Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

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Suddenly she was gone, and for just a brief moment, Quint tried hard to cling to the dream. He so rarely had normal dreams, and he could only remember knowing he was dreaming a few times in his life. It angered him for a moment, being so cruelly pulled away from her arms, but then he heard the singing and when he looked up, he saw Cora and Sabastian.

They were on a stage, and there were people dancing. Quint stood slowly, walking forward from the shadows a bit to look out at the crowd. Soon enough he started to calm down, and then, the more they sang, the more happy he felt.
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Cody wagged his tail a little more, but then suddenly his ears went back and his head lowered a bit. The dog looked over his shoulder at the door, and then quickly made it's escape out of the kitchen. Not a second later, Damaris stepped through the door.

She was a little dirty, and she held a torn up rag in her hand. Her dark brown eyes glared at him as she stepped into the kitchen.

"What did you say to Lizz? She's upset."

 

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He continued on the concert with Cora, singing their duet and having fun with it. By the end, he was panting and laughing, taking a bow with Cora as he jogged side-stage to Vin. The man was so fucking handsome with that tall hat and cool make-up. Even though this was a memory, part of him realized that it was a dream when a pang of sadness and longing hit him. The next moment, he reached up and pulled Vin toward him, kissing the man deeply as he should have done every day he had him in their group.

However he soon felt his grip loosening on the man and felt the world around him fading. Vin was soon gone, Sabastian feeling just a bit chilly as he stirred in his bed. The freeze spray had worn off during the night, but those thread-bare blankets were truly shit.

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If Cody could have tucked his tail between his legs, he was sure he would have, the dog practically fleeing the kitchen for some reason. He got his answer as to why when Damaris showed up, the woman looking not-so-pleased to see him.

"What did you say to Lizz? She's upset."

The man met her eyes and shrugged. "I told her I'm leaving later today. She tried to persuade me otherwise, and I declined. Simple as that. I wasn't mean to her, I just said something she didn't like hearing. My reasoning seemed to piss her off; apparently not dying alone with my hand on my dick isn't a good enough reason to venture out into the world." He took another drink of his water, his eyes going to the dirty rag in her hand, wondering what it was she was doing before coming into the kitchen.

 

[Drobabes]

Quint took the time to simply stand there and enjoy the atmosphere and their duet. His mind kept dancing between realizing it was a dream, and thinking to himself how cool it was to be up on a stage. When the song ended and Sabastian went to Vin, Quint looked away and watched his sister.

She looked so happy, so much happier than he had ever seen her before. Or rather, he had seen in a very long time. What was it that she was looking at, though?

"Quint."

Someone was shaking his shoulder, and very quickly, Quint woke with a start, his eyes wide until he saw that it was only Francis.

"Hey, what's up?" he said groggily.

"Sayori is here."

His brows scrunched in confusion, and then he looked over to the bean bag and saw her sleeping form.

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Sometime later, Sayori would wake up next to Quint. He had one arm wrapped over her shoulders, and in his free hand, he was holding a cook book. By the cover, it looked like a recipie book for exotic drinks and fancy coffee. It has his full attention at the moment, the man not seeming to have noticed that she was awake just yet.
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The metal brace came sliding across the floor, it's metallic scraping across the concrete filling the air with an earsplitting noise until it his the post and stopped. When Sabastian looks up, he will see Kuznet sitting in a chair, his elbows on his knees and his hands covering his mouth slightly as he stares at the little blond.

For once, he didn't look completely put together. His clothes were clean and straight, but his dirty blond, almost light brown hair, was hanging down very slightly in front of his eyes and he looked as if he had missed a few nights of sleep.
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Damaris crossed her arms and stared him down for a moment. She then clicked her tongue and shook her head slightly.

"So you want to leave? Well, I won't stop you, but I must say, you're a fucking idiot if you think going out there alone is a good idea, especially if you just want to get your dick wet."

 

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Sayori slowly came back to consciousness. Though she had woken up in the middle of the night, it had truly only been due to the tremendous hunger that had demanded attention. Afterwards, she had continued to sleep like a rock. As she woke up, she found herself nestled against a cool body, an arm holding her close. Usually it would alarm her, but there was something familiar about the person's smell that put her at ease.

Her eyes slowly opened, blinking when she saw that it was Quint who was beside her. For just a moment, she wondered if she might have died. But if that were the case, then why would Quint also be dead? The woman flicked her eyes around his cell, taking stock of her surroundings without moving her head. It seemed very much like the room she had been in previously, only it was mostly just pillows. She smiled to herself when she remembered what Sabastian had said about there being bean bags galore.

"Quint?" her soft voice said hesitantly, the woman's large brown eyes looking up at him. It was so nice to see his face again, to know for sure that he was unharmed and still alright here by himself.

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Oh fuck, he wasn't sure what it was, but that was probably the most horrible sound he had ever heard in his life so far. Sabastian sat up, looking around for why he had heard such a thing, his eyes landing on the general. He assumed the man was upset with him by the way he had taken the brace off the chair and done away with it. Technically, Sabastian might have enough juice at that moment to actually give the man a hard punch, though he knew that in this place it was either aim to kill or forget about it.

Fighting or punching him served no purpose and would only result in heartache for himself, Sayori, and Quint.

Sabastian looked over at the man and adjusted himself so that he was sitting against the wall on his bed, facing Kuznet. He wasn't going to be the first one to speak, simply waiting for the man to tell him what he wanted to say. Unlike Sayori, Sabastian was perfectly content to wait for hours, the silence not bothering him in the slightest.

It was curious that Kuznet didn't look as well-kept today. Sabastian wondered if it might have been so on purpose. Why he would do such a thing, he wasn't sure, but the general was nothing if not cunning.

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"Yes, I told you I was leaving when we had our little chat yesterday. Alone, in a group, it doesn't matter. Either way, something could happen to me. In some ways it's better this way as I'll attract less attention on my travels." He frowned, not liking the way she seemed to be looking down on him. She didn't know anything about him and yet she presumed to know whether he was an idiot or not, and probably thought she was better that him.

"Who said that's the only reason I'm leaving? Besides, I doubt you would understand, what with you already having someone who can play footsie with you at night. I on the other hand, don't." He took another drink and then set the glass down on the counter, leaning back against it and giving her an annoyed look.

 

[Drobabes]

"Quint?"

He looked down at her and immediately sat his book down on the bed by his side.

"Hey sleeping beauty" he said softly, an easy smile taking over his expression as he turned towards her a bit and pulled her into a soft hug against his side with both his arms.

"I thought I was going to have to start reading spell books and learning incantations to wake you up."
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The General watched him for a long moment more, and then he sat back and ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it back and out of his face. It was true that he was upset, although it had nothing to do with his prisoners, and everything to do with insubordination. The sooner he was able to replace his human pawns, the better. But in the mean time, some new blood might just do the trick.

"Tell me, Sabastian...do you enjoy not having to wear that brace?"
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"Besides, I doubt you would understand, what with you already having someone who can play footsie with you at night."

She hadn't really been giving him any kind of nasty looks before besides a bit of cold anger for upsetting Lizz, but those next words seem to spark a bit of fire behind her eyes. She full on glares at him as she steps forward, quickly closing the distance between them until she is just a few feet from him, and then she throws the rag in his face as she yells, "you know what, fuck you!"

"Why don't you go out there then? I doubt you'll have much luck once they get you in bed and realize how fucking small it actually is. All the muscle in the world can't make up for a small pecker" she snarls, reaching out gesturing at his well built arm with one of her nails.

 

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Sayori had been starved for real physical affection, so she accepted his hug gladly, leaning into him and putting one of her own arms around him. She smiled, reminded of the first time they met when he had called her sleeping beauty at that time as well. At the time, she hadn't even wanted to tell him her name for fear that she might disappear one day. Now, she hoped Quint kept her name in his pocket, to look at and remember if she was ever to meet an unfortunate end.

He wasn't warm, his body actually feeling cool against her own, but nevertheless it brought warmth to the woman's heart. It felt like a long time since she had seen him last. She wasn't sure why she had been placed in his temporary care, but she wasn't going to question a good thing, not if she got to spend time with him.

Looking up at him with a playful expression, she responded, "ah, but the sleeping beauty in the story only woke up for true love's kiss... though I bet if she had just been offered some coffee, that would have done the trick too." At that moment, her stomach grumbled and her cheeks went slightly pink from the embarrassment of that.

"Speaking of which, they didn't leave any food for me, did they?" She didn't want to get up from the bed with Quint, but she knew that if she didn't eat, her stomach would only become more and more insistent.

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"The brace chafes like a bitch, so yes. I very much enjoy not wearing it." Sabastian kept his response short, thinking to himself that the General looked like he had even less patience today than normal. He would say that the general looked like shit, but really he only looked slightly disheveled and tired. Still, he wondered what had ruffled his feathers so much, and could only assume that this was about what happened last night.

All he could really do was wonder though, as he waited for a response from the large man. He felt like the man was leading into something, perhaps about to tell him what would happen if he attempted to remove his brace once more.

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Maverick flinched and quickly swatted the dirty towel out of his face, glaring right back at her. She got angry so easily this woman, and she was constantly being confrontational. He hadn't known her for very long, but he had to say that she really got under his skin.

"Why don't you go out there then? I doubt you'll have much luck once they get you in bed and realize how fucking small it actually is. All the muscle in the world can't make up for a small pecker"

The man narrowed his eyes at her, offended that she would say such an underhanded thing. Not to mention the fact that she was totally wrong. His dick was pretty big, certainly larger than average. Still, he wasn't going to just take her bullshit laying down. He straightened up, bringing himself to his full height as he prepared to give her a taste of her own medicine.

"Yeah?! My dick is big enough to satisfy any woman I fuck, I'll have you know- my muscles are just a bonus!" He leaned forward and got closer to her, looking into those fierce, dark eyes of hers. Even while pissed, he couldn't help but notice how gorgeous she was. Perhaps that was why her insult prickled him more than it might normally have.

"And I'm surprised you're even able to get laid. You've got so much vinegar in that sour body of yours that I'd bet your pussy is pickled. Does Lizz make a sour face whenever she goes down there?"

 

[Drobabes]

"...though I bet if she had just been offered some coffee, that would have done the trick too."

He let out a laugh, and then he turned and reached for the book he had sat down. Bringing it over, he held it up to show her the cover.

"Ah, but the real trick is that the coffee had to be brewed by prince charming, otherwise it won't work."

He gave her a big grin then, enjoying her company immensely. He hadn't been quite so starved for physical attention, but Francis only dropped by about as often as he did with Sayori, and while he truly did love the man, it wasn't the same as having a peer.

Her stomach growling made him laugh again, and he nodded to her question. The warmth of her body was comforting, however, and he didn't feel like getting up off the bed, so instead he let two of his tentacles come out and grip the large tray that was sitting on one of the chairs. It was a bit tricky trying to hold the thing without thumbs, so he had to concentrate for a second. Once he got it on the bed, he threw up his hands like he had just performed a magic trick.

"Ta-da! World's best circus freak, serving the nation breakfast all year round! Todays menu is...ew, gross. Powdered scrambled eggs and canned veggies. Here," he scooted the tray over to her.

"You can have my share, that smells awful."
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"Hmm."

He looked around the cell, his eyes glancing at the broken wall momentarily before coming back to meet Sabastin's.

