Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Poprockz]

The way Francisco looked at her, it was as though he was starting to be more honest with her. Previously, he had been cold and distant, but now it seemed as though he had changed his mind in some way and at least showed her more of his personality.

"You are very brave Ms. Sayori... I hope that the General doesn't break you."

His face was serious now, and she thought to herself that he had probably seen many people be crushed under the weight of Kuznet's heel, ground into the floor like ants. She wasn't like Quint with that unbreakable attitude, able to forge on day after day no matter the horrors. Sayori had resigned herself to try to get through it, but she was not naïve enough to think that she was impervious to Kuznet's wickedness.

"I hope so too," she responded simply, not making any promises, but not giving up on herself either. She would do her best to stay away from the General all she could, and comply when he wanted her to do another experiment, or if he asked her for more information. He already considered her to be livestock, so she doubted that he would deign to waste any more of his time than necessary with her.

The seriousness of their conversation was lifted though, as Francisco began to speak with Niles over the walkie-talkies. He was remarkably similar to Quint, and she wondered if he was where Quint got a lot of his humor from. She stayed quiet, though she had a smile on her face as he teased the other officer. The woman had to put her hands over her mouth as she giggled, keeping quiet as her shoulders moved slightly and her eyes crinkled with mirth. She also thought it was a bit funny and cute how he was called "Fran" as though he was a cute little old lady.

When the officer asked about Quint though, she also felt a bit on edge. It was obvious he was angry and wanted to get back at him for ruining his fun. For that reason, she was relieved when Francisco didn't tell him. It seemed as though Kuznet didn't want Niles to find Quint either, based on the confidence with which he replied, and the fact that he radioed the General himself to ask about Niles.

It also looked as though Niles was in his room by the way Francisco looked relieved, even though she didn't really get any verbal confirmation of this.

After the officer was gone, she looked at her food. He had indicated that she should eat, probably because he was going to be gone for a while. Hopefully the ibuprofen would still be working when he came back.

She moved over to the other chair and took her tray to the bed, hungrily and excitedly eyeing all the food. The woman started with the potatoes, thinking that they would be gentlest on her stomach first. Sayori couldn't believe how good they were, spooning them into her mouth and sighing with contentment every now and then. She then ate the venison, and finally the fruit. The fruit was delicious and she couldn't help but want to savor it, eating it slowly and closing her eyes every now and then to really enjoy the flavors. The simple pleasures were all she had these days.

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"Ah!" The little man gasped in surprise as Vin gave him that playfully hard thrust, his legs squeezing Vin slightly as he did so. Afterward, he barely registered Vin's words, but was able to breathlessly reply, "harder..."

The faster pace Vin launched into made Sabastian moan and squirm, his boyish moans loud and unrestrained. He didn't think he could restrain them even if he wasn't out of his mind with pleasure. Perhaps later he would look back and blush with embarrassment at the thought of him acting so slutty underneath Vin, but for now all he could do was react to each sensation. Every part of his body was singing, and yet he hadn't even reached the peak yet. It boggled his mind that anything could get so close to the feeling of cumming without actually being an orgasm.

Vin's slower, sensual thrusts might have been intended to give him a break, but they did anything but. The depth his cock went to and the way it slowly rubbed against all his sensitive spots made Sabastian tremble, the little man starting to lose control of his body to the orgasm that was slowly building. He could feel that it was going to be a big one, and that only Vin could decide when he would get it.

He adored having his hand pinned with Vin's fingers locking with his, his other arm moving up near his pinned hand so that both his arms were above his head. Part of him almost wished he could stave off his orgasm to simply keep the big man pressed up against him with that big cock pumping inside.

"Are you going to cum again, little man?"

He shuddered, that voice and tongue making him whimper. "God, yes! Vin, make me cum, please! Cum inside me, fill me up... Vin..." He moaned, squeezing him just a little tighter around his hips, though not enough to hurt him. Even in the throes of bliss, he was still subconsciously making sure that Vin wasn't hurt by his actions. His face was desperate and lewd, his cheeks red as his eyes watered from the intensity of what his body was feeling.

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Damien deepened the kiss as they both desired, closing his eyes as he simply tasted and caressed her tongue. Though, he groaned slightly when he felt her legs hug him like that as though she wanted him inside, prompting him to put gentle pressure on her crotch by rubbing his groin slowly but insistently between her legs. The fact that she wanted him enough to whimper was one of the most sexy things he could think of: to be desired by Cora was so arousing, his body responding strongly to the thought of that lovely woman craving him. There had been women that wanted him before, but their eyes had been selfish and had only wanted to have him rather than be with him.

"I wish you could stay..." they would say, their greedy hands lingering on his body. He had simply smiled and moved away, dressing and going back to the mansion where his mother would either approve or disapprove of how he had done. The least he could do was repay her for raising such a troublesome child like him, she would say.

Cora had seen his ugliness and yet she still wanted all of him, even the unpolished parts. There was still part of him waiting for the other shoe to drop, but he wanted to let himself get lost in her love for now, to soak it up all he could so he could remember its warmth if she ever chose to take it away.

He pulled back from her lips and smiled, moving his thumb so he could trace it upon her delicious lips. His steely eyes found hers, full of a soft, slow-burning desire. "I want to have you right now, but I don't want them to walk in on us..." Damien mused for a moment, glancing over his shoulder before getting a little smirk on his face. "Perhaps we should get into the sleeping bag? I could spoon you from behind..." His look was suggestive, insinuating that he might have more than spooning planned underneath the obscuration of the sleeping bag.

 

[Drobabes]

It would be some hours before anyone returns to visit the little lady in her cell. This time, instead of Francisco's easy going self, The General himself has come to pay her a visit once more.

He has his usual calm demeanor as he enters, giving her a polite smile. In his hand he is carrying a large black briefcase, which he sits upon a chair and opens slowly. Inside, there are a few interesting items-a small set of watercolor paints, a few varieties of paintbrushes, some cotton which almost looks to be a sweatshirt, and, strapped to the top of the briefcase, a variety of medical supplies. Amongst the supplies are a variety of tools, such as needles and scalpels, and another one of the dark vials that Francisco had used before.

"Undress and lay down on the bed Sayori."
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"God, yes! Vin, make me cum, please! Cum inside me, fill me up... Vin..."

He couldn't hold himself back any longer. With a primal growl of pleasure, he pulls his cock back almost all the way out, only to roughly plunge himself back in to the hilt once more. Using the strength in his hips, he then begins to work himself up into a much faster rhythm, pounding into that cute little ass with abandon and filling the air with those slick, lewd sounds. His breathing begins to pick up to match his pace and very quickly he can feel his own orgasm building, being spurred on by the feeling of that tight ring squeezing his thick girth with so much pressure.

"Bastian, fuck!" he pants raggedly in his ear, his hand momentarily squeezing the little blonds with almost a painful grip as his cock begins to let loose with hot spurts of creamy white cum. That plush little ass felt as if he were literally milking him, his much smaller legs wrapped around his hips and back, holding him there until he has no more to give.

Vin keeps thrusting through his orgasm, the pleasure of it just too intense not to, and it isn't until his cock completely stops jumping that he finally begins to take in more even, although albeit still a bit ragged, breaths. After another moment of catching his breath, Vin releases his hand to wrap it under the little blonds back, and in one smooth motion, he rolls them both over that Sabastian is now lying on top of him with his much thicker cock still buried deep inside that wanting little hole. He lays there, gently stroking his back and just enjoying how cool the ground feels against his hot skin and the lovely afterglow of having such an intense orgasm and session.
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That whimper turned into a little whine of need as he pressed against her, the feeling of his large bulge rubbing against her sex through the fabric of their clothing sending a hot flash of desire through her. He barely had to do anything to get her hot and bothered it seemed, sometimes even just the look in his eyes making her heart race. Such as right now, those liquid pools of grey drinking her up and making her want to simply squirm until he made her say his name once again.

"Perhaps we should get into the sleeping bag? I could spoon you from behind..."

She hadn't noticed that her hands had started to work themselves up under his shirt, tracing his sides and gripping his love handles with a little more firmness until he had turned to look over his shoulder. She loosened her grip on him, instead choosing to reach up to his collar so that her nimble fingers could start to unbutton his shirt.

"Do naughty things to me under the blanket? That's so risky," she teases, her lips pulling up into a grin before gently kissing his thumb.

"You'll have to go easy on me, you know I can't stay quiet."

 

[Poprockz]

Sayori had been waiting for Francisco to come back, fiddling with her red flower while thinking about how Quint must be doing. He was in bad shape when she last saw him, looking as though he had been beaten up by Kuznet. She hadn't seen the bruised handprints nor the stained back of his jeans, so she didn't know what had really happened. All she knew was that Kuznet had treated him very roughly in exacting his punishment, and that Quint

When she heard the familiar opening of the door, she looked up excitedly, though the brightness of her expression dimmed immediately when she saw that it wasn't that cheerful man she had giggled with before, but Kuznet himself. She cleared her throat and her expression became more nervous and wary, the little woman not having expected to see him again so soon. It had probably been hours, so Francisco had to have been done chocking on Niles, and he had even freed up some time for her. For this reason, she was a bit bewildered that Kuznet had come to complete the task of reapplying the ooze. He may have been a field medic as Francisco had said, but those big hands of his didn't look particularly delicate.

The little woman's eyes were drawn to the briefcase, watching as he opened it up and displayed its contents. Why did he have watercolor paints? She wondered if perhaps he was bringing those for her, or maybe another prisoner in another cell. Or maybe it was for Niles. He seemed to enjoy painting with blood, but he could very well have an artistic side to him hidden under his sadism.

"Undress and lay down on the bed Sayori."

She nodded and turned away from him, reaching down and pulling the shirt up and over her head to hold in a little ball over her chest. The woman then laid down on her stomach, her smaller breasts pushed into the bed and the shirt brought up near her face in preparation of possibly having to bite down on it. The whip cuts were still on her back, though it seemed as though their healing had been accelerated. Now, they weren't swollen anymore, starting to close up under the goo. Sayori simply laid there, waiting for him to begin. She wasn't feeling particularly talkative since talking about such awkward things like having whipped cream licked off of her body, so her eyes occupied themselves by looking over the paintbrushes and that cotton cloth.

