the back of his blond locks, weaving into them and attempting to hold Sabastian close and under his chin.

"We can't get it. It's gone, okay? He...fed it, to that zombie. But I'm still here; I'm not okay, but I will be..."

Vin's last words were like a promise, almost as if he were trying to assure both Sabastian and himself that he was going to get through this with enough time.

"Cora..." Quint spoke softly, putting a hand on her shoulder to get her attention. The display from Sabastian had him on edge as well, but there was nothing they could do to comfort him, so Quint wanted to be useful instead.

"Do you have any clean jars or sealed containers?"

"Yea, I think so" she said quietly, making her way towards the front of the car with him, where she had put an empty, small water bottle in the glove box earlier.

"I'll put some of my stuff in it...that way he won't need me to do it every day, he can apply it himself. 'Probably be more comfortable for him..."
 
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"Well, we do have more than one condom, but okay," was Jesse's flirty reply, the woman exceedingly pleased at how well that had went. At a sleepover once, all the girls had tried it on bananas. Jesse herself had playfully rolled her eyes and thought it was kinda dumb, but she couldn't deny that it was a bit hilarious to watch each girl try to deep-throat a banana with a condom in their mouth. Who knew such a thing would come in handy one day to show off to her crush? He had even called her name, tensing underneath her the further she got.

Between their joking, she too felt a bit less nervous, though it didn't stop her heart from fluttering when he beckoned her closer. This was going to be his first time, and it was with her. To say it made her feel special was an understatement.

With a quickly-beating heart, she crawled up his body, her hands and knees on either side of him on the bed. Though she had been quite tempted to lick her way up, she thought to herself that Tommy might actually be on the brink. At the very least, she figured he would prefer that he busted his first load inside her, even if it didn't take that long. Though her body was still soft and slender, one could begin to see a bit of muscle in her arms from all of her hard training. She definitely had some killer leg muscles at this point, but it mostly showed itself as her thighs being slightly thicker than they had been. When she got to the point that she was parallel with him, she couldn't help but lean down and nip his ear playfully before whispering into it, "So Tommy... do you want to do the honors, or should I?"

Angling her hips down a bit, she found his cock bumping into her, and she took advantage of this by starting to rub herself against it. At this point she was so very wet, her fluids rubbing off onto the slick condom. Though she imagined she would be taking the lead through most of this encounter, she wanted to give him the chance to participate in the most important action. Though, she wouldn't mind if he asked her to do so; after all, she wasn't sure if he knew how to get things going.

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"Sabastian, stop!"

He hadn't been looking at Vin, too distracted by the feelings roiling inside him, but that harsh tone made him stop in his tracks and look up. Though there was still a scowl on his face, there was a vulnerability underneath threatening to undo him. It was so excruciating knowing that this mindless violence had been inflicted upon Vin and there was nothing he could do about it. He was so goddamn strong and yet he was so helpless!

Sabastian had almost turned away from him when he felt those hands come out to claim him. He didn't feel like he had any right to be held right now, especially since he wasn't the one who was really suffering. Therefore, he had intended to simply brush him off and continue his pacing, but for some reason he didn't have any strength the moment Vin's hand had woven into his hair. It was as though the man had some kind of mysterious power over him.

When Vin had forced him to be nestled against him, his tentacles paused for a moment before suddenly going limp as though to signal that Vin had snuffed out all the fight in the little blonde, and all there was left was pain. He didn't want to face it, to feel it, but he no longer had any choice. And now he was being told that there was no way to retrieve the ear, that Vin was forced to carry this injury forever onwards. There in that big man's arms, Sabastian broke down.

"I'm sorry, I should be comforting you but-but I-" He sobbed, unable to continue for a moment, his body trembling as he squeezed his eyes shut. Right then, there was no one else there but the two of them.

"It's not fair and it d-doesn't make any fucking sense! I-I wish I could take it b-back for you b-but I c-can't! Why?! Why did he have to do that to you?! He t-took your f-fucking ear... and y-your hair, your beautiful hair! You loved your hair!" It was at that point that Sabastian only sobbed harder. It was more than likely that he sounded like a child throwing a fit, but he didn't give a fuck at the moment.

"I don't care w-what you look like, I j-just want you to be okay! I just want you t-to be okay..." He was now crumpled against Vin, his own legs barely holding hip up as he practically wailed into Vin's neck.

It was hard to watch, Sayori turning away with a very sad expression on her face. It was obvious how deeply they cared for one another, just as obvious as the pain. She could identify with Sabastian's feelings of helplessness, especially in light of something that seemed basically cruel and random.
 
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Watching her breasts sway as she crawled up his toned body made his cock twitch and his breathing leave in small, quiet, gasps. He noticed for the first time, perhaps because this was the first time he had really gotten to see her naked, that her beautiful young body had toned up as well. Those thighs were not monstrously huge, but they no doubt had enough strength in them to grip his waist in a tight embrace, his lust only growing stronger as she leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"So Tommy... do you want to do the honors, or should I?"