"Then I will make you an offer. I would like you to play a role today. If you can play this role, than I will leave that brace off for the foreseeable future."

He went quiet then, waiting to see how the little blond would respond to his offer. Would he blindly agree? Or would he have questions? The stubborn ones always had interested him the most. Their will was so strong, yet so easy to break if you knew which buttons to push.
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Damaris held her ground as he came closer, his voice raising slightly doing little to cower her. Although, once he was closer, she noticed for the first time how lovely he smelled. She doubted he was wearing any cologne, but his natural scent was quite pleasing nonetheless.

"You've got so much vinegar in that sour body of yours that I'd bet your pussy is pickled. Does Lizz make a sour face whenever she goes down there?"

She had been glaring right back at him, but upon hearing those words, her eyes widened a bit. Her face then slowly started to crumple, and in the next moment, she let out a loud laugh, turning away from him slightly as one hand went to cover her mouth and the other went to her hip. It only seems to last but a moment before she regains her composure, and then she turns back to him slowly, her face only a few inches from his own now.

"No, it's not. Not that you would know. But I bet you would like to find out," she says, her voice suddenly changing to something a bit more heady.

"Wouldn't you?"

She still had a bit of a glare on her face, but now she was staring at him with something else behind those dark eyes, as if trying to challenge him into making it something more.

 

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Sayori's smile brightened further upon hearing that laugh of his. It reminded her of just how much she missed him and enjoyed his company. The smile went all the way to her eyes, crinkling them slightly with mirth. She looked at the book he brought over with interest, wondering how many of those drinks she was able to make without looking at the recipe. The coffee items were a bit out of her range right now, but maybe someday she would delve into the world of coffee.

His comment about coffee brewed by Prince Charming made her let out a little giggle, the woman imagining in her head Quint as a hoity toity prince, pouring a cup of coffee and then tripping and accidentally splashing it on a sleeping princess. Were that the case, she could just imagine him saying 'oops, my bad!'

She watched his tentacles with interest as they went over to get the tray. Those milky white appendages seemed to be pretty versatile, and she wondered whether he had started to use them for other normal things like he would for his normal hands.

"You can have my share, that smells awful."

The woman looked up at him with a bit of concern for a moment before reluctantly accepting the tray. Scooting up into more of a sitting position, she continued to allow herself to remain pressed against him. Sayori wondered if he wasn't just pretending to be disgusted to give her more food as that seemed like a selfless thing he might do. She couldn't force him to eat though, and he seemed too stubborn to eat it if he had decided that he wouldn't. All she could do was accept his kindness with gratitude.

"Well, if you were the one delivering it, I would definitely consider it the nation's best breakfast." She speared some of her eggs with her spork and popped the food in her mouth, chewing and swallowing for a moment before looking at him with a smile. "They really do skimp on the salt though, don't they? Hmm... If civilization comes back, I don't think you'd be a circus freak, they'd probably rope you into the porn industry instead." Sayori laughed and pointed her spork at him, "Tentacle zombie man finds love with twins, Candy and Kitty."

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Sabastian pursed his lips and looked at the man warily. They said "never make a deal with the devil" and he was really feeling those words right now. What could Kuznet possibly want him to do? He had said he wanted the blonde to "play a role" today, but that could mean practically anything. Sabastian could be forced to play the part of an evil-hearted guard chosen to punish another prisoner, or Kuznet could try to ask him to pretend to be cruel to Sayori. Why he would do that, he didn't know; it was best not to try to get into the head of that psychopath.

"Leaving my brace off for "the foreseeable future" is a very vague promise when I don't even know what you really want me to do- that could mean minutes or days. While it chafes, it's not something I hate to the point where I'd do something sick or cruel for you. What exactly are you trying to get from me?" His voice was guarded, the smaller man not wanting to blindly be taken advantage of. He wasn't so dumb that he would see a carrot in the man's hand and haphazardly run toward him.

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The man was slightly taken aback when she turned and laughed at him. What he said hadn't been that funny, had it? His face flushed slightly in anger and embarrassment and he shifted on his feet. That being said, her laugh sounded genuine and was pretty damn sexy in his opinion with how honeyed her lower voice was. Even though he was currently pissed at her, he found himself wanting to hear it more.

"No, it's not. Not that you would know. But I bet you would like to find out... Wouldn't you?"

Now that was low, using that seductive voice of hers to mock him, challenge him. The thought of it turned him on though, the man truly wanting to know what it felt like between those long, strong legs of hers. He'd be damned if he would admit it though, not wanting to lose this battle of wills now that he had been riled up.

Maverick slowly walked forward and used his body to back her up into a wall, resting one of his arms against it near her shoulder and leaning in. "Who says I would? Even if I did, you're probably rusty from not having gotten any dick in ages. Desperate as I am, I doubt you could even make me cum." His eyes burned into her, flicking down for a moment to appraise her body before coming back up. What was this situation? He was simultaneously turned on and angry, almost feeling like he could be pushed over the edge at any moment.

 

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Her laughter lightened his heart and filled him with mirth. He loved being able to make people laugh, as he had always been the type to like the attention. Plus, it made it a bit easier to ignore the bond he shared with Sabastian. Although, much like keeping something in the corner of his eye, he kept the feelings of the link somewhat under his attention, as more of a background noise. If anything major happened, he was still paying attention enough to help.

The look of concern just made him smile and shrug. They didn't withhold the food from him, as they wanted that healing goop of his on the daily, so he wasn't very hungry. At least, not at the moment, though he imagined he could probably rival his sister now in appetite with how much his body had changed.

"Hmm... If civilization comes back, I don't think you'd be a circus freak, they'd probably rope you into the porn industry instead...Tentacle zombie man finds love with twins, Candy and Kitty."

His grin went ear to ear and then he started laughing hard, his head leaning back against the wall as he closed his eyes and his chest shook. When he had gotten it all out, he had to reach up to wipe tears away from the corners of his eyes.

"Okay, okay, I would be lying if I said I probably wouldn't at least consider an offer. But Candy and Kitty? Come on! At least throw in a Leslie and her cousin from Illinois! I got six hands now, after all!" he said, bringing his other tentacles out to further his point. He moved them out in front of them, and then straightened them out a bit.

"And don't forget, I'm half sex machine now!"

The two tentacles on top began to quiver as he tried to 'vibrate' them, and the other two below started to twirl in little circles as he tried his best to keep his concentration and make those strange whirring noises once more.
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Kuznet smiled, enjoying the fact that the little blond had yet to lose his stubborn attitude. It was amusing to say the least, and helped to ease some of the irritation. He was also looking forward to seeing his reaction after he built the nest. Niles could be very irritating at times, but his young officer knew how to deliver when it came to suggestions.

"I will leave the brace off so long as you continue to obey my orders. As for what I want of you...simply give into to what you are, Sabastian."

He leaned forward slightly, entertwining his fingers together and sitting his hands down into his lap.

"I want you to lie to one of my young soldiers, and tell them you are the reason that my second ended up in the hospital with half his ribs broken. Of course, little Quinton is the real reason Niles ended up in that hospital bed, but my little apprentice does not need to know that."

Those icy blue eyes stared at him, a slow smile curving his lips to reveal just a bit of his teeth.

"We will also not breathe a word of why you are really here-to take care of our little Sayori, now will you?"
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Instead of moving back at his close proximity, Damaris let his body rub against her soft curves, letting him physically move her back. The feeling of his hard muscles rubbing against her chest sent a wave of heat straight down to her core and her breathe quickened ever so slightly.

"Even if I did, you're probably rusty from not having gotten any dick in ages. Desperate as I am, I doubt you could even make me cum."

She caught the way he looked down and then back up, and it made her let out the smallest of breaths as her lips curved into a seductive little smile.

"Riiight" she said, letting one of her hands come forward and slowly drag her nails down over his shirt until she felt the top of his pants. She then took hold of his belt and yanked him forward, forcing his groin to rub up against her own.

"Like you wouldn't cum right here on the spot if I commanded you to?"

It was said as a question, but the look on her face was more challenging, as if at any second she was going to pop the button on his pants, drop them, and then take hold of his cock and use it to walk him upstairs.

 

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His response made it her turn to laugh hard, her light voice ringing out in the room as her own shoulders shook. The sight of all four of his tentacles out and vibrating and wiggling like that was too much. She tried to wind down and take a couple breaths, but as soon as she did, the giggles started up again and she closed her eyes, the corners watering slightly as she leaned into his shoulder and her giggles escalated into laughter again. Closed though her eyes were, she could still hear that hilarious buzzing of his. It was so accurate too that it made it all the more funny.

"Stop it! You're going to make me pass out! Whoo! Whoo!" Once again she tried to wind down, fanning herself with one of her hands and giving him a grin before she was able to finally calm down.

Sayori got a little mischievous smile on her face and said, "well who said all of your hands and tentacles wouldn't be put to good use with just two pornstars? After all, I never said they each only got one." She swept her hand in front of them as though imagining another video title. "Tentacle man: All holes all night- The holy trinity!" She couldn't help but start laughing again, giving up on eating her food for now. Her stomach hurt slightly from the laughter, but she felt as though her soul was being lifted from the darkness that had crept up on her. Quint made her feel like everything was going to be okay one way or another, and that every moment was meant to be enjoyed to the fullest.

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That smile of his was unsettling, Sabastian thinking to himself that he preferred when the General had that emotionless face. At the mention of "giving in to what he was" he frowned and tensed, not liking what that might have been implying. If the general wanted him to do more fucked up zombie shit like impregnate more women or kill and eat someone, then he was going to have to do a hard pass on this one.

"I want you to lie to one of my young soldiers, and tell them you are the reason that my second ended up in the hospital with half his ribs broken..."


Sabastian's frown turned into a look of confusion and hesitance. So Kuznet wanted him to pretend to be a big-bad zombie so that the new recruit thought that they were all irredeemable, evil people. Basically brainwashing the dude into believing what the General told him. If the general wanted him, he was probably a bad dude, or at least a clueless one. Still, it confused him as to why it was important for the general to basically put on a show for him.

"Of course I won't mention her. If I were to do that, the poor fuck would probably end up pistol-whipped and tossed in a dark hole." He then went quiet, looking at Kuznet with a hard look.

He mulled over Kuznet's offer, still thinking that the reward was a bit too vague for his taste, but maybe the man would be amenable to adding something in to sweeten the pot. "That task isn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I can pretend to be a piece of shit in exchange for keeping the cuff off, but if you really want me to sell it, then I would want a picture of Vin. I know that fuck with the camera probably has a shitload of them, but I only need one good one." He held up one finger, waiting to see if Kuznet would agree. It was a simple request, really. One that he could easily grant. The question was really whether Kuznet would feel offended that Sabastian was bargaining with him, or feel like Sabastian didn't respect that he was in control.

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The way her nails drifted down his chest and abdomen made his cock stir, the man feeling a heavy sexual tension between them at this point. If he wasn't mistaken, she almost seemed interested in finding out whether he could put his money where his mouth was. He found his belt pulled forward a moment later, involuntarily letting out a groan through clenched teeth as he felt himself rub against her.

"Like you wouldn't cum right here on the spot if I commanded you to?"

Maverick glowered at her for a moment, wondering where she got the audacity to imply that he would ever cum so quickly, in his pants no less. He felt a fierce hunger for her, the woman pushing buttons in him that he hadn't known were really there. Of course in being such a flirt, he had dealt with rejection before, even cruel rejection where a woman would call him names or insult his manhood. However, it never really phased him like Damaris's words did. When she did it, it was as though she was challenging him to prove otherwise.

