Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Drobabes]

He couldn't help it. Despite how much he wanted to hang onto his anger, whenever Sayori smiled at him like that, he just felt himself relaxing. Returning her smile with one of his own, he reached up to wipe away a stray trail of water that escaped his hair as he looked over to the small couches. They were love seats, hardy har, but despite her offer, Quint found himself instead looking over towards the little garden area. It was a little nicer than his own, and to his surprise, one of the flowers had begun to bloom.

"Hm" he said, standing.

"I think I got a better idea."

Looking down, he gave her a boyish grin, and then he stood and made his way over to one of the couches. He chose a couch that had a rug underneath it, knowing that there was likely a set of chains underneath the other couch, and not wanting to alarm her if The General hadn't already revealed that nasty little game to her yet.

Reaching down, he grabbed it by one of it's legs, and then he lifted the whole thing into the air as if it weighed nothing more than a sack of candy. Stabilizing it with his other hand, he then walked it over to the little sun area and used his foot to scoot the other chair out of the way before plopping the couch down. Once he scooted it a bit more to his liking, he looked over to her with that grin again and then gave her a bit of a bow.

"After you, Ma'lady~"

 

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The movement of his hand caught her eye and she appraised his hair while his gaze was elsewhere. It looked kind of spiky and wet, making her wonder if he had been taking a shower before they dragged him over. She had to admit that the way his wet hair fell made him look really attractive, almost as though he was a handsome merman who had just come out of the ocean or something. That thought almost made her blush, thinking to herself that it was a really dorky thing to have thought about him. Thankfully, he spoke first and distracted her from her thoughts.

"Hm. I think I got a better idea."

Sayori gave him a puzzled look as he got up and walked over to the couches. What could he possibly mean by that? It wasn't as though there were many places to go in the room. Maybe he was considering taking a blanket and making the dining room table into a fort or something. Whatever it was, she was quite interested to see what he intended.

What he did was surprising, but she had to admit that watching him move that loveseat was incredible. She knew he was strong, but she wasn't sure if she would ever get used to how easy everything was for him. When he was done, she had an impressed look on her face, not only in regards to his strength, but also in the idea of taking the couch over to the warmth of the light. She loved the garden and its light, but that chair they had in there wasn't super comfortable to her right now and wouldn't have been very fun with Quint having to stand.

With a big smile, she scooted the rest of the way and stood, shuffling over to him. While she was still sore, at least she wasn't limping at this point. Though when she was about halfway there, a little tingle went down her spine, one that felt a bit unfamiliar. She shrugged it off, giving him a big grin as she sat down on the couch and sighed with contentment. Her eyes closed and she basked for a moment before saying, "so. I have a second joke. Why do Niles's relationships always end really soon? It's because he breaks up with them as soon as he hears them talking dirty."

Her eyes opened and she looked at him sideways, obviously feeling pretty proud of that one.

 

[Drobabes]

Quint had plopped himself down on the couch heavily after she had taken a seat, it's small space only leaving a few inches between the two of them, though he didn't mind. He was a very touchy person when he was comfortable with someone, often having no problem leaning on people or slinging an arm around their shoulders-man or women. He understood that some people didn't like being touched so much, but he himself craved that close contact from people, in a non romantic way, and if they let him, he would have been happy to sprawl himself out on their laps like a lazy house cat.

His eyes had been looking over at the door as the warm light bathed his skin, but when he heard her light and cheerful voice, he looked down at her, eager to hear the joke and get his mind off of what Kuznet was up to in his room. Quint wasn't afraid of him finding anything in there, the only thing the zombie man wanting to keep hidden from him having already been hidden somewhere...well. Not exactly where the sun didn't shine, but he felt it pretty damn close to it.

"...It's because he breaks up with them as soon as he hears them talking dirty."

His reaction was immediate, a huge grin lighting up his face as he let out a loud laugh, his head leaning back for a moment as he brought his hand up to cover his mouth until he got it under control. When he manages to calm down enough, there is some stray tears in his eyes, and he looks down at her with amusement.

"Alright, we have to tell that one to Fran so he can put it in his comic. Holy shit that was good."

He reaches up then to wipe the stray tear from his eye, and then he chuckles again. Quint wasn't all that great at coming up with those really killer jokes like that, his forte usually being the really dumb, take you by surprise jokes, or simply finding something funny in the moment. However, he really appreciated a good joke, and he was really glad she had took a while to think on that one. It was definitely one that would have him laughing every time he thought back on it, especially with the memory of how she had looked at him sideways like that, a little twinkle of mirth in her eyes.

 

[Poprockz]

Quint's reaction was exactly what she had been hoping for, the sound of his laugh raising her spirits and making her want to think of new, better jokes if only to hear him let out that joyful noise.

"Ha! We absolutely should. I still haven't seen that comic of his, but I'm sure it-"

Her smile faltered for a moment and she looked away; though she tried not to show it, her expression would be somewhat similar to someone trying to hide the fact that they had a stomachache. The woman had felt a fluttering in her core, wondering why she now felt a bit turned on. Quint was a handsome man without a doubt, but she hardly thought she would get aroused just by looking at him. At the same time, she started to feel a bit dizzy, waves of warmth starting to radiate from between her legs.

She cleared her throat, feeling a bit worried and confused at what was going on with her body at that moment and not wanting to ruin the moment. "I'm, I'm sure it-"

"Ngh!" Sayori shuddered, her cheeks flushing as she wrapped her arms around her stomach, "Quint... I feel weird," she said hesitantly, standing up and looking around before returning her gaze to him, embarrassment apparent along with the worry. Weird was an understatement, as her entire body felt like its temperature was quickly rising. It left her breathless and sensitive, the woman panting in little huffs as she fell weakly back onto the little couch, her nipples poking out against her shirt. Every little movement seemed to rub them against the soft fabric, further teasing her. It was odd, the heat had come on so unexpectedly.

 

[Drobabes]

"I still haven't seen that comic of his, but I'm sure it-"

He had been happily grinning, listening to her talk, though when he saw that momentary look on her face, the smile slowly faded off his own. His eyes watched her for a moment, and he relaxed a bit when it seemed to pass-whatever it was. Perhaps with her body thinking it was pregnant, she might be getting a bit of false sickness?

"Quint... I feel weird..."

He sat up on the couch a bit, the look of worry coming over him again when she stood.

"Weird? Weird how?"

He wasn't sure what was going on, but if he could help he would. He was sure that Jonathon had given her the cure for whatever the hell he had given her the other night, but perhaps it had some lingering side effects? If she started to get too sick, consequences be damned, he would break that door open if only to get their attention and get her some help.

"Sayori, what's the matter? Tell me what you're feeling."

His blue jeweled eyes watched her with worry as she fell back onto the couch, and his hands went out to grip her shoulders gently. No sooner had he asked his question, and then felt her hot skin, did the smell suddenly hit him.

Quint had confused the look she had given him with pain, or perhaps a bit of nervous fear, but as she shuffled a bit on the couch, the air moved around her body and carried the heady scent of her womanly juices up to his nose. His nose does not crinkle in disgust, but his eyes widen with surprise for just a split second and he has to swallow hard as his own look of embarrassment suddenly comes over him. Just as quickly as it comes, though, it is soon replaced with a dark, dangerous, look of anger.

"Sayori, did he drug you?" he asked, leaning down suddenly to sniff near her neck and breath. It was a bit of an odd thing to do, admittedly, but he was trying to pick up the scent of anything 'off' or chemically, that would indicate she might have some kind of drug coursing through her. He wasn't an expert of course, but he had begun to pick up on smells that his normal human nose had never been capable of before, getting in quite a bit of practice when they brought the regular zombies back to their cells after having tested different substances on them.

Quint wasn't angry at her, of course not, but the way that she was suddenly acting had him thinking of only one possible explanation, and perhaps the 'room search' had just been to throw him off-this being the real reason he had been tossed in here. Well Kuznet must have lost the last of his goddamn marbles if he thought Quint was going to be so stupid as to fall for that, or let Sayori suffer that terrible humiliation again.

