Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Drobabes]

Her cry of pain causes a lag in the tugging, the tweezers still deeply embedded in the wound but not moving. Whether he was doing this to give her a moment of reprieve, or simply because she had jerked her body a bit away from him, was difficult to say. Leaving the tweezers where they are at, he reaches up to his pocket and pulls out a small piece of white cloth. With it, he begins to wipe up some of the fresh blood that has started to spill from the wound once more.

"Well, you don't have to tell me about your ankle, but unless you have anything else you would like to talk about," he says, seemingly ignoring her request.

"Then we could steer the conversation to Quentin. The General is always curious to learn more information. Infact, if you would like to volunteer any information that we do not already know, I might be able to tug a string here or there and make your stay with us more comfortable."

He begins to tug on the wound once more. This time, though he seems to be doing it faster, the movements are not as intense, his technique seemingly having switched from longer, harsh pulling on the flesh until it separates, to just small, quick tugs.

"Almost got it..." he mumbles after a moment more.
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He ignored his little blonds words for a moment, simply too turned on not to devour the little mans body as he had been craving. Letting his mouth roam over his smooth skin, he soon found what he had been searching for-those perfect little erect buds, so flushed and warm from the alcohol coursing through his system.

He let's his tongue slip around it in a slow circle, tracing every texture in his skin and groaning from the pleasure of it. Starting at his hip, he let his hand splay out and slowly slide up his taut little tummy, over his ribs, where he could feel the way Sabastian was breathing, and finally come to rest on his other nipple. Seeking out the little bud, he takes it between his thumb and forefinger and begins to roll and pinch it just at the same moment that his lips latch onto to the pink bud beneath his tongue.

For a few moments, he simply takes his time enjoying those hard peaks, alternating between his hand and mouth on both sides and occasionally giving more than a gentle squeeze. When at last he decides to take a break from them-though he was far from finished, he moves his lips up to Sabastians neck once again and breathes a ragged, hot, breath against his skin before nipping it gently.

"Don't worry about cumming too fast. I plan on having you quaking for me long before I touch that tight little hole of yours."

Wanting to emphasize his point, the hand that had been twisting and pinching those sensitive little nubs, moves down his chest once more and under the lining of his pants, straight into his boxers. His thick, hot fingers wrap around his jerking staff and he begins to gently, almost teasingly, stroke him.

"Do you need to cum Bastian?"

His voice was low and sultry, but there was a certain edge to it as well. A certain authority; a warning. It wasn't just sweet words he was whispering in the little mans ear, he was fully expecting an answer to his question in that moment.
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Cora had pulled herself together just enough to stand up and wipe her eyes, though she was still giggling. However, as she watched Damien try to get the snake off his head, it's big muscly body easily dodging and evading his attempts, her laugh starts to kick up once more until it reaches a higher pitch and it changes to more of a squeaking, sort of mad giggle.

"Well. I suppose I have a Bowie hat now."

She absolutely loses it. The sound of her laughter, echoing across the lake, is only interrupted by the sound of her body dropping to the ground and snapping leaves and twigs underneath her as she holds her sides and giggles without abandon. Her lungs just can't seem to get enough air into them and her laughter slowly fades out to small wheezes until she can force more air back in, only to lose it once more to another laugh.

 

[Poprockz]

Sayori narrowed her eyes at Francisco disapprovingly as he asked about Quint. The man seemed intent on having a conversation with her one way or another. While she could have simply remained silent, she was provoked into responding by principle. She winced at one of his quick tugs before giving him a reply.

"Even if I were to believe a word you say- which I do not - I would not give you or that big, wicked man any information about him. Besides, you have cameras in here. You are at liberty to see and hear everything I have." Her tone was indignant. Even if there had been no cameras in the room, she would not have offered information for her own gain. Quint wasn't an object or resource, he was a kind man who deserved compassion.

The only piece of information to which they may not have been privy was the fact that his goop actually seeped into the wounds a bit and offered some relief from the pain. It wasn't numbing, but it at least reduced it quite a bit. It hurt her to think of them pumping him dry day after day to distill the goop as some painkiller.

Francisco hit the thin layer of flesh over her bone with his tweezers, she could feel it. It sent a disgusted shiver through her body and suddenly she could feel saliva pooling in her mouth. The next moment, she quickly leaned over the bed and vomited that hearty stew they had earlier. Flecks of it got onto Francisco's shoes and pants as it splattered on the floor, the small woman coughing and shuddering. She hadn't intended to get it on him, having at least tried to aim it slightly away, but the drop from the bed to the floor still caused it to splash a bit.

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When Vin finally found his nipple and licked slowly around it, Sabastian let out a drawn-out moan. Every little flick of his tongue was tantalizingly maddening, his nipple so sensitive to every movement of his wet mouth. The little man started to rub his thighs together, his hips squirming as he tried to get a little relief from how massively aroused he was.

In all his years, Vin made him feel better than anything he had done to himself. He had purchased nipple cream once, which made his nipples more sensitive when he played with them, but that absolutely couldn't compare to what Vin did to them. It was like he was slathering them with a salve distilled from raw pleasure. More than that, it seemed like every inch of Sabastian had become vulnerable to Vin's charms, the man's touch making him shiver and yearn for him desperately.

He loved when Vin would pinch him hard, both a punishment and a reward for being Vin's own little slut. Each time would elicit a little noise of bliss from him, his chest arching as if to ask for more. Like a good boy, he kept his hands behind his head, his hands squeezing each other to prevent him from caressing the man's godly body.

I plan on having you quaking for me long before I touch that tight little hole of yours."

Sabastian shivered at the words "tight little hole," the words eliciting an image of Vin hips rolling against him as he stuffed the man's ass. He closed his eyes and panted for a moment before feeling Vin's hand descend into his boxers. The touch to his cock was electric, every movement dripping with bliss as he was gently fondled.

He bit his lip with a slightly conflicted look; Sabastian was tempted to lie and say that he did need it, but the truth was that while he wanted it badly, he could still hold on for longer. His eyes came open to fix Vin with a lustful look, "I want it... but I can hold on for longer, I think."

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Damien couldn't help but smile at the sound of her laughter, eventually chuckling a bit himself. He had to admit that it was a bit absurd, having a snake wrapped around his head as though he owned the man. If snakes could look smug, he was absolutely sure that Bowie would be the smuggest little noodle right now. In fact, he was convinced that the snake was fucking with him on purpose.

Bowie didn't move, his body still blinding the man as the snake watched Cora laugh. Though he did continue to bob a bit, his violet eyes flashing in the dim light.

The blinded man put his arms out and carefully walked over to Cora, not wanting to accidentally step on her since it sounded like she was on the ground at this point. As he moved, Bowie leaned forward as though commanding Damien to advance like a noble steed. When his foot gently nudged her, he grinned and crouched, turning his face to look in her general direction.

"If I have to live like this from now on, I hope you don't mind having two snakes in the bedroom," he joked.

 

[Drobabes]

A small smirk touched his lips as he listened to her response. The little women was brave considering what she had witnessed and knew what her captors were capable of now.

Continuing his work, he knew he was just about ready to pull the mass out. He didn't want to have to work on it a second time, however, so he pushes the tweezers in very deeply and latches onto it from both sides. What he hadn't been anticipating, however, was just how deep the wound went, so when the tweezers hit bone, a small shudder went through his own body. The sickening feeling from those metal tongs hitting something hard, combined with Sayoris own immediate reaction of puking onto the floor, makes Francisco's stomach flip and he has to focus hard on his task, though he does let out a small retch as well.

Using the shock of the moment, he grips the tweezers and, with one good hard yank, he pulls the mass out in one piece. He then sets both it and the tweezers down on the ground, somewhat under the bed where he didn't have to see it for a moment, so he can wipe the fresh blood away once more. Then, once again, the wound is filled with more the strange goopy salve.

Now that the task was over with, and while he was trying not to breathe too deeply and fill his nose with the scent of the fresh puke, he grabs the tweezers and cleans up his own mess before making his way over to the sink and toilet, where he disposes of the mass. Once that is done, he runs the washcloth under the faucet to wring out the blood, then bends down to clean the puke from his shoe. Another quick rinse of the rag in the sink, and then he turns around and looks at Sayori. Before he makes his way back over to her, he unbuckles his belt and pulls it free from pants, then folds it over itself and holds it in his hand as he approaches her.

Upon approaching her, he squats down on his knees and uses the warm rag to wipe the puke from her mouth, then lifts the folded over belt to her face.

"Open your mouth and bite down on this. If I had known you were going to puke I would have given it to you earlier."

His light brown eyes looked down into her own, and though he was meeting her gaze, he didn't seem to be staring into her. He didn't glare at her or look down on her with distaste, or let his eyes wander the features of her face as if he were looking for something pleasing. He simply looked and communicated, and once she had done as she was told, he stood and moved away.

Letting his hand go back to her back once more, he runs his fingers along the burn wound. Unlike the deep cut that had been inflicted to her ass, this one looked as if it was going to be a much simpler job. The salve seemed to have hardened, but was raised slightly above her skin, similar some of the band-aids they used in the hospital. If he was careful about it, which he was as he began to pick along the edges to raise it up and separate it from her own flesh, then he could rip it off in one jerk that wouldn't leave her squirming too much.

Once he got a enough of it up, he gripped it tightly and said "bite down", and then ripped back as quickly as he could. Just as he thought, it all came off in one smooth piece, and with a bit of a grossed out look on his face, he throws it across the room and into the toilet. He then uses a clean part of the rag to dab away the fresh blood before applying more salve. Once that was done, he lifted her hand and used a similar technique to to apply a fresh coat.

"Alright, all done," he says, almost in a cheerful manner.

"I'll take my belt back, and I'll leave you with the rag to clean up your mess. Niles is such a germaphobe, but I'm already doing enough of his work for him, so I'll leave that to you."

Once he has his belt back on, he reaches into yet another pocket and pulls out a bag of peanuts. It was similar to the type one might find in a gas station, and on the front it the flavor reads 'sea salt and cracked pepper'. He tosses it down into her lap and gives her a small smile, almost like she was a child that just got a lolly pop after dealing with the doctor giving them a shot. His eyes then roam over to Quinton's side of the cell and the smile drops from his face, only to be replaced by a small scowl.
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He loved how honest Sabastian was. He didn't even think to lie about it or exaggerate anything, he simply answered him when asked, and often with words that made Vin want to bend down and claim his mouth with need, not letting him pull for air until he could feel the little man becoming weak from the lack of air.

The hand on his cock began to squeeze just a little bit harder, his pace increasing along with the pressure, and he uses his thumb to slip his warm precum all around and over the head of his cock. While he is doing this, his own dark eyes look down into that lustful expression, and he can't help but smile just the smallest amount.

"Good, because you're going to cum exactly when I tell you to cum, and not a moment sooner. Understand?"

Unfortunately for Sabastian, the little man had worked him so good throughout the day that, while Vin still felt an immense hunger and need, most, if not all, of his self control was back in working order. He was going to keep working the little man beneath him until either he felt the time was right, or Sabastian's need was so great that it was literally bordering on being painful.
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Looking up, or rather, trying to look up as there were still so many tears in her eyes that she could barely see, Cora let out another laughing wheeze when she saw the way that Bowie was now wrapped around his head like some type of Egyptian hat. Playfully, she tries to push herself away from Damiens legs, and while he couldn't see it, she was shaking her head.

"No-no more!" she says between breathes.

"Time out! I can't brea...ha! I can't breathe you two!"

 

[Poprockz]

She was just trying to get through the pain, yelping as he pulled the mass free with one final yank. Afterwards, she relaxed just a bit as it was filled up with the goop once more, panting slightly as her body trembled uncontrollably. Sayori heard the click of his belt before she saw it, the woman's eyes widening with fear as she jerked her head up to look at him.

The last time a man had taken off his belt, she had been mercilessly fucked in the ass after having cum twice. She fully expected him to then unzip himself, or at least hit her with it as retribution for getting puke on his shoes, so her heart beat quickly as she swallowed hard. Her body tensed and she braced herself for a blow, but all she got was the damp rag wiping her mouth. Niles had acted soft before he struck too, so she wasn't going to let her guard down. When he lifted the belt to her face, she flinched before hearing what he had to say.

"To be fair, I didn't know either. I would have liked to keep the contents of my stomach inside me as well," she replied quietly before taking the belt into her mouth and biting it just enough to hold it for now. It was a bit bewildering that he wasn't angry at her. Had she puked on Niles' shoes, she knew he would have been enraged. Kuznet would have probably acted like it didn't bother him, then find some kind of cruel recompense later.