The next moment, he crushed his lips against hers, ravenously kissing her as though trying to force his will upon her. His hot breath intermingled with hers, his hands grabbing her plump ass and roughly lifting her so he could slam her against the wall and pin her there. It wasn't hard enough to hurt her, but he would be lying if he said he was trying to be gentle. Their embrace was a battle, one that he fully intended to win. He was going to make her cum on his cock, make her moan in bliss and eat her words. When she lay in bed next to him afterwards, she would have no choice but to shower him with compliments.

Maverick was so fucking hard right now, grinding his hefty bulge against her crotch. He could feel her heat from between her legs and it was driving him nuts. This was going to be nothing like fucking any of the other women he had been with before. Even in a good-natured way, he had never experienced lust this intense. It was a lust that made him almost want to rip off her clothes and fuck her till she begged him for mercy.

There was the possibility that Vin could come back at some point afterward and break his nose for fucking his sister, but he didn't give a shit. If Damaris wanted him to stop, she could always tell him to do so or go for his eyes- he knew she was the type of woman who knew how to take care of herself. He wasn't going to force himself on her, but if she had rattled the tiger's cage to get a response, then she was going to feel his claws.

Pulling away from her lips, he growled in her ear, "here, or in your room?" With that, he moved his lips to her neck, sucking hard and pinching her skin slightly from his enthusiasm.

 

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He noticed her trying to calm her mad giggles, so he put the full force of his charm and humour into what he was doing, even going so far as to change the rhythm of his whirring sounds, to simulate different settings. There was no way he was going to let her stop laughing now that he had got her going.

"Stop it! You're going to make me pass out! Whoo! Whoo!"

That little sound she made as she tried to get herself under control had him losing his focus and for just a brief moment, he faltered. Letting out a little laugh, he shook his head and then tried to get back into the rhythm he had been in, but found he simply couldn't, so he finally let Sayori have her break.

"well who said all of your hands and tentacles wouldn't be put to good use with just two pornstars?"

He raised his eyebrows, looking down at her as he tried to control the sneaking laughter that was starting to work itself up into his chest. However, when she brought her hand up and then gave him that epic title, he completely loses his shit.

His eyes squint close and he starts laughing so hard that the air forces itself out of his lungs so hard that he wheezes slightly. When he's able to get more air back into his lungs, his laughter takes on a different pitch entirely, becoming high and squeaky.

Suddenly he's falling away from Sayori, gently laying down on his side against the bed as that squeaky, high pitched laughter completely takes over him and he wraps his normal arms around his ribs to hug himself. His tentacles remain out, but they simply lay down by his side on the bed, behind them.
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"...but if you really want me to sell it, then I would want a picture of Vin."

He let out just a small chuckle, his smile going back to that more casual expression.

"Hm. I suppose that is a fair trade."

He stood from his chair and ran his hand through his hair once more, and then started for the door. He didn't turn back as he spoke.

"If your performance is pleasing, Sabastian, then you will have your picture."

He was gone then, leaving Sabastian alone in his cell with nothing but the broken brace and some awful powdered eggs for breakfast.
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Her dark eyes continued to to stare up at his own, the challenge never leaving her expression. When at last he crushed his lips to her own, she finally closed her eyes and let out a hungry moan.

If he was trying to force his will upon her, then Damaris was as much trying to force hers upon him. Her hands went to each side of his face, holding him to her as his tongue tried to claim her mouth, and her hips moved forward to grind up the length of his cock. His hands on her ass made her almost growl, and when he lifts her to pin her against that cold, hard surface behind her, her legs wrap around his waist and hold him with iron strength, her hot sex grinding against him once again.

"here, or in your room?"

She sucked in air like she was drowning, and her hand quickly travelled down his back and then up and under his shirt. Once she could feel his shoulders, her claws came out and she dug her nails into his skin, hard.

"Bedroom," she panted, bringing her hands down along each side of his spine to leave her mark.

"Now."

She had tilted her face to the side a bit, to give him better access to her neck, but after she growled out her command, she flipped her hair to the side a bit and then tilted her own mouth down to his shoulder. Her teeth sought out his skin, and she bit him with animalistic lust. Not hard enough to cut him, of course, but certainly enough to convey how little patience she had.

 

[Poprockz]

The way Quint squinted his eyes and started wheezing triggered Sayori once more, the woman unable to hold herself back from laughing with him about how ridiculous it all was. She couldn't imagine Quint as a pornstar in reality, the man simply too much of a jokester to be able to produce any serious romance videos. He was the sort of man who heard a pussy queef during sex and have to take a break due to a fit of giggles. She could just imagine him saying something super corny like, "better out and in, I always say!"

"Don't die yet, Quint! You still have to fulfill your destiny as the-the world's most talented ppffft porn star. The first man to be in more than - whoo! whoo! - six categories of pornhub, including the hentai section!" Sayori trembled from laughter, doing everything she could to keep her food tray from going all over the place. The woman then made a little impression between giggles, using the cutest porn voice she could, "Quint-san, onegaaaaishimasu! Kimochii!"

At that point she had to put the tray down where Quint used to be, using her hand to slide it to the foot of the bed so she could continue to laugh. It felt so good to laugh with him, she never wanted it to end. It made everything that had happened yesterday feel like a silly nightmare that was left behind.

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"If your performance is pleasing, Sabastian, then you will have your picture."

"Hmph." Sabastian said after Kuznet had left. The General didn't seem perturbed by his request, but it remained to be seen whether he would actually follow through on his promise. He knew for a fact that his performance would be more than adequate. It was his goal to make whoever he brought in disgusted and appalled. It wasn't enough to act like a big scary monster- one had to act as though they didn't consider themselves a monster. He knew just the perfect person to replicate: Margaret. If he could do a convincing impression of her, then he knew that he could pull it off.

He had known the woman for many years, able to get a good idea of how much of a manipulative cunt she could be. And beyond that, the week he had spent with her after she turned only made his disgust with her intensify. That picture of Vin was as good as his.

The man wrinkled his nose as he smelled the eggs and veggies, thinking to himself that even to normal people they must smell like shit. Still, it was food, and he was going to have to eat it. They probably dosed his eggs with his normal meds, so the General would be pissed if he didn't shovel down this garbage.

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"Bedroom. Now."

His hips involuntarily jerked as her nails dug into him, the man closing his eyes and clenching his teeth as they dragged down his skin. Damn that was hot. She was like fire, hot, bright, and deadly, threatening to consume him and leave him as a pile of ashes in her wake. A growl rumbled in his chest as her teeth bared down on him, the pain of it only making his blood boil hotter.

Maverick vaguely remembered where her bedroom was upstairs, wrenching her back from the wall and starting to quickly stalk to the stairs. He had to stop at the foot of them to groan and squeeze her ass before he started to climb. It wasn't tough for him, carrying her up there, and by the time he got to the top, he was only mildly out of breath. His panting was more due to the insatiable lust that had sunk its teeth into him though.

When they got to her bedroom door, he once again slammed her against it on the outside, using one of his hands to hold her up while the other briefly went to the doorknob and opened it impatiently. He stepped inside and used his leg to slam the door shut behind them. If she wanted to lock the door, then that was her prerogative, but he didn't have time for that bullshit right now- he had a woman who needed to be shown how "small" his pecker was.

Upon reaching the bed, he tossed her backward onto it, glaring down at her as he quickly took off his shirt and tossed it aside as her body bounced for the last time on her mattress. He had to say that she looked sexy as hell, her black hair spread behind her and her breasts jiggling from the impact. His chest was broad and muscled, his smooth brown skin accented with curly black chest hair. "Last chance to back out, Damaris." His voice egged her on, daring her to turn tail and run from the man that was now kicking off his shoes and socks as though even a second wasted was too much.

 

[Drobabes]

He was just barely holding it together, his laughing now coming more from the way his ribs were tickling him that from Sayori's own laughter. Although, her 'whoo!' was not helping. Now the whole bed was shaking from the man, his face actually becoming wet as tears began to fall down his cheeks.

Quint was just beginning to recover, to be able to even start to breathe in a breath, when suddenly she let loose with that adorable kawaii voice. Once again the man lost it, curling up into a ball and wheezing once more. However, this time, instead of just remaining on his side, he forced himself to open his eyes as he crawls off the bed and onto the ground. Once on the ground, he then turns and starts to crawl under the mattress, like a dog trying to escape a bath.

"S-stop! Haha! Sayori stop, I ca-! HA! I can't breathe!"

He was halfway under the bed now, the whole mattress shaking once more from his fit.
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It would be a minute before Sabastian had any visitors, and for the moment, it seems as if Quinton has completely lost any semblance of trying to 'quiet' their link, or ignore the man on the other end. He was simply too consumed with the mental image of ridiculous hentai and Sayori's cutesy voice.
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She pulled herself up from the position she had been tossed into; for a moment just sitting up on her elbow to watch Maverick with lust. Her hair had become a bit unkempt from his rough handling, and now it stood up in some spots, stray hairs only adding to that warrior look that she had about her.

At his verbal challenge, she bit her lip and then got up onto her hands and knees. She crawled to the edge of the bed, her eyes glaring up at him like a panther about to strike on it's prey.

"Shut the fuck up and come over here."

Once he was close, she didn't give him the chance to make the next move. She reaches out and all but claws at his pants, quickly unbuckling his belt and undoing them. She then pulls them down, along with his underwear, a bit roughly.

Damaris had been intent on simply taking that hot meat into her mouth, but as his cock suddenly sprang before her eyes, she takes pause. Her eyes soften, if only slightly, from their hungry lust to take on a look of wonder. Letting out a shocked breath, she slowly reaches up to take hold of his hard member, watching as it jumps slightly within her grasp. Her eyes then slowly travel up his chest and rest on his own dark eyes as she pants, her warm breath blowing out over his velvety head.

"Your cock is godly, Maverick."

And she meant every word. The man looked as if he had been sculpted from the essence of some legendary warrior, sent down to earth to impregnate the young maidens of the land.

Damaris couldn't wait any longer, her eyes breaking away from his so that she could look down just long enough to take him between her soft lips. Her eyes close, and she lets out a moan of need, her mouth soon bobbing halfway down his length as if she needs that cum to survive. She comes back up slowly, and then bobs back down. The next time that she comes up, she lets her fingers grip his length, and her eyes slowly open to look up and meet his gaze.

 

[Poprockz]

Sayori felt a a swell of pride and satisfaction that she had made him laugh hard enough for him to try and hide under the bed. Rolling over onto her stomach, she wiggled to the edge of the bed and watched as Quint's legs disappeared underneath. The woman wiggled a bit further and leaned over the side, looking at him upside-down with a grin on her face. Her hair was pulled down by gravity, giving her a funny, ruffled look. The pearl necklace didn't budge, the pearls wrapped tightly enough around her throat to keep themselves in place. Since there wasn't a mirror in their cell, she was unaware of the large love bite the General had marked her neck with.

After each meal, Sayori of course had been tasked with applying the ointment he had given her, though she had missed a dose last night after dinner. Usually she was pretty diligent about following directions, but she had simply been so tired that she couldn't stay awake, not knowing that she had accidentally been drugged. As she lay on her belly carefully, she thought to herself for just a moment that she should probably apply the ointment after breakfast.