"Mm!" he couldn't help but grunt, his twitching cock rubbing against her warm pussy damn near instinctively and his good hand went down to get a needy feel of her ass, the tips of his fingers brushing far enough back to get just the smallest bit of her moistness on them. He turned and kissed her neck, once again needy, and almost, but not quite, aggressive. Jesus she was turning him on, and it took quite a bit of self control to not simply jerk up and plunge himself deeply into her wet depths. However, he had a similar thought to her own and though he might need a bit of help to find her warm passage, lest he hurt them both with his inexperienced prodding.

"I would love to feel you using my cock for my first time" he whispered back, momentarily surprising himself with the lewdness that had just spewed forth from some confident part of himself that he didn't even know existed.
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Vin was as unaware of everyone else as Sabastian was, his weary eyes simply staring down at the ground as he gathered more of the man up into his arms. It didn't bother him in the slightest that Sabastian couldn't get a grip on himself, and it certainly didn't bother him that Vin himself wasn't the one being comforted at the moment. He was in shock, but he wasn't ready to be soothed, instead, his mind needing something else to focus on so that he didn't have to confront his own pain and fear.

Looking over, he noticed how Sabastian's tentacles were simply hanging down on his sides, out in the open. With how the little blond had been feeling about the extra limbs, Delvin didn't think that he would appreciate them simply being out in the open for all of them to see, even if they were amongst friends. So, with gentle and soothing motions, and alternating his hands so that he never quite let the little man out of his grasp, he began to gather them up and pull them inwards, between both their chests where they could sit out of sight for the most part.

"It's not fair and it d-doesn't make any fucking sense! I-I wish I could take it b-back for you b-but I c-can't! Why?! Why did he have to do that to you?! He t-took your f-fucking ear... and y-your hair, your beautiful hair! You loved your hair!"

Now that his tentacles were bundled and nestled between them, Vin went back to comforting him with those calloused fingers, rubbing his shoulder and whispering near his ear.

"Shh, shh, I know Bastian. I'll just have to grow it back..."

"I don't care w-what you look like, I j-just want you to be okay! I just want you t-to be okay..."

He could feel the little man's legs growing weak, and knowing that he didn't have enough strength in his own arms to fully pick Sabastian up right now, he decided to simply bring them both down to the ground. Once he himself was sitting, he pulled Sabastian down into his lap and cradled him against his chest, looking away towards the side of the road as he rocked him gently.

"I'll be okay Bastian, I promise. It's okay now."

Neither Cora nor Quint said a word as Vin tried to comfort their friend, but they made quick work of filling the small container, and then, very subtly sat it near the two before they made their way past them. Both of them now only had one thing on their mind, knowing that they really just needed to get further away from that awful place.

Cora stopped a few feet away from Damien, her arms crossing over her chest and her hazel eyes watching her brother as he brought his tentacles out. She had the urge to tell him to be careful, but bit it back and simply watched. If he had his tentacles out, then it meant he wasn't going to do what he usually did for her, and though she was worried, she trusted him implicitly.

Those ocean eyes glanced at Sayori briefly as he walked by, the slightest bit of something haunted in them before he quickly looked away and to the task at hand. There was a roiling of feelings going on through the link with Sabastian, but behind that, he also had his own wave of guilt and shame tearing him a new one. Here he was, about to fix the arm of a man who had raped her, simply because he couldn't rise above the instinctual need to keep his sister safe-physically and mentally, when all he wished was that he was the one who had had the chance to break the sicks fucks arm in an ounce of punishment for the crimes Damien had committed. It was a sick space to live in, for sure, but what was new?

Stopping in front of the man, he paused for just a moment before deciding how he was going to do this. Once he had, he got down on one knee and reached out with his hands first, one of them laying over where there was likely some good tears in the rotator cuff, and the other going to Damien's ribs on the same side, palm placed flat against them. Two of his tentacles then wrapped themselves around the loose arm, and his other two tentacles made themselves busy by wrapping around his waist and upper legs, holding him down on the ground securely. Usually Quint would have sat down on the ground and put the heel of his foot directly under the armpit of the disconnected joint, and then use his hands to pull the loose arm while his own leg and foot pushed the torso out while readjusting and preparing to pop it back into place, but now he had a massive advantage. He hoped that once he started, he would be able to feel with his fingers when the shifts and pops would begin, and when Damien's breathing hitched in his chest, to let him know he needed to adjust or slow down again. Though with that in mind, his blue purple eyes did glance down toward the man on the ground, curious if he was with it enough to verbalize his own discomfort.
 
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It was funny how a man who used to be so nervous holding her hand now had a handful of her ass, his fingers squeezing her with want. Tommy had always been so sweet and considerate, and he had always tried to be such a gentleman with her. She knew that her tender, virgin version of Tommy wouldn't continue to be the way he was forever. That thought didn't make her sad though- instead, she looked forward to being with Tommy throughout his personal growth. Perhaps he would always be somewhat shy, or perhaps he would gain a lot of confidence. Whatever the case was, she didn't doubt that she would love him. For now, she just needed to savor the way his heart beat so quickly when he looked at her, at how his movements sometimes seemed a bit hesitant from concern about her approval.