She bit down when commanded, whimpering with pain each time he ripped off the layer of flesh. When it was done, she handed him back the belt that had developed small indents where her teeth had bitten down. The woman sat up and glanced at the rag and then at the bag of peanuts, her eyes a bit disinterested in food at the moment.

"Hopefully that officer won't come back for a long time," she said softly. She hoped he was in the medical wing for several months. If they were lucky, Quint had broken part of his back or hips, so he would have to wait a long time for it to heal. If they weren't and it was only a couple ribs and his leg... he would be well enough to visit soon, though he would be in a wheelchair. Still, she didn't want to see his face for as long as she lived, and she worried about what sort of revenge he would enact on Quint.

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Sabastian's breath caught as he felt the hand suddenly squeeze him a bit more, doing more to him than just slow teasing. It wasn't enough to bring him close to the edge, but he'd be lying if he said that it didn't feel amazing. His cock twitched in Vin's hand and he took a deep breath before letting it out and nodding. "Okay, I understand. I trust you to know when. Still... You're too goddamn good at this shit, bad boy." The little man grinned at him playfully, his eyes meeting Vin's.

As his hands were self-restrained, and Vin was kneeling over his hips, he couldn't really tease him with a touch or kiss him. He could try to raise his head to meet Vin's lips, but he felt like Vin would give him a warning if he tried. All he could do was speak and react to what Vin was doing, the other man completely in control.

The grass felt really nice against the bare skin of his back since his shirt had been pulled up, and he could only imagine how nice it would feel when Vin had him completely naked and exposed in the moonlight while he plowed him. Every time he thought about the fact that this was it, this was the night that he was going to truly have Vin inside him, his heart would flutter in excitement. The little blonde was overjoyed that he could share such an intimate thing with the tall stranger on top of him. He wasn't a stranger anymore though, he was a friend and a lover, and everything Sabastian wanted in a partner.

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He chuckled, and Bowie finally decided that maybe he would try to mount Damien's head again tomorrow. For now, he slithered off of his head and down his body, wrapping around his torso and then his leg to get down to the ground. The little noodle then moved over to Cora and watched her face as she laughed.

Now that he could see again, Damien reached out and rubbed her back. "It would seem that your pleas have moved the King Bowie. We must be grateful that he has deigned to free me from this never-ending darkness. I have you to thank, princess." With that, he put his arm under her knees and across her back and lifted her up, giving her a slight readjustment before starting to walk in the direction of camp. He figured her legs were probably jelly after laughing that hard, so it would be better for him to carry her.

At one point he got a weird look on his face and his step seemed a bit unbalanced for a moment. A second after that, Bowie appeared over his arm to slither into her lap.

 

[Drobabes]

Francisco had begun to walk over to Quint, briefly looking at the wall to admire the damage the newly turned man had done. If he wasn't in such a hurry to get back to work, he might have wasted a little time and let out a slow whistle.

"Hopefully that officer won't come back for a long time,"

"Hopefully," he answers, reaching down to roll Quint onto his back.

"I hate doing other peoples work. Maybe we can replace him with a robot, and then I won't have to clean up his messes."

Once Quint was on his back, Francisco bends down into a squat once more. He then gets his arms under the mans back and gets him up into a bit of a sitting position before pulling his legs off the bed. With a bit of a grunt, as he was not a young pup anymore and Quinton was a fully grown man of six foot and not scrawny either, he gets him up and holds him in his arms. He has to put his leg up on the bed to adjust Quints big body, but once he has him, he holds him in the same position that a father might hold his son before he takes him to bed.

Of Kuznets three subordinates, Francisco had been with him the longest and was the only one allowed to touch Cora and Quint in, what Kuznet considered to be, an intimate manner. Of course, he was much more strict with the way Francisco was allowed to touch Cora, but Quint was very special to him as well and he wouldn't allow anyone else but Francis to touch them outside of what was absolutely necessary. Quints legs could have been broken and Kuznet would have still expected Niles or Jonathon to move him with a stretcher or something along those lines. While Niles might have been Kuznet's 'second', he was a spoiled bastard that thought he deserved more than what he got and he never would have been tamable without being given such a privileged title.

With Quints legs now on either side of his waist, and his head laying on his shoulder, Francisco gives Sayori one last look before making his way to the door. When he turns his back to her, Sayori will see that Quint is out hard, his expression completely peaceful. The only thing that shows he is even still breathing is the slight, unconscious movement of his body as he turns his face more towards Francisco's neck and his hand grips the mans shirt from where it is hanging down next to his side. After the two leave, it is only about fifteen minutes before the lights shut off once more.
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Vin returned his playful grin with his own, the compliment pleasing him greatly. He didn't say anything else, however, instead choosing to continue to sensually stroke his little lover as he looked down into those beautiful jeweled eyes. The soft moonlight gave them an almost haunting beauty, and in that moment, Vin felt as if there were a heaviness in their atmosphere. Something almost magical happening between the two of them and he didn't want to miss a second of it.

"Look at me" he commands, having caught those beautiful eyes moving away from his own hungry gaze. As a reward for doing as he was told, Vin uses more of the blonds precum to lubricate his fingers, stroking him with new vigor, making sure to pass his thumb over his crown with each stroke. He wanted to get him close now. No, more than that, he wanted to hear Sabastian beg him for release.
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Her mad giggles finally calm down as the two of them stop their shenanigans. When he picks her up in his arms, she looks up at him sweetly and places her hand over his heart, a big smile still on her face until he falters in his step for a moment, which causes her to flinch from the motion. When she then felt Bowie crawling onto her stomach, the smile returned and she began to stroke his scales around his neck, and then down his back.

"You know, I'm starting to get used to this princess business. I used to hate it, you know, being picked up. Being picked up never meant anything good, even when he was being gentle. Actually, it was worse when he was being gentle, cause then it usually meant something worse was coming, so for a long time, only Quint could do it without freaking me out. Even then I didn't really like it, though. Whenever my other boyfriends would try to do it, I would always get really mad..."

The booze in her system was still going strong and she was feeling a little more chatty than she normally would be. She was just drunk enough to want to open up more, though a small part of her worried that if she opened up too much, or drank anymore, she might turn into a crying drunk, so for this reason, she cuts herself off from saying too much more about her past.

"But when you do it I love it. I feel so pampered."
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The elevator was cold, just like the rest of the underground structure. The only good thing it had going for it in that moment was that it was the one place where Ray hadn't installed a camera. Where Francis was taking Quint was absolutely top secret-they couldn't risk anyone finding it, so they didn't even bother to make a trail leading to it with wires. It was also far enough out of range that Francis knew he wasn't being tapped, so for the moment, he could let his guard down.

He sat Quint down on the ground carefully, and then he pulled out another rag from his pocket. While he had been at the sink in the cell, he had pulled a quick slight of hand and gotten a second rag wet, and with it, he uses it to gently wipe the blood off of Quints face and out of his hair. He then pulls a small wipe from his pocket and rips it open, then holds it under Quint nose.

The reaction is immediate-Quints eyes shoot open and look around fearfully. He was somewhat high off the combination of THC and painkillers that Francis had been able to sneak into that shot, alongside the cannabis, but he was with it enough to recognize Francis's brown eyes.

"He can't see us here," Francis says, and immediately Quint starts to cry, sobbing hard. He let's the zombie crawl over and hug him, his arms going around the older mans chest and clinging to him, just like when he was a boy.

"I'm going to get you out of here Quint. I fucking swear to you. I'll finish it this time. I'll finish it, I promise."

 

[Poprockz]

While Sayori did still feel a bit put-off by being referred to as “one of his messes,” she was still a bit pleased that Francisco didn’t seem to be fond of Niles either. Though she couldn’t help herself from getting a little smile at the idea of replacing him with a robot. It went to show that Niles was truly an unlikable character, even to his comrades. Based on Kuznet trying to get Quint to kill him, she assumed that he wasn’t attached to the man either. To him, he was probably just very useful.

She stood up and carefully avoided the vomit before hovering near the hole in the wall, leaning on the concrete for support. Her eyes watched Quint, the woman worried about what awaited the man once Francisco had him out of his cell. She knew they would see each other again, but she wasn’t sure when. After all, he still was going to be forced to lay his eggs inside her. While that wasn’t an exciting thought, at least they would meet again.

Her eyes lingered on them as they walked out and down the hall until they were out of sight, at which point she sighed and glanced at the puke. It was not high on her list of priorities, and she was likely simply to add to the pile if she tried to clean it right now. Sayori just wanted to rest, so she grabbed Quint’s blanket and layered it on her own. The shirt she had been given was put on once more before she got under the blankets to rest a bit. She wasn’t sure how long she had stared at the ceiling before the lights went out, but she took it as a way of encouraging her to sleep.

There was no fighting it either, her eyelids soon drooping as the exhausted woman fell asleep. Who knew what she would face when she woke up, but she would simply have to take things as they came.

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Indeed, his eyes had been starting to wander from Vin’s eyes, to those demanding lips, and further down to his tattooed chest. When Vin commanded his gaze to return, he didn’t hesitate to snap his gaze back up to those brown pools of lust.

He felt Vin’s strokes become more slippery and more engaged for that matter. It was unfair that Vin had just told him to resist the urge to cum, and yet he was making it more difficult by stroking him in a more provocative manner. Sabastian panted and had to close his eyes for a moment as a whimper of pleasure was drawn from his lips, a slip of Vin’s thumb around his head having felt divine. He soon opened his eyes again though, not wanting to disobey the big man.

His cheeks flushed once more, the little blonde becoming more conscious of the way Vin was hungrily watching every movement of his face. Every time he panted or moaned, whimpered or squirmed, Vin’s eyes would capture it and drink in the sight. It made it hard to meet Vin’s intense eyes, but he continued to look.

Soon he could feel his cock pulsing with need and he spoke up, “Vin... it feels really good. I- mm!” He moaned and his hips bucked for a moment in Vin’s hand before he regained control, panting as he continued. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to take much more of this...”

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The bit about being carried like that by her guardian before he did things to her or after he was done made him scowl a bit. Anger sparked in his stomach and he wished he could make that man suffer. It was good enough that he was dead though, so he let the scowl drop from his face.

Damien glanced down at her and smiled, happy at least that she liked being in his arms. He thought about her words and then spoke, “maybe you didn’t like your brother holding you because you associated it with bad things, like needing to be carried because you were injured. And maybe you didn’t like your boyfriends doing it because it’s a very vulnerable position to be in. I’m just guessing though, so take it with a grain of salt.”

He soon reached the camp, setting her down on her sleeping bag and sitting down next to her. “I’m really glad you don’t mind me doing it though. I like being able to scoop you up and hold you close to my chest... I can’t quite put into words why it’s very satisfying and comforting to me.” Leaning over, he kissed her neck softly before putting a hand on her knee and gently rubbing her.

 

[Drobabes]

"I don’t think I’m going to be able to take much more of this..."

He may not have directly asked to cum, but he didn't need to. Vin could hear the pleading in his tone, feel the way his body squirmed for him and his hot breaths grew quick. The only thing that was keeping him from falling over that edge was Vin's hot gaze, staring down at the handsome man beneath him and demanding that he hold out even as he was being spurred on with pleasure.

Letting his face dip down, he finally releases Sabastian's eyes so that he can claim his lips. His kiss is hungry and carnal, just like before, and he doesn't stop until he can feel Sabastian trying to break free to get some air. Even then, however, he only moves his kiss to his neck, sucking and biting every bit of soft flesh that he can feel until he reaches his ear.

"Now, now you can cum" he growls.
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She listened to him with curiosity and thought about what he had said. Maybe there was some truth in that, although she thought to herself that it might have been just a bit more to do with the anxiety of what came after. She had gone through some intense therapy for a few years, and it had helped her to work through a lot of her triggers, but it didn't fix the issue. It just seemed to have made it more manageable. Although, she never seemed to get what she wanted out of the sessions, but maybe that was more to do with herself being to harsh. She had wanted everything to be fixed, to not have to have triggers at all, or nightmares, but it seemed as if that just wasn't something that could be erased so easily, even with years of therapy. And if she was being honest, maybe it wasn't even something she could do on her own. Sarah had managed to get more out of her than any therapist could, and Sarah had been the one that ultimately made her and Quint comfortable with anything relating to sex.

When he sat her down on the ground, Bowie slithered off of her lap and went off to...well she wasn't sure what he was doing, really. She just hoped he would be safe and come back.

"I’m really glad you don’t mind me doing it though. I like being able to scoop you up and hold you close to my chest... I can’t quite put into words why it’s very satisfying and comforting to me."

Oh god that kiss to her neck felt good. Maybe it was just him, or maybe it was the booze, but Cora suddenly found her pulse racing and his warm body so close to hers to be intoxicating in it's own way. Before she answers him, she scoots herself a little closer and leans her head over a bit, trying to give him better access to her neck.

