Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

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As she finished her meal, he turned from her and sat on the bed, simply watching as she ate.

"why were there so many pills?"

He leaned forward and rested his hands together, taking on that more relaxed posture as he seemed to ponder whether he would answer her or not.

"Vitamins, and something to help you relax. Francis mentioned that you had become quite nervous while he took you through the laboratory."

Of course, his truths were mixed up in a lie, but she didn't need to know that just yet. Likely she would figure it out on her own, but by then, it would be too late.

Kuznet noticed that her metabolism seemed to be quite quick, the pills beginning to have an effect in what must have only been fifteen minutes. If that were the case, then the small dose might effect her sensitive little body a bit more than the average person. Depending on how she acted once they were down in that room, he might just give her a second dose, if only to prolong it for just a bit longer.

Once she sat her now empty container down, he stood and came to her. Taking her by the hand first, he had her stand, and then he lifted her up into his arms to carry her. He didn't waist his time on anymore words, simply taking her out of her cold cell and to the elevator that would take her to her lonely little birdcage.

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Once the elevator doors shut and they were on their way, he looked down at her with a pleased expression and ran one of his knuckles along her cheek, his hand giving her a barely feather light touch.

"You are blushing little bird. Are you feeling warm?"
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"I think you know how talented I really am."

God, the way he looked around after he said that was so fucking hot. He looked predatory, and dangerous, and the fact that she knew he would be gentle with her only added to the appeal of it. As he pulled them both back, she didn't fight him at all, knowing that he wouldn't cross a line, but instead, simply dance them both dangerously close to it. And once again, Cora got just a little bit of that thrill of being out in the open; of being so dangerously turned on in such a public setting. Even though what they were doing was relatively benign-she couldn't help but feel as if it was much, much more lewd than simply standing in the shadows like two love struck teenagers.

"If you don't stop me, Cora, I think I might get carried away."

She loved it when he said things like that to her. Not only did the need, and the hunger, radiate throughout his voice and echo her own lust, but it effected her in a much deeper way.

In the beginning, he had taken her, forced her, and by all means, he could have continued to do so. He did not have to ask for her permission. He did not have to reign himself in for her. And yet...he did. He had changed himself for her because he truly cared for her, loved her, and every time he forced himself to show restraint, to hold back those carnal desires and simply take what he wanted, it made her feel safe. It made her feel as if he would never, hurt her.

"I want you."

She let out a little sound of lust mixed up with a whine of need, her head leaning against his slightly as he licked her skin so lewdly and made her shiver. She moved her hands from his waist to his back, wanting so badly to simply slip them under his shirt and drag her nails up his skin. She wanted to hear the way he would hiss with need, and feel him press into her with even more insistence, as if his cock itself had a mind of it's own and simply had to bury itself deep within her, social protocols be damned.

"I want you too...I need you. Please, Damien," she squirmed, pressing back against him.

"I don't think I'll be able to do much of anything until I can feel you cum inside me..."

Cora risked closing her eyes then, briefly, to better relish the feeling of his strong body pressed so closely against her own.

 

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His answer had been an acceptable one, Sayori giving it no more pause than a nod. It made sense that he would give her something for her anxiety every now and then, and the vitamins were definitely something he had been trying to get her to load up on.

By the time she was done and in his arms, she felt slightly like she was floating in his arms, though she knew that wasn't true. Still, something seemed different and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. These were some decent anxiety meds it would seem, as she found herself not feeling quite as intimidated by the big man. It was almost as though part of her brain was telling her that she was safe as long as she didn't wake up.

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"You are blushing little bird. Are you feeling warm?"

She looked up at him for a moment and blinked, "blushing?" Sayori reached up and placed a palm on each of her cheeks, one of her hands slipping under his knuckles slightly. He was right, her cheeks felt warm, probably giving off a slightly pink glow in the stark light of the overhead fixtures. Now that he mentioned it, her body did feel a bit warm, particularly between her legs. It felt as though she simply wanted to get lost in a crowd of people, dancing, sweating, and letting some good music take her away before bringing someone home to melt together with.

The woman hadn't ever actually invited anyone home like that, preferring to scope people out first, but she felt like this would have been the night. Her eyes went back to his and she said, "yes, actually. I do feel a bit warm..." The woman sighed and removed her hands from her cheeks, one of her hands brushing against his own. His was relatively cooler than hers, so without thinking, she took his hand gently and pulled it against her cheek, closing her eyes- it felt good against her skin.

"Maybe the ice in your eyes keeps your body cool..." She said softly to herself, not having noticed that she said it out loud.

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"I want you too...I need you. Please, Damien... I don't think I'll be able to do much of anything until I can feel you cum inside me..."

The man's nostrils flared as he almost felt like taking her right then and there. He knew they should be tirelessly working to find Sabastian, but damn it, they had needs too! In particular, that beautiful voice of hers was unraveling his self-control, making him need to take a bit of a detour on the way to the cafeteria. Taking full advantage of the fact that her eyes were closed, he reached down and put his hands over her legs and under her thighs near her ass, lifting her up and holding her against him.

Once he had her lifted, he sped around the brick building they were against, knowing it to be the bathrooms themselves. He made sure the coast was clear before speedily going into the men's side of the bathrooms. Thankfully, there was no one in there, the man able to kick open one of the larger stalls and quickly move inside. So caught up in his need to claim her mouth, he forgot to latch the door as he pushed her against the side of the stall nearby, the man almost out of his mind with a desire to take her (they were within arm's-length of the door though, so she could reach it if she so chose).

His mouth was hot and needy, his tongue slipping inside and slipping around hers in a fever of crazed lust. Jesus, had she always tasted so good? Had her body always felt so right? Yes, but he was reminded of her perfection every single time. He almost didn't want to let her down, but he knew he had to do so in order for them to unclothe themselves. Drawing away from her, he set her down gently and reached for her jeans. His nimble hands had them open in a flash and he soon pulled them down, though he left her underwear on.

Basically falling to his knees, he spread her legs as much as her pants around her ankles would comfortably allow and started kissing and sucking on her underwear-clad pussy, that thin veil of wet fabric all that separated Cora's sex and Damien's hungry mouth.

 

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He continued to lightly stroke her cheek, watching her keenly as she answered him. Upon her taking his hand, he let her, and he smiled a bit more at that simple action. The drugs were working as they should, making her feel more comfortable and willing to his touch.

"Maybe the ice in your eyes keeps your body cool..."

It was such an unexpected observation that it caught him off guard and he let out a laugh. It wasn't a loud, uproarious laugh such as Francisco often had, but it was definitely a laugh, and not some well practiced facade to put the prey at ease. As quickly as it came however, it was gone, and soon the doors to the elevator were opening and they began their long walk through the corridor.

He let her keep his hand as they walked, easily being able to support her whole body by simply keeping it draped over his arm, and his hand resting beneath her thighs. Even through the cloth of her sweater, he could feel how flushed and warm her body was becoming, especially near her core. Once they were through the lab standing just outside the door, he looked down and gave her a dark smile as he took his hand back to unlock it, quickly stepping inside and locking it behind him. Kuznet then strode over to the bed and sat her down on it's cool sheets, curious if she would choose to spread her delicate little body out on it, or prefer to stay near his own cool skin.
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His sudden movements had startled her, Cora letting out a little squeak of surprise, though she quickly shut it down as she didn't want anyone to catch them or suspect them of what they were doing. However, she couldn't help the giddy giggle that worked up through her, her arms going around his neck to better hang on as he simply whisked her away.

Once he started kissing her, she was lost, willingly drowning in the pleasure of his tongue dancing with her own. She tried to be quiet, she really did, but she simply couldn't help the long, drawn out groan of need to left her as she brought her hands up to weave them through his hair, trying to hold him to her for just a bit longer. When he suddenly broke it off, however, she found herself grateful for the air and the pleasure that she knew was coming.