Despite the physical mark on her body and the collar around her neck, the smaller woman grinned at Quint, looking as though she had been lifted from that reality by their conversation, Kuznet's cruelty forgotten.

"Okay okay. I promise to let you catch your breath, but I can't make any promises for the future," she said teasingly. With that, she mused for just a moment before continuing. "I'm not sure why they're letting me visit you, but I'm glad they did. It is so good to laugh with you."

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Sabastian diligently ate his disgusting breakfast, thinking to himself that the kitchen was clever for disbursing the shit food in between the good meals. That way the people wouldn't feel like the food quality was steadily declining after a while. If only they added a bit more salt, it would almost be forgivable.

Despite the gross food at the end of his spork, he couldn't help but smile when he felt the mirth on the other end of the line. It felt like Quint was laughing super hard, his mind almost hazy from the hilarity of what he was thinking. He got the distinct impression that it was directed at Sayori, Sabastian almost being able to hear her vaguely saying something sexual.

Speaking of which, was she with Quint? He put his now empty food tray down on his bed and wandered over to her side, taking note that she was indeed gone. It made sense since Kuznet didn't want that young recruit to know that he was basically keeping a woman as a breeding tool and toy for his own sick sexual gratification. God he hoped they'd be out before he could sink his teeth into her further. If he didn't end up using condoms, she could very well end up pregnant with his child, and to force her to bear it would be exceedingly cruel.

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"Mm..." A little rumble of approval came from his chest as she crawled toward him, the lithe movements of her form making his eyes caress every curve he could see. He would look forward to touching each mountain and valley on her bountiful body, the man thinking to himself that he was going to enjoy giving her a personal massage whenever she asked for it. If he was going to change his mind about leaving, that is.

Her response to his words made him chuckle, moving forward to obey her command. He had expected her not to waste time, but he hadn't expected her to be so impatient in undressing him. It amused him that it almost wasn't an exaggeration to say that she ripped his pants off, her hands yanking them down in one swift movement. Having his cock free made him groan, the throbbing pole of meat bobby slightly from the previous movement.

He had known that she would be pleased to see that her initial assumption about his size was incorrect, but he hadn't expected that slight look of wonder. It made his chest swell with pride to think that his cock might be the most impressive one she had seen. Looking at her, he wondered how long it had really been since she had fucked a man. She didn't seem like the social type, especially with the dickwads who currently lived in the town nearby.

"Your cock is godly, Maverick."

Damaris's words made him surprised, exceedingly pleased but surprised nonetheless. He could tell she wasn't one to flatter other people and didn't seem to feel the need to give out compliments for the sake of it. For that reason, he knew that her compliment was genuine, his cock having exceeded her expectations. He would just have to show her how godly his cock could be while fucking her senseless.

All he could do was pant and lean his head back slightly as the wet heat of her mouth enveloped him, that moan of need making his abs tighten and his cock twitch. Maverick wasn't one to cum prematurely, but he'd be lying if he said that she didn't make him want to pop his cork and fill her with bubbly. There was simply something about her that made him feel like he was going through puberty or some shit, insatiable desire on a hair trigger. There was no fucking way he was going to cum so soon for her though, not wanting to give her any reason to doubt his prowess. He swallowed hard and forced himself to look back down at her, to watch her move her luscious lips up and down his shaft.

Usually when women sucked him off, their eyes almost seemed to say, "Do you like this? I hope this pleases you." What he saw in Damaris's eyes was something completely different. She knew she was skilled and there was no doubt in her mind that she would have him cumming in her mouth sooner or later. Her eyes burned with lust and self-assuredness, and that only made him harder for her. Reaching down, he ran his fingers through her hair and let his hand rest at the back of her head; her hair felt just as lovely as he imagined it would.

 

[Drobabes]

He was so taken away with their impromptu laughing fit, that for just a brief, merciful, moment in time, Quint all but forgot about where he really was. That little face peaking at him from over the bed made him snort and almost start laughing anew, and he has to quickly clamp his hands over his mouth to stop himself.

From that angle, she looked like a wild little fairy, or perhaps a pixie. Because her hair was already short, when it hung down like that, it looked almost spiky in an adorable way, and her wide, toothy grin only added to the effect. He knew that if he kept staring at her, then he was going to have to crack a whole new joke about Peter in a Pan and the Lost Men, and that would just get them going all over again. So instead, he turns his face down into his hands and finally let's his laughter die down.

"I'm not sure why they're letting me visit you, but I'm glad they did. It is so good to laugh with you."

He took a deep, satisfying breathe, and then he let his face come back out to give her a soft smile. These little moments were so precious when you were a prisoner, so even though his eyes did briefly glance at her hickey, he chose to keep pretending as if everything was alright.

"Me too."

He could have come back out then, but there was something very comforting about hiding under that mattress. Perhaps it was just the nostalgia, but it reminded him of when he and Cory would build pillow forts and then pretend to be superheroes.

"Hey" he whispered, suddenly getting a glint in his eye and a mischievous grin.

"Come hide under the bed with me. We'll talk about who our favorite super heroes are."
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Tommy couldn't help but notice how tired Francisco looked. To be fair, the man always looked tired, but today seemed to have been wearing especially hard on him.

"Rough night?" he asked with a smile.

"Fuck yea. I had to get up an-"

Francisco was interrupted as he let out a loud sneeze, the noise echoing throughout the service tunnel.

"...to get up and lead a team with General Kuznet. I don't know what dumbass made that call, but they better watch their ass. It was a complete false alarm."

"Shit," Tommy said, briefly looking away to reach out and push the button for the elevator.

"That sucks; you guys barely get sleep as it is."

Tommy wouldn't say it out loud, but he knew who had made that call, and he knew who had given them the idea. He would make sure his boys didn't get into too much trouble for his secret little rendezvous, but he had to get those supplies sent out. And Francisco had told him the more he kept to himself, the smoother things would go, so he hadn't even informed the man of what he was planning. He did not, however, have to send out his love letter to Jesse, begging for her forgiveness and asking that she please just have patience with him. But his guilt was heavy, and he was already struggling to carry the load on his shoulders.

"Francisco."

That was The General on the radio, and for just a brief second, Tommy felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise up. The man was cunning, but he wasn't a mind reader, was he?

"Sweet Baby Rays, how can I be of service?"

"Drop Tommy off at my office before you head out. I have work that I need to bring him in on."

"Yes sir, just give me a few extra to get these old legs workin. You know, I think our secret date last night gave me a case of the blues-I've been sneezing all morning, and you know I only sneeze in winter."

Both Francisco and Tommy heard a bit of a chuckle on the other end, after that brief bleep, but before Kuznet spoke.

"Careful Fran. If you fall for my icy heart, I may just have to eat your soul."

Tommy bristled again, knowing their joking was only for show, for the act, but also understanding all too well the real threat behind those words.

"Baby Rays, you know I'm already yours. Semper Fi, till the day I die."

There was another light chuckle, and then,

"See you soon Francisco."

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About twenty minutes later, Sabastian would hear the sound of boots on the concrete, and then, both Kuznet and Niles came to stand in front of his cell. Niles was now sporting an arm brace and a leg crutch. His face was stoically neutral as he moved back a bit, giving room for someone else to step up. Right before Sabastian got to see who it was, however, Kuznet looked pointedly at the little blond until he made eye contact and held it with him for a few seconds before looking away and gesturing with his hand for someone to come forward.

Tommy was very nervous to see the face of who was behind that cell. Not because he believed them to be innocent, not yet at least, but because The General had told him that they were infected. He had not been given any more information then that very general description, so he was fully expecting to see purple, cobwebbed eyes. Just like his mothers had been...

When he stepped in front of the glass, however, his jaw almost dropped open. Almost.

His eyes widened a bit, and then he looked up at Kuznet, as if asking if they had really gotten the right man.

"You must be surprised, Tommy," Kuznet said, putting his hands behind his back and then giving the boy a bit of a soft, sympathetic look.

"But I can assure you, this is the man who put officer Niles in the hospital. That one purple eye is proof enough."
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She watched him for just a moment more, her hand and mouth only becoming more enthusiastic as his hand weaved itself into her hair. Her eyes closed slowly, and she let out a satisfied moan, continuing to suck on his cock like it was the most delicious treat she had ever had.

After she felt like she had given him enough attention with her warm and wet tongue, she popped off of him and continued to simply stroke him with her hand. Her head leaned backwards a bit as she panted and slowly opened her eyes to look up at him once more. Fuck did she love that look of lust-she could wait until he was using those soft lips to touch her skin once more.

"You certainly weren't joking when you said your dick was big enough, weren't you? But are you just going to keep standing there and making me do all the work?"

Her tone wasn't as hard as it had been before, the women almost seeming to be attempting to joke with him in her own way, though the look she had on her face was far from humor. Her lips were parted just slightly, her breath coming out in short, quick little gasps, and her eyes were a bit hooded.

 

[Poprockz]

"Our favorite superheroes? Why even have that discussion? Obviously, everyone's favorite superhero is deadpool." With that, her face disappeared up and the next moment her dainty feet lighted upon the ground. She was still a bit hungry, so she collected all the scrambled eggs in one bowl and took them with her as she bent over and got on her hands and knees. Setting the bowl down near the bedpost, she carefully scooted underneath the bed with him so that she was laying on her back next to him. Her belly was a bit larger and more noticeable, but she still had no problems fitting under there with him. With that, she reached over, grabbed her egg bowl and turned on her side toward him, starting to dig into her breakfast.

"He's funny, crude, and covered in scars, and yet he has one of the most loving relationships in my opinion. At least in the movies, that is. I haven't read much of the comics, but he seems like he's still really humorous in there too. Aaaand... there are the Deadpool and Spiderman fanfics. So there's that too." She took a bite of egg, putting on an innocent face as she chewed, though the corners of her lips couldn't help but turn up slightly.
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As he heard the boots come closer, he knew that now was the time to get in character. Grabbing a chair, he simply pointed it out toward the cell window and sat down in it, awaiting the poor sap they were trying to induct into their disturbing little cult. It seemed like Niles was milking the injury card, pretending that he was actually fucked up more than he really was, as though he hadn't just barged in there and basically water-boarded his zombie prisoner last night.

His eyes met Kuznet's, but he didn't acknowledge him other than simply holding his gaze. He knew that it was the picture of Vin he was trying to get from the man, and he would be damned if he didn't get the chance to see that handsome man's smiling face again. More than that, those icy eyes were warning him that if he were to have second thoughts about playing nice, that he would be sure that a chafing brace was the least of his worries.

The person who then stepped forward from behind Niles shocked him a bit. So it was Tommy they were trying to recruit? Innocent, eager, love-struck Tommy? He honestly felt bad for the guy that he had been dragged into this, a puppy being carried by the scruff of his neck by a Siberian tiger. Still, he stifled his surprised reaction and simply raised an eyebrow, turning his mis-matched eyes to Tommy.

"You must be surprised, Tommy... But I can assure you, this is the man who put officer Niles in the hospital. That one purple eye is proof enough."

Ignoring Kuznet's statement, he sat back in his chair, putting on an air of laid-back interest as he crossed his legs and rested his hand on his knee. Body posture was important if he was going to sell this, wanting Tommy to think that he didn't give a shit if Tommy knew about him.