Tommy wasn't the only one surprised by what he had said. Jesse's eyes widened for a moment before she let out a little amused breath, her neck still tingling from the feeling of his lips upon it. He wanted to feel her 'using his cock for the first time?' That sounded kind of like he was some kind of living dildo, or perhaps her own personal whore. Whatever he meant, she was definitely going to take him up on that invitation.

"Oh yeah?" She raised her eyebrow at him and gave him a flirty half-smile, reaching up push some of her hair back from her face. "You want me to use that cock of yours till I cum? I'd be careful what you say, Tommy. If I don't cum on your cock, I might have to crawl up to your mouth and fuck your tongue instead." Holy shit. She hoped that sounded cool and not cringe-worthy. It had all come out so naturally and automatically that she hadn't put a filter on her words before saying them.

Reaching down, she grabbed his cock and rubbed the head against herself until she could feel it sinking slightly into her entrance. With that, she started to slowly slide down his length, letting the weight of her body impale her upon him while her hand kept him straight and steady.

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He wasn't aware of how or when it happened, but Sabastian soon found himself in Vin's lap, rocking back and forth in those big arms. How was it that Vin was still holding on to his composure? Was it that it was simply too much to handle? It was true that Vin could simply regrow his hair, but it would take a long time and it didn't remove the trauma of having part of your sense of self taken from you. Forcibly cutting off someone's hair was actually a crime in some states which gave one a sense of how much that kind of attack could impact a person emotionally. And the ear...

Oh god, the ear... Sabastian thought he had been winding down, but instead found his breath hitching once more before giving way to more sobs. Though this time he wasn't loud, quietly sobbing against that hard chest. He couldn't reconcile it.

Still, he couldn't deny that he felt joy amidst all the sorrow. He was so happy that Vin was there, not hacked up in a pile of other bodies. Part of him wanted to comfort Vin about having been forced to eat part of someone, but he wasn't sure how to bring it up or even whether he should. He didn't want Vin to think that Sabastian was trying to do a "one-up" of misery, or evoke even more of his sympathy than he already was. He just wanted Vin to know that he wasn't alone in having experienced something so horrible and that he could talk to him.

Eventually he was able to take a deep breath and the tears slowed. A sniffle was heard before he looked up at Vin and said, "promise me you'll talk to me about it when you need to?"

Damien had been sound asleep, unaware of the hubbub for the most part. Sabastian’s crying only roused him slightly, pulling him from the deep depths to a softer sleep. He had expected for them to either wake him up to set his arm back into place, or sit him up and do it quickly like they did in the movies. In shows, they often showed it as a swift motion resulting in a momentary jerk of pain before it was over.

What he hadn't been expecting, was to start feeling a bit of pain in his arm from it being moved around and seemingly pulled on. When he was lucid and awake enough to realize that it was pain he was feeling, he also realized that there was something heavy on his hips, and that someone was fucking with his arm in what felt like a rather sadistic manner.

"Ngh..." he grunted slightly, his eyes slowly opening and squinting up. The sun was bright and his eyes needed a minute to adjust, but he thought he could make out Quint near his arm. Were he a bit more alert and less high, he might have phrased things a bit differently when he spoke. "Please be gentle with me. It's my first time doing this." The man paused and sighed before shaking his head, "on second hand, just shove it in if you need to. If it's going to hurt, we might as well get it over with."

From the side, Sayori had been observing, her eyes caught by Quint's as he walked by. He looked... somewhat brooding in a way, as though there was some inner turmoil he was dealing with. It was to be expected in a way, seeing as though he had the task of fixing Damien's arm. She knew he was doing it for his sister, not for Damien's sake, but it still spoiled her mood slightly. Damien was lucky that Quint didn't bend him into a pretzel and then throw him down a cliff- he would absolutely have deserved such a thing.

Come to think of it though... Damien could live with just one hand. He didn't need both. It was conceivable that they could stitch up his hand and use Sabastian's stuff to keep it from getting infected, ignoring the nerve damage and keeping it as-is. It would take several applications of Quint's gel to recover the full use of the hand, so it wouldn't matter as much if Quint only did it this once. She would have to talk to him later about it... Why should he have full use of both? Keeping his hand in that condition would be a great way to make sure that if he ever did anything to anyone, that they might have a better chance of getting away.
 
"You want me to use that cock of yours till I cum? I'd be careful what you say, Tommy. If I don't cum on your cock, I might have to crawl up to your mouth and fuck your tongue instead."

He shivered and let out a little groan, his hips jerking involuntarily at how incredibly fucking hot those words were to him. He smiled at her before bending forward to whisper in her ear again, loving this little back and forth they had going.

"Then I better be careful to not let you cum too fast, or if you do, I'll have to get you worked up again..."

His hot breath could be felt against her ear as he panted, his lust so strong that he was a bit worried he was going to be the one exploding as soon as he entered her. Fortunately for both of them, that didn't happen.