Her pants were dropped, her legs spread, and the speed and need with which he did it had her absolutely soaked. She was so very happy that they had taken a moment to stop at a river earlier, refilling their water jugs and allowing her to wash herself up a bit under the guys of a bathroom break. It had been a minute since she had had a proper shower, but at least, she could keep herself smelling fresh and clean below her garments.

"Fuck" she hissed, leaning back against the wall. Her legs shook slightly from the intensity of the pleasure, it all almost overwhelming her and making her feel weak and dizzy. She had her eyes closed, but now she wanted to open them, to look down at him and watch as he graced her with his skill.

 

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Sayori kept her eyes closed as they walked, though in the back of her mind she wondered if maybe she had imagined that laugh of his. Kuznet wasn't really one to laugh, not in the true sense of the word anyway, so it was like seeing a unicorn; it was more likely that she hadn't heard it at all. Part of the reason her eyes were closed was because of the noises in the laboratory, the woman squeezing his hand ever so slightly against her face as she tensed from the noises.

Her body relaxed once they were past it though, the animals seeming to have calmed down quickly for some reason, though she still kept her eyes closed. Because of this, she hadn't caught the dark look of the man who coveted her, not knowing of the "fun things" he wanted to do with her.

Once sat upon the bed, Sayori's first act was to remove her sweater. There was still her long-sleeved crop-top underneath, so she would still be clothed. She just really couldn't abide that extra layer. The same thing happened with her puffy pants, the woman laying back and wiggling out of them until she was only in the sleek under-armor pants and the crop-top.

Now that the coolness of his hand against her face was long gone, her hands found that the coolness of those silky, puffy sheets was what she wanted. Sayori turned and crawled to the middle of the bed, the pants hugging her ass as she did so. A satisfied little "mm..." came from her as she laid down on her side and gathered some of the covers up in her hands. She rubbed her face against them, delighting in their texture and coolness. It was weird, it was almost like the feeling of the covers themselves caressed her, rubbing against her skin as she slowly moved on the bed, each whisper of cloth against her skin sending a tingle down her body. It was frustrating though, if she lingered too long against any one place, it would become warm from her body heat so she had to constantly be slowly writhing on the sheets, rubbing her body against them and arching her back at times. Her crop top started to ride up a bit, the bottoms of her sweet breasts visible to his icy gaze.

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That little hiss of hers gave him encouragement, the man letting out a little groan of his own as he pulled her underwear to the side and let his tongue dip in between her folds and lick her in deep strokes, dragging it against her in an effort to prolong the taste of her peerless pussy. His hands traveled up the back of her thighs and gripped her ass, kneading and pulling her mound toward him as he feasted on the dessert meant only for him. In his voracity, her body was lifted up onto her toes a few times, his hands supporting her as he worked.

He wanted her to cum for him, his eyes flicking up to look at her as his tongue went to flicking against her clit. She was so wet, her arousal obvious and glorious. Moving one of his hands, he migrated it down her as and between her legs, letting his thumb breach her soaked petals and teasingly rub around the entrance to her pussy. After a moment, he let just the tip of his thumb breach her before once again simply rotating it in circles as though asking her how much she wanted him inside her.

Damien didn't thing having sex with anyone had ever felt so rewarding. Sex with other women had felt nice, but like Cora had said, it was like a craving that was never really satisfied. It had always been a chase to obtain something that he would never be given, the man deluding himself into thinking that what he had was almost the real thing. Now he knew that it was so different, immeasurably so. With Cora, he knew that with every lick, touch, and groan, her heart beat for him only.

 

[Drobabes]

He stood by, silent and watching, until she peeled her sweater off and laid down on the soft material. With his eyes still on her, he knelt down in front of the bed, as he had done in her cell, and simply let his gaze roam her contours, drinking her in like the most precious, last drop, of sweet liquid.

When he was sated enough from simply observing, he began to make his move. Getting up, he came onto the bed slowly, letting her notice his presence with his weight before he leaned down on his side next to her. Gone was his smile, now replaced with a look of curiosity and...something a bit darker. He reached out to her, letting her face feel the coolness of his skin once more as he caressed her cheek, and then he moved on. His fingers slid down her neck, running over the little pearls before reaching her collarbone, and then dipping under the fabric of her shirt to grace her shoulder with that relieving cold. As he did this, he pulled her shirt down ever so slightly, testing her reaction now that the drugs were likely kicking in full force.
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As soon as she felt the grace of his wet tongue on her swollen little button, she knew she wouldn't be able to hold back. A little mewl escaped her lips, and she had to move her hands to his shoulders, gripping onto them to support herself better as she could barely remember to stand.

Upon him lifting her up, her eyes came open, not having realized she had closed them, and she noticed for the first time that the door was still open. It was not so open as to alarm her, however, so she looked back down, only to almost come undone at the way he was staring up at her.

"Damien I can't-"

She was going to say, "stay quiet", but it was cut off as his thumb suddenly delved into her moist heat, teasing her with those smooth little circles and reminding her just how good it could feel to have someone else, no, him, inside of her. With a not-as-quiet-as-she-tried-to-be moan, she suddenly reached her peak, her pussy spasming and releasing more of her sweet fluids as reward to his efforts.

 

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Feeling the weight of him on the bed surprised her a bit, the woman turning over curiously to face him as he laid down on his side next to her. It almost seemed like he was testing her the way he looked at her, though she didn't seem to care as much about his games right now. She felt so light and nice, like she was laying on a cloud of sweet-scented bubbles, the sun shining upon her. That warmth was the only thing that was bothersome, but it was almost pleasurable to get relief from the cold blankets.

There was no doubt that he was handsome and well-built, even if he was poison on the inside. At the back of her mind, she knew who he was and what he had done, but like a dream it all seemed unimportant. She had been in dreams before that were extremely fun with people she didn't have any feelings for, sometimes even sex dreams about people she knew. That was almost like what it felt like- her warm body wondering why she almost wanted him.

His cool hand was welcome, the woman tilting her head and resting her cheek against it slightly before it moved on down. She almost wanted to keep it there, but the sweet relief it gave her neck was enough to persuade her otherwise. When he moved her shirt down, her shoulder was able to get the cooling air to grace her skin, the woman finding that she liked it, even letting out a little sigh as she lifted her shoulder, her shirt falling down a bit more.

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Damien had a front-row seat to watch her succumb to him, and he had to say that he would have paid whatever a painter had asked in order to have her painted in the throes of passion. To have that immortalized would be divine, though he imagined it would be too distracting to the poor souls who would never know Cora's sweet taste, nor her sweeter love. His eyes drank the sight in as his mouth consumed to evidence of her climax.

Standing up slowly, he panted softly, wiping his mouth on his arm and giving her a satisfied smirk, his other arm resting on the stall near her shoulder. A bit of his wind-swept hair was hanging slightly down in his face, his dark eyes looking into hers from behind it. "God I missed the look on your face when you're cumming..." He murmured before kissing her once more, keeping the kiss somewhat shallow so he could pull away more quickly. Now that he had slaked his thirst, he needed to feel her wrapped around him or he felt like he might explode.

"So... Do you want me to hold you as I fuck you, or do you want to be bent over until I give you all I've saved up?" He slipped one of his hands under her shirt to cup her breast, finding her nipple and rubbing his thumb against it as he waited for her answer.

 

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It seemed she was ready.

Removing his hand from her shoulder, he slid it down her arm and then hooked his fingers under her shirt, beginning to lift it up and off of her as he spoke in a somewhat hushed tone.

"You may take these off, little bird. I am sure this room is quite warm compared to that cool cell."
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She watched with satisfaction as he stood, completely sated from that hard orgasm after having gone so long without one. Although, it really hadn't been that long, had it? Perhaps a week? Still, time seemed to move much slower when it came to their desires being held back. A day felt like a week, and a week felt like a millennium.

His hair hanging over his face like that, just slightly obscuring his eyes, made her heart race once more. It reminded her so much of when he had been wearing that vampire costume, her thirst for him almost unquenchable then as well.

She smiled at his words, the mold of her lips still carrying over even after he pulled his lips away from her. The look in Damien's eyes told her that he was not anywhere near done with her, and she was very much looking forward to it.