The next second he made a show of sniffing slightly and then wrinkling his nose, having smelt a little something on Tommy. "You know, Tommy. It's rude to beat your meat before coming to see a zombie. I can smell it all over your dick." He smirked, knowing that Tommy was likely to get flustered from such a statement, especially in front of a high-ranking officer such as the General. "Kudos for washing your hands at least, though." The blonde let out a little chuckle before continuing.

"In regards to hunkofficer Niles, honestly, I'm just the victim here; all I wanted was for him to bear my eggs. Is that so wrong? If you ask me, I feel like everyone just overreacted." He let that sink in for a second. That was the story he was going with because it was real to life. Every violet-eyed zombie he had heard of had two trademark features: the desire to lay eggs, and an unadulterated horniness for anyone they considered attractive. To act like a traditional monster and be outright aggressive wasn't going to be as believable, especially considering Tommy new he could act normal if he wanted to. Sabastian's goal was to have Tommy leaving with a sick and disturbed feeling in his stomach.

"I'd tell you the full story Tommy, but I feel like your virgin ears would burn off." His tone was condescending, the blonde tilting his head in amusement to the side slightly as though daring him to ask for the whole story.

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His hips had just started to get into a rhythm with her before she pulled off. Damn, it left him horny and hungry for more. All in good time though; he would soon bury his cock deep within her and they would both taste the sweet wine of bliss.

Maverick raised an eyebrow with a little smirk, "I mean... I was tempted. That mouth of yours is a force to be reckoned with."

Reaching down, he took the edges of her shirt and peeled it up and off of her, dropping it to the floor. His eyes fixed on her bra-clad breasts, eager to see their perfect forms, though he could wait just a little bit longer. He wanted to impress her, to show her that he was indeed worthy of praise and that he could make her melt from his efforts.

Since she was in a kneeling position, he bent his knees, sliding his hands under her ass and lifting her up so that she was standing at the edge of the bed. Reaching up, he unbuttoned her pants and unzipped them, pulling them down her legs impatiently in much the same way she had done to him, allowing her to step out of them as soon as they reached her ankles. His eyes fixed upon her pussy, the man finding a burning lust within himself to taste her and feel her quake from his own mouth.

His large but soft hands lightly caressed her legs near her knees, the man leaning forward and kissing her thigh a bit further down, his warm lips lingering on her skin. As though to warm her up, he slowly kissing his way up her thighs until he almost reached between her legs, the man then letting his tongue drag across her skin, further and further up until...

Maverick withdrew his tongue and his gaze traveled up her body to her face and he gave her a bit of a smug, yet mischievous look, sliding his hands up to her hips once again. In one smooth movement, he lifted her up. The woman was pulled up to his shoulders, her legs going around his neck and down his back as he held her in place. Going over to one of the bedroom walls, he let her lean against it, his breath already hot and heavy between her legs.

That was one good advantage of working out and getting the muscles he did- he could do things that made things exciting such as this. He would wager that she may have never been eaten out while on a man's shoulders before. Speaking of, his face leaned forward, his tongue dipping between her petals as he started to slide it up and down her slit. For now he was simply exploring, getting a taste for her. A groan of satisfaction came from him, loving the way her pussy tasted. His slick tongue slid around her clit a few times before continuing to lap at her wet sex.

 

[Drobabes]

Quint blinked in surprise, and then he started grinning like a fool. He still had that big grin as she came under the bed, and he scooted himself over for her. It was a bit weird, he noticed, but he had started to use his extra arms more and more. He might have had to shuffle and struggled a bit to get his big body moved over in such a tight space, but with those extra limbs, he kind of just picked himself up an inch or two and then moved himself over like he was just floating. Interesting, but a thought for later. Right now they were discussing Deadpool, and Deadpool took top priority.

"...and yet he has one of the most loving relationships in my opinion..."

"Right?! That's what I'm talking about!"

"Aaaand... there are the Deadpool and Spiderman fanfics."

He let out a snort and laugh, dropping his head down for a second before bringing it back up to look at her.

"Well I'm not too hot on the fanfics-although, I bet Ryan Reynolds could make any scene sexy. Okay, okay," he said, his voice taking on a bit more of that boyish high volume as he got excited and sat himself up a bit on his elbows.

"Favorite scene? I mean, it's impossible to pick just one, I know, but first one that comes to mind? For me it's the part where he meets her in the bar, and he's like 'I was touched by my uncle', and she just immediately whiplashes him with 'uncles."

He started laughing again, his shoulders shaking with mirth. Deadpool was one of his favorite super heroes for many reasons, but one of the major reasons he liked him was because of the major shit he had gone through, and yet still kept his humor.

Growing up, Francis had been like his own personal super hero. Though they had had to keep their relationship secret from Kuznet, Francis had really taught Quint how to get through those darker times, perhaps without even realizing it. He had done terrible things. Seen, terrible things, and yet he still kept going. He put a smile on and kept trucking until he reached his goal and then, only then, would he rest and let himself feel.

Of course, Quint hadn't been as tough, and Sarah had taught him a better balance. A way to still let himself deal with his emotions without letting them interfere with what he needed to get done, but he had looked up to Francis for many years, and then to the world of media and fiction when he reached those embarrassing teenage years.
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Tommy indeed did become flustered, his eyes seeming to have widened even further before his pale cheeks lighted up with a blush. He stared at Sabastian, a bit dumbfounded, before looking away and swallowing hard. His feet shuffled a bit, and he tried to stand up straight and tall to shrug off that terrible embarrassment, but he couldn't quite bring himself to look back into Sabastian's cell. That was, until Sabastian said something specific.

"...all I wanted was for him to bear my eggs. Is that so wrong? If you ask me, I feel like everyone just overreacted."

His head didn't whip around, as he was painfully aware of how Kuznet was watching him, but his eyes did. His light, sky blue eyes suddenly looked at Sabastian sharply and he furrowed his brows. To the General, he probably just looked angry, perhaps even slightly disgusted, and Tommy really hoped that's the vibe he was getting. However, it couldn't be further from the truth in his own mind.

Tommy, having been the bases unofficial tour guide, had had the opportunity to talk to a lot of survivors. Survivors from all types of situations out there. Some having even, escaped. It was rare for sure-he had only met three of them, but one of them had wanted to talk. Perhaps simply needed to talk.

The fully violet eyed man had displayed insane strength. Strength that was almost unbelievable, and definitely enough to hold them down. They had also taken excellent care of their health, if only for the sole purpose to make sure that their 'host' would be able to bear those eggs. So then...why had Sabastian broke Niles legs and ribs to the point of almost killing the man, if he actually wanted to put eggs in him? Something wasn't adding up.

"I'd tell you the full story Tommy, but I feel like your virgin ears would burn off."

Tommy turned his face back to him slowly, and slower still, brought his hands back behind his back in much the same way that Kuznet often did. He then took a step closer to the glass.

"You're right. I would also probably puke from your disgusting description."

He turned then, back to Kuznet.

"I've heard enough. You're right General-they're monsters, and they need to be put down."

Tommy stood up straight and gave the man a hard salute.

"Whatever you need General Kuznet, I'm your man. Your loyal soldier."

Kuznet smiled softly at him, giving him a small wave.

"At ease Tommy, I already know you are a good soldier and will do what is right. Now, why don't you accompany Officer Niles back, and I will have you report in later tonight for your next assignment."

Tommy let himself relax, giving Kuznet a 'sir yes sir', and then he turned to Niles. Before the two of them left, Tommy gave one last lingering look to Sabastian.

The General stood and watched them go, and once they were out the door and well out of earshot, he slowly turned to Sabastian with that same, soft smile.

"Very good Sabastian."

He walked over to the keypad, opened the door, then made his way inside. He stopped by the bed and reached inside his pocket, procuring a white sealed envelope. With care, he sat it down on the end of his bed.

"You certainly earned yourself a picture."

Kuznet looked down at him slowly after he stood back up to his full height, and gave him a smile. He then walked out of the cell without another word.

Inside the envelope, Sabastian would indeed find his picture of Vin. However, though it was high quality and definitely a close up of his face, the man was anything but happy.

His eyes were a bit bloodshot, with dark rings indicative of not having slept in some time. His hair was disheveled and unkempt, and he was sporting quite a bit of stubble on his face. He looked as if he were playing his guitar, his eyes downcast and looking at something, although it was difficult to tell with where the picture had been cut off.
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Cora was having another nightmare, though she didn't know it just yet.

In her fitful sleep, she saw that awful room again, the one where he used to keep them. It was warm, and the furniture was soft, but she knew it was deceiving. There was a trap door under one of those carpets, and there were chains under those chairs.

On the bed, she saw Sabastian. He wasn't chained, not yet at least, but he was unconscious. Next to him, Niles and Kuznet were standing and looking down at him, both with disgusting, twisted smiles on their lips.

What did you do?, she tried to ask, but her voice felt muffled and slow, and neither of the men would so much as look at her.

Sabastian?! Sabastian, wake up!

...

She was cold. Jeez, no, more than cold, she was freezing.

Taking a moment to look around, she realized that it was because she was standing next to the sleeping bag instead of laying down inside it, and the sun was just barely peaking over the hills. What had she been dreaming about? And why was she sleep walking again? Shit! She hadn't sleep walked in years!

Letting out a little sigh, she rubbed her eyes and then shivered, taking a look around. The fire was still burning strong, and it only took her a moment to realize it was because Delvin hadn't slept again. God, had he been up all night?

Grabbing her shoes and shaking them out, Cora slipped them on and then shuffled over to the fire to get warm.
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Damaris smiled a little at his compliment, her expression knowing. If he was lucky, she might just show him what she was really capable of.

His hands peeling her shirt off had her heart jumping, the tension building in her loins once more. She was fully expecting him to descend upon her chest, ravishing her before pushing her back onto the bed and taking her there, so it was a bit of a surprise when his hands instead moved down to her ass, helping her to stand.

A small gasp left her lips as he pulled her pants down, and she eagerly stepped out of them, watching as he looked down at her neat, trimmed mound. She kept herself clean, but never so short that it become spiky or poky. Despite how much of a hermit she was, and liking her alone time, she actually had a few men that she liked to invite over quite often. Damaris had quite the sexual appetite, and it was a point of pride for herself to keep herself clean and kempt.

His mouth kissing her leg had her sighing and closing her eyes, her head rolling back slightly as he slowly moved up her thigh. She let her hands go to his shoulders, massaging him for a moment with her strong hands, her fingers having known many years of hard labour, before they moved up to the back of his neck and head. She wasn't in a hurry now, letting him do as he wanted as she was sure that soon enough he would be pleasing her. However, when she found his mouth pulling away, she looked down to see what the problem was.

That mischievous grin drew forth a confused, and then slightly frustrated, expression from her own face. She was just about tempted to place her hands on the back of his head and guide him back to where she wanted him when she found herself being lifted.

The sudden movement made her gasp, although she quickly found herself smiling. She didn't panic and try to grip onto him, as she was confident in her own body and also his strength, so she simply allowed him to take her over to the wall. Once there, she placed her hands on his arms and massaged his skin, conveying both need and excitement as she licked and then bit her own lips.

She could feel the heat of his mouth upon her sex just before his tongue came forward to taste between her soft folds, and it made a shiver go up her spine. Damaris gasped once again, her his involuntarily bucking just the slightest amount for his wet tongue, and she let one hand come back down to hold the back of his head. She was far from cumming, but by god, it felt absolutely divine.