 

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"Sayori, what's the matter? Tell me what you're feeling."

She hadn't been able to answer him, opening her mouth and closing it as her cheeks flushed a little deeper. How was she supposed to explain to him what was going on? Saying something like, "I feel aggressively turned on right now" wasn't something she ever wanted to say to Quint, given their current relationship.

"Sayori, did he drug you?"

Were it not for the angry, urgent tone of his voice, she may have been too distracted to answer. Her expression changed to one of confusion as she searched her hazy mind for a moment, ultimately shaking her head no. The way he leaned over and smelled her neck felt extremely erotic to her at the moment, the woman shivering at the close proximity of his lips to her neck. "I haven't seen him today... And food was hours ago." She wished he would kiss her neck, though as soon as that thought came, she rejected it vehemently. Quint was a friend, she shouldn't be wanting that.

"Too hot..." she panted, squirming slightly as her hands started to move up. She couldn't stand having a shirt on any longer, needing to combat the overwhelming heat. Gripping the bottom of her sweater, she pulled it up and off over her head, depositing it beside herself. Her smaller breasts rose and fell as she huffed. At that point she still had the presence to feel shy about herself, her arms coming up to cover her small breasts from Quint's eyes and her body angled slightly away from him. This felt vaguely like what she had felt like when Kuznet had taken her earlier, this time was much more intense though.

Her pussy was getting so wet, the woman able to feel herself starting to drip into her pants. Speaking of which, even though her shirt was off, she felt like if she didn't take off all of her clothes, she would burn up from the heat of her body. She tried to resist it though, not wanting to be naked in front of Quint. Of course he had seen her naked before several times, but it was several times too many. Even though he had assured her that nothing would change between them no matter what Kuznet did to her, she couldn't fully believe that promise. She didn't want him to feel uncomfortable around her, not with all the things he had to bear with in his everyday life anyway.

"Mm!" A little whimper escaped her lips as her back arched slightly, her hips squirming restlessly. "Quint... What's happening? My body... My stomach feels like... I don't know..." She hadn't even noticed, but her hands had slowly gone from covering her her breasts to playing with them, her hands squeezing them gently, Sayori was feeling hazy and drunk in a way, her eyes starting to become slightly hooded as the eggs' chemical flooded her body, getting her prepared to have her eggs. Almost subconsciously, her legs spread, a visible wet spot now on the crotch of her pink pants.

 

[Drobabes]

Well, even if she hadn't seen him, that didn't guarantee that he still hadn't done it. Maybe he had slipped it in her food, like he often did with his own.

"Too hot..."

His look of anger was replaced with worry as he watched her peel her shirt off. He had had to move his hands as she did it, but now they hovered near her, mere inches from her skin as his mind raced with what to do. He could try to touch her-give her some relief with his own cool hands, but the way she was covering herself and shying away from him made him think better of it. Quint knew she was simply embarrassed, but in his mind, right now was not the time to be modest. Not if she were practically in pain with how heated she was becoming, and more than that, she might actually be overheating.

After a few more seconds of wracking his brain, he swiftly gets up off the couch and makes his way over to the sink in the bathroom. Once there, he peels off his own shirt and holds it under the water, getting it very damp and wet before bringing it back over to her. If the shirt wasn't enough to cool her down, then he would take her over to the sink and get her to drink some water as well, though he wanted to stay calm for her and not immediately rush her over there.

"Here, put this..."

His words trail off as his eyes glance down, taking note that her hands had gone from simply covering herself to playing with those soft mounds.

"Quint... What's happening? My body... My stomach feels like... I don't know..."

He swallows hard, tearing his eyes away to look back at her face as he moves forward and gently begins to manipulate her hands away from her chest and into the shirt, forcing her to put it on. In any other situation, the sight of her toying with herself like that would have made his dick as hard as diamonds. However, this was his friend, and his responsibility to do right by her far outweighed that more instinctual part of his brain.

"You're stomach?" he asks, a bit of strain in his own voice as the smell becomes so strong it almost makes him dizzy, and he has to hold his breath for a moment after speaking.

 

[Poprockz]

Quint would find that while he was able to put the cool shirt on her, it didn't stop her from panting and squirming. Once through the sleeves, her hands went back to her breasts, cupping and fondling them with that damp fabric in-between. It was so starkly cool compared to her skin that it felt erotic and sexy, like what hot wax would feel like were it cold instead of hot. It made her moan and stick her chest out a bit more.

Even the coolness of the shirt wasn't enough, her body still hot and needy as though desperately trying to tell her something important. And then it happened- a wave of pleasure rolled through her and she slumped in the seat, moaning and panting uncontrollably as it came to a peak and pushed her over the edge. When it passed, her trembling hands went to the edge of her pants and she wiggled out of them, kicking them off without a shred of modesty now.

"The eggs..." she gasped, not really able to articulate more than that at this point. Sayori wasn't sure how she knew, but maybe it was just that the wave of bliss had made her body strain as though it was starting to try to push something out.

With her pants off, she laid down sideways (taking up the loveseat by herself as he stood there) and squirmed, the pleasure coming in waves. It was definitely reminiscent of labor if labor was pleasure instead of pain. The woman started to moan loudly, her hips rolling as a slight bulge could be seen slowly rolling down her abdomen. Obviously, she was giving birth to the eggs right there and then, no ifs ands or buts about it. With a cry of bliss she came, her back arching as an egg exited her drenched pussy and rolled away slightly on the plush cushion. This egg's shell was much more firm than the ones he had removed, now fully mature.

The process was repeated several times until each of the four eggs had exited her body. Due to her diligent application of the salve she had been given, she didn't have any stretch marks and it almost seemed as though something in the eggs' chemical made it so that her stomach skin became normal once more, not looking as though she had just been pregnant. By the end of it, she lay there panting raggedly and trembling slightly from having had multiple orgasms during the process. It wasn't enough though, Sayori finding that her pussy craved more and that the only one able to give it to her... was Quint. She wasn't aware of it, but now that the eggs were out, the amount of pheromones' she was putting out was extremely high, courtesy of the eggs. It was an evolutionary trait to not only get the host willing and ready to be impregnated again, but also to encourage the zombie to take advantage of the opportunity.

She sat up and turned to let her legs come out over the sofa to lightly touch the floor. "Quint..." she whispered softly, leaning forward and laying little kisses on his abdomen above his pants. Her other hand delicately lighted upon him to slide up the skin of his side. "I'm so empty... I need something... My body feels so empty... So empty..." Sayori let out a little shuddering breath and dragged her tongue over his abs before pulling back and looking up at him- her doe-eyes looked a lot less innocent and a lot more full of lust.

 

[Drobabes]

The wet shirt idea seemed to have backfired; both for himself and Sayori. Perhaps in his panic and urge to help, he had forgotten what exactly happened when one wore a cotton white shirt and got it wet. He was soon reminded as he stood there helpless and unable to stop the little women as her body arched in the throes of bliss, her beautiful dark skin being highlighted to a lighter mocha tone as the thin wet cloth clung to every soft curve and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Before all of the blood could rush away from his head, he tried to look away, but he couldn't stop himself from hearing the way in which a moan seemed to almost be forced from her lungs, and the sweet scent, (yes, it did seem to have a sweetness to its natural musk), of her hot core wafted to his nose once more as he was forced to let go of the breath he had been holding.

"The eggs..."

His eyes widened even further, and he looked down at her, the realization of what was really going on suddenly hitting him. In a small way it made him feel a bit better, as at least she had not been drugged, but this new insight only brought him more mental turmoil. The eggs were coming, now, and Sabastian wasn't here to help guide him in what to do or what to expect.

"Shit! Uh, it'll be alright. That's right, just lay down. I'm right here Sayori, I won't let anything happen."