"So... Do you want me to hold you as I fuck you, or do you want to be bent over until I give you all I've saved up?"

That warm hand on her breast made her gasp and lean her face back slightly, tilting her lips up as an offering to his own as her chest pressed forward, seeking out more than that teasing little touch. It was a difficult decision that he was giving her, but as she looked up at him through her hooded eyes, she knew that she didn't want to miss one second of his lustful expressions as he pumped her full of his hot seed.

"Hold me baby. You know I love it when you hold me."

It was so strange. She had changed so much since she had met him. Not in a million years had she ever imagined that she would be able to break out of her shy, nervous, nature and be able to look a man in the eye as they fucked her. Be able to talk so clearly without stuttering, and feel fully confident in the words she spoke.

 

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"It is warmer in here... Yes." She murmured, finding that while she normally would have put a hard stop to what was going on, at the moment it seemed like what he was suggesting wasn't that big of a deal. For a moment her eyes flicked down to his lips before looking away, the woman knowing that those lips would only make her body hotter than it already was.

Reaching down, she helped him pull her top off, tossing it to the side of the bed before laying back down on her side and then moving to her back. Her swollen little breasts now rested in plain slight, the little lady having planned on asking Francisco for a breast pump at some point in the near future. With a shimmy of her hips, she slowly was able to pull down her pants off her hips and then alternate her legs until she pulled them off her ankles with her feet.

Now that she was completely naked, she felt a lot more free. The cool comforter felt so cool and soft against her exposed skin, the woman lifting the arm closest to Kuznet so that it rested above her head, the other splaying out to her other side. However, she was still a bit too warm, especially in-between her legs, the evidence of her body's predicament having been slightly dripped onto her thighs. Sayori moved her hips slowly from side-to-side to better enjoy the fabric's caress upon her back as she pondered for a moment.

"Hm..." She turned her head to look at him, her long eyelashes framing her glossy eyes. "I still feel too hot. Maybe there is nothing else to be done."

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"Hold me baby. You know I love it when you hold me."

His eyes softened slightly, the man feeling a bit touched by the way she had said it. She made it sound like instead of having a spur-of-the moment tryst in the bathroom, that they were having a romantic reunion, their bodies needing to seek each other's heat and love. While he would never pass up a chance to pound her hard with animalistic lust, he found that he too was craving a more intimate touch.

"Well then..." he bent down and helped her step out of her jeans, helping them come off without her shoe also coming off. Once that was done, he reached down and undid his belt, though instead of undoing his pants right away, he walked over to the toilet and put the lid down. Thankfully these ones had lids he could use as a seat instead of the seat itself. Once he was seated, he then unbuttoned himself and pulled down the zipper, reaching into his boxers to bring out his stiff cock. It was so ready to start, practically twitching in his hand at the thought of burring itself deep inside her.

"Come here," he said softly, wanting her to come climb on top of his lap. In that position, either she could take the lead, or he could piston his hips into her at a good speed once they got up to it. Either way, he would be able to look at all of her: her lovely face, her breasts as they bounced, and the way her talented body could roll at times.

 

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It was as if she were putting on a little show for him, her every action causing a stirring in his loins that he was, for the moment only, choosing to ignore. The fact that none of this was willingly done was only adding to his satisfaction, the only thing competing with his level of hunger and lust at that moment, being the opportunity to tear into her delicate little psyche at a later time.

"I still feel too hot. Maybe there is nothing else to be done."

"Hm. Perhaps. Or, perhaps, you simply need something cool against your flushed skin."

Reaching out, he laid his hand upon her delicate little chest, his fingers splaying out wide to cover more skin. Once he felt how truly warm she was, he smiled and then began to slide his hand over her silky flesh.

His large palm suddenly engulfed her small breast, made swollen and sensitive by the false pregnancy. He used this to advantage, touching her ever so lightly and gently, oh so gently, kneading that soft mound of flesh. After a few seconds, he moved over to her other soft breast, his rough and calloused skin gently grating over her little pink nipple before he squeezed with the same gently pressure. Once he felt as if her breasts had had enough attention, he slid his hand down further, stroking over her swollen belly briefly as he made his way down between her legs.

Here, he paused. His icy blue eyes stared deeply into her own soft brown, watching her face as he let one single finger delve between her folds and then slowly slide up her slit, giving her little clit a gentle caress.
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She thought briefly that she should be feeling nervous about being halfway naked in a public restroom, but as she watched his hands unbuckle his belt, all she could do was swallow hard and wait for his next move. When he then went to the toilet to use it as a seat, she smiled.

Watching him free his engorged member was thrilling, the very sight of it sending gooseflesh up her back, but was even better was the way in which he beckoned to her to come join him. His voice was so sweet, and soft, and as she stepped over, positioning herself above him to take that hot, thick, meat deep into her velvety heat, she tried to convey her own love and affection back to him through her gaze.

Ah, there it was, that mushroom head breaching her soaking entrance and making her moan as she slowly sank down to fully sheath him, her eyes never leaving his as she began to work his thick pole. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and for the moment, she simply used the strength in her legs to lift her slender waist up, before slowly dropping it back down until her plush ass touched his thighs.

 

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His hand was so nice and cool, yet it wasn't the temperature of it that sent shivers down her spine. Sayori closed her eyes and arched her chest slightly as he slid his hand to each of her breasts, playing with them and teasing them in turn. Part of her wanted to feel his mouth upon them, to feel his tongue lash at her sensitive rosebuds, but his cool hand seemed preferable for the moment, hot as she was. His rough skin passing over her nipples send zips of pleasure down to her core, Sayori almost wishing he would continue as he moved his hand away and down her body.

Her pussy could feel the proximity of his hand the closer he got, almost expecting his touch as he graced her with that lone finger.

"General, I think..." She had to pause and pant slightly, her hips squirming ever-so-slightly as his finger passed over her pearl. "I think if you do that, my body will only become hotter." Even with that said, she found herself wanting to feel more, to have him touch her again. The thought of feeling her tight passage be filled up with his fingers made her a bit wetter, the woman biting her lip as she imagined it. Unconsciously, her legs spread a bit wider for him as though inviting him to continue.

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Watching her walk over to him was like watching the sexiest porno created, but her eyes... those hazel gems were what he really got lost in. They looked at him like he was precious, cherished, important, all the things he wanted to be to her. For a moment he felt a bit vulnerable, his heart melting as she straddled his lap and continued to meet his gaze.

"Cora..." he breathed, his eyes almost closing as he felt himself slip inside her, penetrating her to the furthest depths possible. Her pussy was so wet and inviting, the man not being able to stop himself from jerking his hips up once her ass touched down. It felt so good, the pleasure permeating his cock as he was allowed to bask in her heat.

As she started to move on top of him, he looked into her eyes and kissed her, trying to convey his love and affection for that strong woman on top of him. His hand slid up to the back of her neck, moving up into her hair as he pulled held her against himself gently. His other hand went around her to the small of her back, simply holding her body close. He didn't think he would really notice anything else around him with how consumed he was with how she felt. Her wet, velvety passage massaging his cock and the look in her eyes was all he needed.

 

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He didn't respond to her words, but instead continued to stare at her as he slid his hand back down and then, with slow but unyielding force, worked that single digit deep inside her until his hand could go no further. Once her soft velvety flesh was felt wrapped so tightly around that digit, it seemed to trigger something in the large man, and he suddenly removed it, leaving her empty and without the cool caresses of his rough hands.

Kuznet sat up then, the hunger in his eyes suddenly reaching a new intensity as he began to strip his top layer of clothing off, removing it completely and tossing it to the side of the bed. His chest was, unsurprisingly, well muscled and broad, with just a small tuft of soft, curly hair that had lightened with age. Along his arms, there were a few battle scars, but for the most part, the large man seemed untouched by his years of war.

Suddenly he was on top of her, his massive form pinning her down on either side with his legs and arms. That predatory look was back, his eyes staring down at her face with a mixture of lust and madness as his hand came up to lightly run his fingers along those pearls.

