Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Poprockz]

His passionate kiss was met with her own enthusiasm, wondering if he was excited at the prospect of her between his legs. Based on his earlier exclamation, at the very least her words had been effective at turning him on a bit more. He had been so good to her during their little "date," licking her pussy like nobody's business and she wanted him to feel that same ecstasy.

"You'll have to take over... I don't think I can keep myself still."

Her eyes met his, wondering how someone's eyes could be so beautiful. What was even more breathtaking was the way he seemed almost to be in pain with how badly he wanted to continue to thrust his hips. A little smile came to her face and she murmured, "just lay back, Quint. It's my turn to taste you."

To prepare herself, she slid her knees up more toward his hips so she could support herself, putting her hands gently on his chest as she straightened up, a little whimper coming from her lips at the way his cock adjusted its position inside. It was then time to forsake her position on top of him, the woman summoning the strength she needed to her legs.

When she raised herself up off of his cock, strands of thick cum stretched between his cock and her pussy for a moment, a bit of cum dripping from her onto his cock from the last load he had pumped into her. It drooled onto the head, slowly running down his length. To have her pussy suddenly empty was maddening, the woman already feeling almost weak in the knees. It took a lot of restraint to not simply jump back onto his cock, lewdly riding him until she came again and again. Though her desire to pleasure him largely helped her with her self-control, redirecting her lust in another direction.

Now that she was off his pole, she crawled backward slowly, the way her hips and shoulders moved making her look almost like a cat in that moment. The prey she sought was soon in front of her, the woman licking her lips before laying down and scooting closer to him, propping herself up on her forearms. Her eyes lighted upon his thighs, surveying the scars that lingered there. Some of the scar tissue was slightly raised while other lines of it were white and almost faded with age. It looked as though he had carried these scars for a long time, Sayori's heart wrenching slightly as she imagined how he might have gotten them. For the first time, she felt the haze of the drug lift slightly, her empathy breaking through to the forefront.

Leaning forward, she kissed his right thigh tenderly, leaving little kisses among his scars before moving to his other thigh and repeating the gesture. She wanted him to know that despite his scars, she still found him to be attractive and desirable. What did one say to another when seeing such evidence of cruelty on their body? There was nothing to say, really. Kuznet had hurt him, time and time again, leaving his mark on his body seemingly with the intent that Quint never forget. To say his scars were "beautiful" would be an insult to Quint, though to say they were unappealing would also be untrue. They were simply part of him now, and Sayori had no problem accepting him as he was.

When her affections reached the innermost part of his thigh, she moved her mouth near his cock. It smelled like her own juices, though there was a sweet scent she didn't quite recognize. Her eyes caught the moment of the cum running down his shaft, thinking to herself that she would simply have to clean him up. Parting her lips, her tongue came out and was pressed against his cock near the base, right under where the cum was dripping. It slid slowly up his cock, gathering the thick white liquid, the warm stuff pooling in her mouth as she went. At the point that she finally reached the top, she cleaned off the very head of his dick, retracting her tongue and swallowing the cum she had collected before meeting Quint's gaze.

"To think that cum was inside of me just a moment ago... I guess it's back where it belongs, hm?"

 

[Drobabes]

The General was sitting in his chair, bent over with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and some paperwork in the other. It was all very basic stuff, mostly updates on how their energy reserves were doing and what they were going to do to keep the electricity on, amongst other basic necessities. It was information that he needed to know, but only superficially, so without looking up, he handed the papers off to Francisco to deal with. The other man didn't look up either, simply taking the papers and shuffling them into a neat pile on the other end of the desk while he sipped his own hot drink, inking in marks and notes on his own files while they got their morning started. It was a bit of a late start, but with the two of them putting their heads down, it wouldn't take them very long to get it all in order and be back to business as usual.

Moments like these always gave Francis a bit of guilty pleasure. He would never be so idiotic as to forget just who they were and what had led them to be here, but he liked play pretend in his mind and imagine that it was real. Despite Kuznet possibly being at the top of the devil's personal To-Do list, they had started off their lives with real friendship. Well, at least Francis had been foolish enough to believe that for many years. Still, it spoke volumes as to the position that he had been given and for how long Kuznet had kept him around, and once in a while, Fran just liked to enjoy a bit of nostalgia.