"Maverick" she moaned loudly, her head leaning back towards the wall as she closed her eyes. She was completely unaware of anything but him and that talented tongue, so his hands on her side and near her shoulder were not really noticed until his fingers slid up near her bite scar. It had healed, since it had been some months ago, but it still was just a bit sensitive in that new-scar sort of way. Not that it took her out of the moment at all; if anything, she was hoping that he might drag his fingers down her skin in the same way she had tore at his own flesh with her sharp claws.

 

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Sayori loved how excited Quint got, as though he was the most adorable puppy, tail wagging vigorously behind him. It would seem that she wasn’t the only Deadpool fan, and she had to say that it was awesome that Quint loved that character too. The little woman giggled at his favorite scene, Sayori also having thought thought that it was super funny.

When he asked about her own favorite scene, she chewed her eggs thoughtfully before swallowing and replying.

“Hmm... At the very start of the movie where he’s super close to the guy and just kisses him. It was so unexpected and I almost lost it. Every time two people get up really close to one another, I feel like there’s almost just a tiny bit of sexual tension, so I thought it was hilarious that it was like he was aware of that. The rest of the movie was just so good too.” She sighted wistfully, spearing the last bit of eggs in her bowl and popping them in her mouth.

In some ways, Quint reminded her of Deadpool a bit. Even when he had Sayori up against a wall about to be forced to impregnate her, he still cracked a joke to Kuznet about not being able to get hard for him. He wasn’t always happy and upbeat, but not even Deadpool was funny all the time. She admired that Quint was able to let his walls down and cry when he needed to, the man not needing to pretend that he didn’t have feelings.

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Holy shit, Tommy bought it hook, line, and sinker. What was more was that he was so quickly convinced and sucking up to Kuznet so shamelessly. “I am your loyal soldier?” What a joke. Tommy was either way too naive, or he was way too eager to suck the general’s dick to get ahead. Either way, Sabastian found himself feeling a bit of disgust for Tommy, his lip curling just slightly. His eyes glared at Tommy when the young man looked back at him, though once he was gone, his gaze turned more into a scowl as he looked at Kuznet. He wondered if the big man was also thinking to himself how much of a fool Tommy was.

His focus shifted though as Kuznet spoke, his eyes following the man as he left the treasure Sabastian so strongly coveted. He wanted to go and look at it right away, but he didn’t want Kuznet to be there watching him.

However, as soon as Kuznet was out of the cell and walking down the hall, he quickly moved to the bed and all but ripped the envelope open in excitement. When he saw the picture, his heart felt a pang if sadness. So that was why Kuznet had been so amenable to the deal- he had been true to his word in a twisted way, but he had to know how much it would hurt Sabastian to see Vin like that. He knew his letter and leaving would have hurt Vin, but he hadn’t known that it would hit him this hard. It looked like the man was hadn’t slept since Sabastian had left.

“Vin, you dummy... take care of yourself.” He whispered to the picture, a lump in his throat. Why wasn’t he sleeping? Had Sabastian’s words bothered him that much? Guilt settled into his stomach, the little blonde trying to convince himself that Vin would be okay. After all, he wasn’t so arrogant that he would assume that Vin wouldn’t get over him soon enough. The guy was probably just shocked and upset.

He had wanted a picture of Vin smiling, the way the man would make that big, goofy grin of his. Perhaps this was a calculated move on Kuznet’s part, knowing that Sabastian certainly wouldn’t be satisfied with a picture like this. It made Sabastian wonder if Kuznet was going to ask him to do something else for him with the promise of a smiling picture. Or perhaps he just wanted to see Sabastian suffer a little bit, just for fun. Whatever the reason was, he found his sadness turning to anger, the blonde moving to his side of the cell and shoving the picture under his deflated pillow.

His eyes narrowed at the tray and he found himself picking up the plastic bowl and chucking it, the tray following shortly after. He was drugged up and weak, but he was still able to get a good clatter out of them. “Fucking bastard...” he muttered through gritted teeth before calming down a bit and sitting on the bed restlessly.

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Damien felt a shift in the sleeping bag, his eyes opening and looking over at Cora as he wondered what she was doing. Perhaps she needed to use the restroom. Though once she was standing, he noticed that her eyes were closed and she seemed to be silently mumbling something to herself. Was she... sleepwalking? He had never known anyone who did that, so he had to say he was a bit bewildered and curious. It wasn’t clear whether he should reach out to her and pull her back into the sleeping bag or wait and see what she was going to do next.

He didn’t end up having to make that decision though as she suddenly looked around and shivered, the cold perhaps being what ultimately woke her up. The man was silent, watching her put her shoes on and go to the fire. Either Vin had reignited the flame, or he had tended to it throughout the night, more likely the latter possibility. Vin looked like shit with his tired face and unkempt appearance, the search for Sabastian hitting him pretty hard. He imagined that Vin was worried sick for his little marshmallow, afraid of all the things that could have happened to him on his own.

Sabastian could have been subdued by another violet-eyed zombie, abducted by a roaming gang, or simply left wandering around lonely with no purpose or direction other than trying to avoid the three of them. If he was in Vin’s position, he didn’t think he would be able to sleep either. It made him wonder if Vin cared about Sabastian much in the same way he cared about Cora.

He felt a shift in the sleeping bag and looked down to see Bowie poking his head out. The serpent came out just a bit more before seeming to realize how cold it was, the snake instead withdrawing back inside and slithering up Damien’s shirt.

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The sound of her moan was sublime, the man only spurred on by the way her pleasure seeped into her tone. He wasn't some chump who was green around the ears, he was a man who had gotten the opportunity to touch and taste many men and women, and his tongue knew how to give them what they needed. Maverick also appreciated the fact that she was well-kempt between her legs, though he would have feasted upon her regardless. Completely bald pussies were fine too, but he felt like that almost took away from the fact that they were grown-ass women.

He groaned and his hands gripped her sides tighter, his nails digging into her almost painfully as he pulled her slightly away from the wall and then roughly pushed her back against it. They didn't drag across her skin, but they dug into her in a way that showed her just how turned on her moans made him. To have such a cold, hard-ass woman moaning in pleasure for him made him want to eat her out until she passed out; at least, he would have wanted to do that if wasn't so goddamn hard right now. His cock would need release too, and he wasn't going to deny himself the pleasure of fucking her hard.

Maverick's mouth voraciously feasted upon her now, his patience having been exhausted with his initial exploration. Now if he was trying to seduce her, maybe he would have taken it slower, but he felt as though this was a spur-of-the-moment thing between. Just sex, nothing more. Just hot, hungry, heavy sex. His cheeks rubbed against her thighs, his slight stubble rubbing against her soft skin. At this point, his hot mouth had enveloped her sex, sucking and lashing it with his tongue. Her pussy was so warm, his cock twitching as he imagined it wrapped around him in bed. Every now and then, his throat would roll from swallowing some of her juices, his mouth also teasing her by sucking her petals into his mouth and pulling slightly before letting go and panting for a few seconds. It was only a few seconds though, as he couldn't hold back for any longer than that before he groaned and latched back onto her, almost abusing her little pearl with his tongue.

 

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"That was awesome. I mean half the hilarity is how often he just 4th wall brea-"

Quint stopped mid sentence, his eyes suddenly looking down at the ground as if he had lost his train of thought. They then move up to make contact with her own as the smile drops off his face.

"Someone's coming. It's either Johnny or Kuznet. Let's get out of here and get back up on the bed."

He had felt it, the fear in those animals minds. They would become agitated and scared whenever Francis came down as well, but they only became terrified, when someone came down to test on them. And only two people did that.

Moving back out into the room-and away from the imaginary land of safety, he got himself back up on his feet and then helped Sayori get up onto hers. He then sat himself down on the bed, taking her with him and keeping and arm around her waist as he stared at the door and waited to see if it was going to open.

He knew they likely looked happy, but the key was to not show him how happy they had been. He could let Kuznet think that he was walking in on some tender moment between the two of them so that the montrosity would try and attack that, whatever he thought he was interrupting, and not the real thing that had just brought them joy-hiding under the bed. If he knew that that's what they had really been doing, then he would find a way to torture them with it.
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Vin had the guitar in his hands, and Cora recognized that sad tune as she came up to the fire. He was playing that sad cover of Johnny Cash's You Are My Sunshine, again. The cover that he had played for Sabastian in the car, when he had first given it to him.

For a moment, she hesitated, not sure if she should interrupt him. She simply stood there with her arms crossed, biting her bottom lip, and then she turned away rather suddenly. Walking back over to the sleeping bag, she reached down and retrieved her brush before she realized Damien was awake. Once she did look over and see those steely eyes gazing at her, she couldn't help but smile for him.

With a soft look and love in her eyes, she bends down and lays a lingering kiss on his cheek before she stands back up and goes back to the fire, giving Vin a little tap on the shoulder and then offering him her brush.

"You have a major case of bed hair my friend" she says softly, giving him a little smile as he takes it.

"Do I? I didn't even notice."

He put the guitar down and pulled his hair over his shoulder, trying to get some of snags, starting from the bottom. Although perhaps trying was too strong of a word. It was more like he was simply doing it only because Cora had made the effort to bring him the brush.

"Well it's not like we have easy access to a mirror, unless you feel like sitting in the car."

She scooted some rocks aside and then sat down on her butt. Her jeans were already dirty, so she wasn't very worried about it, although she had planned on trying to at least rinse them out if they found a river or stream.

"Mm" was all he said, not bothering to try and keep the conversation going. Cora herself wasn't very good at this stuff, and she felt like she always said the wrong thing. Or maybe she just couldn't say the right thing.

Taking a little peak over her shoulder, she tried to see if Damien felt like getting up yet. He seemed to be much better at getting Delvin to at least eat a full meal and get some water in him.
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She honestly hadn't expected him to be so talented, nor to match her own stamina and need. While the men that she enjoyed could be rough with her, they so rarely were, and certainly never like this. Sure, she might have gotten them to scratch her back once in a while, or give her a hard slap to her ass, but they never held her up against a wall and simply demanded to drink from her flesh until they were satisfied.

His mouth had her pussy clenching for him, her legs involuntarily squeezing around his neck until he dug his fingers into her flesh and slammed her back, making her let out another moan before she opened her eyes and looked, the very intimate view making her pant and groan.

"Maverick..."

She needed more than this, but fuck if it wasn't hard to get much more than his name out of her mouth in that moment. She didn't want him to stop, yet she knew that this wouldn't be enough to make her cum-nor did she want to cum. Not yet. No, she wanted that man between her legs as he pumped that thick cock in and out of her tight pussy while she tasted herself upon his lips.

"Bed. I can't...oh god, I can't wait anymore."

 

[Poprockz]

She had been happily listening to Quint when his demeanor suddenly changed. It worried her, and it seemed that her worry had not been misplaced as the next thing she knew, Quint was telling her that either Kuznet or Jonathan were coming. How he knew, she wasn't sure, but the look in his eye told her that he was absolutely sure of it and she found that she believed him wholeheartedly- he wouldn't joke about something like that.

With a little flutter of fear in her heart, she scooted out from under the bed and grabbed her egg bowl before taking Quint's hand. Once she was up, she put the bowl on the tray and picked up the bowl with veggies as though she had simply been eating breakfast with him. His arm around her waist made her feel a little more at ease, though it couldn't completely quell the fear that Kuznet always inspired in her; she was hoping that it was Jonathan instead. He was scary too, but he wouldn't touch her unless Kuznet directed him to do so.