"Mm. Be a good girl, Sayori,"

He took his hand away from her neck suddenly, bringing it down to unbuckle his belt and then quickly free his massive cock. As soon as it was out, the very weight of it fell upon her small core, it's heat radiating hotly against her sensitive flesh as it twitched in anticipation.

"Or I will leave you unable to walk."

With that threat now hanging in the air between them, he gripped his cock and rubbed the head of it against her entrance, lubing it up before he suddenly began to plunge into her silky depths without mercy.
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That hand weaving up through her hair was the softest thing she had ever felt, her body melting as he pulled her into such a sweet kiss. She eagerly obliged, her eyes closing softly as her tongue came out to gently tease his own, and her own hands went to the back of his head to hold him just as gently. She knew her legs would tire eventually, but for the moment, it simply felt too exquisite to stop.
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As soon as Kyle got his paperwork signed off by the leading officer, he threw it into the drivers seat and slammed the door shut. He had been holding his piss the whole drive over, too afraid to stop and go out in the dead of night. It probably would have been safe, if he was being honest with himself, but he couldn't help but imagine those cold, cobwebbed eyes coming out from under his truck as he stood there in his most vulnerable position.

He darted across the base as quickly as he could without it turning into a full on sprint, and then he headed right in as soon as he saw the doors.

"Mother fucker, if I have to hold it for one more...second..."

He had been mumbling to himself, not very loudly, so it hadn't seemed to have alerted the women who was sitting on top of...oh. Oh my.

Kyle was so shocked by what he was seeing that he stood completely frozen, his hands still gripping his belt and his eyes as wide as saucers as he just...watched. It was like the poor young mans brain had completely shut off, not knowing what to do.

Cora, completely oblivious to their audience, broke the kiss off to lean her face down to the crook of his neck and kiss his shoulder softly, still slowly working herself to reach that delicious peak once more.

 

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Oh yes, that finger was what she wanted, the woman closing her eyes to better feel it inside her. She was about to push her hips against it when it suddenly came out without warning. Her eyes opened and she looked at him with confusion and lust, wondering why he stopped. She got her answer when she saw him stripping, her eyes widening at the sight of his bare chest. Sayori had expected that he would be attractive under his clothes, but it still didn't lessen the impact of seeing such a well-muscled chest, broad shoulders, and strong arms. A shudder went through her and she found that had she been looking in a mirror, she might have seen an intense lust in her own eyes.

"Mm. Be a good girl, Sayori, or I will leave you unable to walk."

The weight of his cock only made her want it more, the woman briefly wondering why she felt this way. It was meaningless to wonder though, more immediate things requiring her attention.

"I'll be a good girl..." she replied softly, looking back up into his eyes. The head of his cock rubbing against her felt so right, her body wanting him inside her. The madness in his eyes should have scared her, and normally at this point she might have been shaking in terror, but something about the dream-like state she was in had removed the reason and fear from her.

"Such a good girl..." she moaned, right before he plunged inside. The sudden entrance of his gigantic pole made her gasp and arch her back, her eyes rolling back slightly. Was she cumming? She wasn't sure. All she knew was that unlike the other day, there was no pain, only pleasure. Her body was relaxed and wanting so while her pussy was still wrapped extremely tight around him, her conscious mind wasn't influencing her to tense or resist.

Yes, she was cumming. She couldn't remember a time when she had cum from just being entered, but here she was with pleasure radiating through her body. The pleasure and the heat seemed to mix together in a way, and what once was uncomfortable now was all she wanted.

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Damien had been enjoying the blissful caress of Cora's hands and lips when he thought he had heard something, his eyes flicking open as his lady went to kiss his neck. His steely eyes found a young man simply standing and staring, probably in shock. If Cora caught wind of this, it would completely ruin the mood, and have her be utterly embarrassed for days. For that reason, he had to get rid of this young man before she was any the wiser.

Instinctively, his hand around the small of her back had moved down slightly to rest on her ass to almost shield part of her from the man's dumbfounded eyes. Damien made sure to meet his eyes to make sure he knew he was aware of his presence. A second later, he let his head lean in the direction of the door. Technically, there were other stalls he could use, but there were probably other bathrooms on the base too and he wanted him to get the fuck out.

That man had seen Cora's ass and probably a bit of her pussy, not to mention hearing her precious little huffs as she slid herself up and down his engorged shaft. Perhaps he would track him down later and find him, making sure that he didn't jerk off to her later. The thought of some random guy jerking his meat to her image made him want to throw the young man in the nearest river. His eyes burned into the man with such intensity as he waited for him to get the message, his face as serious as the grave despite the pleasure he was still receiving.

 

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He took his time enjoying her sweet little pussy, plunging himself down to the hilt. He still would not be able to able to ride her as hard as he craved, simply because he did not want to risk the rest of the eggs coming too early, but he could still go at a pace that would be satisfactory.

His eyes took in every single detail of her sweet little body as she writhed beneath him, her words not lost on his ears, nor the way she suddenly clenched and came hard on his dick. Her body was so tiny, barely having the room to take him along with the eggs inside of her, but take him she would.

Kuznet moved his hand up and slid it under her, moving it between her shoulder blades and then lifting her small form up towards him so that he could dominate her mouth. As his tongue delved between her sweet little lips, he pulled his cock back out slowly and then plunged back in with some speed. From here, he quickly worked up to a fast pace, never quite fully slamming back into her tiny frame, but working at least half of his thick girth into her with each hard stroke. After a few more strokes and feeling her vice grip on him, he released her mouth to hear her sweet sounds, still continuing to pump his cock within her.

"Yes," he said on a bit of a heavy breath.

"You are a very good little girl. Cum little girl, cum on my cock."

As he spoke, he laid her back against the soft sheets and slid his hand up to her neck, his fingers wrapping around that delicate flesh and squeezing with just a bit of pressure.
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That poor young man might have died from embarrassment long before Damien would ever have the chance to get his hands on him. After just a second of lag, his brain seemed to catch up to him all at once, and his pale face suddenly turned as red as a roma tomato. His hands left his belt, one of them shooting up to shield his eyes and the other reaching for the brim of his hat as he pulled it down slightly, and then he turned and flew out of that bathroom.

Immediately upon leaving the bathroom, he started to walk away, but then suddenly stopped and turned back. He reached back and shut the main entrance door softly, and then grabbed the "Closed" sign that they had hung up on a hook near the door, hanging it on the door knob, and then walking away while letting out a stressed breath.

By the time he found somewhere else to relieve himself, and made it back to his truck, he was still blushing.
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Cora had been none the wiser, that hand traveling to the small of her back and then so close to the crack of her ass only making her pant and moan, grinding herself on him in increasingly lewd ways. She thought for sure that he was going to tease her a bit, fill her in both of her entrances and make her cry out his name as she came for him.

 

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His mouth felt hot against her own, but she was realizing that her warm body needed his heat badly. She could feel his tongue slip inside, and her own tongue didn't flee from him this time, instead caressing, submitting, enticing him to continue. His cock felt so good, filling her up almost to her limit each time and making her body concede to his lust. Her hands explored his chest, her delicate fingers passing slowly over his skin. Nothing mattered right now but the way he made her body ache for him and the need to have him consume her.

When he pulled back from their kiss, her eyes lingered on his lips before looking back up into his eyes. Without his mouth to keep her own busy, his cock made her whimper and moan with pleasure,

"Yes... You are a very good little girl. Cum little girl, cum on my cock."

The coolness of the comforter was felt once more upon her back as he let her lay back down, but his voice was what she was focused on. For some reason, hearing him compliment her struck a chord within her while in that state, the woman wanting to hear that she was indeed "very good." It was such a simple statement, but in the moment it seemed to ease her doubts about herself. For the time she was in the prison, she had been plagued with uncertainty about her own character, almost feeling like she didn't deserve to be alive with how she was used to hurt Quint and how she was so weak. Hearing from him in her drugged state that he thought she was good only brought her closer to climax.