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Sabastian's moans grew loud, the little man being unable to contain himself as Vin slammed his cock into him time after time. This was all he wanted- Vin to be on top of him, pounding him hard like he wanted to put all his strength into making that little ass cum for him. He was Vin's, pinned to the ground by the big man's body, the man panting with lust and physical exertion. And God did it feel good. Each stroke was immeasurably divine, making the man completely consumed by the feeling of that thick cock.

"Bastian, fuck!"

Never having had an anal orgasm, he was unprepared for just how intense it would be. When Vin finally came in his ass, his entire body shook and he squeezed Vin against him. The squeeze of his legs was strong enough that had Vin wanted to pull out or get away, he would be powerless to do so. Sabastian had no intention of letting him pull back until every last drop was spent, wanting to be filled as much as possible by Vin's seed. The fact that Vin kept thrusting only made it more intense, Sabastian letting out a ragged moan as he came all over his stomach again, a pool of cum now on his abs, dripping slowly down the sides of his torso. It was so strong that he actually saw stars for a minute, the man dizzy with bliss before it slowly subsided.

He sighed after Vin rolled them, the little man simply letting himself be draped over Vin's large body while he came down from that high. To prevent his legs going under Vin, he unlocked them and simply let them hang over Vin's sides, the little blonde's face nestling against the man's chest near his neck. His ass was still spasming slightly, but that glorious orgasm was now letting the soft aftershocks flow through him. Letting his hand come up slightly, he traced his finger along the tattoo of Vin's chest.

"Shit... that was... that was... well, fuck. I don't even have words," Sabastian murmured, almost in a daze.

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"Hm..." He looked at her with an amused smile, as though he was considering whether he was actually going to take it soft, or give her a hard thrust every now and then and risk them hearing her pleasure. In truth, he just wanted to tease her, fully intending on taking it fairly slow. When the time came and he needed to speed up, he would simply need to cover her mouth to keep their little naughty secret.

"Alright then, I'll make sure to go easy on you. After all, while I don't mind them hearing you moaning your praise, I doubt you'd enjoy that very much." He smirked, that cocky attitude making a reappearance. Damien started working his way from the bottom of his shirt until they met in the middle, the man gently capturing her hands in his own larger ones and raising them to his lips for a kiss. His eyes remained locked with hers as he did so, soon taking her hands and moving them downward. He guided them so that her soft fingers started at the bottom of his neck and softly dragged over his muscled chest, down his abs, and to his belt.

He groaned softly at the proximity, his cock twitching at the idea of her hands undoing his pants and stroking him. Releasing her hands, he shrugged off his shirt and tossed it nearby. With that, he reached back a bit so he could pull the blanket up over them, still facing her for now.

His smirk turned a bit more playful and he leaned forward, whispering with a hot breath against her ear, "you know, if you're going to have trouble staying quiet, I could always grab a pair of panties that totally are not yours and gag you with them..."

 

[Drobabes]

He chooses just two tools for the moment, before turning and starting on the wound on her shoulder, his large hand laying down across the bottom of her neck and practically being able to cover almost a third of her back. The size difference between the two was just not fair, and Kuznet knew that if he wanted to, he could easily inflict quite a bit of damage to the little women.

The pain is greatly diminished, whether from the medication or Kuznets skills, or a combination of both. He works with patience, but speed, quickly 'cleaning' the burn and applying a new layer, then just as quickly working on the wound on her ass, which he takes a mental note that is healing much faster than he expected. That was valuable knowledge to have, really. Perhaps he would use that on that little street mutt once they brought him in.

Keeping his back turned to her, takes hold of her hand and quickly does away with the old layer, but before he applies more of the healing liquid, he dabs at the wound with a fresh piece of cloth and then inspects the bone.

"It seems that the bone is repairing itself" he says quietly, more talking to himself than Sayori. He then finally applies a new layer of liquid before letting her hand fall back down. All in all, it takes him a little less than five minutes to complete the work.

After her stands, he cleans his tools with an alcohol wipe and then returns them to the suitcase before moving it off of the chair and gesturing for her to take a seat there. It seems he wasn't done with his little visit just yet.
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Vin let out a little chuckle and then wrapped his arms around Sabastian to hug him close for a moment as he lifted his head to lay a tender kiss upon those soft blond locks. He could feel the way that Sabastian's body was still shivering with pleasure, the little aftershocks squeezing his cock causing him to stay hard for longer than he normally would. Not that he minded-if it were up to him, he would lay there all night with his girth shoved deep into that tight little hole, not letting a single drop of his cum spill out.

"Mm" he hums pleasantly, letting his head drop back down to the cool grass. After a moment more of simply enjoying his warm weight atop him, he moves his hand to his soft face, stroking his cheek and then tilting his face up towards him so that he could give him a lingering kiss.

"So," he says, his grin becoming toothy.

"I take it that means I did a good job?"

There was cockiness in that question, but also a real sense of seeking approval. Vin liked being the one in control, being the one to call most of the shots in the bedroom, but he wasn't simply a simple man. He had layers, and despite how many times he was told that he was a good lover, there was still that little part of him that just needed to hear it. Especially when he had been tasked with giving someone their first real taste of what good sex was like, and even more importantly, because it was Sabastian.
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"After all, while I don't mind them hearing you moaning your praise, I doubt you'd enjoy that very much.."

"No, I wouldn't" she says with a little scowl, giving him that pouty look of disapproval before she cracks and smiles.

When his hands capture hers and then bring them to her chest, she can't seem to keep her eyes on his anymore, as they immediately go to his skin, watching her own fingers travel over those hard muscles. His skin was a bit paler, but the difference between them only added to her attraction to the strong man and she liked that he took his time moving her hands.

As he shrugged his shirt off, she took the moment to simply feel the way his muscles moved under her fingers before she let those same nimble fingers quickly unclasp his belt and unbutton his pants, slowly pulling his zipper down as her breathe picks up.

"you know, if you're going to have trouble staying quiet, I could always grab a pair of panties that totally are not yours and gag you with them..."

She shivers at the feeling of his breath against her skin, so close to her neck once more. What he had to say made her smile, but he wasn't the only one who could play that teasing game. Pulling the elastic of his boxers towards her, she lets one of her hands slip inside so that she can gently grip his throbbing member, loving how big it feels under the touch of her small hand. Turning her face a little, she lets out a hot breath against his neck and whispers, "I would much rather you gag me with your own hand...then I can remind you how talented my tongue is..."


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Sayori was surprised that she was only made to wince once or twice. He was surprisingly skilled at what he did, doing even better than Francisco at reapplying the ooze. She didn't even get the rolling of her stomach when he was working on her ass. Once he was done, she let out a sigh of relief and sat up, putting Quint's shirt back on to cover herself in his presence. Kuznet had seen her naked body before, but she didn't like how vulnerable it made her feel to be unclothed in his presence.

She did find it interesting that he had mentioned that her bone was regrowing. That seemed crazy, and yet... when she looked at her finger she couldn't deny that that very slowly it was starting to get a bit longer. The woman fully expected Kuznet to leave at this point, but he seemed to want her to move to one of the chairs instead.

Getting up, she did as he "suggested," sitting down in the chair nervously and fidgeting slightly. "I haven't remembered anything new about my time in the cabin. I... I think I told you all the relevant details," she said hesitantly, wondering if this was a round 2 of her questioning regarding Damien.

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Vin's warm arms felt so nice wrapped around him, the little man feeling completely safe and comfortable in Vin's embrace. The night air was starting to cool down a bit, so he liked that Vin was offering some gentle warmth. Besides that, the gentle rise and fall of Vin's chest felt like he was being rocked slightly, his own breathing starting to sync up to his. He felt Vin's lips press against his hair and he simply basked in Vin's love. This was what love was like, wasn't it? He was pretty sure.

Sabastian looked at the big man with adoration after their sweet kiss, his crystal eyes looking into Vin's as he spoke. "You could have warned me that you were a goddamn sex wizard, you know. I was completely unprepared for how awesome that felt. Like fuck." He chuckled softly and grinned, kissing Vin's chest softly and resting his chin against his skin once more.

He truly meant it, thinking to himself that Vin seemed to know exactly what to do to drive Sabastian wild. Sex with the father had been disgusting even though he had cum, but that orgasm was similar to a regular one, the father's cock having not done much for him. Vin's cock rubbed him until he was a squirming mess, begging to cum.

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Her hands were so agile, having undone his pants with grace and swiftness. He was glad to have his cock released, groaning softly once more as he felt her take hold of it. Damien had planned on turning her around to take her from the back, but as long as her hand was on his member, he was going nowhere nor was he going to remove her hand. It felt so nice against his veins and sensitive shaft.

When she whispered back, he shivered and grinned. "I would always take a reminder. You know me, so forgetful... You may have to remind me every day so I don't forget." His voice was low and playful, the man nipping at her ear before capturing it, sucking on her earlobe before letting it go and looking around. Seeing the edge of the blanket, he pulled it up over them, obscuring their bodies from any curious eyes.

Of course, she still had her shorts on, but he completely intended to wiggle them down her legs soon. After all, she would probably like to have them slightly on in order to not wake up completely naked the next morning.

 

[Drobabes]

He stared into her eyes for a long moment, watching her as she spoke and as his hands began move some of the items from the briefcase out and onto the bed, notably the painting set and the bundle of clothing. Finally, after a long moment of silence once the case was shut and latched, he sits it down on the ground and chooses to speak.

"Do you like to paint, Sayori? My mother used to paint. She would paint the most gorgeous flowers, with such precise detail, that if you didn't know any better you would think it was a photo."
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His brown eyes go a bit wide for a moment, and then he grins almost as hard as when Sabastian had given him his guitar.

"A sex wizard, huh? Does that mean I'm going to be able to cast a spell on you every day?"

As he says this, he slowly, almost sneakily, brings his knees up a bit and then gives Sabastian a little thrust of his hips. Just a very small one, almost as if he just wants to remind the little man that he was still nicely nestled deep inside his warm body.
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That little nip to her ear makes her suck in a breath, her back arching slightly towards him.

"Well...you are very forgetful," she says breathily.

"I might have to remind you several times a day..."