Jeez he felt like a father at the bedside of his pregnant wife-lost, confused, and pumped full of so much adrenaline that he thought he might faint. But on top of all that, this was wrong, oh, so wrong, in so many ways. If it were not for the fact that Sayori looked like a little sex goddess with the way she was moving and writhing, moaning out in what he could only assume must have felt like pure ecstasy, and his cock was slowly awakening, he might have been absolutely horrified.

He continued to watch, jeweled blue eyes wide as he stood there helplessly, until the last of the eggs had been deposited on the soft cushions.

Throughout the process, which was surprisingly quick once it got going, Quint had started to sweat a bit. His own heart-rate seemed to have kicked up a bit more, though not just from the adrenaline alone, no. The smell that was now coming from Sayori, seemingly being excreted through every pore, was so strong that he found himself starting to shake a bit. His breathing began to pick up and come in soft pants and huffs, just as Sayori's had, and try as he might, he couldn't seem to stop the way in which his cock was now growing to full mass, pressing almost painfully against his jeans.

"Quint...I'm so empty... I need something... My body feels so empty... So empty..."

He hadn't even noticed her sitting up, so overcome with a wave of lust as he was, but he most definitely took notice as those warm little hands touched him and her heady voice filled his ears.

"Sayori...don't..."

He swallowed hard, her little kisses making his cock twitch. When that wet little tongue came out to play, his hands went down to her shoulders to try and stop her, to try and push her back. However, he made the mistake of looking down into her eyes just as he did so, and the need he saw there was anything but cute and innocent. She was womenly; heavenly and strong, in so many ways, and without even meaning to, his hips bucked forward just a few inches as he panted and groaned.

"God...mm, no, Sayori, we...we have to stop. This isn't...us..."

Fuck if he didn't want it to be, though. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him to give in, to let her continue, and the only thing that momentarily jerks him back to reality is the sound of the door opening.

Kuznet strode in, and then paused. His eyes surveyed the scene slowly. First he took in the sight of Quint, standing there half naked and shaking with all four of his tentacles out, (which he hadn't even seemed to notice he had done), and rocking a massive boner with an ever growing wet spot on the front of his jeans. He then slowly looked down to the couch, and Sayori's beautiful little body wearing that white shirt like a virgin wife's dress.

Her flat and taut tummy was what finally drew his attention down to the eggs, and all at once, the scene made sense.

 

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"Sayori...don't... God...mm, no, Sayori, we...we have to stop. This isn't...us..."

"But... I need it... I need you." was her soft answer. The woman moved upward slowly, her eyes simultaneously begging and demanding. She had never felt such a strong desire to be taken, to want someone to to touch, lick, and fuck her until she couldn't remember where she was. At that point, she couldn't think much about the consequences of her actions, nor could she hang on to her own sense of decency. All that consumed her was the unquenchable need to have Quint fuck her. His hands looked so sexy, though she couldn't help but feel that they would look so much sexier if he was touching her breasts and playing with her sensitive nipples.

Getting up, she slowly circled around Quint, using the fact that he seemed not to want to touch her to back him up until he was forced to sit on the sofa.

While she had momentarily glanced at Kuznet when he entered, she didn't pay him much mind. Right now, her need to be filled up with Quint's dick or tentacles far outweighed any fear of retaliation from the General. She burned with a lust that drowned out anything else, her body needing a medicine that only he could give her. Though in truth, if Kuznet had forced Quint out the door and preyed upon her, she would still have begged for Kuznet's cock until he gave it to her, no matter how degrading that would have been.

She straddled his leg, her pussy rubbing against his pants as she basically dry-humped him in a slow, sensual way. Though, to say it was dry was extremely inaccurate, her pussy leaving a wet spot where it rubbed, her juices almost soaking through the fabric of his jeans. Her knee was also tactically placed to rub gently against his groin, teasing the prisoner that she wanted to jail-break.

"You don't have to actually have sex with me, just...maybe use one of those smooth tentacles. Put it deep inside me like when you removed my eggs before. It filled me up so nicely..." Seemingly at the thought of it, her body suddenly shuddered, the woman letting out a whimper of pleasure and leaning against him weakly as she came against his leg, still grinding on it insatiably. Sayori panted raggedly and let her mouth come up near his ear as she murmured (unknowingly just loud enough for Kuznet to hear), "it was hot inside me, wasn't it? You slid in-between my legs so easily after putting in that lube... It was so warm and thick it almost felt like you were cumming inside me."

A soft little moan could be heard in his ear as she pressed her wet, shirt-covered breasts against his bare chest. Were Quint paying attention, he would have felt her hands going from his shoulders, down around where her breasts were pressed, then down further on his abs until she started to get dangerously close to his zipper, her intent obvious.

Kuznet could stand there and watch for all she cared, the General being the last thing on her mind.

 

[Drobabes]

The General made his way into the room at a leisurely pace, his hands going to cross behind his back as a slow, wicked smile spread his lips ever so slightly. He had already sent Jonathon off, having found nothing of note in Quinton's room, and now he had the two all to himself. Though, on the one hand...

Quint swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving her as she circled him like prey. God, if there was anything she could have done to crumble his resolve, it was this-completely taking control and making her desires known as she all but forced him to sit down, lest he let his quivering hands reach out to feel her heated skin. He was only seconds away from doing just that, however, so instead he let his hands reach down to each side of him and grip onto the cushions, all but ripping the fabric from them in his desperation to stay in control.

"S-Sayori, no! You...you're not thinking straight. Please..."

A heavy breath left him as his chest heaved, and then he hissed and shuddered, his eyes closing as she lewdly rubbed herself on him. Shit, she was so wet, and the heat of it against his leg made his cock jump and his hips lift the couch slightly, a guttural groan leaving his lips as he fought back a wave of pleasure at the feeling of her rubbing him through the denim, threatening to make him spill his load into his jeans.

"You don't have to actually have sex with me, just...maybe use one of those smooth tentacles...it was hot inside me, wasn't it?..It was so warm and thick it almost felt like you were cumming inside me..."

A strangled sound, almost like a dog whining, left him as those lustful words heated against his ear. His hips lift again, and he tries to move his head away from that tantalizing mouth.

When he dares to open his eyes, a shiver of fear runs down his spine. Kuznet was directly in front of him; those ice cold eyes looking into his own with that familiar madness. Quint didn't dare to move, except to shake with need, as the mountain of a man pulled back and collected the eggs. After all four of the eggs were safely tucked in his arm, The General turned his gaze to Sayori.

Finally, and only out of a need to protect her, Quint lifts his hands and wraps his arms around her small frame. An angry scowl comes to his heated face, though it quickly turns to confusion as Kuznet simply walks away. He watches him make his way over to the photographs, pausing briefly to pick one up, before he turns to look over his shoulder with that same strange grin.

Somewhere deep in the back of Quint's mind, he knew that he needed to be worried. He knew that he needed to pull himself out of the fog, to fight this and get up and see exactly what The General had done, but as the door was shut behind the mountain of a man and the two were left alone to their own devices, Quint simply could not hold it back any longer. Her tiny frame, grinding and panting against his hard body as his hands felt the silky smooth texture of her skin, has him unraveling. With sudden intensity, he closes his eyes and hugs her close as a loud and guttural groan fills the air, wave after wave of intense, almost drug induced euphoria, fills him and he spills his hot creamy seed against the denim of his pants.

It seems to go on forever, and yet, it was all over too quickly. It left him feeling empty and craving more rather than being sated, and somehow makes him even hornier than he had been. Without meaning too, his tentacles come up to gently touch her, caressing along her thighs and back.

"Sayori," he whines, almost pleading with her.

"If you don't tell me to stop, I don't think..."

He swallows hard, and his eyes open slowly, looking down into her own soft brown with vulnerability.

"I don't think I can...hold back. Your smell...fuck, it's, it's intoxicating. Please, Sayori, please tell me to stop."