A look of longing came to her eyes, longing for more validation. No words were spoken, but she moaned loudly, writhing as she came hard, much like she had done in her own prison cell. Her pussy squirted with the intensity of it, and she panted raggedly. "Please cum inside me... Please show me how good I am." Her hands gently stroked his arm holding her neck, her glossy eyes watering slightly with how intense all of this felt. "Please..." That last small word was said pitifully, as though she was truly desperate to feel his seed.

Later when she was in her right mind, she would be horrified upon remembering saying such things, but in the moment, she meant it completely.

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It seemed as though after a few more seconds of shock, the man had gotten ahold of himself. Damien watched with dark satisfaction as the man shielded his eyes and turned red, quickly getting out of the bathroom. Even though there was still a dangerously protective part of him that wanted to find that man and track him down, he appreciated that the reaction almost seemed to indicate that the guy was a bit inexperienced. Seeing such a sight would having been shocking to himself too if he had never felt a woman's touch, or if he was a shy young man. In any case, perhaps he could let it slide with just a bit of intimidation later.

His hand on her ass seemed to excite her, Damien smirking slightly as he realized that she might want a bit more than his cock. It pleased him to no end that she now liked to be fucked and fingered in the ass, and all because he had shown her how pleasurable it could be; it was truly something he would put on a medal and wear if he could. Without any more delay, he teasingly slid his hand down her ass and then further down to her pussy. Gathering a fingerful of fluid, he went back to her puckered hole and slowly worked his finger inside. It clenched on him as though welcoming him, the movement of his cock also being felt through the velvety walls inside her. It was very erotic, and he found himself wishing he had a strap-on so he could fuck both her holes at some point.

She must be getting tired though, so he leaned back a bit, pulling her torso down as well with the arm around her back. With that, he used his bent legs to start to thrust up inside her, his cock stirring her pussy lewdly while his finger delved between her cheeks and deep in her ass. Her skin was hot, her moans like music to his ears. The man panted and groaned, loving the way it felt to rub his sensitive head against her inner walls. "I'm going to cum soon...I just can't hold off with you."

 

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Like a demon straight from the bowels of Hell, he could all but smell that weakness in her as she begged him, her voice whimpering it out so pitifully after having just soaked him with the proof of her lust. He continued to thrust into her, her squirming and moaning only making his cock grow harder and twitch within her. With his fingers still wrapped around her windpipe, he squeezed a bit harder as he bent down, his grin becoming just a bit toothy as his dark desires began to take over. He was really beginning to enjoy this, and there was no one here to reign him in. It would be a shame if he truly hurt the little bird, but, it wasn't as if she wasn't replaceable after all.

"No" he growled, his breath hot against her skin.

"You have been good so far, little Sayori, but you do not deserve my cum."

Suddenly his thrusting picked up a bit, his cock going just a bit deeper with each stroke, and his fingers began to slowly squeeze her delicate little neck.
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Still feeling as if they were safe from prying eyes in that stall, but knowing that she couldn't be too loud, she was only able to reward his efforts with little mewls and moans of pleasure whispered next to his ear. His finger felt so thick in her tight ass, especially with her pussy already filled to the brim, and it all added up to bring her ever closer to that ledge.

Her skin was flushed and warm now, and as he pulled her against him, she let him take the lead again, simply leaning on him and letting him take control of her body. Her tight cunt spasmed on his shaft with each thrust, squeezing and milking him as her lips sought out the soft flesh of his neck again, her teeth coming out to playfully nip it.

"I'm going to cum soon...I just can't hold off with you."

She moaned loudly then, grinding her hips down against him as he thrust up, knowing her own orgasm was fast approaching as well.

"I don't want you to hold off" she panted, giving his flesh a soft kiss just over where she had bit it.

"I don't ever want you to hold back with me."

Cora moved one hand down then, her fingers easily slipping inside his shirt, and once there, she dug her nails into his shoulder, finally scratching her itch, and hopefully, his as well.

"Damien..."

 

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Her expression changed to one of disbelief and slight disappointment, wondering why he was withholding from her. If she was a good girl, then why was he holding back? Maybe there was something he wanted from her before he would acquiesce to her request.

A slight gasp came from her as his hips started to increase their speed, stirring up her insides and sliding in and out with the help of all the fluids she was creating from her need. If it wasn't for her bulging stomach, she would have attempted to wrap her legs around him. As it was, she could only splay herself for his fucking pleasure, her legs wide for the domineering man.

His hand was making it a bit difficult to breath at this point, but she was able to choke out, "What... what do I need... to do?" The pleasure was starting to mix in with just a bit of panic, her body starting to sense even through the haze of the drug that the lack of air meant danger.

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That soft little nip had him groaning with lust, loving how she could be so sexy and feisty when she wanted to be. Her own efforts of grinding against his thrusts were very effective, the man having to pant as his cock neared its tipping point. His finger plunging into her ass seemed to reflect his desperate pleasure, thrusting with need and passion to hear more of those moans from her.

"I don't want you to hold off... I don't ever want you to hold back with me."

Oh, those soft lips of hers were heaven, like the sweetest butterflies lighting upon his skin. Though, he had to say that as sweet as they were, he had to admit that he loved the sting of her claws in equal measure. She was made of sugar and spice, and he wanted all of it.

"Damien..."

She really knew how to tip the scale, his name once again being the string that had him undone. His arm around her back squeezed her tightly as he started to thrust hard, his balls smacking against her with the force of his hips. He was moving too quickly to effectively continue to fuck her ass too, but he kept his finger inside her, curving it slightly in an effort to make it feel like it was also participating as well. Cora felt so wonderful, the man panting and groaning as he went the final stretch, looking up to meet her eyes. Those hazel pools of love and desire made his cock swell and twitch inside her, the man groaning as he came. "Cora!"

He held her against himself, his cock fully sheathed as he let loose, his face going to her chest. The man's hot breath could be felt in his pants against her skin, and even though his eyes were closed, he could still see picture those beautiful eyes, the ones that only looked that way at him.

 

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She was so sweet and innocent, willing to do anything to have his cum. Begging for it even as his fingers squeezed the very life from her.

Slamming down into her with sudden force, he let out a little growl and held his hips against her own, pinning her to that mattress like the little trapped animal she was. He took his hand from her neck, letting her breathe, and brought it up to the back of her head. Gripping her scalp harshly, he pulled her head back and ground his groin against her clit. Were she not on the combination of painkillers and drugs, he knew it would have hurt her. Indeed, she might even be very tender and sore from it later, when she woke up next.

"You want my cum that badly, little whore?" he sneered, knowing exactly what he was doing. He knew it was what Niles had whispered to her, likely leaving a scar on her poor psych for the rest of her life, and he knew that in her current state of mind, it wouldn't take much to tip her over the edge into a sobbing little mess.

Suddenly he pulled out, taking his pleasures away from her now gaping cunt and simply resting his twitching member atop her stomach.

"Perhaps I should make you beg me, just as you begged Officer Niles. What was it that you had asked him?"

His cold eyes seemed to stare into her very soul, his face coming even closer.

"'Please cum inside my ass?' Is that what you like, little bird? To be fucked in the ass?"

He was simply waiting now, waiting for his moment to strike. He knew his words would cut her, and the minute he saw her bleed, he would seek his own pleasure and bath in her pain.
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The way he picked up the speed had her racing to join him as he came inside her, and the look on his face as he leaned back, meeting her gaze, had her coming undone.

Letting his shoulder go, she brought both of her hands up to weave through his hair, and she held him close as they both came together, her own pussy clenching him tightly as his cock jumped within her velvety walls, giving her every last drop of cum that he had. Throughout her orgasm she continued to hold him close, and even after her little tremors had faded, she was reluctant to let him go, instead leaning her forehead down to rest it atop his head as she tried her best to catch her breath. She had missed this, this intimacy and close connection, and the warmth that it brought them only made their bodies joining together all the sweeter.

"I love you" she said softly, having finally caught her breath. She knew they couldn't stay there forever, but, just a few more minutes was what she craved.