The head of his cock rubbing again her soft folds caused him to "mm" and squeeze her ass again, it take everything he had not to simply ram his hard rod right up into her. The pay off was worth it, as soon he felt her heat envelope him and he groaned once more, gasping a bit as she slid down and took his whole length into her warm pussy. Her plush as came to sit on his groin, and with a head breath, he moved his hand up and to her back, holding her firmly as he started thrusting into her hard, instinct completely taking over.

He kissed and bit her neck gently, his breaths heavy as his thrusts began to pick up speed, the feeling of her velvety walls sliding up and down his cock making him want to forget all about the world outside. Infact, that's exactly what he did. Right in that moment, there was only the two of them, and the way in which she had thoroughly turned him on.

"Jesse, you feel so good" he panted, laying his head back to look into her eyes, his hips still working as if they had no limit or thought to tire out.
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Vin continued to sit with him, the pain of it all pushed back, but still very fresh. Unlike Cora, Damien, and Quint, he hadn't grown up with a life of violence and trauma. Well, that wasn't completely true, but his own traumas and violence were of a more common and understood variety with only a few key points in his young life having been truly traumatic to the point of keeping him up at night. And he had dealt with those and come to terms with them as he aged into a man.

This, however, was new. It felt worse; his sense of safety and security having been ripped away from him so quickly and violently that he didn't know if he could ever fully recover. Tears began to sting his own eyes again and he found himself leaning his cheek down against Sabastian's hair, his chest tightening and his throat clenching as he heard Sabastian's own sobs work themselves back up for a moment.

"promise me you'll talk to me about it when you need to?"

The big man had lifted his head when he felt the Sabastian start to pull back, their eyes then locking-both with similar moist, salty tears spilling forth from them. All he could manage in return to that question was a nod of confirmation before he leaned down and kissed Sabastian's forehead, and then hugged him close once more. His face went back to leaning against his lovers soft locks, and his eyes closed tightly as he took in a shuddering, heavy, breath. Of course he would talk with him, when he was able. While Delvin didn't yet know that Sabastian had actually been forced into cannibalism as well, he knew that Bastian had recently went through a horrible experience, one that Vin still knew little about, but could all too easily imagine. They had talked a bit the night prior, but the details were a little hard to keep track of, and with how quickly everything kept happening, it only made it all the harder to set his feet down on the ground. Let alone take it all in.

Maybe...maybe it hadn't all happened. Some of the details were fuzzy, and between the weed and his own personal, almost mental break, Vin suddenly found himself questioning his reality. Had they really found Dave and Robert again? Just by sheer dumb luck? Had they really found Sabastian, and actually broke into the most evil, cunning bastards, home and gotten Cora and the other victims out of there?

"Tell me I'm not dreaming..." he said softly, his voice low enough for only the two of them to hear.

"Tell me I didn't die down in that pit, or strapped to that chair with that bastard Generals knife in my ribs. That I'm not in Hell, and you're actually here with me."

Vin's voice started to break a bit near the end, his arms grasping Sabastian with just a bit more strength.

"Everything feels so wrong Bastian" he whispered, his voice hitching.

"Nothing's safe anymore...it doesn't feel real..."

He felt so vulnerable, vulnerable in a way that he hadn't felt in years. Not since he was small enough to sit in his mothers lap, helping to strum her guitar as she sang sweet melodies for himself and Damaris, had he felt so small and incapable of keeping himself safe.
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Damien was given a disturbed look by the half zombie before a sudden realization came to his face, and then he almost shook his head at the nonsense of it. The dude was high as fuck.

Ignoring his request to just 'shove it in', Quint started to very carefully and slowly pull his arm out to the side, and downward. Every time he began to feel tension, as if the muscles were trying to cramp, he would stop and wait until Damien relaxed. This wasn't a race, and this wasn't like the movies were you could just snap it back into place with a quick jerk. Perhaps if the situation was dire and they were in a hurry, a rushed job could be acceptable. However, it would cause a lot of injury to the tendons and tissue, and would basically be pointless as the arm would still be unusable for quite some time. Even doing it the correct way, like how he was now, would still take time to heal. Likely Damien wouldn't have use of the arm for at least a few days, and then wouldn't be able to lift anything heavy for a few weeks more. Quint sure as he'll wasn't going to give him any of his gel to speed up the process. He would set the arm for Cora, and to ensure the tall bastard wouldn't be a liability if they got in a fight, but past that he didn't give a shit.

After a moment more, the man soon had his arm out to the side and was ready to continue the slow process of tugging and positioning, and then getting it rotated back into the joint. The whole process was a painful one, though not unbearable as long as the it was done with patience, which Quint was. He didn't care so much about hurting Damien, but he did care about getting the job done right the first time.

After Damien had made that little comment about it being his "first time", Cora became very concerned and stepped over to his side, kneeling down beside him a bit hesitantly, knowing her brother got annoyed if she interrupted him while he was trying to concentrate. Her warm hand reached out and laid itself on his upper arm, her fingers rubbing him gently as her hazel eyes looked down at his face. She wasn't sure what exactly he had meant, but with what he had gone through in his life, she didn't want him becoming nervous or thinking that he was about to be violated. Had he been in the past? God, the thought of it hurt her so badly, her eyes getting a bit misty. Later she would have to try and broach the subject softly, but for right now she just wanted him to feel safe.