"You should have seen the look he gave me when we got back" Francis said, breaking the silence for a moment as his light brown eyes glanced up. Ray may have been able to sit there in silence for hours on end, his mind simply toiling away until the task was done, but Francis needed a bit of a buzz in the background to help him focus. Since they couldn't simply switch the radio on like they used to, their favorite punching bag often came up in conversation these days.

"Niles?"

"Mm-hm."

Those icy blue eyes crinkled with just the smallest bit of mirth as he brought his coffee up to his lips, the small smile being hidden behind the glass until he sat it back down.

"Johnathon informed me. He found it quite amusing."

Francis chuckled, his eyes going back to the paperwork below him as he quickly checked off, circled, and scribbled notes.

"I had to put him in a headlock, but little bitch boy didn't lose it a second time."

It was the General's turn to chuckle, his laughter almost sounding human if Fran didn't know better. He didn't doubt it was genuine, however.

"You will watch your back, won't you Francis? I would hate to lose my right hand."

"Don't fuck with me Ray, we both know you write with your left."

They shared in a small moment of camaraderie, both of them laughing as they continued on with their work, neither one expecting anything other than a normal late summer day.
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"just lay back, Quint. It's my turn to taste you."

He wanted to do as he was told, but it was agonizing when every little twitch of her body was threatening to send him over the edge, and when she finally did release his engorged cock, leaving it to the relative cold of the room, she gave him such a beautiful show. He didn't quite sit up, but he simply could not stop himself from lifting his head and licking his lips as he watched her lithe form move down his body, her somewhat smaller breasts swaying with each shuffle and making his appendages twitch and come up to caress her along her thighs and sides. He wanted nothing more than to shuffle down with her, taking each of those soft breasts in his hands and worshiping them in a way that would show her that she was no little lady. She was a women, exotic and strong, and she deserved to be treated like one.

His line of thinking was suddenly thrown off the tracks, however, when she reached her destination.

Through the haze, a bit of Quint's personality broke through, momentarily clearing away the intensity of his need as he saw the moment in which she looked at his thighs and inner legs. She wasn't the first person to have seen them-obviously, and yet, he felt just as self conscious and vulnerable as the first time he had been pantsed in the boys locker room. That wasn't a memory he liked to think back on often, as it was the first and only time he had ever truly lost his temper to such a degree and with such cold, unfocused, rage. He had beaten three of his classmates so badly that they needed medical care beyond what the school nurse could give them, and when he came home black and blue and received praise for his actions, instead of disappointment, he knew he had nearly crossed a line that he might have never been able to step back from.

With heat suddenly flushing his cheeks, and his eyes looking away from her, he opened his mouth to start to speak.

"We can do something else if you-"

Suddenly there was warmth against his skin-a type of warmth that went beyond just her soft lips. With his eyes widening a bit, he looked back down and watched in shock as she simply laid her sweet kisses upon his skin, the touch being both erotic and extremely tender.

It had taken Quint...such a long time, to fully reveal his naked form to Sarah, and even longer to be fully comfortable in her presence. She had never judged him-it wasn't something that was in her nature to do so, but Quint realized in that exact moment that she had never been fully able to accept it either. Perhaps she had wanted to, and she had certainly tried, but there was always a bit of a distance between them. Maybe, having not experienced it, she simply could not come to terms with the fact that true evil existed; that someone as intelligent as a human being could be so cold and cruel as to cause such pain and degradation to another.

The feelings that overwhelmed him in those seconds between the lust and need were so strong, that it left him choked for words-absolutely speechless, until her sweet little tongue found the base of his throbbing member and broke the spell, forcing his conscious, rational self, to be pushed to the background once more in favour of savoring her heat and moist mouth. Another noise of need left him, his head falling back onto the soft bedding as tears spilt from the corners of his eyes and ran down his cheeks. Whether they were from the intensity of the pleasure, or simply lingering from his emotional response to that sweet little women between his legs, he didn't know, nor did he care. He only knew that his cock was twitching with agonizing need, and when he lifted his head back up to beg for mercy and sweet release, the look she gave him had him shivering.

"To think that cum was inside of me just a moment ago... I guess it's back where it belongs, hm?"