 

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"Ah!" she gasped as he slammed her hard, feeling him grant her the mercy of air again at the cost of his stinging grasp in her hair. A drawn-out moan came from her as he ground herself against her clit. It was rough, but it made her body tremble with how sensitive she felt. Like a fool, she thought maybe he was considering granting her request.

"You want my cum that badly, little whore?"

She flinched, though at first she wasn't sure why. That phrase sounded so familiar, yet she hated it, feeling as though those words were from some nightmare she had been trying to forget. Though the drug wasn't enough for her not to come back around to that memory. It almost felt as though the General's words had cut through the fog a bit, letting the real world leak through. Rather than a dream, it felt like the mood was changing and going from a dream to a nightmare.

And suddenly she was empty, the man on top of her becoming someone she was starting to recognize. She was starting to lose the attraction she had felt in the pillow-soft haze of her dreamy drug in favor of disorientation and confusion along with other less pleasant emotions.

"Perhaps I should make you beg me, just as you begged Officer Niles. What was it that you had asked him? Please cum inside my ass?' Is that what you like, little bird? To be fucked in the ass?"

"What? No I... No. I'm not... I'm not like that." She shook her head, though it was obvious she was struggling with it. Was she lying to him and to herself? Sayori knew that she didn't want Niles, nor had she been asking him with the intention of seeking pleasure from him. But her current actions threw that into question. Was she a whore? Did she really want it underneath all her reservations and resistance? Maybe she had wanted it from the start and was only fooling herself. Maybe it only took an anti-anxiety med to remove the barriers to what she wanted underneath everything.

Tears started coming down her cheeks and her hands came up to her ears, squeezing her eyes shut as she choked out, "no! Stop it! I'm...! I'm..." What was she? The drug made it difficult to form any good arguments as to why she wasn't like he had said. All she knew was that he was looking at her with those icy eyes and that there wasn't a damn thing she could say back to him. Damien, Niles, Kuznet... they had all taken her and made her moan on their cocks and fingers, and once the General was done with her here and she had her eggs, he would let Niles have her once again.

"Get off me!" Unlike her previous encounters with him, the drug was still blocking out some of her reason and fear. As such, while she normally wouldn't have reacted in that same way, this time she actually tried to get away from him. Though she was pinned, she tried to wiggle out from under him, thrashing and trying to pull her hair out of his grasp. Little grunts of desperation came from her as she struggled in earnest, no longer able to stomach his touch for even a moment more.

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He panted and simply held her, "I love you too..." Cora moved slightly as she caught her breath and he found himself contented by each small movement she made. There was nothing like having her warmth against him, the simplicity of their breaths and presence being the only things they needed. Would it be like this in the years to come? He wondered if their relationship would always be like this, or whether it would morph over time.

A sigh came from him and a soft smile came to his face. "Can we just stay in this bathroom forever? I feel like I need to make up for years of not having you in my life." He knew they couldn't stay, but that didn't mean he couldn't live in the fantasy of it for a minute or two more with her. If they lingered there for too long, eventually Vin would either get anxious or come looking for them. The only good thing about not having Sabastian around was that he couldn't out them for being frisky, so Vin would likely never know.

 

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There it was. The realization, the fear, the shame. Oh the shame was what he enjoyed the most. While he normally would have put her in her place for daring to fight him, to deny him, right now, it was exactly what he had been pushing her towards.

Without having to let go of her hair, he pulled his hips back a bit and then speared her hot core once more, his cock ruthlessly burying itself into her searing heat, right down to the hilt. He then pulled back and began to fuck her in earnest, not caring for the moment whether or not he sent her body into early contractions. The look in her eyes-the fear and hatred, was simply too much for him to resist.

He released her hair suddenly, moving his hand back to her neck and using it to pin her little body below him as his hips continued to slam down into her at that bruising pace, now doubt harming her legs in the process, though he couldn't care less. She was his toy now, and like a good little toy, she was going to lay there and take it until he filled her to the brim once again.

"Not like what, Sayori?"

His breath was just barely labored as he continued to use her pussy for his pleasure.

"Not willing to open these legs for any many who gives you a bit of pleasure? Are you going to lay there and lie to me? Even as I can feel you about to cum on my cock again?"

He slowed then, just long enough to grind against her clit once more before going back to his earlier speed, his smile demented and twisted as his hand pressed that pearl necklace down into her skin.
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"Can we just stay in this bathroom forever? I feel like I need to make up for years of not having you in my life."

A little smile came to her own lips, and she turned her face slightly to kiss his hair.

"Mm, I wish we could."

She let out a sigh then, slowly and reluctantly pulling back. Before she started to get herself up, however, she took his face gently between her hands and kissed him long and slow.
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The lights of the bar were very comforting for the tired man. Although, perhaps it wasn't just the lights, but the few shots of Yager that the bartender had offered him after he had gotten a good meal into him.

Vin had held his end of the bargain and had eaten as soon as he had gotten there, chowing down not only on some old fashioned fries, but half of a hamburger as well. It was venison, but honestly, it tasted all the better to him.

Now he was sitting on the edge of a small stage platform, an acoustic guitar in his hands. His dragon guitar was still laid out by his side, like a proud medal of honor, but the crowd had wanted to hear some more traditional music so someone had handed over their instrument for him to borrow. He was just winding down from something upbeat and happy, when a women in the back called out to him.

"Your voice is beautiful Delvin, but..."

He looked up, the polite smile on his face faltering slightly.

"But?"

"Well..." she stood slowly, her leg having been injured before she came to the base and causing her to limp as she came to sit near the front of the crowd.

"You don't look very happy. Why don't you play us a sad tune, hmm? Go on, it's alright. I'm sure everyone here would appreciate something a little more...well."

His brown eyes looked into her soft green, and after a moment, he nodded. He knew what she was trying to say, and he was just drunk enough to want it as well. Before he started, however, he had someone pass him another shot of Yager.

He cleared his throat after downing it, setting the glass aside, and then he nodded to the crowd.

"Alright."

His fingers began to pluck the cords, and the bartender went over to the wall and dimmed most of the lights down until the atmosphere was simply a soft glow.

"The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I knew somebody like you.
No, I don't want to fall in love."

He closed his eyes and let his head lean down. It was hard to keep it going, but as he sat there and continued to strum those strings, he found himself being given over to the lyrics and the sounds of the guitar, his sorrow finding itself coursing through the cords.

"What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way..."

He opened his eyes slowly, letting his head lean back a bit to stare at the roof for a moment as he tried to shake off the tremor in his voice. He couldn't stop it though, and as his face came back down to look at the strings, the crowd could see the tears streaming down his cheeks.

"What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you!

Nooo-aeeye! Don't want to fall in looove!"

 

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It was as though a switch had been flipped, the man now ravenously fucking her as though he didn't give a damn about the consequences. Perhaps now that he had marked her as whore, he was going to treat her more like one. She could feel him so deep, probably bruising her cervix as he fucked her hard. While it was merely uncomfortable now, she knew that later she would be very sore from all of this. The eggs seemed fine though, the nature of them being that they were pretty resilient in general.

It was hard to struggle while being fucked so roughly, and his hand returning to her neck almost put a full stop to her resistance, the woman grabbing onto his arm as though in preparation to fight for her life should he try to choke her in earnest.

"Not willing to open these legs for any man who gives you a bit of pleasure? Are you going to lay there and lie to me? Even as I can feel you about to cum on my cock again?"

No, that wasn't like her, it wasn't as though she wanted him to be fucking her right now. She didn't want his hips crashing into her thighs, jarring her legs almost painfully. Her eyes stared up into his tearfully as she tried to find the words to reclaim her own dignity. A moment later she felt him rub against her sensitive pearl before fucking her once more. It was too much, another climax building within her. She fought it tooth and nail with all she had, but he eventually had her crying out a moment later in defeat, her pussy spasming and dousing him once more.

How shameless, how vulgar. Even as he hurt her, she still writhed in pleasure underneath him like a living, breathing sex toy, that big cock of his overpowering her once more. Oh God, who was she? She didn't even recognize herself anymore.