"I'm right here sweety, and we're almost done."

As if to confirm what she was saying, Damien would feel a sudden shift and soft pop in his joint, a momentary flash of pain likely radiating through his shoulder before relief would follow. Now that Quint had gotten the ball back into its socket, the only pain he would be in would be from the inflammation of the tendons and any torn muscles from being jostled and shaken so roughly.

"He's going to need a sling, did you bring anything?"

Cora looked up, meeting Quints eyes, and then looking over at the car.

"I think I grabbed some of your wraps from your sports bag. Let me go check-if not, I'll use a beach towel."

She started to stand, biting back a hiss of achy pain as she got up onto her feet. Quint didn't say anything else, just repositioned Damien's hand and held it against the man's chest so that he didn't try and move his arm. He then withdrew his tentacles and pulled them back into his sides.
 
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'Let her cum too fast?' To say that his words were amusing were an understatement. She wasn't sure how much Tommy knew about sex, but either he wasn't quite familiar with how everything worked and that was an impulsive statement, or he was knowledgeable and super confident. It didn't really matter, per say, but she thought to herself that Tommy was talking up some big game for a virgin.

She too had let out a breath when she was fully impaled, basking in the feeling of being completely wrapped around his manhood. It was official: Tommy's cherry was now popped. Jesse prepared herself to start moving, but instead felt the hand on her back and the slight repositioning of his body underneath her.

"Fuck!" she gasped in surprise as he pulled out a bit and shoved himself right back inside her. It was almost as though she had flicked the "go" switch on her soldier, his hips moving with a steady consistency that one might expect of a soldier. It was a bit funny to her that he had talked about her using his cock, and yet he couldn't resist the urge to start thrusting as soon as he was fully sheathed. She couldn't blame him though- one only had so much self-restraint and he was already probably nearing the end of his rope. In this case, she was just going to enjoy the ride.

It truly did feel good, his thickness being a nice match for her own little cunt. It was as though their parts had been made for each other. In the position they were currently in, it was going to be difficult to reach her clit while still feeling comfortable so she let that go for now, especially since his hard thrusts would have jostled her hand quite a bit anyway at the pace he was going. Instead, she rested her hands on the bed near each of his shoulders, her blue-green eyes looking right back into his with an expression of desire.

"Mm... You too Tommy... I can feel you so deep," While the majority of her sentences was spoken between huffs of air, the last word had a lustful emphasis, practically being moaned from her lips, her eyes closing for a moment as if to savor him more fully.

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The little blonde had snuggled back up against Vin's chest after having received a kiss to his forehead. Though when he heard Vin speak, he listened quietly.

He wished he could tell Vin that they would be safe from now on, but he knew that not even a strong zombie like himself could guarantee such a thing. They were all subject to whatever fate wanted to drop in their laps, and they could only prepare and adapt as best they could.

Still, Vin didn't want to hear logical bullshit like that- he wanted to be comforted in his time of fear and unease.

"You're not dreaming. I'm here with you right here, right now. This isn't hell or some cruel joke, and it's not a hallucination either. I'm right here, next to you."

He reached out and softly tapped the uninjured side of Vin's head, "you can hear me."

A tap was made to Vin's nose, "you can smell me."

His hand went out to rub Vin's arm as he repositioned himself in Vin's arms to sit up a bit straighter. "You can feel me."

The blonde leaned forward and kissed Vin's eyelids before drawing slightly back, still hovering nearby. "You can see me. And..."

He slowly leaned forward, pressing his lips to Vin's in a tender moment before coming back to look him in the eye with a determined expression. "You can taste me. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with this dumbass whether you like it or not. I can't promise that shit'll go the way we want it to, but I swear to god I'll go to bat for you every goddamn time."

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Damien didn't see the look Quint gave him, having looked away. However, the silence he received wasn't unexpected. He figured that it was truly up to Quint as to how painful this experience would be, and the man probably thought that Damien was being presumptuous to be making demands while being helped.

He felt a soft touch upon his arm, looking up to find Cora next to him with slightly glossy eyes. Why did Cora look so concerned? She had been so calm when she had explained the process to him before, adamant that it wouldn't be too terrible of a process. At the time he had been 100% sure of her words as he had no reason to doubt her, but now he was starting to question it a bit. He gave her a slightly bewildered look before concentrating back on what Quint was doing.

Thank god he was high, the man grunting softly whenever Quint's movements would cause him pain. Maybe that's why Cora was trying to comfort him, his lover having an empathetic heart that led her to try to ease his discomfort.

"I'm right here sweety, and we're almost done."

The man nodded, opening his mouth to respond before feeling his socket pop back into place. It was an odd and painful feeling, his grey eyes closing as he cringed and grunted once more, wishing he could reach over and effectively rub his shoulder to make it feel somewhat better. Though soon it was a more of a dull, throbbing pain than anything, and that was pretty manageable.