"Mm, and here I thought it was just because you like to watch me blush."

 

[Poprockz]

Sayori wasn't aware of how long she slept. It was tough to tell in that place, but at least the lights were on so it almost seemed like it was morning. The small woman felt hungry, especially since she had lost the stew the day before. They really hadn't been feeding them too much, so she felt a bit weak. For that reason, she opened the bag of peanuts and ate some of them, popping the salty, crunchy little nuts into her mouth before chewing quietly.

It was so quiet now that Quint was gone. It was almost as though he had taken the laughter and light with him when he left. All she could do at this point was try to remain positive. After eating, her first order of business was to clean the puke in the other room. Once that was done, she took the chair from Quint's room and positioned it in the corner next to her own chair. She didn't stop there, grabbing Quint's mattress with a few little huffs and wedging it between her bed and the wall to almost make a sort of futon out of her bed, complete with Quint's pillow as well.

She sat for a moment, wondering what she should do next when she had an idea. The little woman went to Quint's side again and stole his roll of toilet paper and tossed it onto her bed. Afterward, she washed the rag thoroughly with the soap at the sink, then wrung it out diligently. When it was dry enough, she took it back to her side and sat cross-legged on her bed, plucking at the rag until she found a stray thread. It was pulled until she had unwoven several feet of it. She cut it using her teeth into strips about three inches each.

To anyone watching, they may have been a bit curious as to what she was doing after she had "remodeled" her cell. Well, she was making tissue-roses. Once they were pinched and folded in the shape of a rose, she would tie them at the base to secure them before setting them beside her. She used little pieces of the yellow peanut wrapper as the center of the flower to make them a bit brighter. It took her a while, but she soon had quite a few of them, having only used half of the plastic wrapper and just a bit of the cloth. It was folded around the wrapper and put under her pillow for later, though she doubted they would take issue with her having some plastic and a rag.

A little satisfied sigh left her as she held one of the flowers in her hands, wishing she was outside. Her earlier song had reminded her just how much she missed the sunshine, even though it presumably had only been several days. This would have to do for now.

The flowers were spread in different places around her cell: on the chairs, on her bed bars, on the sink away from the water, even a couple on the ground where the wall met the floor. For a dingy cell below the earth, it actually looked somewhat nice.

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Sabastian had to really restrain himself from cumming when Vin kissed him, his hips jerking and his chest arching to push against Vin's own. He wanted to melt into the kiss, to let himself be consumed, but if he did that then his control over his body would slip and he would disappoint Vin by cumming before being given permission. For that reason, he walked the thin line between letting himself enjoy it and staying aware of each stroke of the man's hand.

He had started to become light-headed when he tried to turn his head away from Vin, panting raggedly as his body trembled with need. The little man was having a hard time keeping himself from going under, more so when he felt Vin's mouth latch onto his neck. It was as though his mouth was insatiable, claiming each inch of Sabastian's body for himself.

"Now, now you can cum."

The sentence sent a shiver down Sabastian's body, the key to the lock that kept his ultimate pleasure locked away. Now that the words were spoken, he didn't feel like he could hold it even a moment more. "Vin!" he whimpered almost painfully as his body arched and he let loose several ropes of cum into his boxers, some of which got on the man's hand. It felt so much better than when he came regularly. Something about the denial of pleasure made the final moments even more delicious.

His cock twitched and let a few more spurts of cum before he settled down, his body resting back down upon the grass. He had a desperate and flushed look on his face as though he had run a marathon and was feeling the heightened pleasure of having won and crossed the finish line in first place.

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A little smile curled his lips as she cuddled up to him, leaning her head as though asking for him to continue to grace her soft skin with his mouth. He was more than happy to oblige, loving the way her warm skin felt against his lips. The man slid the hand on her knee up her thigh and to the side of her body, pulling her a bit closer to him as he angled his own body in a comfortable position on his side.

"Well... There's that too. I don't think I'll ever get enough of those rosy cheeks of yours." Damien leaned forward and kissed her neck once more, leaving sensual kisses across her skin as though he had all the time in the world to worship that lovely body of hers. He worked his way all the way down to her collarbone and back up to her jaw before he paused.

"Oh how you tempt me, Cora..." he breathed against her skin, closing his eyes and trying to keep himself from going too much further, though he could feel a hunger building within him. The hand on her side slipped down and then back up under her shirt so that his bare hand could be against her skin. His hand was large, moving slightly up and down just to feel her warmth.

 

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Kuznet stood outside the door of their combined cells, watching the little doe eyed women. She hadn't seemed to have noticed him coming down the hall, which was no fault of her own-he had purposefully kept his feet light on the floor. Once her eyes finally came upon him, he smiles politely before entering.

For a moment, he simply stands there with his hands crossed behind his back as his cold blue eyes roam every inch of her cell. When he seems to have had his fill, he looks back down at her and takes one hand out from behind his back, then makes a gesture for her to sit in one of the chairs. Once she is seated he makes his way over to the bed and sits down on it as he brings his other hand around and into his lap. In it, he is holding an envelope which has not been sealed, and which he pulls the contents of it out onto his lap. It appears to be a small stack of colored paper, cut into squares, which he then hands to her.

"Pull your chair up closer to me Sayori, so that we can communicate clearly" he says, gesturing to a spot on the floor that is directly in front of him.

"Now, I'm sure these are much easier to work with than that soft tissue, hmm?"

His voice is calm once more, almost kind even. He spoke to her in that similar manner in which he had when she had first come into his office, and as he reaches into her lap to shuffle the small stack of papers with his thumb, his movements are slow and steady, as if he is trying not to frighten the little lamb.

"Do you like origami, Sayori?"
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There it was, those sweet blissful sounds of his release. It made Vin groan and continue to stroke him through his orgasm, trying to milk him for every last drop. Only when he was sure that he was done did Vin finally release his pulsing cock, pulling his hand free and trying to wipe the cum from his tummy before wiping it off on the grass next to them.

Once Sabastian had caught his breath, Vin reached up and gently pulled his arms down and brought his hands to his own chest before bending down and kissing Sabastian a soft kiss.

"Good boy" he says when he pulls back, his tone full of pride for his little man.

Now that that initial sexual tension was out of the way, Vin knew he could start getting him ready without the little man feeling too pent up and tense. Sabastian would be much more relaxed now and make it easier to build him back up with that delicious pressure, and if Vin did things right, he might even get to enjoy seeing Sabastian cum again just from him entering that tight little hole.

He moves off of his little body just enough to pick him up with his big hands and turn him over onto his hands and knees, easily manipulating the blonds body with his strength. He wasn't rough with it, but there was definitely a decided impatience in his movements, as if he just couldn't stand to wait any longer to have his way with the little man.

One warm, almost hot hand, places itself on the small of Sabastian's back and then slowly glides up his spine, his coarse palm pushing the shirt up to bunch against his shoulders. He then slowly moves his rough skin back down to his hips and kneads them gently before sticking his fingers under the lining of his pants and boxers, then pulling them down to the ground.

"I'm going to need something to make this a little smoother" he says, a little hint of amusement in his tone and he passes his thumb through the crease of his ass, taking his time in enjoying the warmth that was emanating from between those plump cheeks.
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With the combination of the alcohol and his intoxicating scent and touch, Cora was finding that she was quickly becoming turned on by the steely eyed man. However, she found that she wasn't really in a hurry to jump his bones just yet. It felt as if their sessions up until this point had always been just a bit fast. She loved it, of course-it was hot and carnal, so full of desire lust and pleasure that left her a lovely, quaking mess, but right now she was just craving something a little more...intimate. She wanted to make love to her kind man, who had been so brave as to bare his heart to her show her a glimpse of his soul, hiding behind all that darkness.

"Oh how you tempt me, Cora..."

"Mm. I'm sorry, but I'm not sorry" she whispers, turning her face towards him so that she can nuzzle him gently and return his affectionate kisses, her lips tracing the line of his jaw as well, before coming back. Her hand comes up to stroke the side of cheek softly as she kisses him full on, slowly, and sweetly, before pulling back.

"I love you so much Damien. I don't think I've ever loved someone like I love you, and I don't know if I ever will again."

 

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Sayori had been thoughtfully adjusting the flower in her hand when she saw boots in her peripheral vision. Her eyes were drawn to them and she stared for a moment before looking up to find Kuznet standing there watching her with those sharp blue eyes of his. The small woman's face paled and she wondered how long he had been standing there, especially since she hadn't even heard the usual heavy boot steps that proceeded the officers.

Was he here to exact punishment for her outburst? To take her to be tortured once more? Or perhaps he simply wanted to send another message to Damien. Whatever his reasons, she was nervous about what the big man might do. Those glossy brown eyes watched him with apprehension as he smiled and entered, the girl's body tensing and shrinking a bit where she stood. There was no running from him, even in the twin-cell, but that didn't mean her body's primal instinct to flee was quieted any by that fact.

She waited for him to make a move, his delay simply making the silence uncomfortable for her before he directs her to take a seat. Sayori sat down and pulled her shirt down a little, wishing she had put on a blanket-skirt earlier. Quint's shirt covered about how much a miniskirt would. While she knew he didn't have any sexual interest in her (the woman seemingly having been claimed as Niles's toy), she disliked that it made her feel more exposed.

Sayori braced herself for what he was going to say after he sat down on the bed, but was instead surprised and confused to find him bring out the envelope of colored paper. The woman hesitantly accepted this "gift" from him, and reluctantly moved her chair closer when asked. She really didn't want to be anywhere near him, but she also suspected his suggestion wasn't optional. During all of this, she was silent, only giving him a small nod when he made his comment about the paper being easier to work with. Instead of looking through the papers, she had set them on her lap, the envelope almost serving as a little tabletop. However, she soon found him reaching out and spreading them, her body tensing slightly once more from his touch.

She didn't know whether she was supposed to simply admire the paper or actually use it, but as the silence crushed down on her after his question, she decided that doing something was better than doing nothing. Her hand reached hesitantly to the papers and she plucked one with which she started to fold.

"... I do like it, yes. There is something satisfying about molding something shapeless into something beautiful. It can become anything you want as long as you take the time to fold carefully, and remain patient," she replied quietly, her hands gracefully starting to fold one of the squares into a red flower. She didn't add anything to that statement, simply keeping her eyes down on her work as she folded with practiced hands.

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He tried for more than a brief kiss, but Vin pulled away before he could deepen it, his mouth open slightly for a moment or two in hunger before he closed it and laid his head back down. However, Sabastian beamed when Vin complimented him, feeling rather pleased with himself that Vin liked his show of restraint. Truly, his ultimate goal was to have Vin run the show, Sabastian merely being the show-master's sexy assistant as he guided him through amazing and spectacular new ways of pleasure. For that, he was more than happy to jump through a few flaming hoops.

The next thing he knew, his body was being positioned so that he was on his hands and knees. It felt sexy being placed like that, his ass up and vulnerable to Vin's every whim. He sighed and closed his eyes as that rough hand slid up his back, being then directed to his pants to pull them down and truly expose the little blonde to him. His body shivered and he looked at Vin over his shoulder, wanting to see the look of carnal desire on the man's face. Instead he saw more of an appraising look, the man sizing up his cute ass.

A little moan couldn't be contained from the feeling of that finger being so utterly close to his little hole, the man almost not hearing what Vin had insinuated he needed. One of his appendages came out and rubbed one of his ass-cheeks, caressing it before moving to the top of his crease. A shudder when through him as the warm lubey liquid oozed downwards, running across his hole before dripping off his balls and onto the grass.

Sabastian was so ready for this, he wanted it so badly. The little man was still a bit nervous for his real first time, but he was ready nonetheless. He leaned forward so that his chest was more toward the ground and his ass was held higher up, his cock starting to get aroused again.

"Let me know if you need more, and I'll have all you need," he said softly.

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Damien very much enjoyed her pulling him into the sweet embrace of her lips, never having found anything else to be so relaxing and yet so thrilling at the same time. When she spoke, he occupied himself with small kisses to her cheek and back to her ear where he paused.

He wasn't quite sure how to answer her without sounding creepy, possessive, or desperate. The truth of the matter was that even if she were to fall out of love with him, he would stay with her. Damien was now bound to her in a way that a fish was bound to water. Without her, he simply couldn't survive. For that reason, he was willing to accept any other way of living whether that be to simply be near her as a friend, close as a lover, or nearby as someone she couldn't shake off. He would always be there with her even if it was as someone who followed her around and ensured her safety from afar.