Her lips travel along his neck until they find his shoulder, and then her teeth come out to playfully nip him back and loving how his cock seems to pulse even more hotly in her hand. Her other hand was awfully lonely though, so with a little wiggling, she brings it inside of his shorts as well and places it just above her other hand. Now that she had a proper hold of his mighty member, she felt herself feeling rather feisty indeed, and wanted to feel him lose a bit of that cocky self control. Working her palm up towards his head, she begins to slowly and sensually rub his whole length, from top to bottom and then back up.

 

[Poprockz]

His eyes were so intense, she once again had to take little mini-breaks from them. It was like they were laser-focused, his own thoughts completely unreadable. After speaking, she shuts her mouth and lets the silence take over, watching him start to unload the contents of the case. So it was for her... maybe. Were those clothes too? Wouldn't it be really nice to be able to wear real clothes, maybe pants and a shirt.

Sayori's eyes scanned both items with interest, leaning forward slightly to get a bit of a better look at them. She glanced at Kuznet at his question, wondering what kind of woman his mother was.

"Um, yes. I do like to paint too. I'm not sure I have the skill to make life-like flowers, but I can paint flowers in general, among other things.

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Sabastian laughed at his comment, opening his mouth to reply when he felt that sharp little thrust. He let out a little gasp and shivered, Vin's cock rubbing slightly against his sensitive prostate. He then blushed slightly at the outburst and gave Vin a little grumpy look, though it was clear he wasn't truly mad at Vin.

"Hmph. I see you're already using your powers for evil. And if you must know, you can use your magic on me whenever you like." He paused for a second, "except in public. Besides..." The little blonde's face went back into a playful smile and he wiggled his ass slightly to tease him back. "I've been under your spell for a while now. Honestly, I couldn't believe you were interested me in the beginning, especially since you said you had a wife previously. I still couldn't help but think about you more and more though... Must have been your evil magic."

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That nip to his shoulder had him closing his eyes and letting out a satisfied, "mmm..." He loved how sexy she was, taking the lead sometimes, following along other times, and sometimes simply partaking in a back and forth switch. He soon felt her other hand come to caress him as well and at this point he knew he was caught.

"Trying to get me to cum before I'm even inside you? What am I going to do with you, little minx...?" he chuckled and couldn't help but move his hips slightly, his body wanting her to stroke him more, wanting her soft skin traveling his length. It was amazing how electrifying her touch could be, even if she was simply rubbing him softly under the covers.

 

[Drobabes]

He took a seat on the bed, his eyes never leaving her. As he spoke, he reached out to the paint set and let his fingers roll over the brushes gently.

"Don't worry, not many people can paint with such skill. I'm not here to test you on your artistic capabilities."

Plucking a single brush from the set, he leans forward and offers it to her with gentle movements, his body posture relaxed and calm, similar to that first day that she was brought into his office. When next she is able to flick those lovely eyes up to meet his own, he gives her a reward in the form of a soft smile.

"Why do you think it is that she is travelling with him? My little Cora?"

His icy blue eyes look away from her then, his attention going back to the paint set as he picks his own brush up. He rolls it between his fingers for a moment before running a single digit over the soft bristles.

"Perhaps she is lonely. It's been over a decade since I've spoken with her, you know. Quinton has been...difficult," he says, his soft smile changing to something a bit more sinister before he lets it drop off his face and his eyes come back to her.

"I'll be bringing her home very soon. This time, however, I think I'll give her a companion."
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That grumpy little look drew forth a rumble from deep in his chest. He found Sabastian to be absolutely adorable whenever he gave him that grouchy face, and he found himself wanting to gently provoke the little man again. Perhaps a little later though, as that wiggle of his plush little ass was making him want to groan.


"Mm, trust me, if I ever did anything to you in public,"

He lifts his head and brings his lips near his ear, nipping his lobe gently before finishing in a low whisper.

"You would be the only one who knew."

When he let's his head back down, he's got that playful grin once again, as if he knows something that the little blond doesn't. A juicy secret that begged to be told, or perhaps in this case, showed.

When the conversation shifted to his ex, his smile faltered a little, but he didn't go into it, instead choosing to just smile again and say, "well I am known as the Voodoo Man."

He let's out a pretty good laugh at that, and then he gently moves Sabastian up a bit, his cock having finally lost it's earlier vigor-for the moment, and having grown a bit soft, pulled out of his gaping ass. He didn't try to move his body off of his chest just yet, though, as he was still enjoying the afterglow with soft breaths and simply staring up at the stars.

"Mm. Want to go swimming? I bet that water is pretty warm now from getting heated up all day. It's probably warmer than the air right now."
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"What am I going to do with you, little minx...?"

That little thrust made her excited. It let her know that he was enjoying what she was doing, and it encouraged her to keep going, letting her fingers wrap around his shaft a bit more snugly. She still kept a slow pace, but now she added a bit of pressure as she stroked his hot shaft, loving the way his silky skin felt under her soft hands.

"Hmm..." she purrs, kissing his neck softly.

"Make love to me? Hold me? Remind me why you're the only one who can have my heart?"

Her delicate little hands comes up to rub her thumb gently over his crown, using a bit of his precum to trace smooth circles all around it before going back to stroking him.

"Or you could just show me how you like to be touched" she giggles, letting her head fall back against the ground so that she can meet his eyes with her own playful ones.

 

[Poprockz]

She felt a bit relieved when he assured her that he wasn't going to chain her to an easel and demand she paint until she achieved his mother's level of skill, or punish her every time her art looked different than his mother's.

Sensing the movement of his arm, she looked up to see him offering one of the paintbrushes, a smile on his face as she looked up at him. Hesitantly, she reached out and took the brush from him, careful not to brush her fingers up against his. It was a nice-quality brush, the handle being a nice polished wood rather than a flimsy plastic one. The bristles also were very fine and silky, almost like real hair.

"Why do you think it is that she is travelling with him? My little Cora?"

Sayori thought about it. There was no way she could have fallen for someone like him, especially since Quint said she was very good at reading people. Her happiness in the photo must have been some kind of act for his benefit.

"Hm. Well he can be charming when he wants to like when he tricked me, but perhaps it's more than that. He was rich you know, perhaps he has resources that could make surviving the apocalypse easier. Like... like a stash or something. Or a safehouse. If she's on her own out there, surely it would be a smart move to take advantage of any resource one can, even if it means humoring him. Safety, food, and shelter are all precious commodities now... Quint told me she was good at reading people, so she must know that he's disgusting on the inside. Even so, being alone would be more dangerous. Better to tag along with a sociopath and the other two than walk around with a target on your back." The little woman glanced up at him, looking down at her brush a moment later. A bit of evil had leaked onto his face a moment ago, spooking her away from meeting his eyes again.

"I'll be bringing her home very soon. This time, however, I think I'll give her a companion."

Sayori wasn't making the connection, having still thought that her fate was to be impregnated by Quint, tortured, killed, and then tossed into the pit. Or perhaps he would simply have her impregnated many times, a broodmare for the zombie eggs. As far as Cora went, she hoped to God that he wasn't able to catch her. Even though she hated Damien, it would be better to be with an evil man who was more predictable than one who seemed unreadable in a prison that one couldn't escape from. At least someday she might be able to stab Damien in the back and get away that way. She wondered what Quint had been able to do to keep Kuznet away for ten years though...

"I think a companion would be nice for her. Though you might have a difficult time finding any cats or dogs now. And pet food, probably. I suppose there could be some in the city though..."

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"Mm, trust me, if I ever did anything to you in public...You would be the only one who knew."

Sabastian's eyes widened and his cheeks grew redder, his mind whizzing through several scenarios that he had seen in comics before. Was he referencing fucking him on his lap? Stroking him under a table? Following him to the restroom and taking him there? Honestly, he really wanted to know what Vin meant, especially with that look in his eye that almost dared Sabastian to ask. Not that he would ever do it, but it would actually be a bit easier for Sabastian to secretly jerk him off with one of his appendages, even if Vin was sitting across from him at a table.

He was observant enough to notice the way Vin seemed put-off when he mentioned his ex wife, and he felt a bit bad for doing so. Maybe they hadn't ended on the best of terms, and he would have had to have loved her if he had decided to be married to her. Vin had mentioned that she hadn't been fond of his other inclinations, but he hadn't expanded on that. Did she divorce him for being bi? That seemed unlikely; if Vin was faithful to her, then what did it matter what his sexual orientation was? In any case, it was a question for another time. At this point, he didn't want to bother Vin with his curiosity.

While he couldn't work up a chuckle, he smiled genuinely. "Voodoo man for sure." He felt Vin pulling him up a bit, taking his cock back from Sabastian's ass. The air hitting the inside of his hole made him shiver, the feeling unfamiliar, but kind of erotic he had to say. At Vin's next suggestion, he was about to agree, but hesitated.

"Oh uh... Let's wait just a minute. My ass is... Well, it's still adjusting to... you know." the little man felt slightly shy about mentioning the way his ass was gaping right now, but he doubted it would feel super nice to have a bunch of warm water flood his ass when he got in.

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Damien smiled and tilted his head slightly as she kissed his neck. Her gentleness was so lovely, each little movement making his body crave more. His heart beat more quickly at the mention of her heart being his and only his. To be the one to hold it in his hands was something that brought him pride like nothing else. Even his skills in bed were second to the notion that Cora believed him worthy of her.

"You can touch me however you like, and I'm sure I would like it. Just the feeling of your hands on me feels unbelievably good." He rested his head on the ground too and his cock twitched in her hands at that little swirl of his crown. His eyes closed for just a moment in pleasure before he looked at her with eyes full of longing.

"You're going to have to release me before I can make love to you though, because by God I can't bring myself to take your hands off of me." His hand reached out and rested on her hip, moving up over the soft skin of her side before coming back down lightly. It was true, those hands of hers upon him were simply too deliciously good for him to be able to remove. His willpower simply wasn't strong enough to have her stop.

 

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Kuznet looked at her once more as she spoke of Damien's charms and resources, his fingers momentarily bending the brush between his fingers. Not enough to snap it, but definitely enough for a noticeable curve to show.

"You know," he says, looking to the bed as he sets the brush down and picks the bundle of clothing up, stilling leaving it folded so that she cannot see what it truly is. But whatever it was, it was a light shade of blue and looked to be soft, like cotton.

"They came travelling through my base about a week back. The way that she looked at him, the way that she touched him...it made me very angry, Sayori."

He looks to her again, his eyes roaming over the shirt that Quint had given her. Sarah had also enraged him, but for quite a different reason. He regretted not dealing with her sooner.