He watched Cora go to the car before looking at Quint a bit tiredly, a relaxed smile coming to his face. Despite the fact that he knew Quint hated him, it didn't stop him from feeling relaxed with him in that moment. "You're really good at that. Thank you. I'm a bit relieved, actually. Most people say that in order to survive a zombie apocalypse, you have to always be armed and ready." His smile grew a bit, and he waited for a reaction. Maybe Quint would appreciate the joke.

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Sighing, Sayori put her hand in her pocket, her fingers instantly connecting with smooth plastic. That's right, she needed to take the test Quint had procured for her from the pharmacy. Part of her didn't want to, favoring the option of just avoiding the situation altogether. If she ignored it, it might go away, right? Alas, she knew that if she put it off, then her anxiety would just get worse and worse until she broke down from exhaustion. For her own peace of mind, she needed to know whether she was carrying that monster's child or not.

Looking over at Quint, she waited until he looked up and waved at him. Once she had his attention, she mouthed the word "bathroom" and pointed with her thumb to the side. It wasn't like she had to tell someone where she was going, but in these times one could never be too careful.
 
"Mm... You too Tommy... I can feel you so deep,"

He groaned and couldn't help but grind his himself against her a bit more slowly on his next thrust, every word she spoke driving him up the wall and making him feel so happy that he seemed to be giving her as much pleasure as she was giving him. Tommy couldn't hold himself still for very long, however, as the way her face was twisted up into such a divine look of pleasure as she closed her eyes, had him thrusting up into her hard once more.

His hand reaches up to her face, pulling her down into a kiss fueled with need. He was careful not to grip onto too hard and make her feel trapped, but he simply couldn't contain his lust and excitement in that moment. Infact, very quickly, he felt his balls begin to tighten and his hard cock begin to jump, spilling his hot seed out into the condom, so deep within her warm depths that it made him whine slightly into their kiss.

Moving his fingers from the side of her face and to the back of her neck, he gripped her with affection as his hips held themselves against her, his body quivering slightly from the intensity of his orgasm. Tommy had had many a good wank session in his life, but never had he cum so hard before, and when it was over, he let both his head and hand fall back to the mattress a bit slowly, his eyes closed as his chest took in deep, heavy, lungfuls of air. After a few more of those greedy breaths, he let out a long and satisfied sigh before opening his eyes and looking up at her, giving her an almost sheepish, albeit exhausted and satisfied, smile.

"I'm sorry," he said, his grin starting to turn a bit shy as that momentary boost of confidence to his ego, fueled by nothing but stamina and teenage hormones, wore off.

"I wanted to last longer for you...but that last thing you said made me explode" he laughed, bringing his hand up again to gently rub her shoulder.

"Did you um...did you want some help? I still really want to help you cum, I just need a minute" he said, laughing a bit again, though this time it was a bit more of a nervous chuckle. Even though Jesse had assured him that it would be alright, he still couldn't help but be a little nervous that he hadn't been able to go a bit longer for her. And she had also been right in that, he really didn't have a good understanding of how it worked for her. Hearing and thinking he could comprehend it through thought would be much different than actually putting it into practice, he would soon find out.
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"You're not dreaming. I'm here with you right here, right now. This isn't hell or some cruel joke, and it's not a hallucination either. I'm right here, next to you. You can hear me...You can smell me...You can feel me...You can see me..."

Each little touch brought the nomad a bit of peace and reassurance, Sabastian's sweet voice accompanying them like a sweet and soft melody. When those soft lips came near his face, Vin closed his eyes softly, soon feeling a tender kiss upon them.

"And..."

A tender kiss upon his lips, Sabastian's comforting smell filling him and grounding him.

"You can taste me. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with this dumbass whether you like it or not. I can't promise that shit'll go the way we want it to, but I swear to god I'll go to bat for you every goddamn time."

His lids opened slowly, his chocolate brown eyes looking down into Sabastian's and hanging on every word that was said. Though Vin was feeling an array of emotions, he lacked the skills in that moment to put them into words, instead falling back on conveying what he felt through his actions.

While holding his gaze, Vin reached down and took hold of one of the little blonds hands, rubbing in gently between both of those big palms of his. He then took one hand off and reached up to cup the side of Sabastian's face, rubbing his cheek gently with his calloused thumb before bending down and returning the little blond's earlier soft kiss with one of his own.

Lingering there for a long moment, his eyes closed, he at last pulled back and leaned his forehead down onto Sabastian's. Letting out a small sigh, he said quietly, "Thank you Bastian. I love you."
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"Most people say that in order to survive a zombie apocalypse, you have to always be armed and ready."

Damien's joke was heard, though Quint had bad been looking away slightly when it was said. There was a number of ways in which he could have reacted-one of them being an almost genuine laugh like how he may have done with Francis or Jonathon. The half zombie even briefly wondered if Damien was trying to manipulate him, having perhaps thought that their therapy session may have garnered some sympathy, and he briefly considered playing into it if only to make Damien feel at ease. He decided he didn't feel like doing that just yet, however, seeing as how it had only been a day and on the off chance that the grey eyed man wasn't stupid, might suspect what Quint was up to.