Though, if she ever did reject him, he wasn't sure how he would be able to handle that either. He would be tempted to tie her up and keep her with him, but those beautiful hazel eyes burning into him with disappointment and disdain would kill him inside. She had given him a new chance at life, a chance to be a better person and make better choices. However, the only true test of one's resolve was when they were at risk of losing something they most cherished. He didn't know if he had changed enough to be able to simply give her up if she asked him to. She was everything he had ever wanted, and that was a powerful thing.

"I love you more than life itself. You are more precious to me than anything or anyone... and I know that I will never feel the same way again because I know that you are the only you... if that makes sense." He reached up and took her hand, bringing it to his mouth as he kissed her palm softly, his lips pressing against it in several places before he moved to her wrist. His movements were gentle and slow, his caress very tender as though she was delicate and cherished. "I feel like I had left my cage, but was never truly free until I met you."

 

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He put his elbows on his knees and let his hands clasp together, leaning forward in a relaxed manner as he watched her with quiet interest. Her little fingers worked so delicately to fold the paper, expertly bending it to her will with seemingly no errors. Kuznet found himself appreciating her talent as he listened to her soft words.

"People are much the same, you know. You can fold them, shape them into what you desire, if you take the time and remain patient."

His eyes traveled along her face then, appraising her features.

"My little Cora likes arts and crafts as well. Well, she used to anyway. Now she seems much more interested in something else..."

His tone, though remaining calm, became just a bit lower as he spoke and his body seems to shift imperceptibly closer to her.

"Tell me about him Sayori, tell me about Damien."
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"I will. Not yet, though. I don't want to rush this."

With that he begins to softly caress the little man, started by gently squeezing his plump ass cheek and then moving his fingers inward. He lets his hand slip and slide up and down the crease of his ass for a moment, making sure to thoroughly lube his fingers, and then, very slowly, he begins to work the first digit in.

As he had said, he takes his time with it, slowly applying pressure and backing out, then letting his finger slide in once more. Once he had it all the way in, down to the base of his hand, he very slowly begins to build up to a sensual pace, letting his finger pull out and then be sucked back in by that wanting little hole. It was so tight, even with just a single finger, that Vin thought to himself that he might not be able to fuck the little man properly tonight. He would keep stretching him, of course, but he might need more than just one night of hot finger sex to be able to fully take him and have it not hurt. But that was just fine; he would much rather Sabastian be able to enjoy the feeling of his cock fully pounding into that plump little ass than try and rush things just to please him. He wanted the little blond to feel exquisite, not just tolerable.

After a few moments more and plunging into his warm depths, he begins to add a second finger, scooping up more lube onto it and working it in just as slowly as the first finger.
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His words touched such a tender place in her heart that she felt tears begin to brim in her eyes, though she tries to blink them away from embarrassment. She felt it a little silly to get so emotional just from some words, though she couldn't help the way they made her feel. She couldn't think of a way to answer him that wouldn't sound extremely corny, so instead she simply seeks his lips out once more, and this time, she takes a bit more of the lead.

Her hand on his face moves to the back of his neck, gently rubbing her thumb along his skin as her lips move with his. She kept the pace slow and sensual, feeling absolutely no need to rush it and loving every second that he allowed her to be so close with him. She still wasn't very practiced with kissing, but over the last few weeks, with his help, she had gotten a little more confident in herself and now she wanted to explore. Slowly, and tentatively, she let's her tongue come out and lick along his soft lips, as if she is asking for permission to deepen the kiss.

 

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Her fingers paused for just a moment as she listened to his comment, her eyebrows knitting slightly. "Perhaps that may be, but I do not like to think about people that way," she said simply, her tone quiet but not disrespectful.

Even though she could feel his eyes scanning her face, she didn't look up to meet his gaze, seemingly focused on the paper as she listened to him talk about Cora. She had to admit that she was interested in what Cora was like, simply because she was with Damien, and because Quint seemed to hold her in high regard.

"Tell me about him Sayori, tell me about Damien."

Sayori's lips pursed. So that was what he was after. He was there to give her a small offering and a bit of busy work to focus on while she talked about the man who had kidnapped her, and who was currently travelling with Quint's sister. She was silent for a moment before sighing. She had done a lot of research on Damien and his family after she had returned, trying to find some way to come to terms with what had happened. In addition, she had questioned some of his staff, so she was able to get some juicy rumors as well.

"I don't know what you want to know, so I'll simply talk. He's a rich boy, raised in a mansion with his mother and father, the guy being an only child. They own- owned a large medical supply company, so they were very well off. He seemed like a fairly normal kid, participated in a few clubs, went to school events, that sort of thing. After a boy named "Toby" went missing, he disappeared from any mention of note in the school. The only record of him being at school was his graduation photo. It was rumored that he and the boy were very close. His father was involved in an accident, and his mother shortly after became comatose after reportedly falling down the stairs. Apparently the doctor recommended pulling the plug since she was just a vegetable, but he declined and simply relocated her back to the mansion... The rumor was that they were cruel parents, and that Damien had taken them out."

Sayori didn't feel any guilt giving Kuznet information. After all, perhaps it would keep him from punishing her for her earlier actions, and she had no love for Damien. However, she didn't particularly want to discuss her nights in the cabin in any sort of detail. She realized with a bit of anxiousness that she had now folded half of the papers; she would have to slow down if she wanted to have something to focus on while they spoke.

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The little blonde nodded and wiggled as he pulled his shirt off over his head, setting it in the grass next to him. Cool night air caressed his skin, but he wasn't cold. His body was hot and needy as he waited for Vin to start stretching him with those lovely digits of his.

"Mm!" he made a little close-mouthed whine as the man's finger finally breached his hole. It felt so fucking right, just like the other night when Vin had graced him with that slow, deep pleasure. When Vin would push inward, he would push his ass against Vin's hands, working his hips almost as though he wanted to fuck himself on Vin's fingers. He knew he might be getting carried away, but it was just so damn good, especially when the full finger was inside.

Just like the other night, his finger felt so big that if someone told him it was a cock, he might have believed it. "Vin... your finger feels so big, I bet your cock will feel amazing too," he panted, moaning as he felt a second finger start to join the party. Biting his lip, he continued to push back on Vin, wanting that second finger inside him as well to stretch his insides.

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Normally, Damien would have been the one to kiss her and let his tongue slip into her mouth, the lead in their dance of two. However, it seemed that tonight under the pale light of the full moon, Cora wanted him to follow for now. At the feeling of her slippery tongue across his lips, he opened his mouth and gently flicked his tongue against hers before having it retreat. It was as though he had left a open-mouthed invitation for her to come and do as she pleased.

He was a bit curious as to what she would do while simultaneously wondering if maybe he was reading her wrong and that she wanted him to be a bit more dominant. For now, he trusted that if she felt dissatisfied with his actions, she would help him find his way back to a place where she wanted him.

It also felt unfamiliar to not be the pursuer, the one who backed one into a corner before fucking them raw because they knew it was what they wanted in that moment. Right now, she felt so tender and warm, almost like she was telling him with every soft movement that she loved him and would take care of him. The feeling made his heart swell and he found himself feeling a bit weak. His hand that had previously been holding her arm went around her body to her back, slipping under her shirt so he could rub her back lovingly, like he assumed a husband might.

 

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The speed with which she folded those little papers was quite impressive. Kuznet found his eyes traveling down to watch her talented fingers once again as she spoke, and he listened to the inflection in her tone.

Most of what she was telling him he already knew. Jonathon and Francisco had already dug up most of these same rumors for him not long after Cora had left her apartment with the tall man. He wasn't here to find more rumors, however, nor was he interested in any juicy gossip. He wanted to know Damien, the man. What made him tick? What quirks in his personality could he exploit? What did he fear?

"And how did he treat you while you were in his cabin?"

No more dancing around the subject, it was time to know. His hand reaches out to pluck one of the flowers from her lap and bring it up under her chin, prompting her to lift her face and meet his cold blue eye. He stared at her steadily now, commanding that she look at him.
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Delvin was loving the way that he was responding to his touch, grinding himself back on his fingers like he simply couldn't get enough. His free hand wraps around to the front of Sabastians thigh and grips him gently, pulling him back onto his fingers just to add a little extra pleasure to the experience.

"Vin... your finger feels so big, I bet your cock will feel amazing too,"

"You think so, huh?" he hums, clearly turned on and pleased with how slutty Sabastian is acting.

"Well let's not get too far ahead. You might need a little more practice than just one night."

Even as he says this, however, he is already working a third finger, stretching him even further. He really was insanely tight, even with the alcohol likely helping to relax his muscles. Vin wasn't sure if he would be able to fit his whole cock into him tonight, but he imagined that he would be cumming quick just from the feeling of that tight ring encasing his mushroom head, nonetheless.
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A little tingle went up her back, feeling his tongue darting out to tease her own. It encouraged her and made her feel a little more confident, so she begins to deepen the kiss. She let's her lips part a little wider and her tongue slip into his mouth, seeking his own to feel him; taste him. He had the lingering after taste of the spices he had used to cook dinner with, and Cora smiled just a little, finding it very pleasing for some reason. Perhaps because it wasn't like in the movies where your lover was supposed to taste like bubblegum and cherries all the time, or in the case of men, something more masculine like mint. Although, she didn't think she would have cared all that much what he tasted like, because the fact of the matter was, the feeling of his warm breath mouth against her own, and his hot exhalations from his nose against her skin, was just about all the sensations she could drink in without feeling so lightheaded that she might faint.

The hand on her back, rubbing her so soothingly, brought her back down to earth a bit, reminding her to push the horniness aside for a minute and simply enjoy this moment in time with him. She didn't need to have sex or cum; she was so very satisfied with this, and how he was touching her.

Letting her own hand come down off his neck, she let's her fingers explore over his shoulder, gliding down his arm, and then to his stomach. Once there, she splays her fingers out and rubs him gently for a moment, then works her hand up under the cloth to feel his skin. She does the same thing here, for a moment, simply rubbing him gently, and then she moves her fingers up to her favorite part of his body-that big strong chest where she could feel his heart beating.

Her lips pull back from his own for a moment, merely a centimetre away, and she breathes deeply. Her eyes open slowly to look at him, trying to see his expression in the soft light, and then she kisses him once more as her fingers begin to softly stroke his skin and lightly graze over his nipples.

 

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Sayori almost scrunched up the flower she was folding when he asked her the question he had really been dying to know. She didn't want to look at him, but she felt that paper on her chin, tipping her face up like a lover might, though she knew that Kuznet had not an ounce of love in his heart. So intense was his gaze that her eyes had to dart away every now and then to keep her from becoming flustered to the point of of crying. Why did Kuznet, this big, evil man, end up being the one she talked to about this trauma of hers?

There was silence as she tried to find something to say. Her mind raced, the little woman becoming flustered as she didn't really know what to talk about regarding her time with that man. She hadn't fully processed it herself, so she blanked on what Kuznet wanted to know. "I- he- I mean, what is there to tell? He kidnapped me, raped me, and let me go after threatening me to keep my mouth shut." The woman's lip trembled slightly with shame, her eyes displaying that same emotion as she took one of her little breaks from his eyes.

She was telling the truth, but it was also true that she had many more details that Kuznet would likely find very interesting. Not that she was trying to hide things, per se, she simply was loath to talk about the first thing that came to mind- the sex with him. She didn't want to talk about how he had made her cum many times, that talented mouth, those persistent fingers. The way his seductive voice had whispered in her ear... Not even the chest of toys.

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Sabastian was just about to answer when his thoughts were derailed for a moment by that third finger. His little ass was being quite stretched, a mix of pain and pleasure that he found absolutely intoxicating. That boyish face of his was flushed, his breathing hard as though he had a fever. Though the only fever he had tonight was one of unadulterated lust.

When his head was clear enough for him to form words again, he looked back at Vin. "Wait, what? Vin? Come on, I can take it. Please? I want it so badly... I've been waiting for this..." He turned his puppy dog eyes up to full blast, giving Vin the sweetest, most pleading look he had given him to date. It seemed that even the moon was on his side, making the little man's eyes look shiny in the moonlight.

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The steely-eyed man was pleased that she had taken initiative and entered his mouth at his invitation. Her tongue was so sensual, moving around his mouth as though tasting him for the very first time. He had to admit that if she were trying to seduce him, he would count himself seduced. Though, it really seemed to be more than that. It seemed like she wasn't kissing to go somewhere, she was kissing to simply kiss and enjoy the moment and sensations that it brought with it.

To simply kiss for the fun of it wasn't something he really did. Whenever he had been borrowed by his mother's friends, the kissing had always led to something, as it did with women he had picked up. He had been shown that this was the way to do things and that kissing outside of sex was reserved for little kisses elsewhere than the lips, even though he never got the chance to do these little kisses very often before Cora. He had seen passionate make-out sessions, or romantic kisses on television, but that seemed whimsical and fantasy-based to him.