"Quint." She said softly. "You'll have to tell me more next time, hm?" With that, she got a couple veggies on her fork and took a bite. They were barely palatable, but chewing saved her from having to put up any kind of expression right now. She hoped that there would be a next time and that they would spend more time together underneath the bed. It was funny, monsters were supposed to hide under the bed, but perhaps if one is already under it, then there would be no room for monsters. Monsters like the General.

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Damien let out a little pleased noise from the kiss on his cheek, the affectionate gesture the most pleasant thing he could ask for in the chilly morning. Bowie poked his head out of his shirt collar and booped his nose against his cheek where Cora's lips had been, as though the little snake was saying, "I can do it too!"

The man chuckled slightly before looking back over at Cora and Damien, a more serious expression coming to his face. Vin was seriously depressed right now, lovesick and reckless. Sighing, he got up, the snake retreating slightly until only its face poked out of his collar. Making his own way over, he looked around for their water pot, filling it up from a water gallon and setting it on a couple of the new logs so they could get some water boiling for coffee.

He also grabbed a packet of pistachios for each of them in addition to an apple. It wasn't a whole lot, but it would sate their appetite for now. The morning was still new, so if they needed, they could have a more substantial breakfast later. His ultimate goal was to keep Vin eating and drinking as he should.

Damien came up and set Cora's breakfast in her hands before offering Vin his own share, "you should eat. You need to keep up your energy for the search; you need all the energy you can get." If it was in reference to finding Sabastian, it was much more likely that he would partake. It wasn't as though his statement was wrong- they really did need him to keep his energy up. He was concerned about Vin's health though too. If he wasn't sleeping, eating, or drinking, then the man was eventually going to run out of steam. He would hate for that to be at an inopportune time.

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"Hmm..." For just a moment, Maverick was tempted to keep her pinned up there where he wanted her until she came for his tongue, but it sounded like she simply couldn't delay another second in regards to getting his thick length to show her a good time. He drew back a bit, wiping his face on her thigh before panting and pulling her back from the wall. He had to admit that he too wanted that carnal embrace with her, to be connected in the most lewd way.

Carrying her over to the bed, he got onto it on his knees, bending over and plopping her right in the middle, her legs still over his shoulders. He reached up and spread them, moving his body lower so that he was hovering over her own in-between her legs. With her legs now hugging his hips, he reached up and wrenched her bra up to release those delicious mounds.

Maverick pawed at them, squeezing and kneading for a moment before his mouth came to visit one of her nipples. His hot mouth sucked it into his mouth and he lavished it with strokes from his eager tongue, though he felt like if he lingered too long, she might give him hell. The man took her nipple between his teeth and gently pulled on it before letting it go, reaching down and lining his large mushroom head up with her entrance.

With one thrust, he shoved his cock deep inside her, filling her up with every inch of his meat. His hips grinded against her, stirring her insides; the man wanted her to fully experience his size and girth before he started. God, she was so hot, wrapped so tightly around his shaft. Leaning forward he kissed her hard, not asking for any reciprocation because he was going to take what he needed. It was a heated exchange, Maverick finally biting her lip and pulling it back before letting it go and looking into her eyes with a need to have her.

No words came to him, just his own carnal desires reflected in his eyes. Drawing back, his hips suddenly started their thrusting, roughly subjecting her to the strength of his legs and hips to piston his hips forward. It felt so good to be fucking her, to feel the way she responded to his large, muscled body. Maverick felt as though if he wanted her any more than he already did, he might go mad. To let off some steam, he leaned over and put his mouth to her shoulder, biting her just enough to sting.

 

[Drobabes]

He was reaching over to pick up his book when she said his name, causing him to look down at her. At her request, he gave her a little smile and nodded.

A few minutes later the lock on the door could be heard, but Quint waited until he actually saw the door start to move to open, to remove his hand from her side and place it down on his own lap and sit his book down. It was practiced timing, and he knew it worked when he saw Kuznet step through, and those icy eyes immediately be drawn to the movement.

Quint wasn't as cheery with him today, although he did keep his face pretty neutral. Kuznet was holding a little handheld video recorder, and Quint had no doubts that he wanted to show him another disgusting video.

"Where's Fran? I thought he was going to bring me a beer. You know," he paused, sitting up a bit beside Sayori.

"I haven't done anything for almost a full twenty four hours now."

He didn't smile, simply trying to play the part of being a bit more placant, although it didn't seem to phase Kuznet in the slightest as he walked through the room. He ignored the two on the bed until he reached one of the large, more sturdy beanbag chairs and brought it over to them. Taking a seat directly in front of them, he simply ignores Quint for a moment as he stares at Sayori, a bit of curiosity in his expression. Or perhaps it was silent strategizing.
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Cora gave him a smile and opened her packet of pistachios, shaking a few into her hand to munch on. Vin took the simple breakfast, only briefly glancing up when Damien made the point that he needed to keep his strength up and giving him a nod. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small knife, clicking it open and starting to slowly cut pieces off the apple before chewing just as slowly. Whether it was simply from the depression or from the man being so tired, Cora wasn't sure.

"So..." Cora said, shifting a bit and looking up at Damien.

"We've covered quite a bit of ground. Do you think we should try to look for another group today? I think we have enough ammo for all of us, just encase..."

They hadn't come across that many people in the last few days. One loner and one small family group trying to make their way to a base, but it was always still a bit worrying. There were just so many dangers now, and it was especially difficult now that they didn't have Sabastian to tell them if there were zombies around. She hadn't thought that she was taking Sabastian's abilities for granted before, but my god had it been convenient. If they ever found him again, she swore to herself that she was going to thank that little man for what he did for all of them, until he got sick of hearing it.

Her eyes travelled to Bowie, smiling a little as the way his tail was poking out of the bottom of his shirt. The snake had been more helpful then knowing nothing at all, but communication was difficult when it was one way. Still, the snake trying to pull away from a certain direction, or even giving a good hiss, had saved their asses more than one time, and she was just as thankful to the little noodle.
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His mouth on her breasts was just as hot and tantalizing as when it had been between her legs. She found her herself squeezing his hips with need, writhing and moaning as her hands went to his shoulders, and then chest, alternating between kneading and scratching him as she felt the tension building between them.

When at last he gave her what she needed so badly, what was threatening to burn her up and leave her nothing more than a melted puddle of sexual frustration and need upon her mattress, she let out a loud gasp. Her eyes close and she tilts her head back against the bed, her chest thrusting up to offer her soft curves to him as he grinds himself against her clit, almost causing her to fall over the edge from that rough treatment.

His lips on her own, his tongue invading her mouth and trying to dominate her as much as she tries to command him back, it was heavenly. She couldn't remember a time in her life when sex had ever been this good with a man, and as Maverick began to pound into her tight sex, she let him know just how much she needed this.

Her legs wraps around his back and grip him; not as tightly as before, as she didn't want to impede his efforts to take from her hot sex, but she definitely was not going to let him simply pull out that godly cock until she was satisfied and writhing with her own orgasm. Her hands move up from his chest to grip both sides of his face, kissing him back with passion and fire until he pulls away to breath, her own look of lust seeming to match his own.

The sudden burst of speed draws forth a loud and long moan, only being interrupted by the way he was shaking her body. She let's go of his face, one hand seeking out the blanket to grip it tightly, and her other arm going to wrap around the back of his neck as her head falls back to the bed once again, her eyes rolling up slightly from the intensity.

His teeth biting into her shoulder, giving her that bit of pain with the pleasure, seems to be the ultimate hail mary that finally has her coming undone. Her pussy suddenly clenches him hard as she lets out a little cry, her nails digging into the skin of his shoulder and her legs gripping him with surprising strength as she holds his cock inside of her, quaking and shaking on his thick meat.

 

[Poprockz]

Sayori’s face fell slightly when she saw that it was the General and not the other officer. The last time she had seen him, he had laid her on the bed, slowly removing his cock from her before tucking it in his pants and leaving without a second glance. Niles seemed to imply that Kuznet was going to let him have a taste of her when her eggs were out, but at least his cock wasn’t monstrously sized. Everything about her encounter with the General had been uncomfortable and humiliating, and his physical presence was a reminder of that.

By then she was done with the veggies, setting that empty bowl on the tray as well and putting her hands in her lap, fidgeting nervously as Quint’s question and comment were met with no response. Her eyes followed Kuznet’s movements, wondering to herself why he didn’t reply.

She looked back at the General as he sat and stared, feeling his blue eyes upon her almost as though they were physically putting pressure on her. Her eyes would take little breaks from him, shifting anxiously away before coming back. Sayori had no idea what he was waiting for, but she hated that he didn’t simply come out and say it. With each moment of silence, her tolerance for it diminished, the woman eventually unable to take the suffocating pressure of it all.

“... why do you have a camera with you? Aren’t you going to take me back, General?” her soft voice asked with a slight strain on it. Honestly, she didn’t want to know why he had it with him, but he wouldn’t have brought it if there wasn’t a reason.

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Damien’s eyes lingered on Vin as he started to eat the apple, his expression in a frown of worry. The man in front of him was acting like a zombie with his hollow movements and lackluster responses. It made him feel a bit restless that he couldn’t do something for Vin to get him back to his old self, or at least some version of himself that had the will to live. For a moment he wondered to himself how Sabastian would react if he could see Vin now. If they ended up finding Sabastian, would he stick to his guns and run away again, or would he be moved by Vin’s words and suffering? At the very least, if he still had a conscience, then he would probably feel incredibly guilty.

He turned away from the man and cleared a space for himself next to Cora before opening his own pistachios, listening to her as she opened the discussion regarding their next steps. Once the package was open, his steely eyes turned their gaze upon her and he nodded.

“Yeah, I think we need to talk to more people. I don’t think we’re going to be getting anywhere otherwise, especially if he’s trying to avoid us. Someone has to have seen him; it’s not like he would completely avoid human contact.” At least, that’s what he hoped. He was just throwing darts in the dark and hoping they hit the board.

He sighed and leaned over slightly, running his fingers through his hair with that same worried look. What if they didn’t find him? Would they just keep searching endlessly until Vin withered away to dust? No, if it got to that point, Damien planned on dragging Vin back to his sister’s place if he had to. At least then he would be around family who might be able to kick his ass back to life.

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Instead of trying to pull back against the iron grip of her legs, he instead pushed his hips forward and again ground himself against her clit to heighten her pleasure. He pulled back from her shoulder and panted raggedly before clenching his teeth in an effort to control himself. She was so sexy the way she writhed and clawed at him, almost as though she was trying to defend herself from the pleasure being thrust upon her.

Maverick had gotten close to cumming, but he had held back, especially when he recognized that her legs had him trapped. After all, while Damaris was a carnal ball of sexual fury, he didn’t want to cum inside her and risk her getting pregnant. He wasn’t sure how long he was staying, nor did he want to saddle her with that kind of responsibility in the midst of the apocalypse. It would feel so fucking good to fill up that tight, wet canal of hers with a flood of cream, but he wasn’t the sort of douche who would prioritize one orgasm versus her very future.