Instead, his hazel blue eyes turn to the man on the ground first, his own face expressing a sour look, before Quint slowly turns his head towards him. There lying before him was someone who had taken and used both Sayori and his sister, and no matter how many times he remembered that fact, it still enraged him just as much and made it difficult not to pull his arm back and sock him right in that smug fucking face.

"Man, shut the fuck up" Quint grumbled before slowly pulling his eyes away again. The movement from Sayori caught his gaze, and though he could see that she wanted to just sneak away real quick, he quickly held up his hand and gave her a signal to wait a minute.

"I'll come with you" he followed it up with, hoping she would be okay with that. Not that he was going to stand there and watch her pee-he wasn't a sick fuck like Polaroid Boy, but he simply didn't trust that she would be safe even going that small of a distance on her own. Both Niles and Johnathon were exceptionally sneaky bastards when they wanted to be, and Johnny had his own boys as well. The air smelled clear at the moment, but his nose was only one sense, and a sense that he didn't trust exclusively on it's own.

"I found one" Cora said, coming up to them with a tan roll of fabric in her hand. She began to unroll it as she squatted down near Damien's side again.
 
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She hadn’t expected for her little remark to trigger him so much, but she had to admit she was enjoying it. The way he pulled her down and engulfed her mouth while pounding his cock into her was so hot. It felt like one of those movies where the two main characters were totally bonkers for one another, their tongues flying wildly as they consummated their passion. The young woman moaned into his mouth, enjoying his rough thrusts.

When she felt his body tense she knew it was time, the man trembling slightly a moment later as deep as he could possibly get. It was a shame that they couldn’t let him cum inside, but there was absolutely no way she was getting pregnant- not even from Tommy.

“Don't be sorry, for a first time you actually lasted a good amount of time." Jesse said on a heavy breath, reaching up and pushing her hair out of her face again. Man, she really should have put her hair up like usual, but she had wanted to look mature for him.

"As far as helping me goes... yeah, that'd be fine if you really want to. I'd like to give you some pointers though. Listen and learn, soldier boy.” She lifted herself up enough to reach down and hold him steady while she slid up and off his dick. Still hard, his cock flopped down onto his body when she let it go so she could kneel-scoot her way up his body a little.

Once she was positioned more above his stomach, Jesse reached to her side and took his good hand, guiding it until he was cupping her mound. It was very warm, her hips instinctively rocking slightly as she took a moment to grind against his palm.

“Mm… So. As you know, a pussy looks like a slit kinda, but the actual entrance is more toward the back near the ass.” Her hands pulled his back and up from her, to the front of her pussy, where she gently molded his hand until he was making a fist with his index and middle finger sticking out together. With that, she angled her hips toward him and pushed his hand back to trace down her slit, his large fingers sliding against her slickness until she could feel him on the precipice. Once there, she guided him inside her, letting out a very soft moan as he sank deep enough to reach his knuckles.

"So, it feels really good when you fuck me, but just being in a woman isn't going to guarantee that they cum. I mean, some women can, and sometimes if you're really in sync it can be done, but it usually takes a bit of time for her to be worked up to that point. What you really want to be aware of, is the clit."

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Sabastian smiled and whispered back, “I love you too.” He loved how Vin’s kisses could either be overpowering and ferocious, or heart-meltingly gentle. In this case, it made him feel like Vin was allowing Sabastian’s to handle his more vulnerable, softer side, trusting that it was safe in Sabastian’s hands.

He let out a soft chuckle, “You know, you’re going to look like even more of a badass now once your ear heals. I’ll have to beat off all the ladies and guys with a stick to keep them off of you.”

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The sour look was to be expected, Damien not letting it bother him in the moment. After all, good joke or not, Quint probably didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of even an amused puff of air out his nose. Though he thought to himself that the joke was undeniably good-anyone could tell that.

Quint’s harsh words simply made him shrug, his eyes wandering to his hat while the other man made arrangements for something with Sayori. His mother had disliked those types of hats, calling them undignified and “one of the marks of a less-educated tryhard,” but he thought to himself that it didn’t make Quint look anything like that. In fact, it made him look more friendly and easygoing, perhaps even making him a bit more aesthetically pleasing as well.

Cora’s approach caused him to glance at her before nodding and returning his eyes to Quint, his head nodding to gesture at his hat as he spoke, “That’s a nice hat, by the way. I end up looking like an awkward child in them, but for you it makes you look very personable.”

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Sayori gave him a weird, slightly uncomfortable look for a moment before hesitantly nodding. Of course she would have rather gone by herself, but based on his insistence, it seemed like he didn’t think it was a good idea.

She knew he didn’t want to watch or listen to her do her business, but nonetheless this was going to be a bit weird for her. It wasn’t like he had never heard her before due to being in twin-cells, but this time there was pressure. He was going to be nearby, waiting for her to do it. What if the pressure made it difficult to go and she kept him waiting? What if someone else from the group then came to check on them?! She didn’t like the sound of either of those possibilities, especially because she didn’t want anyone else to find out about what was going on with her.