He loved it though, loved her sweet kiss and the feeling of her hand traveling his body. When she pulled away, he had a look of desire on his face, though it didn't burn hot with lust. Rather, it was one where it was clear he was starving for intimacy.

Damien melted into the kiss once more, still letting Cora take him by the hand in their little session. He felt her stroking his chest, the feeling of her marveling at his muscles making him a bit proud and certainly making him feel strong and attractive. Although when she passed her hand over his nipples, he shivered slightly. He didn't dislike the feeling, but his nipples weren't usually what women would go for.

 

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He let the flower down slowly, putting it back in her lap and letting her take her eyes away from his. It would get him nowhere if she succumbed to her anxiety and turned into a heaping little mess, so he gives her a moment of silence to collect herself before speaking again.

"I can tell that you are having a difficult time with this Sayori. However, I am not going to leave this room until I get what I came for."

He reaches up and pulls something out of his pocket then. A little white pill bottle with no visible markings on it. Opening the top, he shakes a single pill into his hand, and then holds it out to her.

"This will calm you. Make you a little drowsy, even, but don't worry-it's not a roofie. I want you to be awake and aware so that you can speak with me. Go on now, take it."

Once she has it in her hand, he puts the bottle away and then turns his attention back to her, his eyes going to hers once more.

"Now. I want to know exactly what happened Sayori. Not a summery. I want to know how he treated you, down to every last detail that you can remember. If you need to stop for a moment to collect yourself, I won't punish you."

He says that last bit with a little smirk, knowing that the little women was expecting some kind of pain or cruel treatment for her earlier actions with Quinton. Most would have called it bravery, but to him, it was merely a show of cowardice. Scared to lose the 'friend' that she thought she had gained.
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Those eyes had an immediate effect on him, hitting him full force with their intensity. He wanted to go slow and be careful, not to hurt his little man and make his first good experience with anal, anything less than perfect. But as he saw how pleading and, almost sad, that expression was, he couldn't help but melt. How could he say no to that face?

"We'll see" he says, though it's all but too clear by his tone that he has no intention of saying no.

With renewed effort, he begins to work those digits even further, getting all three in and then gently twisting them a few times as he thrusts them in and out. When he is ready to put a fourth in, knowing it's going to stretch him out like he's never been stretched before, he reaches down between his legs and begins to gently stroke his cock, distracting him a bit from the warm violation of that last digit.

"Is it uncomfortable?"

He had all four of his fingers in now, thrusting deep, but his cock was still going to be another matter all together. Briefly Vin wondered if he shouldn't have Sabastian try to fuck himself with one of his own tentacles first, although they weren't as girthy as his own cock, so ultimately he decided against it.
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She kissed him for some time, simply enjoying the way their mouths mingled and danced together, and the way his skin felt under her hand as she slowly explored every inch of his chest, never lingering in one spot for too long.

Not for the first time, she felt like a teenager again. Or, perhaps more accurately, she felt as if she were having the opportunity to experience things that she had missed out on. A women's body was so much softer and squishier, and although warm and comforting, it didn't turn her on in the way that a mans did. There was just something about those hard muscles and the sheer size difference that made her crave more.

Although she would have been more than happy to simply kiss him all night long, she was having a harder and harder time ignoring the fire that wanted to build up in her loins. She was still in no hurry to push things along, but she found herself wanting to feel more of his warm body, wanting to melt into his touch in the way that he was melting into hers.

Letting his lips go, she gives him a playful smile and then suddenly lays back on the ground away from him. Her hair splays out under her in soft little waves, and her shirt bunches up on her stomach a bit. She lets her legs move to either side of him, and she stares up at him with both passion and love, trying to entice him to come join her on the soft earth.

As she lays there, staring up at him, their other two companions are far from her thoughts. All there was was him in that moment.
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The woman looked at the pill in her hand, her expression unsure as she decided whether she was going to take it, or whether he was going to use alternative methods to get her to open up. He had said that he wouldn't punish her, but perhaps the pill itself was the trick, the punishment. She decided that if he said it was going to make things easier, she might as well take the pill. It was the safest option. Getting up, she walked over to the sink and popped the pill into her mouth, gathering up some water into her hands to better drink it down. Once that was done, she walked back over and took her seat again, wondering how quickly the pill would start working.

More quickly than she had anticipated, she started feeling more relaxed, her body's muscles relaxing from their previously tense states. It felt like she was able to breath more easily and that Kuznet wasn't quite so scary.

She took a deep breath and nodded, "alright. I'll try to start from the beginning. As you know, I ran a bar, and that I had a few drinks when I met him. He approached me and drank with me a bit, although I can't remember him drinking much at all. We talked about inconsequential stuff, just weather, the bar, how work was going. He let me do most of the talking. His eyes were... very attractive."

Sayori swallowed and hugged herself. Despite the pill, this was still somewhat difficult for her. "He offered to drive me home, and like the drunk fool that I was, I accepted. He turned on the radio and drove. I didn't notice we had driven into a forest until a bit later, having trusted him to get me home since I gave him my address. I asked him to turn around and take me back, but he locked the doors and told me that... we were going to have some fun. I couldn't get out, so I had to simply wait for us to pull into a parking lot.

From there, we pulled in and he unlocked the doors. When he got out, I made a break for it, but he was very fast. He picked me up and carried me, telling me that he couldn't have me running away before we made it to the cabin. He almost seemed very amused that I ran, as though it was cute, but not in a condescending way. I don't know how he was able to find the cabin so easily in the dark, but it seemed like he had walked that path in the dark many times before. He unlocked the place and then locked it behind him. There were... three locks, I think. Each different. The cabin looked crummy from the outside, but was very modern on the inside. I started crying and he assured me that after three nights, he would let me go."

The little woman fiddled with the edge of Quint's shirt. "He handcuffed me to a large Queen bed. Leather handcuffs that didn't hurt like metal handcuffs would have. He had a..." Sayori gulped, her cheeks flushing a bit. It was extremely awkward for her to recount this to Kuznet, the sexual aspects of her kidnapping. "it was a chest. Full of sex stuff. He um... he took a feather and used it to tease me, complimenting me on how- well, on how sexy he thought I was. After that, he got up and went to the kitchen, grabbing some whipped cream in a can and using it on my breasts and my..." She made a gesture as though she was saying "you know."

"He licked me, my breasts first and then down below. He was very good at it and I... I couldn't..." Her eyes started to tear up and she squeezed the edge of the shirt she was holding. She had cum for him, hard. Admitting that to Kuznet, after having been called a little whore by Niles was difficult. No doubt he agreed, those cold eyes not seeming like he was a very understanding sort.

"He forced an orgasm from me. He was seemingly very pleased with himself when he succeeded. Damien then asked me if I wanted to have him between my legs or in my mouth. I chose my mouth and he accepted my answer, not seeming disappointed. I tried to... Well, he was very big and my mouth is very small, so I wasn't very good at it. He uncuffed me and suggested I use my hands as well, and that turned out better. He didn't rush me, nor was he cruel or violent... just deluded. When he finally... you know, he cuffed me once more and left me there on the bed to sleep. I found it odd that he didn't sleep in the same bed; instead, moving to the couch and letting me take up the bed instead."

Sayori paused and sighed, feeling a bit drowsy as he had said. Getting up once more, she walked over to the sink and got her hands wet with cold water, patting her face with it to wake herself up a bit.

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"Mm... fuck..." he moaned as those digits twisted inside him. It was so erotic to be stretched and fucked by Vin's fingers, almost used like a fuck-hole for the man's digits. Being a little masochistic helped, the pain of being stretched making him shiver with need. The last digit being added caused him to pant raggedly, his eyes watering as he took more into his slutty ass.

"It's... a little uncomfortable... but it's so good too. Do you want me to try to stretch myself out a bit more? maybe put on a little show for you?" Sabastian asked raggedly, his arms wobbling a bit before he lowered his chest all the way into the grass to lay his head down. He wanted Vin inside him badly, and he didn't care if it hurt his body to do so. He could have been in agony and he would still have begged for Vin's cock. He didn't want to acknowledge that his body wasn't ready for something that size yet. Unlike the blowjob, he wasn't going to be able to count on his body simply taking Vin in.

It came back to bite him when Vin's fingers came out just a bit purple, the color of Sabastian's blood. So determined and lost to the high of having Vin finger him he was, that he hadn't been able to properly gauge just how much his body could take, despite his pain tolerance/masochism. "Vin..." he moaned, almost in a daze.

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He smiled and moved so that he was hovering above her, reaching down and stroking her cheek lovingly as he simply looked at her. In the moonlight she looked divine, a sweet nymph of the forest here to take him to the realm of faery, where he would blindly follow. His eyes traced her lips, her cute nose, those rosy cheeks, and those breathtaking eyes. Oh those eyes, how he loved them most of all.

"This will sound cheesy as hell, but you truly have the most beautiful eyes. I don't think I've ever seen a pair so entrancing," he murmured softly, leaning down to kiss and gently suck on her neck once more.

Once of his hands reached down and tried to push her shirt up all the way, but it kept wanting to go back down. When he realized this, he got up on his knees and used both hands to pull off her shirt, gently wiggling it off of her. He wanted access to more of her, more of her precious body. When the shirt was successfully off, he moved his mouth to her shoulder, kissing her in a slow-soft trail as his stubble tickled her slightly with its scratchiness.

 

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Kuznet simply sat there and watched her as she spoke, his eyes never leaving her little body. He believed everything she was telling him as it was easy for him to read her body language.

The more that she talked about this man, the one who had taken her, the more angry he became-although he didn't show it in any outward way. Instead, he let each detail of Sayori's own time with Damien sink deep into his mind and into the mental picture of what he imagined might have happened to Cora, to fuel his deep hatred of the grey eyed man. Had he taken his Cora as well? There had been a good two days where he simply could not track her down, and as a last resort, he had sent Niles and Jonathon to stay at Quinton's house, where he knew she would go eventually, while he sent the other idiots to her apartment to wait. Those fools had gotten the wrong apartment number, however, and while he was busy fixing their screw up, Damien had snuck into her apartment. Of course, at the time, he hadn't known who he was or where he had come from, so he had decided to wait and watch out of curiosity rather than outright kill him. Now, he was very glad he had waited, because now...he had the opportunity to do it with his own hands.

When Sayori comes back to sit on the chair, she will notice that the papers have been moved to the bed, next to Kuznets side. In his hand, he is holding the small red flower and gently twisting it around in slow circles. As she comes to sit back in the chair, he offers it up to her to take.

"Tell me, Sayori. During your stay with him, did you ever anger him? Or cause him to hurt you in some way? Or did he ever show any odd behaviors? Outside of the obvious, of course."
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At first Vin wasn't sure what he was looking at, as he wasn't used to seeing purple blood, and especially not under something as soft as moonlight. Though when he finally did figure out what it was, he completely stops what he is doing and takes his hand away from Sabastian's cock and instead moves it up to the little mans hip, gripping him tightly so that he can stop Sabastian from moving back any further.

"Sabastian," he says, making sure the little mans name on his tongue is clear and loud, so that he has his full attention.

"You're turning me on like crazy, but you're trying to push this too fast. Be good and let me control the pace, otherwise I'll stop this right now and I won't let you cum. Understand?"

His tone wasn't angry or disappointed, but it was much less lax than it had been. Vin wasn't about to let Sabastian beg, plead, or argue out of this if he wanted him to continue. Just to make sure the slutty little pirate was going to listen, however, Vin slowly his hand back and then flips the little blond back onto his back once more. He then spreads Sabastian's legs open and pushes his knees up towards his chest a bit before looking up at him.

"Hands behind your head again, and I need more lube."

Once his own hand is coated in the gooey substance once more, he begins to slowly work the little man once again, quickly building back up to four digits once more. This time, however, he gives his throbbing cock absolutely no attention. It was both a punishment and a reminder-be good or you're not going to get any relief.
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She smiles and laughs a little at his compliment, and just as she opens her mouth to try and make a remark of her own, she feels the ticklish, scratchy feeling of his stubble, followed by those soft lips, upon the warm flesh of her neck. It causes a little sigh of contentment to leave her own mouth and she closes her eyes momentarily until she feels him wanting to peel her shirt off. She sits up a bit to help him, and once it's off, she lays back down to better feel his soft attentions as he explores her body.

Each kiss sends a little zip of pleasure through her, and although she wanted badly to squirm and moan, and beg him for more, she didn't want to ruin the moment. Instead, she forces herself to be still, breath evenly, and just lightly caress his shoulder with her gentle touch as she waits to see what it is that he is wanting to do.