"Oh fuck" he groaned, his cock suddenly jumping as a small orgasm flew through him and caused a few extra spurts to leak out from his engorged member. They didn't quite shoot from him, as he had already given her tight pussy the brunt of his load, but they certainly came out in two thick, copious amounts that dribbled back down his freshly cleaned pole, as if trying to trick her into giving him just one more hot tongue bath.

 

[Poprockz]

It would seem that a normal summer's day was not in the cards for them though, as a few moments later there was a light knock on the door. After a moment's pause, a soldier opened it and stepped in, saluting and then assuming a straight stance with his hands behind his back. "General Kuznet, sir. I apologize for interrupting your work, but I have a woman outside who said that she needs to see you urgently."

Not a few seconds after he had finished, a tall woman strolled in with a winning smile. She was the type of woman who could pull off a pantsuit well, the one she was currently wearing black on the bottom and a creamy white on the top. A black ascot adorned her neck, matching high-heels on her feet; her dark red lips matched her nails, complimenting the rich brown of her skin tone.

It almost seemed like she had walked out of a perfume commercial directed at businesswomen, not at all seeming like a lot of the survivors. A lot of the people in the base had a certain weariness, the events of the zombie apocalypse having taken a toll on their mental and physical health. On the contrary, the woman looked healthy and unconcerned about the state of the world, having even taken the time to put on make-up.

Something to note was that the voluptuous woman was carrying a large briefcase in each hand, though they didn't look to be very heavy at all based on her movements and posture. After setting them down next to each other near the desk, she gracefully sat down in one of the chairs in front of it, her dark brown eyes fixing upon Kuznet as she crossed her legs.

"Well well, if it isn't my favorite General." Her head turned and focused on Francisco, her smile turning a bit flirty, "and my favorite silver fox, Officer Francisco." Though it wasn't a thick accent, one could tell that she was French. She had traveled a fair distance to see them, and now that she was in his office, she couldn't wait for the soldier to give them a bit of privacy so they could really talk.

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"Oh fuck..."

She watched with slight surprise and satisfaction as he came without even being in her mouth. It wasn't apparent whether he was just extremely sensitive due to the pheromones, or whether he was truly turned on by her words, but either way the fact that he was cumming meant that he was likely enjoying himself immensely. By the look of his face, it almost looked as though his eyes had streamed from the intensity of it, Sayori finding that she only wanted to give him more, to taste his satisfaction.

It was time to show Quint her appreciation for how well he had treated her in this dark dungeon. Scooting just a little bit closer as though to prepare herself, she started licking his cock clean, her tongue sliding up and down as though she was trying to get a taste for every centimeter of it. Each glob of cum was scooped up and swallowed, the small woman having no qualms about ingesting his seed. While she did this, she cradled his cock with one of her hands, making sure it never got away from the caress of her warm tongue. The way it twitched within her grasp when she would reach the tip was invigorating, only spurring her on in her enthusiasm.

Once his cock was clean, she moved up to the tip and accepted his rigid thickness between her lips, his head pushing her lips slightly inward as it slowly became nestled against the soft wetness of her tongue, smearing his precum upon it until he reached the back of her mouth.

Her mouth was smaller than a lot of women's, so she couldn't quite fit his cock in super deeply without gagging. That being said, she already knew this limitation of hers, so she knew that her soft, delicate hands would be an asset when pleasuring him. Moving up and down his pole rhythmically, her hands used the saliva she had already left to slide easily over his sensitive shaft. As the small woman sucked, some more of that slick saliva would run down out of the corners of her mouth, further lubricating him.

"Mm..." Just as she had with Sabastian's tentacle in his dream, she made similar noises of lust and satisfaction. Those pouty lips of hers were locked onto him, wrapped around tightly to make sure that the suction of her mouth was sufficient to make him practically swoon. There was a certain devotion with which Sayori sucked and bobbed, her eyes closed as though savoring the experience. Every once in a while, she would come off his cock for a few heavy pants before letting out the tiniest whimper of need and going back to worshipping him with her mouth.

 

[Drobabes]

The General looked up at that knock, his mountainous form sitting up a bit straighter with curiosity as the soldier informed them of their visitor. When she strode through the door, a small smile touched his lips and he sat his pen down, his eyes only glancing away from her for a brief moment to give the soldier a nod of approval.