"I hate you..." she sobbed in despair, and while that was true, it was really herself she hated more in that moment.

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That long, slow kiss made his heart melt, the man trying to prolong it for as long as possible, though eventually he had to break it off and get himself back in order. Once they were both cleaned up and properly dressed they exited the bathroom, Damien noticing with approval that the young man had put up a "closed" sign on the bathroom door. Perhaps he would let the man go with a stern warning when he found him.

They had walked around a little bit, finding one of the map signs to point them toward the cafeteria, though someone nearby had mentioned that the coffee in the evening was actually in the bar. For that reason, they diverted their path and went to meet up with their long-haired friend, Damien hoping that he had at least gotten a bit of food in him.

It seemed as though the blinds were drawn, Damien looking around curiously as they entered and fixing his gaze almost immediately on Vin. The man was playing a somber song on his guitar, the lights dim in the bar to set the mood for him and the little crowd that had gathered. His heart wrenched as he realized Vin was crying, his pain apparent as he sang with loneliness and longing. Damien slowly drifted to a barstool and sat down, keeping Cora's hand in his own to comfort her as much as himself.

He usually wouldn't give a shit what anyone was going through, nor what they were feeling. In life, he had assumed that people weren't worth getting close to, but for Vin he felt as though he really wanted the man to be happy. The man had treated him with nothing but kindness, perhaps a more stern kindness at times, but still. He had never sought to take advantage of Damien, nor had he treated Cora discourteously. Vin was a good man, and it hurt to see him in so much pain.

 

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"I hate you..."

The hand on her neck became more tight, more bruising, seeking not only to temporarily cut her air off, but to leave the outline of those pearls in her soft flesh. Her words were like the salt to flavor his meal, and as he stared down into her face, watching as she shattered below him, he at last allowed himself the release that he had been craving.

His hips picked up a knew pace, her body being slammed down into the mattress over and over again until he suddenly growled and forced himself deep, as deep as he could physically go, and grunted as his sperm unloaded into her hot little sleeve. He held himself there as his dick jumped, his hand releasing her neck only to slide to the back and pull her up so that his teeth could bite her tender flesh and suck, leaving her a new, matching hicky on the other side.

Once it was over, he let her flesh go with a little 'pop' and panted near her ear, turning his face slightly to lick her cheeks in a disgustingly lewd and mad gesture. And then, with a little laugh, he said,

"Good girl Sayori."

He pulled out of her then, leaving her to lye in her sweat and filth as he put his clothes back on and cleaned himself up. And, as per usual, Kuznet didn't bother her with a backwards glance as he left her alone in her birdcage.
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Quint could feel the animals getting worked up again, and he wished that they would just give them a fucking break already. Earlier, when he had been lying there and just trying to mentally catch his breath, he was pretty damn sure that Kuznet had come back down to toy with them once more. However, the fact that he had passed by made him think that he was doing something in the other room-likely with Sayori, and that had just dipped him back down into that depression again. Now he wasn't sure who was coming, but he really didn't feel like giving out the energy to calm the animals back down.

Soon enough, they got their answer, as the door creaked open and in stepped Francisco. When he first came through, before he had a chance to really see, his face had been neutral. However, as soon as his eyes had a chance to scan the scene, they darkened considerably and a scowl set upon his brows.

He stepped inside a bit slowly, shutting the door behind him and then just taking a moment to take it all in. His arms crossed in front of his chest, and then he looked down.

"Quinton?"

There was a sternness in his tone, but Quint knew it was only there to hide the fear. Francis had a hard time acting like himself around strangers, and even though Sabastian was in on it, he was still very much a stranger.

"I'm alright Fran. Just get us some water, if you can."

He knew he wouldn't be allowed to take him out of his bindings and cuffs. Not yet, not until Big Daddy Kuznet deemed it time. To attempt to do so would only get them both in more trouble, and Quint was too tired to fight anymore today.
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Cora's eyes were drawn to him as well, her own feelings bubbling up and threatening to spill over her cheeks as Damien took her hand. For just a moment, she wanted to be angry with Sabastian. Angry for him just running away, for leaving them all feeling like this, but especially Vin. After all, how could he? But she knew the answer to that. It was the same reason she had tried to leave; to escape in the only way she knew possible.

It still didn't hurt any less, though.

"No aayyiii...

Nob-body...loves no one..."

He let the cords drift off slowly, and as soon as the last tune rang out, the crowd began to clap and cheer. Vin let out a bit of a choked laugh, and then handed the guitar back off to it's proper owner, no longer feeling much in the mood for it. He was just getting off the platform, his feet a bit shaky underneath him from the combination of exhaustion and shots, when he saw Scott coming through the small crowd as they turned and went back to their tables and stools.

"Hey man, I think I got some good news for you."

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Cora had turned her face away for a moment, using her shirt to wipe the tears from her eyes, but when she looked back up, she saw Delvin take Scott's hand, (where had he come from?), and shake it vigorously, a huge grin coming to his face. They seemed to exchange a few more words before Scott turned to leave, and then Delvin spotted them and grabbed his guitar before heading over.

"He talked to one of his friends, they said Sabastian was here this morning. He left to supposedly find someone, but said he would be coming back tomorrow. I don't know, maybe he was lying just to have a reason to leave, but I think it might be worth staying here for a bit, just to make sure."

He wasn't slurring his words, but it was obvious that that booze was catching up with him, as despite the excitement in his eyes, he still grabbed a bar stool to sit down on, his feet not wanting to be too steady below him.

 

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No air. She had no air. Sayori gasped as he pressed his hand against her throat with force, her vision slowly fading as his pace picked up The woman was about to pass out when he released her and flooded her with cum. She coughed and gasped for air, wincing as he bit and sucked her skin. God he was disgusting, that slimy tongue leaving slick trails on her cheeks; she couldn't believe she had wanted it on her nipples.

"Good girl Sayori."

They were such condescending words, the man only saying them to further humiliate her. She lay there, not looking up at him as he got up and clothed himself, hearing only the click of the door lock to tell her that she was now alone. For several minutes she didn't move, simply remaining still as the tears ran down her cheeks, silence permeating the air.

What was she doing here? Why was she continuing to hold on? Would her heart stop beating if she willed it to do so? No, nothing would change simply because she wanted it to. Sayori felt so alone and so filled with anguish.

Looking over at her glass shower, she slowly crawled off the bed, standing and shuffling over to it. Even now her body felt sore and she could only imagine what she would feel like tomorrow. She only had to focus on getting through right now though. Part of her wondered why she was bothering to do anything other than let herself slip away inside herself, blocking everything out until the day when she would be released from her physical body. For a moment she didn't have an answer, and then Quint came to mind.

Her resolve was weakening, her mind whispering to her that he would be fine without her and that this happened all the time for him. He was used to watching people come and go, and he would understand if she disappeared from his life as quickly as she appeared. Life would go on without her but... she wanted to see him. At that moment she made a little deal with herself. She would hang on until she got to meet him once more. If she still felt the same afterwards, then she would let herself go. If not, she would wait until the next time. It was selfish, using him as a lifeboat, but it was all she had.

Sayori turned the water on to a comfortingly warm temperature and then cleaned herself. Once her hair and body were clean, she sat down and simply let the water come down with no intention of getting up anytime soon.

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Sabastian supposed it was his turn to quiet the animals, the man closing his eyes and once again giving them the memory of sunshine, the smell of dirt, and the buzzing of insects in the summer heat. That seemed to do the trick, the blonde sighing and opening his eyes. He wondered who it was this time. He wasn't sure who passed by earlier, but he got the feeling it didn't mean anything good due to the way Quint seemed to deflate further.

When the door opened, he had expected Kuznet but it seemed Fran was there to check in. The man didn't seem to be in a good mood, scowling and almost seeming to chastise Quint with that stern voice, though Quint seemed unbothered. Sabastian wondered to himself if he could move yet, the man trying to lift his arm but failing. Nope. Those drugs he was given were pretty damn potent, leaving him practically paralyzed.