 

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With those delicate fingers, she takes the red flower he had offered, holding it in her hand and looking at its vibrant hue as she thought about his question. Looking up she answered, "no, he never hurt me, and I never managed to anger him. I treated him with loathing and yet he always seemed cheerful."

She paused and twirled the flower once or twice before looking as though something had occurred to her. "Actually, there might have been one time I almost made him angry. I said something to him about him being a pathetic man who would never have a woman truly want him. He didn't get angry, but he had a weird fidget. He tapped his finger on his leg, I think, and told me that if I kept saying things like that, I would become considerably less cute. There was something cold in his eyes when he said that, even though he still had a smile on his face. It made me wonder whether he might have been a sociopath."

There was silence, a silence that Sayori couldn't take, so she continued. "I'll um. I'll continue, I suppose."

When the morning came, I woke up to coffee, waffles, and bacon. He had set it on the bedside table and seemed to have uncuffed me while I was sleeping. Damien sat at a little table he had in the kitchen, away from me. It wasn't like he was disgusted by me... I don't know why he kept his distance. It was odd too that he always made sure that I had enough to eat and drink, making me dessert once too. He was a surprisingly good cook. I would have expected someone like him to simply have his staff cook for him or eat restaurant-cooked meals, but he seemed very experienced. He seemed to be pretty attentive in general, which threw me off a bit.

Anyway, he gloated a little bit about having made my body do what he wanted, and I said he was disgusting. He shrugged and chuckled, my words not seeming to bother him. I ate and then he approached me again. This time, he said that he was going to take me in my..." Sayori had to look away from Kuznet to finish her sentence. "my ass. I sobbed and begged for him not to, and I was really scared, and... he didn't. He had looked at me as though he was thinking it over, and then he agreed. I was a bit surprised that he didn't just force me. He said that if I changed my mind, he would make me feel pleasure like I hadn't felt before, but that until I came around, he would leave my backside alone. However, he leaned in and said that it didn't mean he wasn't going to-" Sayori swallowed hard and glanced at Kuznet before looking away. "fuck my little pussy until I screamed his name."

Her gaze returned to the General's, taking a stabilizing breath before continuing in an uncomfortable tone. "He handcuffed me again and touched me all over. He touched me like... I hadn't been touched before. It was as though he really knew what he was doing and could tell how to adapt to my body to best please me. It was like Officer Niles but different. He didn't want to hurt me, didn't get off on my pain." Sayori looked a bit nauseous for a moment as she remembered how Niles had touched her. She knew that Kuznet probably kept tabs on all his officers, so he likely knew what Niles had done, if not having directly watched through the camera.

"He seemed to like getting my body to..." Sayori made another "you know" sort of gesture with her hand before she continued. "It was like a badge of pride to him whenever he would make me... climax. He was arrogant and smug, completely convinced of his own prowess. So, he did that and then actually had sex with me, telling me how he really liked how sweet my voice was when he did things to me. We did that a few times before he was satisfied, then he suggested I take a shower. It was one of those stand-up ones with no bathtub. While I showered, he made me lunch and then he suggested I read or watch a movie while he baked the dessert in the kitchen.

I asked him why he didn't have a bathtub and he seemed a bit put-off by the question. I'm not sure why, but I thought I saw him purse his lips and frown before he gave me a cheerful response. He said he simply didn't like baths. It was weird. Anyway, we continued to simply coexist until after dinner and dessert. I watched a movie... Um, the Sound of Music, I believe. It was so odd to me that he almost seemed like he was pretending that it was just a vacation or something. I don't know... Anyway, when he was done in the kitchen, we had sex a few more times, sometimes with... other items involved, and then we had dinner and dessert and went to sleep in our own separate places again with me handcuffed once more. If you want me to expand on that, I can, but I don't think anything of note happened."

Sayori thought that the details of which sex toys and enhancers he used wasn't super relevant, so she left it out before continuing. "During the night, I thought he was asleep, so I tried to grab his pants with my foot because I thought maybe his keys were in there. I was about to reach it when I heard him tell me to get back into bed and to leave his pants alone. He didn't sound angry, just tired, like a parent telling their child to go back to sleep. I don't know how he woke up because I was very very quiet. He told me he was a light sleeper and that if I tried it again, he would have to cuff my ankles as well. Damien said he didn't want to, but he would have to if I was being naughty. Of course I didn't try again.

The next morning, I woke up to breakfast again, and also found out when I went to the bathroom that my period started that morning. I was relieved, and I was about to come out and tell him when I heard him on his phone. I think he was talking to someone from his company. I could have screamed... but I was a coward, and I knew he might hurt me if I did. He seemed happy to see me and asked how I was doing. I told him that I was on my period, and I assumed he would simply wait out the day or let me go home... Instead he got a cheerful grin on his face and leaned in close, telling me that he didn't mind one bit and that it would simply be extra lubrication... he said "not that you need it with how wet you get."

She shuddered and squirmed slightly in her chair, not liking the image she was giving Kuznet. "He laid down some plastic on the bed and then some what he called "throwaway sheets," and he had sex with me multiple times throughout the day, asking later if I changed my mind about my ass. I told him he he was still a disgusting, evil man, and he simply chuckled at me. I got cramps that last night and he gave me some pain meds for it, even making me tea for some reason. He said that type of tea eased the symptoms. He asked me if I needed anything else, grabbing me a pair of underwear and offering me a pad or a tampon. I accepted them and went to bed again, him going to the couch once more. Whenever he slept on the couch, he liked to curl up against the back of the couch."

"The next morning, we quietly ate breakfast and then he took me back to the car. He was a bit colder to me than he had been before, almost as though he was trying to distance himself from me. He drove me home and pulled up. He told me that if I ever told anyone about what happened, he would ruin me and everyone I loved. He then thanked me for what he called an amazing weekend, and drove off."

She sighed and looked up at him. "And that's the story."

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Why did he stop? Sabastian had let out a little whine when he felt Vin simply stop cold-turkey and remove his fingers from his ass and his hand from his cock. He wasn't sure why he Vin was doing this until the man's clear voice could be heard from behind him.

"You're turning me on like crazy, but you're trying to push this too fast. Be good and let me control the pace, otherwise I'll stop this right now and I won't let you cum. Understand?"

The little blonde was silent, processing what Vin had said. Did he feel like Sabastian wasn't ready for this? What made him think that? He wanted to argue, to plead his case, and he was about to do so before Vin flipped him onto his back again. "But Vin, I-" Though his tone had been serious enough, his eyes conveyed that he certainly wasn't going to take any back-talk from Sabastian this time. The big man would truly leave him high and dry if he didn't comply with that low, commanding voice. He shut his mouth and nodded submissively, letting out a sigh of as he conceded to Vin's demands.

"I understand."

He put his hands behind his head and clasped them again, dispensing some lube for Vin at his behest. While he was glad that Vin didn't stop fucking his tight hole with his fingers, he was painfully aware of the fact that his now throbbing cock was being neglected. There was zero chance that Vin simply forgot about it, so it was likely that it was to ensure that Sabastian was a good boy.

Sabastian wasn't going to let his punishment hang over him though, not when he already had those fingers inside. For that reason, he simply concentrated on them and moaned at the way they went deep and stretched him. It was hard for him to hold his knees up like that, so two of his tentacles came out and held his legs up against his chest like Vin had positioned him.

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His mouth kissed down to her collar bone and lingered before moving down further toward her breasts. He paused at the center of her chest, his large hands sliding up her taught stomach to slip up and over those two soft mounds, gently caressing them for a moment before he started to very gently fondle them, making sure to occasionally rub his palms against her nipples. His hands weren't rough like a man who had done hard labor, but soft and strong like someone who had lived a fairly pampered life.

"Mm..." he murmured, lifting his head and moving to her ear. The man kissed behind it from the bottom to the top before letting his tongue drag down and then back up that cute little ear of hers. His voice was soft and silky as he started to speak to her in a low whisper.

"Do you remember when I licked your belly button and you kicked me off the bed? I was so surprised. A lot of girls like to be licked there, you know, so it caught me off-guard. Your legs are pretty damn strong." The man chuckled and nipped her earlobe, recalling that memory with fondness. Sure it hurt like a bitch to fall back onto the bite, but he had to admit that she had guts to do something like that to him.

She had probably been afraid of him, and yet she was still able to summon up the courage and indignation to give him a good old-fashioned shove off his own bed. She was so strong-willed, the woman a mountain of strength that most men couldn't hope to scale unless she let them. He felt so privileged to be one of the men she had let get close to her, and his eyes appraised her with pride.

 

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Sayori had no idea what she had just done. Even if she hated the man, Sayori had basically just condemned Damien to hell on earth when Kuznet got his hands on him. Though she may not have realized it herself, every little action she had described to Kuznet gave the big man some insight into what Damien might have feared.

The officer had already come to the conclusion that he was one of those children that was not treated right by their parents, based on the information that his other officers had given him, but now, he had direct confirmation. The man was not a sociopath, as Sayori thought he was, and infact, the irony of that made him smile. Here he was, the true monster, sitting right in front of her, and yet she still thought that little mutt was in the same rank as him?

Still...the little doe eyed coward was rather cute. She might even make the perfect companion pet to his little Cora.

"Thank you Sayori. You did well."

He stood then, but before he turned away from her, he reaches out with one of his big bear hands and slowly runs a single knuckle along the line of her jaw, then up across her lips, before pulling his hand away completely and leaving her to the silence of her cell.

It would be sometime later, at least a few hours, but eventually she is visited again by Francisco. He punches in the code to her door, balancing a large tray of food on one hand as he does so. When he enters, he takes a slow look around at all the flowers.

"You've been busy" he says with a little smile, sitting the tray down on her bed.

"Here you are. Fresh fruit salad, instant mashed potatoes, which, in my opinion, are the best, and for protein we have some seared venison-freshly caught this morning. Now," he says, stepping back a bit to give her some room.

"Would you prefer we do our little experiment" he points to her shoulder.

"Before or after you eat? You made Kuznet very pleased, so he gave you a few extra liberties. Such as, wait for it,"

Francisco gets a bit of an excited look in his eyes, and perhaps if Sayori recognizes it, he almost looks like Quint when he does it. Or maybe, Quint looks like him. In either case, he opens up one of his pockets and pulls something out without letting her see what it is. He does, however, shake it in his hand to make a bit of a rattling sound.

"Ibuprofen!"
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There it was, that lovely little submission in his voice. Vin hummed pleasantly as he sighed and gave in, and became even more pleased as Sabastian let his tentacles come out to hold his legs up. He was getting more comfortable with them, little by little, and in return, so was Vin.

He went a bit slower now, with those thick digits, but he kept going at a steady pace, just taking his time with each sensual thrust and twist, enjoying the scene before him as Sabastian wiggled and moaned for him. The blush on that beautiful pale face was obvious, even in the dark of the night, and made him bend down to softly kiss that taught little tummy just as he thrusted in another centimetre.

It took some time, but eventually that tight little hole was taking his thick fingers with ease, and as he began to pick the pace up a bit, the lewd sounds of sex began to fill the air.

"Now," Delvin said, gently removing his hand and looking up through his legs to meet those jewel eyes.

"I think you're ready."

He got up onto his knees and then crawled over Sabastian's body, then reached up and pulled his hands from out behind his blond locks. One hand he kept in his own, and he moved it down to his belt as he locked eyes with his little man.

"Take it off" he says in that low, husky voice.
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His hands were so soft against her skin, and warm. That was one thing that she didn't think she would ever get tired of, how warm his hands were. None of the other men who had ever touched her had had such warm hands, and she wondered why that was. Whatever the reason was, though, she just knew that it made her sensitive skin feel so much better, to not have that irritating distraction of the cold taking away from the pleasure he could provide.

Cora kept her eyes closed as she listened to him talk, but a little coy smile came to her lips and it looked like she was trying hard not to laugh. It isn't until he bites her ear playfully that she opens her eyes, then turns her face to look at him, meeting his soft gaze.

"Oh I remember. It felt awful, and I was so mad at you that I didn't think, I just acted. Which, admittedly, was pretty stupid. If you were a lesser man you really could have hurt me."

She brings her hand up to stroke his cheek softly, the memory of it seeming humorous now, although at the time, she simply had had a certain level of detachment. Yea, she had been scared for her life and had wanted to avoid pain, but her fear really only went so deep. Even if he had been a real sociopath and had killed her, a small part of her, that she didn't want to acknowledge, kind of craved it. It would have been a release almost. But besides all that, she had her doubts as to if anyone could have tortured her in the same sick way that Kuznet had throughout her life.