"Thank you Private. Send Officer Niles over-tell him that I have a guest, and that I do not want any interruptions."

Francisco's face lit up with a smile to match her own, and then some. His eyes slowly roamed her form as he stood from his chair with excitement, his usual aches and stiffness in his joints being forgotten, and his arms coming up in a gesture of warm greeting.

"Angel! Darling!"

He made his way around the huge desk with a bit of swagger in his step, his expression only softening into a more hungry look. As he came near her, he took one of her hands between both of his and softly rubbed her silky skin with his thumbs, his eyes meeting her straight on.

"Look, at, you. The apocalypse has treated you well."

Kuznet leaned forward a bit and crossed his hands atop his desk, his own small smile still lingering.

"Indeed it has. It is a pleasurable surprise to see you again, Angelique. What can I do for you?"

Francis let go of her hand slowly, his touch lingering. He would have loved to keep flirting with the gorgeous women, but he knew that Ray wanted to get down to business and reestablish ties with his old contact, now that he knew she had survived. He didn't go very far, however, pulling his chair a bit closer to her and giving her a playful wink before he sits down.
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The appendages that had been stroking along her sides began to slide up along her back, and then down along her ass and back of her thighs. They felt like an extension of his hands and arms in a way, and perhaps it was only because he was still not quite used to them completely, or perhaps simply because he could see them, and was therefore more aware of them, they seemed to convey more of his unconscious emotions and impulses. Such as the want and need to touch her as she licked, fondled, and delicately held his cock in such a way that it was making it so very difficult to stay lying still on his back.

Quint had grabbed and moved a pillow underneath his shoulders, to better watch, though he didn't remember doing so. The view was beyond sexy, watching as her talented lips and tongue cleaned him of his hot mess, and every time she would give him an especially tantalizing little flick, he would groan and pant as his member twitched in her grasp.

"God! Sayori..."

He didn't exactly whimper, but the tone in his voice was laden heavily with raw emotion as her hot mouth finally engulfed his crown, making his muscles tense as he fought the urge not to buck his hips up and bury his cock into her throat. It wasn't something that would be needed, however, as he soon found out.

Her small, delicate little hands, wrapped around his meat and began to work him with what felt like godly powers. He groaned loudly, laying his head back and swallowing hard as she pleasured him, his hands clenching and tugging at the blankets as he struggled to keep himself under control. It wouldn't last, however, as the little bird was simply too talented. What she was doing to him...he had no words.

"Mm! Fuck..." he panted, his hips pistoning up just a bit. He knew at this rate, he wouldn't be able to hold off from cumming again, her tongue and those lewd noises simply being too much for him to take.

One of his hands comes up and lays over the back of her neck, his thumb and forefinger stroking her skin with encouragement before he moves his hand up to weave it through her hair. Even in his euphoric state, groaning and shivering beneath her, he kept enough of his sense to remind himself not to squeeze or grip her scalp in anyway, but to simply massage it gently, feeling her soft locks between his fingers and adding to the pleasure that she was giving him with her wet warmth.

"You're going to make me cum!" he gasps, opening his eyes and looking down at her. As he does this, one of the tentacles that had been stroking along her soft skin suddenly moves up between her legs and begins to rub lewdly against her moist lips, it's actions almost seeming to be begging her in a way, as if it were trying to show her what he needed-sweet release.

 

[Poprockz]

A satisfied look came to her face as Francisco greeted her with such warmth. Of Kuznet's officers, she had always enjoyed him the most- he knew how to treat a lady, his charm and humor making him a delight. She would have continued to pursue a business relationship with Kuznet regardless of whether Francisco was alive or not, but the fact that he was still alive and kicking meant that business would be a lot more enjoyable.

"Look, at, you. The apocalypse has treated you well."

"Mm." she hummed approvingly as the man took her hand and rubbed it gently. He truly was a gentleman, though the way he looked at her made her want to pull him by the collar into a closet. She really liked that about him, his ability to be balance between being a devilish flirt and a charming gentleman.