"I don't need any water- I couldn't hold the cup anyway." He said, wondering if he could ask Francisco how badly Kuznet had cut up his back.

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Damien continued to watch, not crying but certainly feeling very down. The sooner they found Sabastian, the better. He understood that Sabastian just wanted to protect Vin from himself, but that was like locking Rapunzel in a tower to protect her from the world; what was the point in doing something like that if it was only going to cause more pain? Sure Vin was literally alive, but it wasn't as though Sabastian could control when Vin would die whether that be by himself or other outside source. What was important was to take advantage of the beautiful moments one was give while one still could.

When Cora turned away, he reached over and stroked her hair to comfort her, moving closer to give her a bit of additional support. He saw the look of curiosity on her face and turned to see what she was looking at. It seemed Scott had materialized and was telling Vin something or other, hopefully news about Sabastian. He waited for Vin to come over, giving him an expectant look as he approached

"He talked to one of his friends, they said Sabastian was here this morning... it might be worth staying here for a bit, just to make sure."

His face brightened up and he smiled, looking back between Cora and Vin as he replied, "that's great! At the very least we're only a day behind him even with the pile-up we had to crawl through. As long as we keep pushing, I'm hoping we'll catch up to him sooner rather than later." The man's eyes noticed how Vin was using the barstool as support, the man seeming to be a bit unsteady. Had he been drinking on an empty stomach?

"Oh, by the way, did you get a bite to eat?" He met Vin's eyes, making sure the big man didn't try to dodge his responsibility to take care of himself.

 

[Drobabes]

Francis eyes flicked up to Sabastian when he said he didn't need any water, almost seeming to glare at the little blond for a moment before he walked over and grabbed the bowl. He took it to the sink, rinsing it out before collecting some and bringing it over to Quint.

He knew Quint wasn't as physically injured as Sabastian, but he still sat him up with care, leaning his back against his chest as he held the bowl steady for him. Of course, Quint could have just took the bowl with his appendage, but, he really wanted that familiar comfort. Once he was done, Francis went to the sink to rinse it out again, and then collect some for Sabastian.

He stood over the little blond for a moment, simply staring down at his back. His face was still set in that scowl, but his eyebrow twitched just the smallest amount as his eyes took in the canvas of his back.

"Jesus fucking christ..." he said, half under his breath, before he bent down and held the bowl for him.

"You need to drink some. The drugs in your body will wear off on their own, but the more liquid in you, the better. And after you're done, I'll...move you. Back upstairs."

He was not looking forward to that. The blond was small and, for the most part light, but he would still have to carry him pretty carefully. He thought about how he was going to do that as Sabastian drank.
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Vin was in a considerably better mood now, having received that news, so he had no problem looking up and meeting Damien's gaze.

"Hmm? Yea, yea, I ate. Bartender as my witness."

Cora looked over to the bartender as he came up, the guy looking between the three companions before giving a nod to indicate that Delvin was telling the truth.

"Speaking of bartenders, I could use another drink."

He turned away from them then, leaning on the counter a bit heavily. Vin had been just a bit sneaky when the bottle had been sat on the counter earlier, and for every shot that the bartender thought he had poured the man, Delvin had snuck two more. He was very good at holding his liquor-until it caught up to him full force, however, so the barman hadn't noticed. Currently their guitar playing nomad was riding on about eight shots.

In truth, the news had both lifted his miserable spirits and terrified him. They might finally catch up to the little blond tomorrow, but, what the fuck was he going to say to him?

His hand came up to rub his face, as if that could wipe away the stress of the past few days.

 

[Poprockz]

He watched Fran, paying no mind to his not-so-warm look. The way he handled Quint was very affectionate. Even though he knew that they weren't related by blood, it truly did seem like Francisco acted as Quint's adoptive father, moving him with gentle care, worry written in the way his brows furrowed. He hadn't expected for Francisco to come over to him with the water after Quint, so he had simply been laying there not paying as much attention when he heard the man mutter an exclamation while seemingly looking at his back.

"You need to drink some. The drugs in your body will wear off on their own, but the more liquid in you, the better. And after you're done, I'll...move you. Back upstairs."

Sabastian paused for a few seconds and raised his eyebrow, "you can't just say something like that and not expect for me to ask for an explanation. Is it really bad back there? Please tell me he didn't write something awful like, "Kuznet was here." I don't think I could live with myself." The little blonde let out a weak chuckle and started to drink the water.

In truth, the statement was meant to hide his own worry about what his back might look like. He didn't think Kuznet had done anything vulgar per se, but he hoped it didn't look too gnarly. At second thought though, he supposed it didn't matter as much, seeing as Vin would likely never see it. Still, he was at least a bit curious.

He drank all the water in the bowl as instructed, not having known how thirsty he had really been. "I imagine Sayori is wondering where I've gone, so we should probably get going."

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Damien nodded approvingly, looking like a mother who had made sure her kid ate his vegetables. Though when he mentioned drinking a bit more, his brow furrowed. Vin did not look like he needed more alcohol, the man already seeming to be a bit unsteady.

The bartender came over and poured another shot, but before Vin could take it, Damien reached around him and took the shot, tossing it back and setting the shot glass back down again. "You sure you need any more liquor in you? You seem a bit unsteady on your feet already. If you can stand on one foot for at least fifteen seconds without falling over, I'll back off, but I really think you should ease up for now or we're going to have to drag your body to the nearest bed."

 

[Drobabes]

Quint had been lying on the floor and simply staring at the wall, but the mention of Sayori made him close his eyes and turn his body away from them. He wasn't a mind reader, no, but...he knew his jailer. The look on his face as the realization had dawned on Quint...

The shuffling noise had made Francis look down as he turned to set the bowl away, but he didn't say anything. Turning back to Sabastian, his expression was only more grim. Still, he did not say anything. Not until he reached out and started to shuffle the little blond, using the sheets to pull his body towards the edge.

"If you need to breathe, I would do it now."

He shoved his arms underneath the sheets, trying his best to pick him up in a way in which his weight would be evenly distributed, but he also didn't waste time trying to ease the process. It was going to sting like a bitch no matter what he did, so best to just get it over with.

Once he had him up on his arms, he stood up with a grunt, and then quickly shifted the little blond to lay chest to chest with him, trying to support most of his weight by keeping and arm wrapped under his ass and across the back of his thighs.

"Alright then" he said, only huffing a little.

"Here we go."

Quint didn't bother to look up at them, or even open his eyes, until he heard the door shut. Only then did he lift those tired lids and let the fresh tears spill down his face.
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Delvin had just been reaching out to pick the drink up, when it was suddenly snatched up before his eyes. He let his hand drop to the counter, and he let out a frustrated little sigh. Those two had been on his ass for the past few days, and he was really starting to get annoyed. All he wanted to do right now was drink until he couldn't think, and then pass the hell out.

"If you can stand on one foot for at least fifteen seconds without falling over, I'll back off, but I really think you should ease up for now or we're going to have to drag your body to the nearest bed."

"Alright mother hen" he said, turning his face to give him a bit of a sideways look as he raised his eyebrow at him, which in turn made Cora snort and have to turn her face away. She couldn't help it-he looked like such a goof with that clearly annoyed expression.

"How about we do this. I'll go to bed right now, but I'm taking a bottle of booze with me."

The bartender smiled, shaking his head slightly. He could tell Vin was obviously tired, but he didn't see the harm in letting the guy have a few more drinks before bed. So, he pulled him out a bottle. A small bottle, to be clear, but a bottle nonetheless.

Vin snagged it up before Damien had the chance to grab it, and then he turned slowly to look for his guitar.

"Why don't I..." Cora said, picking it up off the ground for him before he tried to reach down and embarrass himself by falling off the stool.

"...stay here and drink some coffee. Vin, didn't you win a bet with Damien a few days ago? Something about making him try some beer?"

She gave the boys a coy smile, keeping Damien's eye a little longer. Cora had had her alone time with her honey, and she was sensing that Delvin really needed a bit of that Midnight Club magic.