 

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Despite the fact that Kuznet had stealthily (or perhaps not-so-stealthily seeing the state they were in) snuck up close to them, Sayori didn’t divert her attentions away from Quint. She had noticed Kuznet out of the corner of her eye, but frankly didn’t care. Nor had she answered Quint’s first beseeching comment about her not thinking straight. She already knew that- the fact that she was mad with lewd desires at the moment. Knowing did nothing to sate her though, nothing to fill her up and treat the hunger in her loins. For that reason, she merely pushed all thought of resistance and reason to the back of her mind, incapable of seeking anything other than pleasure with the man she was straddling.

His arms around her made her think that maybe he was coming around to the idea of chasing that beautiful bliss with her, not having seen his expression of anger toward the General. It only made her grind and rub with more insistence, feeling the way his body was breathing hard and tensing. She wanted him to cum, to be pleasured right alongside her. When he finally squeezed her and made his final noise of ecstasy, she felt her body shudder with satisfaction and need.

His arms seemed to loosen after what seemed like a prolonged orgasm, the woman impressed at how hard he must have climaxed. The next thing she knew, she could feel light touches on her body and she knew it wasn’t his human hands. Honestly, the thought of being fondled and pleasured by his tentacles turned her on immeasurably. Even sober, she enjoyed a good tentacle porn, finding the idea of it like being with multiple men, but only with one in a way.

“Sayori... If you don't tell me to stop, I don't think... I don't think I can...hold back. Your smell...fuck, it's, it's intoxicating. Please, Sayori, please tell me to stop."

She met his gaze, one of her hands coming up to caress his neck. “I want you so badly, I can’t say those words. I want to feel you...” Her eyes closed for a moment as though imagining it. “I want to feel you inside me."

Her other hand finished the final inch or two of its journey and unbuttoned his pants, the hand on his neck moving down to join it in unzipping them and reaching inside to pull out his cock gently. It was covered in semen, getting her hands wet as she freed him. Once his throbbing pole was out, she lifted her hands up and started licking her fingers while looking into his stormy eyes, lewdly cleaning off his cum. It was funny, even lewd and horny as she was, there was something dainty about the way her tongue lapped at the thick cream on her skin.

When her fingers were clean, she moved her leg so that she was now fully straddling his lap, his cock now resting against her core. Her arms went loosely around his neck and she leaned forward so that her lips were an inch from his.

"Stop thinking and let go." Not a moment after the last syllable left her lips did she press her lips against his, those plump little lips seemingly trying to steal every last ounce of restraint he had left.

 

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Her warm hand coming up to his neck made his own large hands slide down her side, though he tried to stop himself when he got to her hips. He was still fighting, straining against the fog in his mind and grasping desperately at something to hold onto. He knew this wasn't right, that were she not being effected by some chemical or hormone, or whatever it was, she would not have chose this...but with every breath he breathed in, the sweet smell of her filled him up and made that aching, wanton pain, only more intense. It was as if the very act of fighting it only spurred it on.

"I want you so badly, I can’t say those words. I want to feel you..."

Her movement after those words drew his eyes down to her lips, and his hand squeezed her soft flesh. He drew in a ragged breath as one of his tentacles began to snake up and around her stomach, where the eggs had once been, and then deftly slip under her shirt. It was only with the very last shred of his will power that he stops himself from wrapping it around one of those soft little mounds, her pert nipples simply begging for him to take them into his mouth.

"We shouldn't...fuck!" he hisses, the feeling of her small fingers touching his engorged member making him throw his head back against the couch as his hips buck involuntarily. The tentacle that had been sneaking up her chest suddenly wraps all the way around her middle, though whether it was an attempt to stop her or keep her on his lap was unclear. When his blue jeweled eyes look back down, they become lazer focused on her dainty little hands and lips, the sight of her licking his own lovely cum from her finger tips being one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. He almost came again just from the thought of it, though something in the more animalistic part of his brain told him to save it, that he would want to be filling those soft, tight holes of hers very soon.

"Stop thinking and let go."

Stop thinking? That's all he had wanted to do since he came here. Every waking moment in this hell had been a fight not to give in, not to let his mind fall through the cracks of despair and crushing pain. Sarah, Brandon, his sister...they all tore at his psyche and whispered at him from the moment he awoke, and sometimes long after he fell asleep. Was it selfish to want to forget about them, even for a second? It seemed as if he was already in hell, and yet, if he could fall deeper, perhaps doing so with a friend would soften the landing.

"Mm!"

His eyes close as a little sound of need meets her kiss, and all at once, Quint gives in.

The hands on her hips suddenly grip her with an almost painful squeeze as he pulls her ass forward a bit. His hard cock, already throbbing from the exquisite, searing heat of her pussy, suddenly jumps to attention as it seeks out her entrance, and once there, delves deeply between her hot folds as he bucks his hips up, being none too gentle about it.

He only breaks the kiss so that he can groan loudly, his body shaking as closes his eyes tightly and his tentacles, which had been softly rubbing along the sides of her thighs, wrap around her legs and all but lock her into place.

Sayori had won. Quint had given in, and now, even if she had asked him to stop, the more alien part of his brain would not have let him. He would not be able to stop until he had pumped her absolutely full of his seed.

 

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Sayori whimpered softly against his lips as she felt his hands squeeze her and brusquely pull her into a more opportune position for him. The way he squeezed her conveyed just how badly he wanted her which only fueled her own desire. She knew what was coming now that his cock could be felt rubbing along her drenched petals, but she hadn't expected how good it would feel when it finally breached her entrance.

At that point, if Quint hadn't pulled back then it would have been her doing so. She couldn't help but let out a lustful moan as she felt him spearing her hot depths. While she hadn't gotten a chance to really look at his cock, she could feel that it was long and thick, but certainly not a monster like Kuznet's. With Quint, there was no pain and no struggle to take him deep. The woman's body trembled slightly as a small orgasm ran through her for a moment.

Oh god, she wanted him. She wanted him so badly. For the first time since she had arrived there, she found herself wanting to give herself completely to someone. When Kuznet drugged her, she had been in more of a passively horny state, simply allowing him to take her because it felt good in the moment. Sayori had been fooled into forgetting his cruelty and dark motivations, allowing herself to reciprocate when he had touched her and fucked her. She had sought validation from him, her hopes and self-respect ultimately being crushed much like her windpipe would have been if he had squeezed any harder. The bruises from their encounter still lingered on her bare neck, her pearls under one of the pillows on the bed.

Quint wasn't like that. Even in her aphrodisiac-influenced state, she knew she was safe with him and that he would never be cruel to her like the rest of them. He was kind and thoughtful, a bright light in a dark well that she couldn't climb out of. She was safe giving herself to him because he didn't want to posses her, and that made her heart warm with admiration and gratitude.

Her hips started moving, her legs lifting her small frame up and down on his lap as she rode him. She could feel the way his tentacles were now snugly wrapped around her legs, but it didn't alarm her in the slightest. In fact, she wouldn't have minded if he had bound her completely, her trust in him absolute. The ones on her legs restricted her movement, only allowing her to pull off just so much before keeping her from moving further; it seemed as though it was their intent to prevent her from ever fully pulling off of that throbbing rod. The tentacle wrapped around her middle was tantalizingly close to her breasts, the woman's nipples hard from the cool, wet t-shirt that clung to her skin. Where the fourth tentacle was, she had no idea, but it wasn't really a concern anyway.

"Yes... Quint..." Closing her eyes, she tipped her head back, her lips slightly parted as she panted and moved. Previously around his neck, her arms moved so that she could grip his shoulders for support, using them slightly as leverage for her movement. She wanted him to fill her up until she was overflowing with his cum, removing any trace that Kuznet's own filthy seed had been inside her. It was odd- her hips and pussy should have still been sore, but for some reason the birthing of the eggs had either healed her, or given her some powerful pain relief.