She would have cried, begged, and pleaded not to be hurt...but in the end, she would have just been waiting for the experience to be over. She would have waited, because, she would have known it eventually would end. With Kuznet? Well, he was a doctor. If he were able, he would have given her immortality just to be able to keep playing his sick games. Since he couldn't do that, however, he had done the next best thing and absolutely pampered her after each time he had hurt her, making sure that she was at top health so that he could start it all over again.

"You liked it, didn't you?" she suddenly teases, her expression becoming playful as she slowly starts to pull her knees up underneath his stomach.

"I could do it again..."

 

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Sayori sighed with relief when he thanked her, glad that it was over and that she wouldn't be questioned further or pressed about things. As far as she was concerned, her dealings with Kuznet were over. Francisco would do the testing until Niles came back (hopefully not for a very long time), and Kuznet had heard the full story from her. Now he had no reason to visit her since Quint was gone. Well, unless he was needing another message for Damien, but that might not be for a long time too.

She almost had a little smile on her face until she felt his hand on her jaw. The little woman froze and paled, her heart beating quickly despite the anti-anxiety med. How easily would he have been able to break her jaw, she wondered. The girl looked up at him with unsure eyes, not knowing whether she should be afraid or not. The way he dragged his knuckle softly over her lips seemed almost intimate, but she assumed he was merely threatening her. To her, it seemed like a warning that told her, "keep being a good girl, and I won't have to hurt you." It didn't even occur to her that he might be considering keeping her rather than butchering the small woman and throwing her body into "the pit."

There was silence after he left, and she simply sat there for a while and ruminated on that little experience. He hadn't questioned her very much, nor did he ever look like he doubted what she said. How did he know she wasn't lying? In any case, it was over now.

Sayori replaced the chair next to the other and sat on the bed, the large man having left the rest of the construction paper for her. The paper was soon transformed into many colorful flowers that she spread around among the white ones. Her cell was starting to look very pretty, and she decided to simply lay on her bed, looking at the red flower in her hand as she let her mind wander. The med he gave her seemed to be a longer-lasting one, so she didn't even jump as Francisco opened the door, though she was still quick to sit up to see who had come.

Her eyes were wide as she saw the tray of food; it all looked very good and she found her mouth watering. She hadn't realized just how hungry she was until she smelled the venison. It felt like there was a hole in her stomach, and it almost hurt how much she wanted to simply consume everything before her. However, she pulled her eyes away with difficulty and looked to Francisco as he spoke.

She was surprised about the quality of food she was receiving. Earlier, it had been hearty stew, and before that it had simply been steamed carrots, potatoes, and a pre-packaged protein. Now not only was he giving her something sweet like fruit, but also fresh venison. It made her uneasy for some reason. It was odd being rewarded when he could just have easily reasoned that her reward was not being punished, and for him keeping her alive for longer. If he wanted to give her good food, she wouldn't refuse it though. To live down in a cell with no sunlight, she would need all the vitamin D she could get from her food.

The way Francisco was treating her was odd as well, the man actually getting excited for her being awarded some ibuprofen. She was under the impression that he didn't really care what happened to her, so the sudden display of emotion threw her off. She felt like she was on some bizarre reality show where the unexpected could happen at any moment. Sayori wanted to get excited too, seeing as his enthusiasm was as infectious as Quint's, but she didn't feel like it would be a good idea to get friendly with any of the officers.

Sayori was an open book as far as her face went, so it was clear that she was a bit bewildered and unsure. "Um... Let's do it first. I don't plan on having a repeat of what happened last time, but I don't want anything in my stomach while we do it." She picked up the tray and moved it to one of the chairs before returning to the bed, upon which she laid down. The woman reached back and pulled the shirt up past her shoulder for him before waiting for him to give her his belt or start in.

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He could only submit himself to the pleasure as Vin stuffed him with those talented fingers. It was a new sensation, having several things in his ass moving around in tandem, but he loved every second of it. The only shame was that his cock wasn't being stroked, the modest rod dribbling a bit of precum on his belly as he panted and moaned in that blissful haze.

When Vin finally stopped, he swallowed hard and looked at the man hopefully. He needed something, anything to help relieve the sexual tension he felt. He was so close, even without having been touched that it was almost painful.

His breath caught when he was told that he was ready, and his heart beat a mile a minute. He had been worried that Vin was going to deprive him of his cock tonight, having thought that they were moving too fast, but now he was overjoyed that Vin was still game; he felt such a powerful longing, a need to be claimed and to feel his strong hips rocking against him. His cock twitched and he arched his back slightly as Vin came to crawl over him, his nipples hard enough to cut diamonds.

"Take it off"

The way he said it almost made him cum right there, the little man panting with need as he looked into Vin's brown pools of lust.

He moved his hand to the man's belt as directed, undoing it deliberately before unbuttoning those pants. The zipper was brought down and then... he had to alternate sides to pull his boxers down his hips a bit, but he eventually pulled the boxers down the front, letting Vin's thick meat make its star appearance. That big thing was going to be inside him soon, and he knew that it would feel so right.

"Vin... I need it. Please." He didn't think he had ever needed anything more in his entire life, and both his tone and eyes reflected this.

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He had regretted being a little rough with the ankle-bar, but he didn't think he could ever have truly hurt her for doing such a thing. After all, it had been so nice to see her so spirited. It was as though she didn't care about who he was or where they were- all she knew was that he was doing something that felt terrible and she was going to make him stop.

Her soft hand on his cheek felt so nice, so affectionate. Damien sighed and closed his eyes as he leaned against her hand slightly, enjoying how soft it felt. His mother had never touched him like that; she typically liked gripping his chin, squeezing his shoulder, or putting her hand on the small of his back, none of which were comfortable gestures and usually didn't translate as loving or motherly.

"Mmm... Cora... You know I can't resist you when you shove me with those gorgeous, strong legs of yours. It just gets me going in all the right ways." He grinned and reached down, putting his hands on her knees before parting them and starting to softly rub her thighs. "Although, it's not as fun if I don't have a fresh bite-mark on my back. That's half the fun. Speaking of, it looks a lot better since you administered first aid to it. Why did you do that, by the way? I would have had to go to the doctor and that could have been your chance to escape or at least get me away for a while."

His eyes searched hers curiously, wondering what had been going through her mind at that point.

 

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The excited expression on his face shifts to one of just mild softness as she laid down on the bed. Before he came over to her, he looked down at his hand and unscrewed the bottle, then tossed a few pills into his palm.

"Here, why don't you take these first. The General gave you some kind of anxiety medication I see, but these shouldn't interfere with it. Then you won't have to put any new holes in my belt."

The last thing he says comes out in more of a teasing tone, as he doesn't seem to be angry that her little teeth had left marks in the leather.

"I free'd up some time for myself today, so we can give them a moment to kick in if you like. Maybe you can teach me how to make one of those pretty flowers while we wait."
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"Vin... I need it. Please."

He couldn't hold back any longer, especially not after those little fingers had just touched his throbbing meat, making it twitch and eliciting a ragged breath from his own lips. Moving down a bit, he grips his thick cock with his hand and then, just as slowly and with as much patience as he had exhibited with his hand, he begins to work his thick head through that tight little entrance.

"Fuck..." he grunts, having not even gotten past his elastic ring yet and already feeling a wave of pleasure wash through him. He has to force himself to stop for a moment, his cock still in his hand but his breathing heavy as he resists the urge to not just plunge in and fuck him silly. Vin was going to be able to do that very soon, but he needed to at least get himself in all the way and let the little mans body adjust to him first.

His light brown eyes turn back to that handsome face below him, and as he finally pushes himself deep inside, he descends upon him for a deep kiss, moaning into that warm, wet mouth as his whole body shivers with need and pleasure. With excruciating self control, he pulls his hips back slowly, and then pushes forward once more, until, finally, he feels himself bottom out in his warm depths.
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"Mmm... Cora... You know I can't resist you when you shove me with those gorgeous, strong legs of yours. It just gets me going in all the right ways."

She giggles a little, trying to get her leg up a bit more with the intention of putting her foot on his chest to tease him, but he stops her as he places those warm hands on her knees. When they then move down to her thighs, she finally squirms a little, momentarily loosing her self control as she lifts her hips up just by a hair and bites her lip.

"You know, you're very distracting when you do things like that..."

Her hazel eyes come back up to his face, smiling a little at the comment about his bite. She had noticed it as well earlier, when he had his shirt off and was dripping that cold water down his skin like a hot playboy shower. It would definitely be leaving a scar, but at least, not a big one.

"Why did you do that, by the way? I would have had to go to the doctor and that could have been your chance to escape or at least get me away for a while."

The little smile on her face slowly fades, and in an unconscious manner, she brings her arms up to her chest and covers herself slightly. Funnily enough, she doesn't fully cover her breasts though, but almost rather like she is just trying to cover a small part of herself. Maybe those pesky emotions that were so hard to deal with sometimes.

"I...I just didn't want you to die..." she says quietly, her eyes looking away momentarily, and then coming back to his chest. She then shakes her head slowly, back and forth.

"No, I couldn't escape. I already knew that. Even when I had the chance to hand cuff you, I didn't because I didn't want to be looking over my shoulder all the time. I mean, that's what I told myself at the time, but I was kind of lying to myself right then. I didn't want to hand cuff you because I had already started to like you, but I didn't want to acknowledge it yet.

No, before the handcuff though, I just didn't want you to get sick. Our mouths carry a lot of bacteria, and if you had ignored it, you really could have gotten sick and died without proper treatment. Despite what you were doing to me, I didn't think you deserved to die."

She starts to fidget with her fingernails, and then she says in a quiet voice, "I don't think anyone deserves to be killed..."

 

[Poprockz]

She thought about it and got up from the bed, pulling her shirt down to cover herself once more. They had all seen her naked here, but that didn’t mean she was simply going to flash them indiscriminately. She didn’t really feel bad at all for leaving little marks in his belt. After all, belts could easily be replaced, but in the moment it had hurt so much that she needed something.

The woman extended her hand and took the pills from him, going to the sink and drinking some water after she had put them in her mouth. He wouldn’t have to check her this time- there was no way she would skimp out on the pain meds for what he was going to do. She wasn’t sure whether she would be given the same treatment next time, so she would simply take what little comfort she could get.

When they were swallowed, she walked back over and sat on the bed, giving him enough room to sit down if he didn’t want to pull up a chair. Her eyes glanced up at him before she grabbed one of the flowers and unfolded it.

“Okay, I would be happy to show you how if you like. The flowers are a good pastime, I think. It soothes the mind by giving the hands something constructive to do. Besides, if I’m going to spend the rest of my life in this cell, I at least want have some beauty around me to remind me that things are not all dark. By the way... any news on how badly officer Niles is injured?” She tried to keep a hopeful look off her face, but it was clear that she was hoping he would say that Niles had his back broken and wouldn’t be out of the hospital for years.

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Sabastian was also having a hard time containing himself, the blonde having never felt something so utterly erotic and yet intimate at the same time. Vin was now pushing inside him, the two bodies intertwining in the most intimate of ways. based on the noises Vin was making, it seemed like he felt really good, which made Sabastian in turn feel a mixture of pride and longing. He wanted the man on top of him to be pleasured so well from his little ass, hoping that Vin would be as satisfied as he had been with past partners.

When Vin came down for a kiss, he eagerly accepted him, reaching up and caressing the man's face as they exchanged hot breathes and saliva. The big man hadn't restrained his hands again, so he assumed he had been given free reign... for now at least. He whimpered and kissed him back, cognizant of both Vin's talented tongue slipping over his own, and that rod having been pulled back and pushed back in to go even deeper.

It felt like Vin's thickness was rubbing slow and hard against his prostate, and it was almost unbearably pleasurable after he had been worked up so much once more. His legs shook as he tried to hold back, but he simply couldn't stop his body from careening head-first into an orgasm. The little man moaned helplessly into Vin's mouth as his hips bucked, his cock jumping slightly as several ropes of cum shot out onto the milky skin of his stomach.

That cock felt enormous inside him, likely to really stir up his insides once Vin really got going. It was almost like Vin had inserted an entirely new organ into his body, displacing some of his others. He couldn't wait for Vin to fuck him with reckless abandon, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold his voice back when he did.

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Damien simply looked at her with an unreadable expression. He was honestly a bit stunned at that kind heart beating within her chest. Despite what she had been through in her life, she was still of the opinion that everyone, no matter who they were or what they did, deserved mercy. He couldn't fathom having such a mindset. Personally, he believed that the human race was chalk-full of people who deserved to be put down, and he would have probably added himself to that list before he met her.