"You are a very naive little girl, Sayori, but I must admit, I think you will make my Cora very happy. Together we can show her that she doesn't need that street mutt. If she craves companionship so badly, then I will provide it."

Kuznet stands then, his mood seemingly having darkened considerably. He comes to her, finally unfolding the cloth to reveal a large sweatshirt, like some of those Victoria Secret sleepwear additions, which he drapes over his shoulder to free his hands. Bending down, he takes her by the wrist and forces her to stand. Once she is standing before him, he reaches down to the bottom of her shirt and hooks his fingers under the cloth. Then, very slowly, he begins to peel it from her soft skin...
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Vin watched his cheeks, loving the way they flushed so strongly that he could see them darken, even in the dim light. When he then went on to hesitantly talk about the way his little ass needed a moment to adjust, he simply hummed, turning the little mans face so that he could kiss him again as his free hand travels down his creamy back to squeeze one of his soft cheeks. Wanting to tease him a little, he runs a finger down through his crack and lets it dip ever so slightly into his still loose ring.
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"You're going to have to release me before I can make love to you though, because by God I can't bring myself to take your hands off of me."

Cora all but creams all over her shorts when she hears the way with which he says that. There wasn't a hint of his usual cockiness in his voice, replaced instead by lust and desire. She felt like he was being more vulnerable with her in that moment, truly unable to pull away from her simple touches, and the way in which he was looking at her makes her mouth water. He was driving her just as mad with lust as she was him.

"Well then...I guess I'll just keep you captive until I have to have you inside me, then..."

Moving her hands down his shaft, she begins to work up a simple but steady rhythm, increasing the speed and adjusting the pressure based on the way he responded to her; the way his eyes conveyed his longing.

 

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It was when he bent the brush that Sayori started to become anxious. Obviously he didn't like what she had to say, not having to actually say that he was angry to get his point across. She leaned back in her chair, scooting down a bit to make herself smaller so as not to provoke him further.

His next sentence only confirmed her suspicions when he talked about Cora's attitude toward Damien. She really didn't want to see what he was like when he was angry. In all of her time here, she had only ever seen his gleeful madness, or his calm demeanor. Only tiny flashes would come indicating that he was feeling anything else. Even now, while his eyes roamed her body, she couldn't make heads or tails of what he was thinking or what he planned to do. All she knew was that she didn't like his eyes on her, feeling vulnerable even with the shirt on.

"...I think you will make my Cora very happy... If she craves companionship so badly, then I will provide it."

Sayori's eyes widened and she was a bit speechless. It seemed like he was indicating that he intended to keep her for the express purpose of being Cora's friend. While that didn't seem like the worst fate in the world, she couldn't help but feel a bit worried. It was too soon to truly know what the implications of this would be.

She squeaked with surprise when he forced her to stand. His grip was like iron, holding her wrist and pulling her up with such ease that her feet actually left the ground for a moment before she was made to stand on her own two feet. His hand dwarfed her arm, her small wrist fitting perfectly within his grasp. Since his demeanor had changed to one more sinister, she couldn't help but start to tremble, fearing what he might do while in that mindset.

When he started pulling up Quint's shirt, she lifted her leg slightly and crossed it over a bit, protectively obscuring herself. The way he was acting was different now, and she felt the dread in her stomach only growing from the intensity of his dark gaze. He could have simply instructed her to put on the sweatshirt and she would have complied, so it made her uneasy that he was taking it upon himself to dress her.

"I can- I can put it on. If you let go of my wrist, I can do it," the woman said in an uneasy little voice. She didn't dare stop his hand, but she reached out toward him, stopping her hand before it reached his arm and pulling it back anxiously.

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Sabastian "mm'd" into the kiss, enjoying their quiet little cuddle-session together. He closed his eyes, letting Vin's sweet lips carry him off to a place of deep relaxation and warmth. The little blonde found that there was just something so satisfying about snuggling after sex. Vin's hand on his ass didn't alarm him, thinking that he was only gently fondling the man in their embrace.

However, when his finger slipped down his crease and into the rim of his stretched little hole, he frowned slightly and pulled back from Vin's lips, rewarding him with yet another grumpy little look. "Hey, hands-off mister. You can't just go around fingering people when they least expect it. I might have to get revenge on you if you do it again, striking when you least expect it." He smirked slightly, trying to think of what he might do to get back at him.

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"I am powerless to escape from those sweet little hands of yours, so I suppose I just have to give in and let you have your way with me... this time." He gave her a half-smile, indicating that perhaps next time he would be able to get the upper hand on her, gaining enough willpower to resist her blissful caresses in favor of capturing her body for himself.

With her eyes trained on his face, he tried to keep himself from having his face be too lewd, but he couldn't help but close his eyes and pant at times when she touched him just right. He loved when she squeezed his base firmly before moving down and playing with his head. The way her thumb would swirl around his crown had him moving his hips slightly.

"Mm..." He let his head lean forward, his forehead resting against her shoulder as he focused on the feeling of her hands. His hand went to her ass and he squeezed gently, his hand squeezing just a bit harder whenever she would really make his cock tingle with pleasure.

 

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"I can- I can put it on. If you let go of my wrist, I can do it,"

His hand, which had begun to pull her shirt up, stops rather suddenly as his eyes make contact with hers. The grip around her wrist begins to tighten, quickly, until soon he is squeezing her so hard that the circulation is cut off to her fingers.

"If I wanted you to take it off I would have told you to. Now,"

He let's go of her shirt to bring his hand up to her face, gripping her, not only along her chin, but over a good portion of her mouth as well. With the same slow pressure, his hand squeezes her delicate little head with the same bruising force that he was currently applying to her wrist.

"You will stand still and not say a word. If you say one more thing outside of a direct answer to any question I might ask you, I will turn you around and fuck your ass so hard you won't be able to shit for three days without screaming."

His voice was dangerously low now, and he doesn't bother to ask her if she understands his demands. If she didn't, if she tried to struggle, then all that would follow would be a good release of tension for him.

He let's go of her suddenly, releasing both her wrist and face, and then he finishes what he had started-pulling the shirt up and over her with some force now. Once it's off, he simply rolls the fabric up and stuffs it into his pocket. He then takes the sweatshirt from his shoulder and pulls it over her head, reaching through the sleeves to take hold of her hands and yank her arms through.

Now that the sweatshirt is on her, he seems to have calmed down, his eyes only raking over her slowly to take in the sight of her petite little body. She had a younger look about her, innocent in a way that he enjoyed. Letting out a little sigh, he reaches up to cup her cheek and give her a little smile again, seemingly completely ignoring the fact that her face was quickly darkening to form a huge bruise.

"That's a good girl. Enjoy your paints; I'll return with dinner in a few hours. I'll be looking forward to what you make for me."

And with that, he left her, locking the cell door behind him and strolling along on his merry way.
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He grinned at him innocently, but he withdrew his hand to wipe some of his fresh cum on his soft cheek, massaging it in like lotion.

"Strike back huh? I'm looking forward to it."
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She lifted her hips up towards him a bit as he squeezed her ass, causing her to gasp slightly and renew her efforts on his throbbing member. She loved the way his face had shifted as she worked him, obviously trying to hold back his more primal urges. However, she was determined to get him to come undone for her.

"I love when you lose your cool," she whispers in his ear before kissing him softly.

"It makes me feel so sexy to know that I'm making you feel so good..."

Her little hands begin to speed up the pace, gripping him a bit more tightly so that his skin comes up a bit when she strokes up his length, and folds over the crown on his cock, no doubt feeling even more soft than her own skin.

 

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Pain. She winced as he started to squeeze, her heart beating quickly as his low tone told her that she had spoken out of turn and that he had little patience since the conversation about Damien had set him on edge. Her lip trembled as her fingers twitched, her hand starting to lose color from how tightly he gripped her.

Her eyes watered as he squeezed her face, threatening to spill over from the pain of how he was squeezing her. It scared her, the slow increase from uncomfortable to bruisingly painful; she was afraid that he wouldn't stop, breaking her jaw with that bear paw of his. He could do it easily too, she knew he could. One movement and she wouldn't have been able to speak out of turn if she wanted to.

It seemed that a broken jaw was not in the cards for her today, as he released her suddenly. He didn't have to repeat his threat for her to have understood. Though his voice was low, it was the only thing she was focused on when he opened his mouth. She stood there shaking like a leaf, her body having gone partly limp to allow him to manipulate her as he liked. Before she knew it, she was standing there in the light-blue sweatshirt he gave her. The sleeves were a bit too long for her, but she would be able to pull them up later. For now, she was simply too terrified to move or make any noises.

Sayori didn't look at him, focusing on a spot on the floor in order to keep her breathing somewhat even. Only when he cupped her cheek did she meet his gaze, noticing that it was as though a timer had gone off and he was now scheduled to be his normal self. It didn't make him any less terrifying for her in that moment though.

When he said his last words and left, she sank to her knees and simply stared at the floor for a moment, her shaky hand going to her mouth as her brain simply buzzed as though full of static. Her jaw ached, and as her eyes wandered to her wrist, she could see that his hand will soon have left a bruise there. The worst part of it all was that he would be back at dinner. She was starting to wonder if Francisco's comment of hoping she wouldn't be broken was intended more literally than figuratively.

Kuznet expected her to paint and have something for him by dinner, and she was afraid of what might happen if she didn't have anything to show for his "gift." After a few moments, she tried to stand up, failing a few times until she found the strength to stand. With that, she took one of the thick sheets of paper, the paint set, and some of the brushes and set to work. Who knew what he wanted or what he expected, but she would try her best to at least produce something.

She decided to paint a koi fish, its brilliant orange and white scales looking beautiful upon the graceful fish's form. The angle was of slightly below and diagonal, looking up near the surface of the water. Pools of sunlight were painted there, a solitary flower floating on the water's surface. Who knew how the flower had gotten there, but she liked the idea of a fish coming upon an abandoned flower, not knowing whether it could truly appreciate the beauty of the vibrant red petals.