 

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Jesus, he could barely think anymore. He hadn't moved at first for fear of hurting her small frame, the bruises on her skin still so dark. He had planned on taking it slow, to simply let their bodies be connected to fill the primal need of whatever this drug was, but with each small lift of her hips, his cock felt as if it was being worked in a warm, wet, vice, and before long he was using those strong tentacles around her legs to help lift her. He watched her moan and writhe atop him, his eyes hooded as she said his name and leaned back, her body obviously enjoying being filled with him.

He was completely losing himself to lust, her sweet juices having completely taken over his sense of smell to the point where he couldn't recognize anything else in the room but her. They had even soaked through his jeans around where she was working his cock, and the feeling of that warm wetness spurred him on to move more boldly. His hands slid under her shirt as the tentacle wrapped around her middle moved to up to gently squeeze one of her soft little breasts. With needy movements, Quint quickly peeled her wet shirt off, tossing it aside on the couch and then bending down to lavish her other breast with attention, his warm wet mouth latching on to her pert little nipple and sucking it gently. A groan works through his chest again, and his hands slide up her back to grip her shoulders gently, pulling her down to grind her against his erection after each lift from his tentacles.

There was a primal urge in him to bring his fourth tentacle out, and with just a second of brief clarity, Quint felt a shudder of relief that he had mutilated it. After the first time that Kuznet had attempted to throw Sayori at him and demand that he impregnate her with his eggs, Quinton had feared that something like this may happen one day; that Kuznet would find some way to drug him to this point where he completely lost his will and willingly did his bidding. And he would have, as even now, the part of his brain that had changed was screaming at him with a primal urge to fill her with his eggs, even if he was completely against doing so. Had he not made it impossible to do it, he might have given in and held her down while working himself deep inside into her womb.

It was a small victory, really, as unless The General wanted to completely bind him, Hannibal style, for every moment that he could not directly observe him, then he was going to keep doing it for as long as he was allowed.

He let her warm breast go to lick up her soft flesh, moving to give her a trail of soft kisses until he reached her neck. Once there, he parted his lips and sucked on her skin softly as his body began to shake with an oncoming orgasm. The tentacles on her legs began to lift her small bottom with more speed, and the one around her breast moved to take her soft nipple in the small opening at the tip, using a sucking motion to gently pull and tease her taut little teat.

Suddenly he could feel himself swelling, the sensitivity in the tip of his tentacle being the final stimulation pushing him over the edge. His lips move from the crook of her soft neck to just under her earlobe, kissing and nipping her gently as his arms suddenly pull her close again, almost feeling a bit vulnerable as his cock suddenly jumps and spills his hot seed deeply inside her depths. Breathing raggedly, he lets out a moan of satisfaction as he lifts his hips up, his eyes clenching shut as he really tries to push the last of those creamy thick spurts as deeply as he can.

When the last of his seed is spilt, and he feels himself finally beginning to relax a little, Quint takes in a few ragged breaths and tries to clear his head. Regret was quickly itching back into his mind, and yet, just as quickly as he seems to have gotten his sense back, a deep breath brings in her smell and all at once, his softening cock seems to jump to attention once more. Within seconds it is hardening to full mass within her silky sleeve, and before he has time to try and fight it again, his hips begin to lift and bounce her plush ass against his groin.

"Sayori..." he moans, his lips on her neck becoming more needy and hungry. The aphrodisiac was filling him with energy, and he was far from being done with her.

 

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If Quint hadn't taken off her shirt, she would have been tempted to do so herself. While it felt cool and nice, she desired to be completely skin-to-skin with him. He still had his pants on, but it was only a matter of time before they discarded those too. They were getting even more wet from Sayori's juices and soon they would be soaked with his seed as well, she had no doubt.

There had been something very foreign about the tentacle wrapping around her breast, but she found that it only turned her on more. It was so gentle, despite what it was capable of, its caress very delicate as it massaged her. A shuddery breath followed by a whimper left her as she felt the heat of his tongue light upon her other nipple just before his mouth followed and sucked it inside. There was something so erotic and intimate about it, Quint sucking on her nipple. It was something she never would have imagined happening between them, and yet it felt so right and natural.

Now that his tentacles on her legs were doing most of the work, she moved her arms around his neck again, one of them cradling his head and working her fingers through his still-damp hair. At the same time, she could feel his own hands pulling her closer, causing her to need to arch her back to keep his mouth upon her breast. When it moved on, she shivered from the way his lips made her skin tingle wherever they ended up lighting upon, especially when he reached her sensitive neck. His mouth was so reverent, treating her simultaneously as though he wanted to be gentle, but also wanted to lavish her passionately.

All of that combined with the way he was moving her to grind against him made her pant and moan in bliss, almost dizzy with how good it all felt. She could feel the flower of bliss blossoming in her core just as she felt that tentacle actually suck on her pert little nipple, it having been completely unexpected. Her beautiful little voice cried out as she climaxed, her passage squeezing and spasming around Quint as he moved more quickly, drawing out her pleasure and escalating it until she squirted on top of him and felt a familiar warmth spreading within. It seemed as though Quint had cum as well, Sayori smiling to herself in satisfaction at how they could share such pleasures together.

A sigh left her and she leaned her head against his for a moment, closing her eyes and resting. What she hadn't expected was for his cock to feel as though it was already hard again, his hips suddenly starting up another round. With her pussy already being sensitive, she moaned and huffed, drawing her head back and feeling like she might melt against him. Her body was singing with pleasure, yet it almost felt as though her hunger was far from being sated as well.

"Sayori..."

She shivered, wondering if he too was feeling the same way, his lips attending to her more fervently now.

"Quint... you feel... perfect." That was really the only way she could describe it, her fingers gripping his hair firmly yet not painfully as her breasts jiggled from his movements. His cock, his body, the way he touched her and said her name, it was all so overwhelmingly erotic while maintaining Quint's gentle disposition. She didn't think she would ever reach the highs she was reaching with him in that room with anyone else, especially none of the officers.

 

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Her voice was like a sweet melody to his ears and he found himself wanting to taste the sweet lips that had ushered it forth, though he found it difficult to pull away from her silky skin as he felt those delicate little fingers weave into his hair. The slight pressure with which she gripped his scalp called to a dark desire deep in Quint's psyche, a part of himself that enjoyed being treated roughly. He would never consider anything that Kuznet had ever done to him to be erotic in any way, but he could not deny that it had an effect on the way his desires had formed as he matured.

His hips suddenly piston into her tight pussy with more speed, his tentacles aiding to lift her once again. On about the sixth hard thrust, he holds her down against his groin to grind against her lewdly, his tongue coming out to lick from the her earlobe, down, and the under her chin slightly against her neck, following along the line of bruised pearls.

With sudden realization that might have scared him a bit, were he not so horny, Quint realizes that his tongue was extending farther than should have been possible. It should have disgusted him, but in that moment, all he could think about were the implications, and with a groan of need, he pulls it back into his mouth so that he can nip her sensitive flesh.

One of his hands slides up from her shoulder, weaving itself into her soft hair as he finally moves his face back enough to meet her soft lips. As he kisses her, his tongue delving into her sweet mouth just enough to toy with her own, he stands up from the couch and carries her over to the bed, all the while his tentacles still holding her thighs firmly and supporting her weight. More importantly, though, they helped to keep her locked into place on his throbbing member until he deemed it time to gently lay her down upon the soft sheets.

As soon as her back hits the bed, he was upon her, his large hands cupping and kneading her hips as his tentacles makes themselves busy once more with circling around her soft mounds, gently squeezing them as the third dances between her hardened nipples, the tip of it latching onto each one in turn and applying a gentle suction that had Quint grinding his wet erection against the skin of her belly, tantalizing and teasing just over her soft folds. His lips found hers to kiss her softly, sucking her bottom lip gently before letting go and moving back to her ear once more.

"I want to taste you Sayori," he pants, his breath ragged as his hips buck once more.

"You smell so sweet. Please let me..."