When Kuznet seconded his true second's compliment, she turned her eyes to him, knowing that it was probably best to get to the point. If there was something she knew about him, it was that he didn't like waste. To take up his time without purpose was practically an insult to him, as it would ultimately detract time from... things he enjoyed.

Her smile faded just a bit as her face settled into a more serious expression. "Let's get down to business then, shall we? You and I both know that you are an intelligent man who values his time, and I respect that. You also have very fast reflexes, and becoming swiss cheese from that pistol of yours is not something I aspire to be. For those reasons, I'm going to be direct and ask that you think about the business relationship we might have before you take any action in regards to..." She chuckled softly, "well, I suppose you could call it the secret to my health."

With that having been said, she took out a little pocket mirror and reached up, carefully taking one of the colored contacts out from her eyes, revealing what she was. At that point she looked like she may have been a half-zombie like Sabastian, though she didn't stop there. The second contact was soon removed as well, both of her gorgeous violet eyes moving to look at the General to gauge his reaction. Her posture was completely relaxed, knowing that to tense would not help him to be more comfortable when confronted with the fact that he was sitting across from what some considered the next step in human evolution.

That all being said, she was reasonably confident that he would at least hear her out, confident enough to have attempted contact with him in person. She knew he would have liked to have advance warning about her arrival, but she wanted to even the playing field in that way. Angelique was taking away his ability to prepare beforehand, but she was also making herself vulnerable by coming onto his own turf.

"So General... Would you like me to show you the presents I got you, or would you care to open them later?"

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Moving side to side slowly, her hips moved almost like a cat's as she felt his tentacles tease her ass and then her thighs as well. It felt nice knowing that even when being pleasured, he couldn't keep his hands (or tentacles) off of her. Speaking of his pleasure, it seemed as though he was really enjoying himself. Her eyes were closed most of the time she was pleasing him, but she could feel the way he was shifting on the bed, his noises being ones made clear his infatuation with her methods.

When his hips twitched or pistoned occasionally, she had to relax as his head would tickle the back of her throat. She almost gagged, but was able to force it down. Sayori didn't blame him at all for his reactions, rather she delighted in the fact that he could hardly control his hips. Besides, even if she were to gag, it would be worth it in the long run.

His hand on her neck and in her hair felt so nice, almost comforting even. It was an intimate gesture she enjoyed, further affirming to her that she was the only thing on his mind right now.

"You're going to make me cum!"

The tentacle caressing her pussy so tantalizingly made her shiver, her body aching to feel him inside of her again soon. While she didn't think she had the energy for more than one or two more rounds, she would keep going with him until they both collapsed upon the bed, chasing that glimmer of bliss and intimacy.

Her eyes slowly opened and looked up at him, the woman sliding up his cock and coming off with that same little "pop!" he had heard before. "Cum for me," was all she breathlessly said before she quickly inhaled his engorged rod once more. The movements of her hands and mouth quickened, the woman giving it all she had to make him feel as good as possible. Something at the very back of her mind was almost telling her that she might never get this chance again- to have Quint cry out with pleasure from her oral prowess. She wasn't going to relinquish his cock at this point until she felt him shoot his load over her tongue.

 

[Drobabes]

As Angelique began speaking, Kuznet sat up just a bit straighter. He wasn't one to really cock his brow in interest, but his gaze focused and his face became more neutral, loosing the soft smile. To the casual observer, he may have looked placid or even bored, but it couldn't have been less true. Her words had genuinely piqued his interest, wondering why she might assume that he would consider wiping out such a valuable asset such as herself. There were many possibilities, one of which his mind immediately landed upon, but he waited nonetheless, patient as she pulled out a little mirror and then reached up to... Oh my.

Kuznet's ice cold eyes glanced over to meet Francisco's light brown, and in that brief glance, many things were shared between the two military officials.

Both of the men were surprised, for many reasons. The fact that she had been able to make it through the gates meant that their security was severely lacking, and it would need to be corrected immediately. Neither one of the men had to share a word for this to be understood, the implication being immediate and clear. Another surprise to them was that she was here, in their base, at all. It was true that they had not had a chance to truly study those who had fully violate eyes, but the information they had gathered thus far all pointed to them being a bit wild and out of control-only seeking their immediate needs and impulses, consequences be damned. However, now that they had one of them sitting before them-calm and calculating, meant that they would need to rethink their whole approach to them.