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"Viiiiiiin!" Sabastian swatted his hand away and pouted, rubbing the cum off of his cheek. "You're trying to get me riled up, aren't you?" He sat up on Vin's body, still kneeling with his legs on either side of Vin's hips, but he was now upright. The little man looked down at him and crossed his arms, his belly completely smeared with his cum. "You know, I ought to-"

He suddenly looked away in a specific direction like a dog that heard a squirrel, his body suddenly going tense and his expression becoming serious. It was the opposite direction as Cora and Damien, so they weren't in any danger, but he could sense a zombie having come into his radar. Sabastian looked Vin in the eye and commanded, "stay here, I mean it." His tone was sharp and didn't leave any room for argument.

He really didn't want to put Vin in any danger, nor did he want Vin to see him dispatch the thing. Since he didn't have a weapon with him, he would have to physically rip off its head, and that would be bloody and terrifying to someone else. Sabastian wanted Vin to think of him as the grumpy little guy who was head over heels for him, not as a monster who could quickly tear someone apart.

The blonde got up and grabbed his shirt, pulling it up over him and then putting his underwear and pants on quickly as well.

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He chuckled at her sneakiness. She was trying to get him to loosen up by enticing him with the fact that it turned her on. And the worst thing about it was that it was absolutely working. The idea that it was arousing to her to see him not holding back made him want to give in, to not hide from her quite as much. He ad been told by his mother that women typically preferred me who were smoldering, ones who always seemed confident and in control, and yet Cora seemed to flip that idea on its head.

Damien pulled his head back from her shoulder and kissed her lips softly before pulling back and licking his own lips. "You never fail to make me feel good. Everything you do is so much more than just a simple touch. It's like you have some kind of hold on me." The man laughed at his unintentional pun and then gave her a sheepish look, "in all seriousness you do. It turns me on that it's you doing it."

He continued to knead her ass, the man letting out a groan when she moved faster. It wouldn't be too much longer before she coaxed him into orgasm, deciding that it would be fine to simply let himself get lost in the moment. He closed his eyes in pleasure, his mouth open as he panted and moved his hips slightly with her own movements.

 

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As promised, The General returned some hours later holding a tray of food. It looked to be stew again, and this time, there was even a small bar of Hershey's chocolate, still in it's wrapper.

He sits the tray down on the bed before reaching out to take the painting, his eyes inspecting it with curiosity. Once he's had his fill of looking at it, he sets it aside on the end of the bed, then turns towards her as he sits down.

"Come here" he says, extending his hand to her. His voice is soft and calm once more, although his expression is unreadable.
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His grin turned toothy once again as Sabastian swatted his hand away, and he gave another innocent shrug of his shoulders.

"Maybe, maybe not."

He had to admit though, the sight of him sitting up on his groin like that, his taught tummy already covered in a sticky mess, had himself getting a little riled up. He was just about to open his mouth and let the little blond know, too, until he saw that look on his face.

Despite Sabastian's command to stay put, Vin was up on his feet in a matter of seconds as well, tucking his own cock away and zipping his pants up. He didn't know what the threat was, but the way that Sabastian was dressing made him nervous.

"What's wrong? Should we leave?"

He still didn't know all of Sabastian's abilities, so he could only assumed he had smelled something. Or someone...

"You're eye-patch, get it on."

Suddenly he was looking around, trying to scan the area in the dim moonlight. Without Sabastian telling him what the threat was, his only thought was that it might the military that had been following them, or whoever left that threat. And if that was the case, he did not want Sabastian running off into the woods by himself.
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She kissed him back passionately, longing for him when he drew back. However, being able to see his face as he said those words so honestly and with that adorable sheepish expression made it worth it, her own expression becoming soft and tender as she smiled at him. When his breathing began to pick up and he closed his eyes, she could sense that this might be the home stretch. She wanted him to cum for her, to feel him shudder and shake as he let loose with his bliss.

She keeps her hands doing what they were previously-seemingly having found the right rhythm and speed, but she also lets her knees hug his waist with a gentle pressure as her lips come up, seeking his. A little moan of need works up through her as she flicks her tongue teasingly against his soft mouth, enjoying the way his whiskers scratched against her warm skin slightly. He was so ruggedly handsome, and if they had more privacy, she would have been in pure bliss to simply roll him over so that she could lick and taste every inch of his skin.

 

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She was expecting him, so it wasn't a surprise when he showed up to drop off her dinner. Though, she did hope that he would simply leave the food there, take a look at her painting, and leave. The fact that he had chocolate with the stew was odd though, the woman wondering why he had included that.

The entire time he was there so far, she had simply stood there somewhat nearby. She didn't feel comfortable enough to sit down, and wouldn't do so until explicitly instructed. The little woman was simply too on-edge to do that of her own volition. While he looked at her painting, she twiddled her fingers anxiously, wondering whether he liked the painting or whether he was disappointed with what she had done. There was really no way to tell from the way his icy eyes scanned it dispassionately.

"Come here."

Her glossy brown eyes flicked to his outstretched hand, knowing that he expected her to take it. She hesitantly approached, very much like a deer that wasn't sure if a predator was going to leap out of the bushes and rip her limb from limb. Though, she wasn't foolish enough to move too slowly, knowing that he probably wouldn't tolerate her stalling.

Sayori reached out, putting a delicate, unsteady hand in his. She didn't say anything, simply waiting for him to do something, anything. A bit of blue paint rested on her cheek, smeared there when she had reached up to wipe some tears from her cheeks.

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Sabastian came over to him and put his hands on either side of Vin's face to hold him gently. He had noticed the man starting to get worked up, probably wanting to come along with him despite the little man's warning. He wanted to assure Vin that this was something he could do alone.

His voice became a bit softer as he looked up into Vin's eyes and he said, "no. It's not people, and I don't need my eyepatch. I can... sense when zombies are nearby. I'm pretty sure my radius is about a mile and a half, so what I'm sensing isn't super close. Whenever one is nearby, it almost pings me as though we're somehow connected, or maybe more like a bluetooth signal trying to connect two devices. Like Robert and I but... different. We're not in any danger yet, but I would feel more comfortable taking it out before it gets close."

He stroked Vin's face with one hand soothingly, his violet eye almost looking as though it glowed in the moonlight. "I need to go alone, so please stay here until I get back. Will you do that for me, Vin?" His gaze looked hopeful.

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He moaned into her mouth, loving how it felt to have her mouth pressed against his while her hands worked his manhood. The man wasn't just content to sit back and let her tongue do all the work though. Damien pushed his lips back against hers, hungrily seeking out her tongue as though he would never be satisfied.

Her knees on his hips almost gave him the illusion that he was fucking her, though while her hands were amazing, they couldn't quite beat that beautiful pussy or mouth of hers. Still, it felt so good, every deliberate movement of her hands telling him that that she wanted his cum and desired to see the look on his face as he creamed onto her fingers. He didn't intend to disappoint her tonight, especially not with the way she moaned. It was as if she wanted him so badly that she simply couldn't stand it, and that was like kryptonite to him.

After a few more moments of panting and rolling his hips slightly, he let out a prolonged groan. His hips bucked as his cock swelled, shooting his seed onto her hands as a creamy reward for being so attentive to his lustful body. He rested for a second, drinking in his post-orgasmic bliss. "Damn Cora... you're the sauciest, sexiest woman I've ever met. I didn't stand a chance."

 

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He closed his fist around those delicate little fingers, knowing all too well how easily he could break them if he just squeezed a bit too hard. Kuznet refrained himself, however, as he was much more interested in pulling her tiny little body close to his big chest and holding onto that hand so that she can't escape if her fear takes over and she tries to bolt.

With her body now pulled between his legs and mere inches from his chest, he reaches up with his other hand and pushes the back of her head down so that her chin is resting on his shoulder, forcing her to simply stare at the wall behind him. He then lets that hand caress over the soft material of her sweater, over her shoulder and down her back. The material went well past her ass, almost to her the back of her knees, but that was fine by him. The feel of the soft fabric over her even softer skin was what he really enjoyed, his hand coming down to her plush little ass and cupping it softly for a moment.

Suddenly, that hand on her ass lifts her up into the air with swift speed, quickly positioning her so that she is forced to sit on his leg. He reaches around and lifts both her thighs up, moving his own legs under them before letting go. Now, with her tiny body nicely nestled against his chest, he finally begins to do what he came down here for.

He reaches over to the end of the bed and pulls the tray of food over, then lifts the bowl and places it in her hands. It isn't too hot to hold, only decently warm. He then brings the spoon up off the tray and hands it to her, finally looking down into her eyes.

"Eat" he says simply, his big bear paw hand reaching up to tuck a stray bit of her hair back behind her ear.
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Those warm hands on his face made him stop his desperate scanning of their surroundings, his brown eyes peeling away from the forest to look down and meet his much softer gaze. If he hadn't had such a kick of adrenaline, he might have stroked his soft cheek while commenting on how beautiful his changed eye looked under the moonlight. Instead, he found himself simply cooling his jets as he listened intently.

What he was saying made sense, and he tried to remember what Robert had told him about it while they had been in those cells. He knew that he could sense Sabastian quite easily, so it made sense that Sabastian could then sense others who were also infected. However, he was still just a little worried. It could be some kind of trap to lure him away, especially if they had seen how strong he was today.

"Alright," he says on a heavy sigh, letting off some of the excess tension.

"But if you run into any trouble, please shout or whistle or something. If you don't come back pretty soon I'm going to get pretty worried and come looking for you, ok? Zombies might be a danger to me, but other people are just as dangerous, you know?"

He rests his hand over that sweet warmth that was so lovingly holding his face, and then he turns his creamy palm so that he can kiss it gently, and after, gives his forehead a kiss for good measure.

"I'll be waiting for you to come back..." his voice rumbles, low and sultry.
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Her hands didn't stop, even as she felt those warm sprays of gooey white seed cover her fingers and belly, she kept stroking him right on through, wanting to milk him for every last drop. When at last his cock stops twitching and he pulls away from the kiss to breathe, it is only then that she finally releases him. Her hands only travel to her belly, however, her fingers tentatively massaging his warm cum against her skin.

"Damn Cora... you're the sauciest, sexiest woman I've ever met. I didn't stand a chance."

She giggles as she looks up at him, momentarily high on pride in her accomplishment. She had never been able to get a man to cum from a hand job alone before, and in a way, she was a bit grateful for that. It was something that she now had a first experience with Damien only, just as how he had been the first to provide her with pleasure when he took her plush ass.

"I'm not totally unaffected here, you know," she says, her voice full of humor and good spirit. She then drops it down into a whisper.