Quint had begged for her to tell him to stop not moments ago, and now, all he could think to do was beg for her permission to drink from her sweet waters until he was lost within her warm depths.

 

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"Ah! Ah! Ah! Oooooh!" Sayori gasped and moaned, his hips making it impossible for her to hold back her voice. Not that she was trying, but Quint simply had a way of coaxing sounds from her that she hadn't heard before, notes of bliss that she hadn't sung. She wasn't sure what had spurred him into thrusting with such enthusiasm, but she wasn't going to question it, wonderful as it was. When he stopped and simply took his time grinding their hips together, she couldn't help but cum once more, her eyes closing as her body shuddered. At this point, she wasn't even sure if she had the strength to stand, her legs surely trembling and unsteady.

She had felt his tongue traveling while in the throes of bliss, but hadn't noticed that it had elongated, her eyes having been hidden behind her lids and long eyelashes. "Mm!" a little noise of pleasure came from her lips from that little nip of his, her lips now parted as he pushed his own against hers. Sayori soon felt his tongue slip into her mouth, and she could feel her heart beating fast. He was a good kisser and each caress of his tongue seemed to chip away at the memory of the last time she had been kissed, the General's disgusting tongue starting to become a distant wisp of a memory.

Intoxicated by his lips and tongue, she kissed him back without restraint. However, when she felt him lifting her, she almost pulled back, unsure of what he was doing. Though a flick of his tongue brought her attention back and she melted once more, simply trusting Quint not to drop her if he intended to go anywhere. His tentacles seemed to do a fine job keeping her up, so she simply relaxed, enjoying the feeling of his cock throbbing hotly within her as they traveled.

It made sense that he would take her to the bed, and she found herself glad that he had. The warm light from the garden had been doing nothing to cool her down, but the cool sheets felt so nice upon her skin, so soft and comfortable. She didn't have time to rest though, the zombie descending upon her with his three sinful tentacles, heavenly lips, and godly cock. Sayori writhed underneath him, arching her back and panting hard when she could from all that sweet stimulation. Each squeeze of her breasts and suction of her nipples had her tingling, her pussy feeling like it was producing enough fluids to drown a man.

When he finally drew back from her lips, she looked up at him, wishing his mouth would come back to her. Or at the very least she wished that lustful cock would plunge inside of her again instead of rubbing her so tantalizingly. His leaning down almost made her believe she had gotten her wish until he instead went for her ear.

"I want to taste you Sayori... You smell so sweet. Please let me..."

Sayori didn't quite understand it herself, but her cheeks went a bit pinker than they were before and she found that she couldn't quite find any words. All she could do was swallow hard and nod at Quint, granting him permission to delve between her legs and taste her. Of course sex was intimate, but there was something deeply personal about allowing a man to lick and lap between her legs, his eyes able to see her pussy directly up close if he wished. There had only been a handful of men she felt comfortable enough with to allow them this, but it was safe to say that Quint could have asked her for anything at that moment and she would have agreed.

She was surprised that he was asking for that though, seeing as he wouldn't find any sexual relief in doing so. For that reason, she found it a bit touching that he was seeking to pleasure her in that way. With another shuddering breath, she found a few words she could get out, "I'm yours." What she meant was that her body was his for as long as they both felt this way, Kuznet be damned.

 

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While he waited for her answer, he let one of his hands slide up her side, feeling her skin under his hand as her soft little pants made her chest rise and fall. Once he reached his destination-not her soft pillowy breast, but the curve of her neck, and then her cheek, he cupped it softly and slid his thumb along the line of her jaw. In a way he was still asking, hoping she would say yes, and when he felt her nod in agreement, he let out a little breath and quickly moved back to kiss her.

It was a short kiss, his eyes wanting to roam over her face as he took in the details of that soft blush, his hips still grinding against her as she spoke. Those specific words sent a soft relief through him, and then he bent down once more to steal another kiss, breaking it only briefly to say "thank you", before he kissed her again. For Quint, it was more than just a 'thank you' for allowing him to do it, it was the closest thing that he could get to her consent in that moment. Later, when he was in his right mind once more, he would conveniently forget the details of her willingness in favor of hating himself for giving in and seemingly taking advantage of her. For right now though, right in this moment with the little angel that had given him a tangible reason to stay sane, he craved her validation and to know that this was ok, that it was alright for him to simply let go and enjoy this with her.

When he had had his fill of her lips, he finally began his decent down her heated body. So caught up in his lust and excitement, he didn't bother to tease her with soft kisses and small caresses, instead easily and swiftly moving until he was between her legs, and the source of her sweet smell was pure concentrated heaven. He has to swallow hard at the sight of her, so soaking wet from their activities, and the last action he takes is to briefly glance up to meet her gaze and give her what he hoped would come across as a soft, encouraging, smile. He wanted nothing more than for her enjoy every ounce of pleasure that he could provide.

Quint's hands found her plump ass cheeks a mere second before his lips kissed her soft petals. His eyes closed slowly, and with a groan of pure need, he opened his mouth wide and took a large portion of her beautiful pussy into his needy embrace, making sure to cover all of her clit as he gently suckled and drank her wine. Another long groan works through his throat, vibrating against her soft pussy, as he becomes almost drunk from taste of her. If her smell had been heaven, then her taste was surely the temptation of the devil, whispering for him to become one with her, if only so he would never have to go without her taste ever again.

It was slightly salty, but there was a sweetness to it that he simply couldn't identify, having never tasted it before, and he found himself needing more. Moving his mouth down only slightly, he let his tongue come out to play, slowly lapping up any excess moisture from her petals before suddenly diving in very deeply. He had no idea how far his tongue could go, but he wasn't about to stop himself until he could taste every last inch of her.

 

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Even in the state she was in, she recognized how sweet Quint was being. The tender touch of his hand on her chin and those sweet little kisses of gratitude. It made her heart flutter, Sayori wondering through the haze in her mind how such simple gestures made her feel something inside that was separate from the burning lust she felt. It felt warm, but so much softer than the lewd feelings that coursed through her. When he met her gaze and thanked her, her eyes looked at him with a mixture of infatuation and deep craving.

He didn't have to ask, he could have just slid down her body and went to town, but he had purposefully taken the time to get her blessing before continuing. That considerate gesture made her all the more willing to spread her legs for his eager mouth.

When all was said and done and she was alone with her thoughts later, Sayori would feel the heavy pressure of guilt as well. Quint had said "no" multiple times in multiple different ways and yet she had ignored his protests and continued until he was forced to give in. It would tear her up inside, the thought of Quint having been coerced into something he hadn't wanted to do, thinking that even in these moments, it was her fault that he had given in to the chemicals coursing through his veins. She could have gone to the bed and touched herself until dawn, and yet she had chosen to rub against him, force him down upon the couch, and kiss him.

For now though, all she felt was a connection to Quint, a closeness that she craved. He was everything she needed and wanted in this dark place, a gentle man with a gentle heart. Their eyes met as he finished moving down to the source of that sweet scent, his smile seeming a bit suave from Sayori's eyes. It made her smile, his expression making her feel as though he simply wanted her to relax and lay back.

How could she relax though? As soon as his mouth made contact, it felt like sparks were flying from every time he sucked or flicked his tongue. He was holding her like a watermelon, cupping her and burying his mouth in her sweet fruit. Closing her eyes, she was forced to let her head lay back, writhing and squirming in order to prevent herself from being overcome with just how good it felt. It almost felt like she was orgasming perpetually, though her body seemed to be whispering that he was going to take her further if he continued like that. If it was wine he sought, he had it. Her pussy had no shortage of drink what with how aroused he continued to make her.

Her hands gripped the sheets for stability, though she couldn't prevent her thighs from starting to come inward and snugly squeeze his face. She didn't even recognize the moans and whimpers coming from her mouth, her sounds conveying her ecstasy. His groan almost sent her over the edge, her body shuddering slightly before recovering. Sayori didn't have all that much time to get balanced again though as she felt his tongue slither into her pussy and continue past where it would have been humanly possible.