"Well I'll be damned" Francisco said, turning back to her with new appreciation in his gaze. Kuznet seemed to mirror this sentiment, though in a much more subtle way. A little smile creeped back onto his lips, no longer calm and polite, but slightly hungry. Slightly...mad, for the information that she might be able to offer him.

Angelique had truly taken a great risk in coming here, as she had already stated. Indeed, he could have simply put her down with a mere twitch. On the other hand, he could also just as easily captured her and forced the information from those beautiful lips, seeing as she would have been completely surrounded. However, just as Kuznet was a smart man, Angelique was equally on their level in terms of wit. He knew, likely as well as she did, that she was now valuable beyond just what she could offer him in terms of resources-he needed her out there in the field, providing another source for him to tap into and gain valuable information on this next stage of humanities future.

"So General... Would you like me to show you the presents I got you, or would you care to open them later?"

"Show me."

His words were simple, yet laced with a certain amount of affection as he waited for her offering.
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Quint shivered once again, that sweet sound being so erotic that he was sure he would never forget it. He could be ninety years old, stuck in a wheel chair, and he would bet a hefty amount that his dick would still jump to attention at the memory.

"Cum for me,"

The hand on the sheets squeezed with new strength, and this time, he did whine, his eyes clenching and a hiss leaving his lips as her soft lips engulfed him once more.

"Fuck, fuck! Cumming!"

The tentacle that had been rubbing along her slick pussy suddenly finds it's way between her folds, delving deep inside her just as his dick jumps and releases his hot cum against her tongue. A groan of ecstasy rips through him, his whole body seeming to shiver at the intensity of the orgasm as he unloads string after thick sticky string deep within her, his hand gripping the back of her neck as if he needs something to hold onto.

At last, when she seems to have drained the last of his load from him, he lays back against the bed, panting hard and slowly withdrawing his appendage from within her. The hand on the back of her neck, which had gone back to relaxing, weaves up through her hair once more to rub her scalp in an affectionate manner.

"Holy shit" he breathes, still trying to catch his breath.

 

[Poprockz]

"Show me."

The edges of her lips curled up just a bit more, pleased that he had decided to take advantage of their partnership. He had a hungry little smile on his face, but she knew that she could offer him something to ease that hunger. As for Francisco, she hadn't really known what his reaction would be, but it seemed as though he wasn't particularly disturbed, or he was very good at hiding it.

"I had a feeling you would be reasonable," she practically purred, taking a few seconds to put the contacts back in.

She got up out of her chair and leaned over to the suitcases, picking one of them up and setting it on the chair. Though before she continued, she turned the chair slightly away from the General so that he couldn't see what was inside and rubbed her hands together excitedly, hoping that he would like her gifts. With a click, it was opened and she reached in, coming back out with a bottle of Michter's bourbon. She wasn't sure whether the General liked or knew much about bourbon in general, but when society was still running the bottle she then placed on his desk was worth about $8000. Not the most expensive thing she had in her basement as most of her high-price items were wines, but she figured he was more of a fan of hard-alcohol, that brand being a favorite of hers.

The next items she gave him were a box of expensive chocolate truffles, three small jars of difficult-to-find spices (saffron, mahlab, and black cumin), a small bottle of truffle oil and one with vanilla beans, as well as five little bottles perfume. He probably wasn't interested in most of these things, but that was fine. These were just warm-ups for the main items she had procured for him.

"Alright, we've gotten through the items I think you might enjoy from time to time. The perfume though, I might suggest holding onto them or giving them to one of your officers. If you get cornered and don't have any ammo left, you can almost use it as a grenade. Break the glass on the floor it will buy you enough time to run away. Now..." Angelique walked over to the door and opened it, checking to make sure Niles was there. The motion of the door caused him to look over and when he did, she merely smiled, looked him up and down, winked at him, and shut the door.

Moving back to the suitcase, she reached in and pulled out the first item she was sure he would like: one of her eggs. Cradling it in her hands, she walked up to the desk and set a little ring down before putting the egg atop it, the egg was a very light brown in color, smooth and unspeckled. It wasn't quite as big as Kuznet's eggs had been, but it was still much larger than Sayori's egg. With that placed, she then stepped back and spoke, "one of mine. I have one more in the suitcase, but I'll be leaving the suitcase with you so you could unpack that one later. I know how much you like to get your hands on fun, new things. Though I imagine you've been having some fun already."