It wasn't as though he didn't deserve to die- he still believed he did for the things he had done, but now he had new purpose. He now lived to protect and care for Cora, that beautiful and kind-hearted woman who he adored above all others. Whether he deserved it or not, he would fight tooth and nail for his own right to live, if only because he wanted to be with her and make sure she was okay. Sure there was a bit of selfishness there too, a longing to keep in his arms someone who truly loved him, but he wanted to live as hers rather than for himself. He had lived for himself for far too long and it had only gotten him further down into the dark.

His expression melted a little and his eyes expressed his affection and admiration. "You have a lot of mercy in your heart, don't you?" One of his hands left her thigh to gently rest over her chest with his fingers splayed, simply feeling the way it beat within her.

"You never cease to amaze me with how kind you are. Though, I personally don't share your opinion. There are people in this world that live for the suffering of others, and those people deserve to die. That priest, for example. I don't feel an ounce of regret for what happened to him. I don't regret killing my father, nor my mother. I don't feel bad for killing those two men who were using Daphne, and I don't care about the man who was about to take you in the parking lot. I have a lot of blood on my hands, but I stand by each of those decisions and I wouldn't go back to change them." Damien looked assured, not a hint of indecision in his voice.

 

[Drobabes]

Francis chose to take the chair and sit in front of her rather than next to her. The little women was simply too precious and kind, and he couldn't save everyone.

"By the way... any news on how badly officer Niles is injured?"

He leans back in the chair and crosses his arms, seemingly enjoying the break he was being given from his duties as his whole body seems to relax quite a bit.

"I cannot tell you that. All I can say is that Quinton showed a great deal of restraint."

His eyes leave the paper in her hand and meet her gaze, and for a moment there is a pause as a silence fills the room. Francisco wondered if the little women before him knew just how strong the change had made Quint's body. Would she still look at him as human if she did?
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He began slowly, building up a steady rhythm of deep, sensual thrusts that left him groaning and having to break the kiss just to get some air, but soon enough he starts to work up to something more satisfying.

Vin could feel the evidence of Sabastian's lust on his stomach, having came for him so quickly. His own lust, and a bit of pride, showed in his eyes as he watched his lovers face, drinking in every detail and feeling his own orgasm building after having had to hold off for so long. He wouldn't let himself crash over just yet, however, not until he could feel Sabastian getting close again. Only when the little man grips him around the waist with those sexy little legs and moans his name out again, shaking with his own impending orgasm, will Vin allow himself to fuck him hard and fall over the edge with him.

"You're so fucking tight" he growls, bending down to kiss and lick his neck, then along his ear until he finds that soft little lobe and sucks it into his mouth, licking and chewing it gently before letting it go. He then makes a trail of kisses down his smooth chest, slowing his hips down to a sensual rhythm and he picks himself up a bit off the ground. Once he finds those hard little nubs, he begins to lavish them with his wet tongue, giving each one it's own attentions as he moves back and forth between the two.
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She couldn't really bring herself to look him in the eye, so instead she simply traces her finger along the top of his hand and listens to him as he speaks. She wasn't really sure if it was mercy that she had, or simply a strange sort of acceptance of the way that things were.

"...I have a lot of blood on my hands, but I stand by each of those decisions and I wouldn't go back to change them."

Cora still didn't meet his gaze, but she nodded in understanding, feeling just a little small laying there underneath him and tracing the outline of his hand in a bit of a nervous pattern.

"I understand. I know that sometimes...things, people, have to be stopped. I'm not blind to that part of it. And if the world were perfect, those dangerous people could either be changed for the better, or put away someplace where they could never hurt anyone again. But the world isn't perfect, so sometimes things have to be done to cause change. But...I just don't...think that anyone is any more deserving of anything more than anyone else. The universe just is. It doesn't care about fairness because it doesn't have a concept of it, so people are how they are."

Her face turns away and her eyes stare out across the lake, taking in the shimmering moonlight. A little sigh leaves her lips and she lays her hand down over his, momentarily stopping her tracing.

"My morals are ass backwards-just take it with a grain of salt."

 

[Poprockz]

"So that was restraint..." She thought about it as she looked at the flat sheet of paper, her finger tracing over where the ingrained fold lines cris-crossed the colorful sheet. There had been a definite crack, and his leg had been snapped like a twig. To do something like that required a tremendous amount of force, so if Quint was going easy on him, then it was likely that he was capable of much more than that. He had punched through a thick, cement, prison-cell wall too, after all, so there was no question that Quint was very strong.

"If that is the case, then perhaps Quint's body has simply caught up with his heart." She said simply before shrugging. With that, she leaned forward a bit and held out the paper to him before taking another flower and unwrapping it as well. The fact that it sounded like Niles wasn't in too bad a shape put a little dread in the back of her mind, but she would have plenty of time to worry about that man later when she was alone, or as alone as someone could be with a camera constantly trained on them with who knows who watching.

The little woman wasn't bothered by Quint's strength. Quint was a gentle, good-humored man who would only use such strength to protect, whether that protection meant causing pain to save pain, or whether it meant making sure that his sister somewhere out there remained safe.

"Okay, so. You start by folding it here, and then you move this part here. You then flip it over and..." Sayori went into her little class, starting to show him how to fold it properly. As always, her hands were very graceful, folding the paper perfectly once again.

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Sabastian let his head relax back when Vin had his fill of his lips, the little man trying to make up for lost air and the air he would need in order to breathe through this ecstasy. His eyes closed, those blonde lashes alighting upon his cheeks as softly as a butterfly might. For now he would inadvertently hide his jeweled eyes from Vin in favor of feeling every little centimeter that Vin's thick meat travelled in his wanting ass.

"You're so fucking big... and thick... and hot..." Sabastian moaned, whimpering and whining with pleasure as the man rolled his hips at that controlled pace. His tentacles had still been restraining his legs until now, but he let them go, simply letting his feet down onto the ground for his toes to curl into the cool grass. He couldn't prevent his knees from hugging Vin's hips once more, the pleasure simply too great to police his actions very well.

That hot mouth on his warm skin felt amazing, his cock twitching when he sucked on his sensitive ear. However, when Vin went for his nipples, he moaned raggedly and his legs made their way around Vin's hips to lock in the back. One of his hands reached down and ran his fingers through Vin's black hair until he was at the back of the man's head, almost holding him to his chest, though there wasn't any force applied. He simply wanted Vin to know that his mouth felt heavenly.

"Mm... Your tongue... not fair..." he was able to get out between his gasps and moans, his other hand gripping the grass as if he were trying to hold onto it for support. Each flick or rub of Vin's tongue sent a surge of pleasure down to his cock, the hard member drooling with precum once more. He was starting to completely lose himself in the haze of bliss, his moans picking up in volume slightly.

If this was what sex was like, then he wanted to be bent over 24/7.

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"Hm. I've never had questionable morals myself, so I wouldn't know." He tried to keep a straight face while saying this, but eventually a little smile cracked through. "I think I get what you mean though. The world isn't "evil and good" "right or wrong." It's what you make of it, and the world often is much more complicated than any blanket statement. Like the whole "Justice is blind" thing. It really shouldn't be because there are most always extenuating circumstances."

Damien leaned down and kissed the hand that was resting on his. "Wherever your moral code came from, I'm glad that it led to you accepting me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known what it was like to hear a woman say "I love you" and mean it. I wouldn't have known the feeling of someone's arms around me while I bared my soul, and I wouldn't have known the joy of seeing you smile from your lips to those beautiful eyes of yours." He kissed her on the cheek before reaching up, turning her face to look at him before softly kissing her lips, taking the lead this time, but also maintaining that soft, intimate feeling between them.

While he would always have a fiery passion for her, there was something else there too. It was soft, heavy, and full of a warmth he had never known. It was the type of feeling where he could simply hold her in his arms and lay with her for hours, simply breathing and enjoying each other's warmth. He would have to find her a ring, something beautiful that he could give to her while on one knee.

 

[Drobabes]

"If that is the case, then perhaps Quint's body has simply caught up with his heart."

This elicits a smile, and then a chuckle from the older man. He then sits himself up a bit and takes piece of paper from the pile, then tries to copy the little women's movements. However, his bigger hands were not nimble or quick, and although steady, they were beginning to show signs of arthritis in his swollen knuckles. By the time she is done with her little lesson, Sayori is sitting on the bed holding a beautiful flower, and Francisco is holding...well, it was brightly colored, whatever it was.

"Well. It was worth a shot anyway."

He unfolds the paper and tries to wipe the creases out of it before handing it back to her, and his eyes meet hers once again.

"You are very brave Ms. Sayori," he says, his tone dropping down in volume and becoming quite serious for a moment.

"I hope that the General doesn't break you."

His eyes, which had been looking into her own with a very steady intensity, suddenly lighten up as the corners of them crease with a friendly grin.

"I want to keep rubbing it in Niles spoiled bratty face that I'm the one that get's to spend recess with you now."

Almost as if on cue, Sayori would hear Francisco's radio click on, and then the sound of Niles voice would come over.

"Fran."

"Speak of the little devil..." he says, his voice full of annoyance as he reaches down and pulls the radio out from his belt and brings it up to his mouth. Before he answers the twisted officer, he puts a finger up to his lips and gives Sayori a clear "stay quiet" gesture.

"Hey buddy, how you feeling? Awake already? Man, Ray must have given you the good shit. I bet you slept like a little baby, huh?"

"Fran, shut up. I need something."

Francisco seems to sit up a little straighter in his chair, his posture becoming almost excited.

"Oh baby, I thought you'd never ask. You know I wanted to make it up to you anyway for not being able to come read to you last night. I even had the perfect bedtime story picked out-it's about this little robot that thinks he's as big the Eiffel Tower, but he's actually only about as big as my dick, which you know, isn't saying much! Hahaha!"

He let's a loud bark of a laugh go over the line before he let's his finger off the button so that Niles can answer. His laughter dies off immediately, and with a little twinkle in his eyes, he meets Sayori's gaze and holds his hand up in a closed fist. He then begins to let his fingers loose in a counting gesture, starting with one, then two, three...

Click.

"FRANCISCO YOU POMPOUS MOTHERFUCKER! SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN!"

Click.
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Click.

"Where did you move Quint to?"

The humor slowly fades off of his face and it takes him a moment to answer the other officer.

"Can't tell you that sweet cheeks" he says with cheer, though the expression on his face is grim.

"Fran...tell me...where you put him. I have something I need to discuss with him."

"Is it a message from the General?...Niles? Niles!"

Click.

"Goddamnit."

He stands then and starts to make his way towards the door, the radio still in his hand. He only turns around briefly to to point at the tray of food and gesturing for Sayori to eat after he leaves.

Click.

"Ray, is Niles still in his room?"

Whatever the General answers with next gets muffled by the sound of the door shutting and being locked, but the expression on Francisco's face before he turns and starts walking away is one of relief.
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"Mm... Your tongue... not fair..."

Vin let go of his nipple with a little pop, admiring the way it glistened with moisture and stood at attention, as if it simply couldn't wait for his lips to descend upon it once again. Looking up at Sabastian with a little grin, he gives him a bit of a harder thrust as he answers with "you think so? You want me to stop little man? Or do you want it harder?"

He let's his hips pick a boost of speed, loving the way that Sabastian had wrapped his legs around his waist. With all the lubrication he had used to prepare him, his cock moved easily in and out of that tight little hole, adding slick sounds to the little mans moans. He wasn't worried about their companions hearing them, as he was pretty sure they were far enough away, but in that moment he didn't think he would care much even if they did hear. The way that Sabastian was writhing under his hot body was driving him wild, and he wasn't about to let social etiquette dampen his mood.

Reaching up, he takes Sabastian's hand from out of his hair and weaves his own fingers through his pale ones. He then moves their hands up above his blond locks and presses it into the ground slightly as he thrusts his hips as deep as he can, pinning the little blond down and grinding against him slowly. From this position, Sabastian's smaller cock was sandwiched between the two men's stomachs, the mixture of cum and precum adding lubrication to their warm flesh.

"Are you going to cum again, little man?" Vin growls in his ear, following it up with a slow lick.
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"Hm. I've never had questionable morals myself, so I wouldn't know."

That finally gets her attention. Her eyes open a little wide, as if she is shocked by what he has just said, but then her expression quickly changes to humor as she cracks a smile herself and laughs a little. When he next spoke, she simply listened quietly, feeling that familiar little flutter in her chest that she come to recognize as something that only ever happened when he was near her.

His lips on hers were so soft, even as he was taking the lead more. She felt desire building in her loins once more, and this time, it was much harder to fight it as his caresses were simply too tempting. As she parts her lips, inviting him to deepen the kiss, her hands move to his hips so that her thumbs can massage his warm skin just above his belt. A little whimper of need escapes her self control, and her knees come up to hug his waist.