Still, he was her confidant in this case, while also being her moral support. If she wasn’t able to go now, they could always do it later, too.
 
Jesse may have regretted not putting her hair up, but Tommy found it entrancing, looking up into her eyes almost unabashedly as he enjoyed the high of that post orgasm bliss.

"Listen and learn, soldier boy."

He started to chuckle before sucking in a breath and letting it out on muffled 'mn' noise from the back of his throat. God her pussy felt amazing. Warm and enviting, making him want to stay there, but his cock was so sensitive when she pulled up. From there he did listen, being a model student as she taught him all about this particular region of the female anatomy, and his cock had a moment to calm down a little, slowly and almost unwillingly softening behind her.

The feeling of his hand cupping her warm mound was a very pleasant experience, his fingers naturally wanting to explore and pet her soft petals. However, he remained placid, allowing her to move his fingers how she wished and forming them into that loosely closed fist. He was very curious of where this was going, but wasn't expecting the rush of sexual energy and horniness, so soon after their romp, that feeling how warm and wet her pussy was on his finger would cause. It set off a whole 'nother wave of heated, animalistic lust, and within seconds his little second was standing at attention once more.

"...What you really want to be aware of, is the clit."

His light eyes came up to meet her own, his breathing a bit shallow again as he hung on every word. He had heard of this mysterious clit: one of the many treasures in which almost every coming of age young adult seeked to find, and hopefully, master. Even the mention of that musical note leaving those juicy lips cause his finger to curl, curious if he could perhaps feel it on his own or if he would need some further guidance.
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With their faces still comfortingly close, Vin smiled and said, "that won't be necessary. Everyone behind you will be too dim for me to see."

Letting his eyes open slowly, he looked down into Sabastian's for a moment longer before looking over and noticing the clear little jar of goop, now a bit darker from its contents, setting beside them. Sitting back up and leaning back a little, he reached out and pulled it towards them, unscrewing the cap and handing the bottle to Sabastian.
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The look Sayori gave him made Quint feel guilty, his chin tucking down just a small increment as his eyes followed, turning slightly to the side after. He wanted to give her privacy to do her business, perhaps even ask Cora to go with her instead. But then again, if his sister saw the test-even though he knew she would understand, he didn't want to put Sayori through the stress of talking about it.


"That’s a nice hat, by the way. I end up looking like an awkward child in them, but for you it makes you look very personable."

Cora wasn't sure if the purple in Sabastian's and Quint's eyes could actually glow but in that moment she would have been willing to lay down a bet on it.

The shadow from the brim of his hat fell down over the tops of his cheekbones and nose, creating an ominous mask to showcase those bright purple rings as they turned back to glare down at her lover with a slight hint of murderous rage. She had not been there when Sayori had first told him who Damien was in relation to the little women, and she was not there when Sabastian had informed him that she herself was dating the hansom business man, so she had yet to see this, albeit toned down, look on her brothers face. At least in relation to her lover.

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?"

"Okay! Time to sit you up!"

Those sharp hazel eyes had seen the clench of his jaw just before his growl, and then the way his arm had begun to tense, his knuckles no doubt starting to bunch up and form a fist near his thigh. Quint wasn't all that different from most people when he was about to throw a punch, if maybe a bit more reserved until his fist was actually swinging. The only difference that gave Cora enough time to suddenly throw her hands forward over Damien and grab his now fixed shoulder before those knuckles could come down and claim a tooth, maybe even a few, was that she simply knew her brother very well and had an innate sense of how many milliseconds she had to stop the destruction. Starting with a very gently pressure, Cora started to nudge Damien towards herself.

"I got it from here Quint."

She could feel the heat of his stare but she didn't dare to look up. Not until he finally leaned forward and used his fist-yup, he had definitely made a fist, to push himself up onto his feet.

"Take your rapist mutt back to your own car, it's going to rain and I don't want the smell of wet dog all over the seats."

Her brows knitted a bit and she wanted so badly to bite back, but she recognized that this wasn't a battle to start right now. She also didn't want Damien accidentally throwing more fuel on the fire, so one hand quickly came back to sneakily stroke the side of his face, her fingers running up through his hair behind his ear, where his face was leaning somewhat close to her knees.

"Alright..." was her meek reply, for the moment giving her brother the authority reins, only breathing a sigh of relief when he got up and walked over to Sayori. Her chin tilted up and watched them go for a moment before she looked back down at Damien and stroked his cheek with her thumb.

"Are you okay baby? Can you sit up for me?"
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Quint gave his hand two small shakes before he reached up and rubbed his eyebrows with his thumb and forefinger, letting out a sigh to relieve the tension before he softened his gaze and gave Sayori a calm smile.

"Alright, sorry for making you wait" he said, coming up to her side and then taking a look out into the woods.

"I'll just take a little walk around while you go. I just don't want anyone sneaking up from behind."
 
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