"Oh God..!" she whimpered in a desperate, heady voice, her legs trembling as she felt his tongue delve even further inside. How in the hell was his tongue even that long? Was it some kind of zombie mutation that made his tongue into a tentacle? He hadn't ever told her about any kind of side-effect like that. Some might find it embarrassing, but she figured that since Quint was open about most things, he probably would have made some kind of joke about it being popular with the ladies or something. Whatever it was, it was driving her mad, giving her something she had never experienced before.

Reaching down, she slid her fingers into his hair again and gripped him once more, almost as though she was begging him not to stop by the firm hold she had on her handsome bedfellow. Though she did feel the need to follow that up with verbal confirmation. "Don't stop..." she begged, her voice breathless and labored. "Quint. You're... so deep!" This was followed up by an uncontrollable moan as she felt him delve deeper than even some cocks had gone.

 

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The way in which she was responding to him was the only thing equal to the pleasure between her legs. He had been a bit lost in a haze of his own enjoyment, but her sudden exclamation and the tight grip on his hair sent Quint into a bit of a frenzy. With excitement, and renewed energy, he began to truly explore her inner folds, his newly discovered altered appendage delving deeper then even he expected. He had a feeling that his tongue could extend further, but her sweet canal did have it's own limits, and he finally came to a stop as his tongue tasted her cervix.

Quint shivered as a lingering taste of the very pheromone that was driving them both to such new heights coated his tongue. It was like a shot of adrenaline straight to his dick and balls, and with a loud, deep, moan, he began to sweep his warm, slick tongue into every crevice of her moist heat, lapping up everything that she was willing to give him. His tentacles began to moved down her body, abandoning her soft breasts in favour of helping him out elsewhere. Notably, one wrapped around her right thigh, and while he couldn't use it for it's true purpose, his fourth came out to wrap around her other thigh. Together, the two tentacles gently pushed her thighs out slightly, and then up just a bit towards her chest, giving him better access as he began to feast upon her with fervor.

His other two appendages came down to help him quickly lose his jeans, not even bothering to take the time to toss them off the bed. Once he was completely free of his restraining clothing, one of those tentacles came under him to aid in his own release, wrapping around his cock and quickly working him up to the peak of orgasm. Just before he reached it, however, he used his fourth tentacle to drool a large amount of warm lube down the crack of her ass, and the feeling of the sensitive tip of that tentacle working itself gently into her puckered hole sent him hard over the edge.

His tentacle paused only an inch in her ass, waiting almost as if it had a mind of it's own as it's master let lose with spurt after creamy spurt onto the blankets below.

Quint drew his tongue back slowly, panting raggedly as he licked his lips, and then cleaned the excess juices that he had missed. His cock was still throbbing and red, despite the orgasm he had just received from the soft touch of his own appendage, and just as before, it was almost as if cumming had only left him feeling more wanton, needing more.

Slowly, his appendage began to delve deeper into her tight entrance, taking the time to stroke back out and squirt more warm lube, before inching and squirming back in. When it had made it's presence fully felt with at least five inches, Quint moved up between her legs, and with a hungry look in his eyes, he buried his aching cock deep inside her with one hard thrust.

"Fuck" he groaned, laying his forehead down against her shoulder as his body shook with overwhelming pleasure of her tight pussy. His hips drew back slowly, his tentacle using the opportunity to work itself into her another inch, and then thrust into her once more.

From there, Quint gave into animalistic need. His hand came up to prop himself up as his other arm wrapped around her slender frame and pulled her to his chest, and his hips began to piston in opposition with his appendage. When his cock would begin to pull back, his warm tentacle would thrust forward, and when he began to pull his appendage back, he would throw his hips forward with a rough thrust, smacking against her molten core with need.

He trusted Sayori to tell him if he was hurting her in anyway, but until she tried to stop him, Quint knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself until he had filled her with more than his cock.

 

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Quint wasn't the only one who had shivered when his tongue reached her cervix. It was impossible, and yet there he was, the tip of his tongue tasting the entrance to her womb. Her eyes rolled back slightly and she writhed as he started to make his tongue wriggle and squirm inside her, Sayori never having felt something like this in her life. It rubbed against all of her sensitive spots with slick grace, and she couldn't contain her moans and whimpers.

It was a good thing he had wrapped his appendages around her thighs or she would likely have squeezed him tighter without even realizing- it was just that good. While the back of her consciousness recognized the sound of moving denim, she didn't really pay it any mind. It wasn't atop the list of things that took priority at the moment, the top item being her impending orgasm. With how ravenously he was licking and sucking, it wouldn't be long now. She had cum so many times since her labor had started that she felt intoxicated, completely euphoric from the ecstasy.

That being said, she wasn't so lost that she didn't notice the warm liquid drooling over her ass. It felt like cum, and in her hazy state it made sense seeing as Quint was also riding similar highs with her. The fact that his cock wasn't anywhere near her ass hadn't quite clicked yet until she felt his tentacle against her tight hole, knowing that it was too flexible to be a cock. "Quint, what are you- oooh!" She moaned as he pushed his tentacle slightly inside her.

Her toes curled and she cried out, cumming all at once from the build-up of his tongue's efforts and the intrusion into her ass. It was the hardest she had ever cum, squirting before she slumped against the bed and gasped for breath. Ever since the beginning of her labor, she had been expending quite a bit of energy. Not to say that she didn't have more in reserve, but her body knew to take rest when it could in order to prolong the time that Quint had his attentions focused on her.

She didn't get to rest long though, realizing that that inch had simply been a toe in the water before the real plunge. The woman had to let go of his hair and grabbed the bedsheets again, lest she grip him too hard, the woman huffing and whimpering the further he went in. Though, each whimper was a slutty little noise that clearly indicated that even though he hadn't knocked before coming in the backdoor, he was certainly welcome to make himself at home.

At Quint's momentary pause, Sayori's glossy brown eyes looked down at him just in time to get a moment's warning before he returned his thick member to her fountain of youth.

"Fuck!"

She couldn't have said it better herself. All she could do was gasp out his name almost in reverence as he started to work her little body in earnest. The way he alternated his thrusts into her had her wrapping her arms around his neck and holding on for dear life, her nails digging hard enough into his skin to sting. It made her feel like a slut, but not with the negative connotation that Kuznet and Niles used. No, it made her feel like she was desirable and kinky. It made her feel like he saw her as a breathtaking woman rather than a little lamb that needed to be protected.

Latching onto his neck, she licked it and sucked, pinching his skin slightly as she gave him a love-bite. She didn't stop there though, continuing to suck and lap at his neck when she had the breath to do so, leaving her little marks of passion upon him. In the moment, restraint wasn't something at the forefront of her mind, nor were the consequences of leaving marks. It didn't occur to her that Kuznet might be upset about what they were doing.

The General had left them, but that didn't necessarily mean he was giving his blessing. He was a dangerous and unpredictable man, Sayori never really knowing what would make him upset and what wouldn't. Of course there were obvious dos and don'ts, but sometimes one simply couldn't tell. For example, there was no telling as to whether he would be upset about them having sex considering that they were both essentially drugged, and that they were both his. Kuznet had seemed possessive in that he didn't want her talking or even looking at any other prisoners, but that rule hadn't extended to the officers, nor to Quint. Though, he had still made it so that none of the officers were allowed to touch herself or Quint unless he said so (which he hadn't due to seemingly not liking to share).

So the question became: was the General going to be upset if a member of his "family" played with their pet? While she wasn't in the headspace to really consider all of this, she would definitely have those thoughts running through her mind later, once everything was irrevocable of course.