"My shorts are now sporting a huge wet-spot, and it is all your fault."

With the hand that wasn't completely covered in his warm seed, she reaches up to run a finger down the middle of his chest, her own expression becoming a bit sheepish and her cheeks blushing as she watches it make a slow trail down to his still engorged cock.

"You know, that's the first time I've ever been able to get someone to cum from my hands alone...it feels kinda nice, knowing a I did a good job."

 

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Her eyes watched his hand closing in on hers, holding her gently but firmly. She too thought about how easy it would be for him to break her hand or her wrist, though she hoped that he was feeling in a less violent mood now. She found herself being pulled forward between his legs, uncomfortably close to him. Meeting his eyes was much more difficult up close, so she was already looking over his shoulder when she felt him pull her chin to rest there.

Was he... hugging her? No, that seemed like an uncharacteristic thing for him to do. Perhaps he merely wanted her close so he could whisper some threat into her ear, a warning, or possibly even some tidbit of information that would scare her. She was expecting something negative, so her body was rigid against his, only seeming to grow more tense as his hand traveled across her back and finally to her ass.

She wasn't sure what he planned to do, but she knew she wouldn't like it. Sayori didn't have much time to ponder his motivations as she soon found herself being unexpectedly lifted. She squeaked in fright, her free hand going to his shoulder to stabilize herself, clinging to him as he then lifted her thighs so that she was sitting sideways on his lap, her side pressed against his chest. This was the closest she had ever gotten to him, and she had to say that she didn't like it one bit. The woman didn't have much say in the matter though, as he was holding her there and her feet didn't even reach the ground.

Sayori removed her hand from his shoulder quickly, not wanting to upset him before she noticed him grabbing the stew. She accepted the bowl into her hands and then the spoon as well, looking up at him timidly as he commanded her to eat. Had he been a kind man that was truly concerned about her health and well-being, she might have enjoyed sitting on his lap. As it was, she was bewildered and nervous about the situation she found herself in, though the course of action to take was obvious.

She blew on the stew to make sure it wasn't too hot before taking a bite. It didn't seem very hot, so she didn't have to blow on the rest of it. Sayori didn't shovel the food into her mouth, but she didn't eat slowly either, taking a pace that was almost businesslike in nature, as though this was her task.

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He nodded, giving Vin a little smile. "Okay, I'll be sure not to make you worry. When I get back, we should go swimming."

Sabastian jogged off into the woods, the man being able to see quite well in the dark. It would be a about twenty minutes before he returned. When he did emerge from the tree-line, he had flecks of purple blood sprayed onto his clothes, the man himself being uninjured. It had been a simple matter of finding the zombie and popping its head off. He didn't think he would ever get used to the feeling of killing them, but it was worth the discomfort to make sure his friends were safe and that the particular zombie he found wouldn't hurt anyone.

It almost seemed like a mercy, killing the zombies. He was sure that they wouldn't have wanted to roam the Earth as undead, killing indiscriminately. If he were a true zombie, he knew he would want to be put down. That went for if he ever completely lost his mind as well.

If Vin had been watching before Sabastian got very close, he would have seen that Sabastian had a tired expression. Not drowsiness, but a tiredness of the soul as though he had much that was weighing on his mind. Though as soon as he got closer, his expression changed to a warm smile, the little blonde happy to see Vin's comforting person. He came to a stop in front of him and panted slightly.

"I'd give you a hug, but I've got blood on me. Let's go to the lake." He held his hand out to Vin, wanting to hold hands as they walked.

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"My shorts are now sporting a huge wet-spot, and it is all your fault."

Damien grinned, feeling proud that she was worked up for him. He hadn't even touched her between her legs and she was already wet and wanting. "I will take full responsibility for that," he said in a playful tone, his hand sliding up her ass to toy with the edge of her shorts. It was as though he was playing with the idea of pulling those little shorts down her thighs to find the treasure within.

Though, her comment about giving him a successful hand-job makes his eyes widen. So he had given her a first good experience with her ass, and now she had given him her first successful handy? The thought of having two of her firsts made him shiver, his cock twitching against her hand as his eyes became incredibly excited.

"To know that I'm the first man to cum in your hands makes me extremely happy." His tone was earnest with barely-concealed elation. She would always remember this, a mile-marker memory wasn't easily forgotten. His heart felt warm as he looked at his lover, grateful that she had seen fit to give him such a good memory.

 

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The General continued to touch her in deceivingly soft ways. The hand that had tucked her hair back behind her ear moved to stroke the top of her head, and then on the other side he tucked another stray strand. From there, he moved his hand down along her neck, his rough and calloused knuckled scraping from her earlobe all the way down to her shoulder, and then along the collar of her sweatshirt. His blue eyes watched every movement she made, noting how she was having a difficult time eating, especially when he let his fingers and thumb gently slide up her throat. He didn't mind, however. She was like a frightened little dog, needing to be desensitized to his touch.

The sound of footfalls could be heard, followed quickly by a women crying. Kuznet didn't even react to the sound, his hand simply continuing it's slow caress of her skin, now working down into the inside of her sweatshirt collar, gliding ever closer to her petite little chest.

"Let us go, please!"

"Keep walking Lizzy, otherwise I will shoot him."

That was Francisco talking, his voice back to that cold, calloused and uninterested tone.

"No! Please, please don't! Please just let us-NO! SAL!"

The women suddenly screams, and immediately it is followed up with the sound of a gun firing. Then the sound of a mans muffled screaming is heard, his cries being deafened most likely by a gag.

"WALK! NOW! Or next time it will go through his head!"

Suddenly Kuznets mouth was right next to Sayori's ear, his hot breath being felt as he whispered to her.

"Don't look at them as they come in. Don't even acknowledge them. You will not talk or interact with them in anyway."

As his hand continued down, slowly coming to rest over her breast and cupping it gently, just as he had done to her ass, he lets his mouth move to the side of her ear, where he places a soft kiss to her warm face.

"You are mine now, Sayori..."

Just a few seconds later, an older women, perhaps early fifties with graying red hair, comes stumbling into sight. Her face is wet from her tears, her hands clasped over her mouth as she tries to control her sobs, and her wrists are bound with duct tape. Not a second after, a man is shoved forward, forced to stumble if he doesn't wish to fall, and from the blood that is seeping through his shoe it can be assumed he was shot in the foot. He seems to be younger than the women, perhaps a son, but Sayori doesn't get much more of a chance to look at them as they are both soon shuffled into the cell across from hers, and then Francisco is standing in front of them and blocking the view.

"Take his shoe off and I'll stop the bleeding, I can't have him dieing yet.
...I said take, the fucking, shoe off. Now!"

"Are you done eating?" Kuznet asks, releasing her soft mound so that he can reach up and tilt her chin towards him, insuring that she looks at him.
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Delvin was a bit of a nervous wreck by the time Sabastian came back. Those twenty minutes felt as if they had stretched on into an hour, having had nothing else to do but sit there and wait. He wished he had had some way to keep track of time, as if he had, he might have known that it really hadn't been all that long. As it were, though, he was just on the verge of heading back to camp to get Damien to start a search. However, before he left, he took one final look at the tree line.

"Oh thank god" he breathed heavily, finally seeing Sabastian emerge from the trees. He had a huge rush of relief flood through his system, along with a bit of anger caused from the fear of having to wait. Seeing the way that Sabastian was walking, however, made him take pause and swallow it down.

He looked down right exhausted. Not that there was a slowness in his step, or that he was slumping his shoulders, but just the way he was looking at the ground as he came out. He looked like a man leaving a funeral, and it didn't take Vin long at all to connect the dots.

"I'd give you a hug, but I've got blood on me. Let's go to the lake."

As he held out his hand, Vin took it, but instead of walking with him, he gently pulls the little man to him and then reaches down to scoop him up into his arms and hold him snugly against his shoulder.

"We're going to get clean anyway, I don't mind a bit of blood on me for a minute."

He starts to walk them out to the lake then, giving Sabastian a soft look as he goes. Vin hoped that picking him up in that moment was the right thing to do, and that he wasn't bothering Sabastian, but if his lover protested then he would let him down.
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"It makes me really happy too..." she says quietly, her hand moving up to his stomach, her fingers splaying out across his warm skin and her thumb rubbing him gently.

"I haven't...had many opportunities to learn, so it makes me really happy that I can turn you on like that. You make me feel so good Damien; if I can give you back even a little of what you give to me, then..."

Her voice trails off a bit, not really sure how to finish that sentence. Quite suddenly she was feeling very bashful, despite having just been whispering naughty words into his ear not two minutes ago. She clears her throat a bit before speaking again.

"Hmm, what's your fingers doing down there, stud?"

A little grin comes back to her face, trying to take the focus off of herself a bit, or rather, redirect it. Those talented digits playing around the lining of her shorts had not gone unnoticed.

 

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Indeed, it was difficult to eat with him touching her. Every movement he made was like a threat, the sweet promise of pain but a whim away. Her hand shook as she held the stew, the girl having to hold the bowl close to her mouth in order to prevent spilling on herself. To be fair, her entire body trembled on his lap, like a frightened little kitten. The woman didn't dare speak, and didn't dare stop eating either, even as his fingers continued their journey on her body.

When she heard the steps, she felt her stomach drop. There were voices too, and she recognized Francisco's impersonal one. Were they new prisoners? What had they done and what did Kuznet need them for? She really didn't want to find out. The little woman jumped in Kuznet's arms when the gun went off, the loud sound spooking her as much as the implications of it. Like it or not, Francisco was one of his lackeys and even though he could be nice, he also had his fair share of blood on his hands.

Her eyes were wide as she stared into her bowl, afraid to look anywhere else as he whispered in her ear to tell her not to pay the others any mind. She wasn't sure how long that command would be in effect, but it was better to abide now and ask questions when Francisco was allowed to come by again.

The woman's grip on the spoon tightened as she felt his hand slip further in to cup her breast, her entire body becoming stiff as a board. She was under the impression that Kuznet didn't have any sexual interest in her, so this was disturbing to say the least. What had changed his mind, she wasn't sure. She just hoped he would lose interest soon and demote her back to being unworthy of his time.

"You are mine now, Sayori..."