Almost absentmindedly, her eyes drifted to a corner of the room. One might think she was simply spacing out slightly, but if one were to look at a 3D map of the complex, they would realize that her eyes were looking in the exact direction of Quint. While she knew he couldn't sense her, she could feel the half-zombie down beneath the base, presumably in Kuznet's dungeon. His mind was wide open, like a woman spreading her legs, pussy dripping. It was almost as though he was begging her to plunge inside and stir him up. She wasn't really interested in helping him, but she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy playing with people. The only reason she hadn't already penetrated the boy's mind was because she wasn't sure yet whether Kuznet would be amenable to it.

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"Mmm..." she moaned, her own body shivering as she felt him spear her depths with that appendage; after having been empty for the time it took her to get Quint to peaks of bliss, her pussy felt so deliciously sensitive that the single, unexpected thrust had her cumming. It was a small orgasm, but still, it added to the eroticism of feeling his cum shoot out into her mouth. Speaking of which, she was so satisfied with how well she seemed to have done. They had fucked several times now and he still had been turned on enough to release a large load to her.

His cum was slightly bitter, but she found that she loved it. It wasn't really the taste or texture she liked, it was that it was Quint's cum and that he had given it to her in a flood of passion. With her lips still tightly wrapped around him, she slid off his cock so as to not waste a single drop. That thick collection of cream was soon traveling down her throat as she swallowed, another shiver following as she imagined it being in her stomach.

"Holy shit."

She smiled, taking a moment to enjoy the praise and the feeling of his hand in her hair before she sighed and moved up, crawling forward until she was able to simply lay on top of him, chest-to-chest, legs straddling him. She started to kiss his neck again affectionately, wondering if he still had the energy for just one more round. While she was still a bit horny, she was also starting to get a bit tired, her energy reserves starting to get low.

 

[Drobabes]

Francisco almost seemed to be more excited by her gifts than Kuznet did, letting out a slow whistle when she placed the bourbon down before the stacks of papers. He quickly picked it up, inspecting it's color and smell, before giving the General a grin of approval as he twisted the cap back on.

"If you weren't such a busy man Ray, I would say marry this one. Then again, I wouldn't have a chance if you were interested!"

He laughed loudly as he sat the bottle back on the desk, which made Kuznet chuckle with mild amusement, his blue eyes going back to Angelique's well manicured hands as she procured more items from the suitcase. Just outside the office, Niles could hear Francisco's grating laughter as he stood watch, and it put a scowl of disapproval upon his face. While the office was built well enough to not allow simple conversation to travel past the walls-allowing just anyone to eavesdrop and hear what they were discussing, Fran's loud voice always seemed to carry through just fine, as if the man's voice was built to grate on the nerves. This had the unfortunate effect of leaving a very sour look upon his face when Angelique poked her head out, giving him a once over that normally might have elicited a winning smile from the serious officer. She was a very beautiful women, and were she not here for business purposes, Niles might have allowed those plump red lips to wrap beautifully around his cock.

The items that had been placed upon his desk were soon organized into a neat little pile, Kuznet having picked up and inspected a few in particular as she had placed them down. While he did not exactly have a true sense of respect, he still knew that rules of social etiquette were important, and to completely brush her gifts off would not win him any favors. While he did not have any particular interest in those types of materials, it did not mean that he could not put them to good use. The chocolates in particular had held his gaze for a longer moment, the gears in his mind working as he thought of his little Cora.

His eyes then went to the egg as she procured it, sitting it upon his desk almost delicately. The fact that she was willing to part with one of her own eggs pleased him, and it put her on a higher list of his personal people of interest. Not only was she a good business partner in general, but this meant that it was a resource that she was willing to trade. For the right price, he knew, but the offer was on the table nonetheless.

"one of mine. I have one more in the suitcase, but I'll be leaving the suitcase with you so you could unpack that one later. I know how much you like to get your hands on fun, new things. Though I imagine you've been having some fun already."