For now, she was in the moment, only focused on how Quint was stirring her up between her legs. "Quint! Mm. It's so good... My ass feels so good... I can't wait to feel you cum inside it..." The words were followed up with a shudder of longing. She knew he wasn't actually fucking her ass with his cock right now, but she was essentially insinuating that once he came in her pussy, she wanted a second helping to fill up her other naughty little hole. In that moment, she was truly glad they were alone; the words Kuznet had said before about her had cut deep and she didn't want his icy eyes judging her with a sense of superiority and demented pleasure as she found her own pleasure from being fucked in the ass. Thankfully, he would never know.

 

[Drobabes]

Quint didn't know why, but the sound of his name on her lips drove him absolutely mad, his hips thrusting with renewed vigor. He had never been much of a talker in bed, usually preferring just to have the intimate closeness of another person and letting their bodies doing the talking for them. That being said, though, he couldn't deny every slutty admission that Sayori had made during their tryst was waking cravings in himself that he never knew he had.

He cursed again when those delicate little nails dug into the flesh of his shoulder, showing him that the little kitty below him had some real claws. Slowing his thrusting a bit, he took a bit more time to grind himself against her clit after each thrust, wanting her to know how much he was enjoying her rougher treatment and wanting to encourage her to do it more. He didn't mind at all that she was leaving her mark upon his flesh, either, as the feeling of her warm lips on his sensitive neck was spurring him on, getting closer and closer to filling her with his creamy seed.

"My ass feels so good... I can't wait to feel you cum inside it..."

Those words were the final straw, his own nails digging into her shoulder as he thrust into at a rapid pace, and then, moaned out her name as he slammed into her for that final time, his cock exploding so deeply inside her. The tentacle in her ass had kept pace with his hard cock, and just as his thick semen coated the inside of her velvet walls, his tentacle let loose with a few spurts of warm, sticky lube, almost as if in anticipation of what the little bird had promised.

"Fuck.." he repeated, panting hard as he forced his hand to stop clenching her so hard and his body relaxed slightly atop her, his cock still twitching and jumping within her. His lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear as he calmed down a bit, and with softer passion, he kissed her gently. He took in another ragged breath, getting a good whiff of her sweet scent, and then his tongue darted out to lick her ear.

Quint hadn't really thought about it perhaps being a weird thing to do until after he had done it, but even after the thought ran through his mind, he found himself only wanting to do it again. He wanted to lick, kiss, and fondle every inch of her, though he didn't know if his still aching cock could be so patient.

 

[Poprockz]

When he cursed and slowed down, she almost worried that maybe she was hurting him- her nails on his back having been an impulsive move motivated by how lovely it felt to be pounded by him. However, she was reassured that he was enjoying it when he started to try to return some of that pleasure to her via the grinding of his hips. Besides, in that moment she thought to herself that if he truly wanted her to stop, he was more than capable of either articulating this to her or physically removing her hands.

It didn't take long for her pleasure to start building, her legs already trembling each time he would grind so deliciously. By the time he started to thrust hard, she was at the precipice, that first thrust sending her into a small climax before the rest quickly building her up to a second, more powerful orgasm. Her heart seemed to flutter slightly upon hearing him calling her name, the woman feeling a bit happy that when he was in the throes of bliss she was the only thing occupying his mind. Those beautiful crystal eyes of his only had room for her right now, his hands reaching only for her own body.

The feeling of being flooded with his cum made her body shudder and twitch slightly, that similar warmth filling up her ass as well. By the time they were done, she wanted to be brimming with his thick, creamy seed, knowing that only then would she be satisfied. It was almost as though the cum itself was a culmination of his arousal and desire toward her. The more cum she had inside her, the more precious she would feel. She could feel it dribbling out from around his cock, amazed at the amount he had already expended.

Normally, Sayori wasn't much of a fan of pain, the sting of his fingernails having made her flinch slightly, though he may not have noticed from it being hidden within the movements of her climax. That being said, she wasn't one to speak up and ruin the moment by mentioning it to him (though in her right mind she may have done just that). Having him continue to fuck her was much too important to be worrying about the little things and she figured that a little pain was worth it if she could have Quint in her arms for longer.

As they lay there taking a short rest, she closed her eyes and sighed from that little kiss of his. Quint was such a mixed bag, sometimes almost as unpredictable as Kuznet, as shown from him going from fucking both her holes like an animal to kissing her with such tenderness. The difference was that out of Quint's bag of treats, only good things were offered whether they be sweet or steamy.

That slick tongue sliding up her ear only made her feel more lewd. Such a gesture from someone else in the wrong context would have disgusted her, but because it was Quint doing it out of wanton lust she simply enjoyed the tingles it sent down her neck, the woman letting out a little mewl from it. Her eyes opened slowly and one of her hands on his back moved to his hair, gripping it and yanking it back slightly so she had access to his neck. Once it was bared to her she gave herself a taste of his medicine, her tongue starting at his collarbone and dragging all the way up, passing right over the top of his adam's apple slowly before she moved more to the side.

When she reached his jawline, a little satisfied "mm..." could be heard before she paused, her lips moving to his ear to whisper, "I want to drink your cum, Quint... Bring yourself to my lips and give me another taste before you fill up my ass. I want..." Her hand relinquished its hold on his hair and she moved back so she could look him in the eyes, those dark brown eyes conveying her deep need as her hand went to his cheek in a tender caress. "I want to feel the warmth of it going down my throat. I want to feel your cream in my stomach." Even though she had said the words with lustful need, her cheeks still heated a bit. In her dazed episode of lewdness, she wasn't sure if that sounded odd or not, but she hoped it hadn't been something too outlandish to have said.

 

[Drobabes]

How was she doing that? How was she hitting every single one of his kinks? Or perhaps, she was simply making knew one's; one's that he would surely have for years to come, along with the steamy memories of this night.

Her hand tugging his hair was met with no resistance, as he closed his eyes and let her guide him to where she wanted him, his hips working into her with a slow, sensual, thrust. The next thing he knew, she was running that devilish little tongue across his skin, making him pant and moan, his tentacles moving up from her thighs to travel over her belly, and then to lewdly toy with and stroke the underside of her breasts. Each one was given equal treatment, Quint finding that while the majority of his tentacles couldn't feel much, the warmth and softness of her body was pleasant nonetheless.

"I want to drink your cum, Quint...I want to feel the warmth of it going down my throat. I want to feel your cream in my stomach."

"Mm! Shit, you're going to make me explode" he groaned, his whole body shivering with delicious pleasure as he pressed himself into her moist heat and held himself there.

While his cock had not softened, it seemed to throb with new intensity as the little bird hit a winning jackpot in the half zombies kink book. He was briefly reminded of a few nights prior, when Sabastian had been dreaming of her feeding from his tentacle, and the little 'pop' noise it had made. Perhaps he was a bit of a basic bitch, but one thing that had always gotten Quint as hard as diamonds was a good blowjob. There was just something about the sight of a women taking something phallic between her lips and laving her attentions on it, as if it were candy, that drove him absolutely mad with need.

When she pulled back and met his gaze with such a heated look, he couldn't help but look down at her soft lips as he imagined what it would feel like, his cock working into her slowly once again, as if he simply couldn't stop himself from getting some kind of release. Bending down a bit, he captured those plump, juicy lips with his own and kissed her with intensity, his own excitement building as he tasted her. He wanted it badly, especially with how sweetly she had whispered it in his ear-like a secret promise between just the two of them, but he was finding it very difficult to pull himself away long enough to let her do it.

As if they had a mind of their own, he felt his tentacles move away from her soft breast and to the bed sheets below. With quick, but gentle, movements, the assisted Quint and rolling their bodies over, Sayori now finding herself lying atop his hard chest as he continued to kiss her and slowly work his cock so deeply into wetness. His hands slide down her back and grip her ass, squeezing and kneading it gently for a moment before he suddenly forces himself to put his hands down and grip onto the blanket, breaking the kiss as he lets his head fall back.

"You'll have to take over," he panted, his dark ocean eyes meeting her own with vulnerable hunger.

"I don't think I can keep myself still."