His lips were so soft as they kissed her, and yet she felt nothing but fear for him. Her body was a map of the cruelty he enjoyed, from her scarred back, to her bruised jaw. She wasn't going to be lulled into a sense of security with him- she simply didn't trust that he wasn't going to snap at any moment. The stress of it all: the screams and sobbing, the gunshot, being so close to Kuznet, his hand touching her with such familiarity... It made her eyes tear up from it all. Sayori squeezed her eyes shut, not even wanting to risk a glance in their direction.

"Are you done eating?"

She tried to answer, but though she opened her mouth, all that came out was a shaky breath. Her mouth felt very dry, so she swallowed hard, just as he tipped her face up to look at him. He probably expected an answer, so she forced herself to open her glossy brown eyes to look at him, her eyelashes slightly damp. "Y-yes. I'm done."

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He was a bit surprised that Vin suddenly lifted him up into his arms, carrying him like some kind of delicate princess. Though he had to admit that being held by Vin was one of his favorite things, his arms going around the man's neck as he offered no resistance to him.

Sabastian smiled sofly, resting his head on Vin's shoulder and saying, "are you my knight in shining armor, Vin? Come to sweep me away under the moonlight?" The blonde let out a little giggle that faded into a tired, albeit comfortable silence. He was grateful that Vin didn't care about getting his clothes dirty, the big man seeming to always know when he needed a bit of extra comfort.

Closing his eyes, he snuggled his face against the crook of Vin's neck and let himself be carried. Looking at a zombie was like looking at himself. It was a forecast of what he might be someday, a wandering husk of himself. Most might be afraid of the possibility of ending up a zombie, but he was unfortunately chained to that fate if it was what came with his affliction. No amount of running, planning, or surviving would negate that. He really shouldn't be with Vin, but his weakness was that he couldn't stay away from him, nor could he resist his sweet advances.

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His steely eyes watched her face as she spoke, taking in the subtle expressions that crossed her face. There were simply some emotions that couldn't be accurately described with words, those in-between times where one simply felt it as a shade of being, like a color on the spectrum. He loved seeing the way her eyes would flick away from him, or the way her cheeks would glow. The man found that he could watch her forever and never grow bored of it; though, he definitely wanted to see some of her lewd expressions as well.

The fact that she wanted to pleasure him, to give back what she thought he had given warmed his heart. In his opinion, it was him that would be forever in her debt for the kindness and love she had shown to him.

"Hm... Well suffice it to say that I'm curious whether you really do have a wet spot down there. I thought I might check it myself..." He grinned back at her, making his fingers stop toying before bringing his index finger to the front of her shorts. Keeping eye contact, he slowly pressed it against her with gentle pressure as it moved down the front of her shorts. It passed the elastic, getting ever closer to her mound between her legs. Though he was on the outside of her clothing for now, he would still be able to feel it if she had indeed soaked through like the naughty little woman she was.

 

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That soft, polite smile came back to his lips as he let her chin go. He wipes at the corner of her eye with his thumb, catching the tears that spill, and then he takes the bowl from her and sets it on the tray. While he is doing this, the sound of the other two prisoners could still be heard. Pleas of mercy, grunts of pain, all things to be expected of people who had no idea there life was going to turn into running from one terrifying nightmare right into another.

Taking hold of her around the waist, he stands with her, and then deposits her on the bed. He then picks up the picture she painted and places it in a fold on the inside of his jacket before making his way to the door without another word, or even a glance, in her direction. The tray is left sitting on the bed, along with the chocolate.

A few moments later, Francisco finishes with the new prisoners. He cuts their bindings loose, after having applied some of the goop to the mans foot to stop the bleeding, and then he locks them in. When he turns around to face her cell, his expression is all but blank. His eyes do travel to the tray, however, and his shoulders slump just the smallest degree, almost as if he is annoyed that he was left with the task of cleaning up. Sayori wouldn't know it, of course, but it couldn't be farther from the truth. The truth was that, he didn't want to go into her cell. He didn't want to look into her beautiful brown eyes and see Cora or Quint's reflected back at him. But there was no rest for the wicked.

He keys in the code quickly to her door, steps in, and grabs the tray. The little bar of chocolate he takes off and then sets by her side, and then he tries to turn away before she has the chance to talk to him, or, god forbid, catch his gaze.
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"are you my knight in shining armor, Vin? Come to sweep me away under the moonlight?"

He gave him a soft kiss atop his blond locks before looking down at him with affection.

"Naw, my armor is all rusted. I'm more of a warrior bard."

Vin went a bit quiet after that, simply looking out across the grass as his feet carried them quickly to the lakes edge. He wanted to talk with Sabastian, but he wasn't sure how to breach that particular conversation. Maybe tomorrow, while they were driving. For now, he just wanted to provide some comfort to him.

Setting him down gently on his feet, Vin bends over and starts to get his boots off. He had let them dry out completely earlier, so he didn't want them getting wet again. Besides, it was much easier to swim without them on.
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Her lips form into a little pout as she looks up into his gaze.

"You don't believe me?"

She wanted to say something else, but that slow pressure of his finger was very distracting, especially after having gotten so worked up already. And indeed she was quite wet, so much so in-fact, that she worried the sleeping bag might not be enough to quite cover the smell of herself. She might have to try and sneak off down to the lake and take a little mid-night dip. Just to get herself clean, of course.

As Damien explored downward with his hand, he might be able to notice that the heat from between her legs was a bit more intense than usual, perhaps from the alcohol.

 

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It was odd, the big man gathering her tears with his thumb like a sensitive lover might, his smile soft as he looked down at her. If she didn't know better, she would almost think he was trying to woo her. Though she imagined he understood that there was no way she would ever grow to have anything other than fear and contempt for the evil man. Her lip wobbled and she looked away from him as he took her bowl, making sure not to look at the other cell.

When he stood up, she curled up protectively before he put her down, her eyes following him as he took her art and left as though he had concluded a business meeting. He was a mystery to her, and she didn't think that she ever wanted to know more about what went on behind those icy eyes.

The little woman sat on the bed for a moment as the cries and grunts of distress sounded from across the way. She reached over and took one of her pillows, pulling her knees up near her chest and resting the pillow there. Her face nestled into the pillow as she couldn't withhold a little sob as she shook and tried to calm down. She wanted to be hugged by someone who cared about her, someone like Quint. Francisco couldn't help her, nor could he provide her any real comfort. While he had seemed more relaxed with her recently, she didn't know if it was simply an act or not. She didn't seem to know much of anything anymore.

She jumped as she heard the door opening, her tear-stained face looking up to see the officer coming in to grab the remains of her dinner. Sayori needed clarification, even if was just a brief response. "Francisco..." she spoke up slightly, "what does he mean? He told me that I cannot look at them, talk to them, or even acknowledge them even though they're right there across from me. Did he mean while he was here, or did he mean forever?" Her face had both hope and desperation, the small woman having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that Kuznet wanted to jealously keep her eyes and attention reserved only for himself and those he deemed necessary.

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"Hmm..." Sabastian hummed softly at his answer. It was rather fitting, the title of "warrior bard." It would explain why Vin was simply so irresistible and yet strong enough to knock out someone's teeth. He wondered what he himself would be as a DND character. Perhaps he would be a monk... though he imagined he didn't have quite the right temperament for monkhood.

When he was set down, he too removed his shoes and socks, setting them near Vin's feet. It was almost cute how different the sizes of their shoes were, Vin's being much larger of course since Sabastian had smaller, more dainty feet. There were flecks of purple on his own shoes, but that was okay. Even though they now stank of zombie, he didn't want to get his shoes wet again. Besides, the smell didn't wash out so easily.

With that, he started walking toward the lake, dipping his toe in it to find that it had indeed warmed up considerably. He smiled and walked into the water, floating on his back lazily as he waited for Vin to join him.

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His finger paused. "Of course not. A gorgeous woman like you getting drenched for a pervert such as myself..." The man's eyes were playful as he watched that adorable little pout on her face. "Scandalous, wouldn't you say?"

He chuckled and leaned forward, now simply letting his finger move back upward as his lips kissed the bottom of her neck gently, bringing out his tongue and tracing it slowly up until he reached her ear. At that point, his finger started to drift downward again, and his mouth hovered near her ear, not touching but being ever so close. Without warning, he blew a cool breath into her ear before speaking once more.

"Cold... Warmer... Warmer..." he murmured as his finger went lower, as though he was playing a game of hide-and-seek. "Hot."

His hand turned palm-side up and slid across the wet fabric between her legs, nestling between her inner thighs to feel the damp spot. She wasn't lying, she was very worked up by how moist it was down there. Damien grinned and pressed his palm against her a bit more insistently, starting to rub back and forth over her sensitive mound.

 

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"Francisco..."

Fuck.

He turns around, and, of course, the first thing he sees is the bruises. They painted her delicate little face like some sort of awful Halloween get-up. He never got used to it, not really, but he was just as much under watch as the little flower before him. Despite how desperately his humanity was screaming at him to set the tray down and simply scoop her up into a hug, he had to play the part of the loyal, humorous lacky. The good cop.

His face changes to a look of confusion for a moment, then he looks over his shoulder at the other prisoners, as if noticing them for the first time. When he turns back to Sayori, he puts his hand up and points behind him, his expression still a bit confused.

"Who? Them? Well if he told you not to acknowledge them, then don't acknowledge them. At least until he tells you otherwise. Otherwise, he might take away your paints!"

He let's out a barking laugh then, as if something about the idea of Kuznet taking away something as simple as the paints is extremely funny for some reason. Perhaps it was.

"Here, tell you what," he says, sitting the tray down for a moment so that he can walk over and pick up a stray piece of colored paper. It was one of the bright green ones, the color of emeralds.

"If you get extremely bored or just really lonely, hold this piece of paper up in front of the camera for a minute. Don't block the camera-that'll earn you a spanking," he grins down at her as he says this, placing the piece of paper in her lap.

"If you do that, and if I can free up some time, I will come down and visit with you. How's that sound?"
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He didn't hesitate, leaving his clothes on as he simply waded out into the warm water, then swam out to join Sabastian. For a moment, he simply floated there, enjoying the way that his body felt weightless in the water. Soon her grew bored, however, so he reaches out and scoops the little blond up against his chest.

"Hold still for a minute" he says quietly, his eyes looking out across the water with a pleasant expression on his face. For a moment, he simply holds Sabastian against him, trying to remain as still as he can himself. And then...