He needed to get her into a position where he had more control over how he came, preferably bent over. Maverick simply watched her beautiful, flushed face until her grip on him lessened, the man leaning forward near her ear and growling, “I want you on your knees.” With that, he nipped at her ear and went to her neck, his hot breath simply teasing her sensitive skin as he waited for her to open her legs for him. Fuck, he wanted her so badly, his cock needing release and his hunger growing to almost unbearable levels.

 

[Drobabes]

Quint already knew this game, but it seemed as if Sayori didn't. He wished he could simply tell her the rules, but that might spoil Kuznet's fun and cause him to hurt her again, so he remained stoically quiet as he simply waited for The General to make his move.

"... why do you have a camera with you? Aren’t you going to take me back, General?"

Kuznet smiled at her softly, turning his gaze down to the camera as he turned it on and prepared the video to be played.

"Not yet. I thought Quinton might enjoy watching a video before we go. Something that might give him..."

His icy glacial eyes turned away from Sayori's to meet Quint's, watching as the zombie man became just a bit tense in the face.

"...a bit of nostalgia."

With that said, Kuznet turned his attention back to the little camera, hitting play, and then sitting it down on the firm cushion that acted as Quint's table.

He knew what was expected of him, but he still found it difficult not to fight the urge to look away, or swallow hard. He had done this exact thing with Cora-recording her in her weakest moments and then forcing them both to sit and watch it, as if it were family videos. He also knew what he was going to see on that damn tape, but what he hadn't expected was for there to be sound. It shouldn't have surprised him, really, but nonetheless it did.

Soon enough, Sayori's whimpers and whines, and pleas for mercy began to fill the heavy silence of the room, along with the lustful sounds of her pussy being forced to accommodate his gigantic cock.

Quint didn't even realize that he had started to turn his gaze away from the camera, to look anywhere but at Sayori's naked form as she was forced to move her tiny body up and down to please that sick bastard, until Kuznet suddenly reached into his pocket and pulled out his knife. The mere sound of it clicking open caused Quint to jump, and then immediately reach down and pick up the camera, bringing it into his lap with shaky hands. He didn't dare to look away again.
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She didn't say anything right away, simply picking up her pistachios and eating them as she listened to him talk. She then watched as he ran his hand through his hair, letting out a bit of that tension. They were all stressed and worried, but she was most worried about Vin. He needed some goddamn sleep.

Rubbing her apple off on her shirt, she took a bite out of it and chewed slowly, trying to think. Obviously, finding someone else to talk to was going to be their goal, but while they were driving, she wondered if she couldn't find some way to coax Vin into sleeping. She had some soft music on her phone, maybe if she put that on quietly in the background, it might lull the man into laying his head down for a moment.

She went ahead and finished off her apple, and then threw the core out into the woods.

"Well, I don't know about you two, but that's enough of a breakfast for me right now. I'm ready to get going. Vin?"

She looked over at him, waiting until he met her gaze before she continued.

"Why don't you take the front seat next to Damien? I'm going to put my legs up in the back and try to work on that map-mark off the places we've already been."

Vin nodded and opened his packet of nuts, giving her a short "sure", before pouring them into his hand. When Cora turned back to Damien, she gave him a soft smile, and then a little conspiratorial wink before speaking again.

"Do we still have some of that brandy? I know it's a little early, but it might be nice in our coffee. Help us all warm up a little."

Vin looked up then, at the coffee pot, and then cleared his throat.

"I wouldn't mind a little brandy myself."

It was probably the most interest he had showed in a few days, and Cora was really hoping that between the soft music, booze, and the quiet purr of the car, that he would be able to get some shut eye.
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The way he had grinded into her had made her cry out once more, her body shaking with new vigour before it finally reached it's peak and slowly ebbed, her strength losing its power as she panted hard. Slowly, she unlocked her legs and let her feet come down to rest on the mattress.

"I want you on your knees."

Her hand rubbed his shoulder a bit where she had scratched him, as if to soothe the wound.

"Oh yeah?" she said heavily, smiling a little.

"I can feel how badly you want to come inside me..."

Her hips lift up a bit to grind against his groin, her lust barely being sated even though she had just creamed on him hard.

"Why are you holding back?"

With that tantalizing little tease, she turns her face towards him and licks his skin, running her tongue up and along the edge of his ear to tempt him.

 

[Poprockz]

As the General spoke, she felt dread start to grow within her. Why was he showing Quint a video right then and there, especially when she was right there beside him? She got her answer after that exceedingly cruel man hit the play button.

Sayori's large brown eyes stared at the recorder's screen for a moment, not quite registering what was going on before she recognized what the video was actually from. It was the cell he kept her in, though the shot was from the camera in the opposite corner from her bed. It looked down on her and Kuznet, the man putting his large hands on her hips before he yanked down her pants unceremoniously. Not having been facing him, she hadn't been given an appreciation for how hungry his eyes had looked, filled with a dark desire to play with his little toy.

Her face paled and she donned a horrified look as she heard the sounds of her own little huffs and whimpers, her little protests ignored by Kuznet as he took what he wanted. "N-no..." Sayori unconsciously whispered, her lip trembling. Sayori's body stiffened, remembering how afraid she had felt and how awful it had been to be the subject of his lust. Not only had it physically hurt, but the shame of what the finale would show was like a knife twisting in her gut. She had cum for him like a little slut, moaning and squirting as he thrust into her.

To have Quint watching her... it was the worst feeling. The man hadn't even spared them the audio, her voice on full volume as the General spoke softly to her. At one point, she saw the point at which he had kissed her, his tongue slipping inside her mouth, the camera catching the way her cheek was pushed slightly out from his aggressive tongue slipping over her own.

She couldn't take it any more, the woman moving forward and dropping to her knees in front of the General. Leaning forward, she rested her forehead on his knee, clinging to his pantleg in a beseeching manner as she started to cry. "Please! Please stop! General Kuznet, I'm begging you to stop. I'll do anything, so please! Please!" Her sobs were desperate, the woman shaking before him as she hoped that he would have mercy. She knew she probably looked pathetic kneeling there almost wrapped around his leg, but she would rather Quint pity her desperate pleas than to see the entire video.

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His own apple and pistachios were soon consumed as well, the man having been a bit peckish when he got up. Every now and then he would eye Vin to make sure that he was still eating at least a bite at a time. He would have to come up with a way to sneak in extra nutrients into his next meal. Maybe they had some kind of vitamin/protein shake blend in the car. That way the big man could chug it and be done with it.

"Do we still have some of that brandy? I know it's a little early, but it might be nice in our coffee. Help us all warm up a little."

Damien looked between the two of them, getting a bit of an idea for what it was Cora was trying to do. If Vin could even get a couple hours of sleep, it would do him a world of good. Hopefully the booze would suppress any nightmares he might have about the little man, or at least encourage better dreams that he would want to cling to.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure we still have plenty." By then the water was boiling, Damien going to the coffee pot and adding the instant coffee. While that steeped and mixed, he went and grabbed some coffee cups for them along with the brandy. He poured the booze first, filling Vin's up more than Cora's or his own (giving himself barely half a shot), all of this being done while turned away from them. It wasn't as though he was drugging Vin, but he didn't want him to know that Cora wasn't drinking the same amount.

Once that was done, he brought the cups over and poured the coffee in, setting some powdered milk to the side just incase either of them wanted some. He handed Vin his cup first, then handed Cora her own, then took a sip of his own coffee and grimaced. Bitter. The man then put powdered milk in his and sipped again. Still bitter, but palatable.

With that, he started packing up their stuff while taking sips of his coffee, leaving Cora to hang out with Vin and hopefully encourage him to finish his breakfast and all of his coffee.

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"Oh yeah? I can feel how badly you want to come inside me..."

The man's entire body tensed as she teased him with that irresistibly lovely body of hers, her pussy making his cock twitch almost in despair as he let out a sharp breath. Holy shit was she testing his perseverance. The combination of that low, sultry voice of hers and the way she moved made him feel like he was on a hair-trigger

His hand reached down and rested on her hip, splaying out and slowly rubbing up her stomach before traveling between her breasts and finally to her neck. With gentle yet firm pressure, he wrapped his fingers around it pushed her back down to the mattress. That slick little tongue of hers was liable to lure him to the point of no return, and he needed to remain in control. Though instead of giving her a stern look, he gave her a little smirk. "Do you like my dick so much that you'd want a kid with me? Or do you have some kind of implant?"

From what he assumed about her, that statement might be enough to make her bristle, or better yet rethink her desire to milk him dry. Although, if she had an implant, he might be amenable to letting his natural instincts take over. Bottom line was that he was not going to get this woman pregnant if he could help it.

 

[Drobabes]

Quint was starting to shake, knowing how badly this could go and knowing there wasn't a single fucking thing he could do about it. It was the room again, where they had strapped her down and made him put his healing goop on her wounds. It was his teenage years, where Kuznet would set up games and traps designed with only one outcome-failure, and then punish them as if they had ever had a choice. The things he had made him do to Cora...

"Sayori!" he hissed, feeling her suddenly get up and leave his side. Damnit! Why hadn't he been watching her out of the corner of his eye? His own fear had clouded his mind and made him ignore the building signs of panic in the little women, and now she was at Ray's mercy. He should have grabbed her, made her stay by his side, but now it was too late and Kuznet was reaching out to put his hand on the back of her neck.

That huge hand slid up into her hair and then pulled her up until she was near his face. His smile was gone now, but he didn't exactly look impatient with her. Instead, he simply leaned forward as he brought her closer, and then he turned his face so that his lips were placed against her ear.

"I'm going to give you a choice, Sayori" he whispers.

"You can go sit in Quinton's lap and finish watching the video...or we can give him a live show."

As he spoke, his free hand went to her belly, massaging it gently before making a slow trail downward to the lining of her pants. His fingers dipped in just slightly, and then he paused, waiting for her to make her choice.
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Cora fixed her own cup up a bit with some of the milk, and then offered for Vin to do the same. As they sat together, she kept the cup near her lips, but she only pretended to drink. She was far from in the mood for booze, but the act of sharing a cup seemed to encourage Vin just fine, the man continuously taking small sips until his cup was finished and he sat it down. A few moments later, he got up and put his guitar away in it's case, having kept the case by his side.

It hadn't all really hit him until that first night, when their searching had gone nowhere and they were left to simply give up for the night and try to get some rest. Delvin had gone back to the car to fetch his own blanket, and when he had lifted it up, he had seen the case and been reminded of when Sabastian had first given it to him. He had immediately thought of that soft, sweet, face as he spoke of his mother and asked for him to play that song. Damien and Cora hadn't been nearby to see him, and it was just as well, as he had broke down crying and held the case to his chest like a desperate replacement for the real thing. After that, he had refused to let it out of his sight. He was terrified that if he did, and he somehow lost it, it would be like a sign from the universe that he would never see Sabastian again.
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That hand around her neck made her want to squirm, although she held herself back as she listened to his question. She laughed then, short and a bit sharply, before she moved her hand down over his and took it off of her neck. As she brought it up to her mouth, she shifted her hips and moved up, unsheathing him and leaving his dick to fend for itself in that cold morning air.

"Silly boy," she said, nipping his finger for a moment and then letting go.

"You're acting like my pussy is the only hole on my body. If you want a round two, though, then you better use my lips because I will not go ass to mouth."

With that hard rule being laid out, she bent forward and sucked his finger into her mouth hard, letting her tongue slip around it playfully a few times before she once again let him go.