"Look down at the water..."

The lake was so placid and calm that the moonlight and stars reflected from it's surface like a mirror, shimmering softly from the small ripples in the water that their bodies created from breathing softly. It was as if they were floating among a million little fireflies, all glowing a soft white in a black blanket that was the waters surface.
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"Oh, so scandalous" she giggles, enjoying his playfulness.

When he leaned down to kiss her, she turns her chin away a bit to give him better access, her eyes closing as she lets out a little hum of contentment. The cool breath on her ear sends a little tingle up her spine, and she can't help but giggle again as he speaks into her ear, playing a little game with her as his hand works closer and closer to her most sensitive area.

She sucks in a small breath when at last he touches her, the slight pressure feeling divine even from the outside of her shorts. Her hips come up off the ground slightly, trying to greedily seek out more than just a slight touch, and a little whine of need leaves her lips as her own hand moves over to grip his side.

 

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"Oh..." she said in a small voice, her eyes dropping to the floor. So it was like that. She had been hoping he would say that now that Kuznet was gone that it would be fine since he wasn't competing for attention. However, it seemed as though she wouldn't even be allowed to interact with them even when he was gone, garnering that in his experience it was better to default to holding Kuznet's word as law if one was unsure.

It was starting to come together for Sayori as to why he wanted to get a companion for Cora. If Cora hadn't been allowed to have access to friends or wouldn't in the future, then it would be a lonely life having only Kuznet to talk to (or be talked to as the case may be). The big man would certainly never be someone she confided in, knowing that he didn't care one bit about her or her feelings. No wonder they had struggled hard against him until they achieved freedom, even though it was temporary.

His barking laugh did nothing to cheer her up, in fact it only made her feel a bit more isolated. Was this funny to him? Was it all just some big joke to him? She became very quiet, not meeting his gaze as she listened to him speak further, though her eyes did look at the little green paper when he set it down in her lap. It was so vibrant, like fresh, green grass- the type that felt good and cool against one's feet as they ran through a field, free and unfettered.

Sayori let out a little weak chuckle, "I think I would look silly waving a little green paper for the camera... but I will remember your words." She offered him a little half-hearted smile before taking the green paper and putting it to her side. The little woman never intended on using it. She didn't think she could bear the idea of holding up the paper for him, only to be left alone. A silly girl with silly expectations. It was better to simply not hope for such things.

Reaching over, she grabbed the tray he set down and held it out for him, as though she was telling him that he didn't need to stay any longer. As she held it up, her sleeve slid back just a bit, revealing the beginnings of the bruise forming on her wrist.

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Sabastian giggled when Vin pulled him close, snuggling up to his chest in the warm water as he held him. Though he was intrigued as Vin told him to stay still, waiting and wondering what it was that Vin wanted to say or why he wanted them to be motionless.

"Look down at the water..."

He sucked in a breath, enraptured by the stunning sight before him. His eyes were wide with awe as he looked across the lake, the glassy surface of it being an almost perfect mirror. The sight truly took his breath away, wondering to himself if he had ever seen anything so beautiful. The little man simply bobbed slightly next to Vin, soaking up the sight with childlike wonder.

"... Wow. To think something so beautiful exists... It's a bit inspiring, isn't it? I feel like I can't look away..." His voice was soft, his violet eye glowing slightly from the reflected light.

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Damien grinds his palm a little big harder against where he assumed her clit was before he stopped, denying her further pleasure as he smirked slightly.

"Turn around. I want to be behind you when I slip into that hot, wet cunt of yours. Unless of course you're hungry for my fingers first..." He pushed his hand up against her and started rubbing again, his other hand coming up to her bra and pulling it up over her breasts so that they were released, jiggling into place. With that, he kissed his way down from her ear, down her neck, and to her collarbone, pausing there to run his tongue along where he could feel the bone. Her skin was warm, and he would never tire of the noises she made as he did things to her.

He sighed when he reached one of her breasts, marveling at how perfect it was. It would have been perfect simply because it was hers, but it also helped that her youthful breasts were so attractive, her nipple pink as a shy blush. His mouth soon enveloped it, sucking and pulling on it slightly with his mouth as his tongue slipped over it inside. It was soon perking up through his efforts, only spurring him on to continue pushing on it and slipping over it with his agile tongue. He assumed his scraggly cheeks were a bit rough on the soft skin of her breast, so he tried not to rub her too much that way.

 

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Francisco took the tray, showing no hint that her bruises were bothering him. He was a very smart man, perhaps even more so than Kuznet himself, and he knew that he could not reveal even an inkling of doubt as to his true feelings about Kuznets little hobbies. He had seen many a person broken, and even the most desperate, the most perseverant of them all would still crack under Kuznets meticulous games. Even just a slight suspicion was too dangerous. He could have no one, no one, know what he was really up to. No one except Quint. The only one who could never be broken.

"Naw, it won't look silly hunny, and I welcome any break I can get away from work. Plus," he says as he starts to turn away.

"Uncle Francis knows where all the cool toys are hidden. Little bitch boy Niles likes his whips and chains, but Francis knows where to get the cool shit-like music."

As he exits the cells, he is laughing, although it dies down into a chuckle as he rounds the corner. As soon as he is out of sight, the women in the cell over comes up to the glass and stares into her cell.

"Miss? Miss! Do you know how long were going to be in here? What do they want with us?!"
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Vin could see his eye in the reflection of the lake, and while before it might have been a bit creepy, now it only looked like a mysterious jewel. He remained very quiet for a long moment, trying to control his breathing so that he didn't disturb the sight before them.

"Nature has all kinds of little secrets like this. If you're quiet and patient with her, she'll sing you the most beautiful song..."
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She whimpered as he stopped, stealing away that delicious pressure and making her buck her hips. She was so horny, her lust barely contained and especially not being helped by the booze, so when he finally puts pressure back on her clit she shudders and squeezes him with need.

"I..I want to turn over, but-oh god..."

A loud moan leaves her pouty lips as he begins to lick and suckle her sensitive nipples. Her body, so overtaken by the pleasure, forces her to arch her back and press herself to him with need, not caring in that moment if his scraggly face scratches her a bit. In fact, it only added to the sensations, and before she knows it, she is moving her hand up to his head and weaving her fingers through his hair.

 

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Listening to Francisco absent-mindedly, she nodded, soon finding herself alone in her cell once more.

Sayori's body tenses as she hears the woman call out to her, but she knew that were she to look her in the eye or even shake her head, she would certainly be punished. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, knowing that the woman would learn in short order what kind of place this was. The little woman couldn't help her, nor would her words do anything but bring about Kuznet's wrath.

She ignored the woman, picking up the chocolate with her hand, looking at the sweet little treat. It was a fun-sized bar, small but satisfying; perhaps that was how Kuznet viewed her. Her eyes narrowed at it and she glared at the candy with tears in her eyes. In a surge of anger and despair, she roughly threw the chocolate as far into Quint's old cell as she could, glaring at where it had fallen before her face melted into hopelessness once more. She didn't want any sweet treats as though they were simply pretending that everything was alright. It wasn't. She was a prisoner here and she would never see the sunlight again. More likely she would be killed by Kuznet for one thing or another. Those other people were likely doomed as well and there was nothing she could do about it.

It was after dinnertime, but she didn't feel like she could sleep with the other woman's eyes on her in the light, so she brought out another sheet of paper with her paints. This time, she took her time and made a painting that would express her feelings rather than one simply made as an effort to keep Kuznet happy. She remained deaf to the other woman's pleas or comments, simply painting silently in her cell.

The painting was of a steel birdcage, covered with a light blue sheet. The cage was in the bottom-right side of the painting on a stool, the curtain drawn back a bit on it so one could see the bird inside. It was a little dove, facing away from the opening. Behind the cage in the direction the bird was facing, she painted a beautiful meadow with flowers and a healthy, mighty tree, the sun shining bright and glad in the sky, everything the bird couldn't see but knew was there. black tendrils crept up the legs of the stool, coming for the bird in the cage, perhaps filling the viewer with a sense of foreboding. She wasn't hiding the painting, but she was painting it in an angle away from the camera unintentionally. When it was done, she picked it up and carried it into Quint's side, setting it on his bare bed frame to dry.

She stared at it for a long while; there had been something very therapeutic about having painted it. It was almost as though she had some of her feelings out, leeching them from her body and putting them onto a physical page. Who knew if Kuznet would like it or not, but this painting was for herself.

Afterwards she felt very tired, walking back over to her bed, laying down, and pulling the covers up over her face so she didn't have to look at them.

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"Hm... Sounds like you're quite taken with her. Should I be concerned?" Sabastian gave Vin a teasing, coy smile before looking back at the lake. Of course he was joking, though if nature was ever personified into a woman, he imagined he would have to drag Vin back by his ear to keep him from running away with her.

As he looked at the stars, he thought about what Vin had said before about alien spores. What if this was some kind of alien phenomenon? The eggs certainly didn't seem human, or even something out of a zombie movie. If that was the case, did that mean that he had an alien inside him? Was he part alien? If he did have an alien inside, would it make grabs for power over his mind until it was controlling him like a meat suit?

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Damien grins to himself when he heard her protest. He liked hearing that she was simply too caught up in the delicious pleasure to be able to turn around and let him give her his throbbing member. The man let out an "mm..." as he felt her delicate fingers weave into his hair, encouraging him to be more enthusiastic. He very gently nibbled on her nipple slightly, playing with it with his teeth. Though he would never actually bite her, he liked her to have the thrill of it.

With that nipple thoroughly sampled, he moved his mouth to the other, a strand of saliva stretching between his lips and her nipple before it broke. Though before he latched on to the second, he blew on her wet nipple, sending cool air over the hard bud. Satisfied, he then gave her other nipple a long lick, dragging his tongue slowly over it before swirling it around the little rosebud.

"but what? Having a hard time speaking, hm?" The moment the last syllable left his mouth, his mouth inhaled her breast, hungrily lapping and sucking on it as the saliva from his mouth drenched the skin of her pert mound. His hand held her breast steady as he did so, a gentle caress.

Meanwhile, his other hand was drawn away from her pussy and to the edge of her shorts, pulling at the edges to get them lower inch-by inch. It was taking a bit since he only had one hand to use, but he figured it would be a fun tease.