Kuznets icy eyes move from the egg to her own, and his small amused smile drops into a neutral line as he stares at her for a moment before speaking.

"I have. That is likely my pet you are sensing."

Those cold blue eyes then looked back down, having made his warning clear that not only did he know of the existence of their mental capabilities, but that it was no mere prisoner that he was keeping down in those cells.

"Is it viable?" he said, reaching across the desk to take the egg in one huge hand, turning it slowly and inspecting it. Kuznet had been having quite a bit of trouble getting any to hatch, though he suspected it might also have something to do with the large amount of eggs that they laid. Perhaps the chances of them hatching were just very low. He was also very curious to know if the eggs needed the safety of the nest, or if he could improve upon the process with his own equipment.

After that tense moment where Francisco was waiting to see Rays next move, unsure if the big man was willing to risk a business relationship over Quinton, he sat back in his chair with a facade of relaxation. His soft brown eyes went back to Angelique, and with a playful little smile, he followed Kuznet's own question up with one of his own.

"I heard some rumors from some of our civvies that taking those eggs out is...quite the experience. Maybe when you're done here, you could give this old Officer something to check off his bucket list?"

His grin grew slightly, showing a little of his straight white teeth before he turned his head to look at Kuznet.

"What is that the kids were joking about these days, Ray? 'I volunteer as tribute?'" he laughed, crossing his hands over his lap and not so subtlety adjusting his growing erection as he turned his attention back to Angelique.

The General seemed amused once more, patient to receive the answer to his question and let his Officer flirt. He himself did not want to risk Angelique getting too friendly with his pet, though he knew not the real motives behind Francis's distracting inquiries.
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Quint's hands followed her up, gripping her hips gently as she straddled him, and kneading her skin with affection. He had already been pretty tired before being sent to her room, but the pheromone had given him a shot of energy. However, almost as if she had reminded him of his fatigue, he could feel the way in which her own body was beginning to exhaust itself and he felt himself growing tired too. Still, those chemicals were coursing through his vein like the most addictive drug, spurring him on and pushing him to push his body past it's limits.

Turning his face towards her, he returned her sweet kisses with his own. The soft skin of his lips kissed a trail from her collarbone, up her neck, and then to her cheek before he sought out her own lips. Once she graced him with her sweet mouth, he pushed against her with need and groaned, his eyes closing as he simply breathed her in. Alongside the heady scents and the strange sweetness of the lingering pheromones, there was something particularly nice that he had come to recognize as Sayori's smell. It was rich, but not overwhelming, and in that moment, it was driving him mad.

Suddenly he pulled back, breathing hard, and then he flipped them over on the bed so that she was underneath him. His throbbing member sought out the warmth of her tight pussy before he even consciously realized it, and as soon he felt it touch his sensitive crown, he thrust his hips forward until he was completely buried within her wet depths. His eyes closed and he shivered, pulling back only slightly before plunging back in. Had he not just came hard from her talented mouth, he knew he would have lost his load right then and there from the way that she was gripping him so tightly and massaging his length.

His mouth comes down to her collarbone, sucking on her skin with lust and affection as he works his cock into her with growing speed, for the moment, unable to stop himself. It isn't until he tries to trail his kisses down lower, wanting to take her pert breast between his lips, that he finally has to stop his mad thrusting. Slowing to an excruciating pace, he has to bend himself down quite a bit in order to latch onto that beautiful nipple, her form being so much smaller than his own. It was well worth it, however, to have another intimate taste of her and calming himself down enough to do as she had requested.

After toying with her nipple, his tongue having lashed over it teasingly before sucking her pert nipple to attention, Quint finally released her swollen breast. His breath left him in a heavy pant, the heat of it blowing over her now wet skin, and then he moved back up her soft little body until they were face to face once more.

He gave her a soft kiss as he pulled his cock from her wanting cunt, his instincts fighting him and begging him to simply plunge back in, and the only thing stopping him from doing so was the knowledge that what came next was going to be so much better for both of them. With a movement of his hips, he lined the head of his cock up with her tight ass. Once there, he held still, breaking their kiss off so that he could meet her gaze with his own.

"If you need me to slow down or stop," he said heavily, bringing his dominant hand up to cup her cheek and gently rub her skin with his thumb.

"Just say so, okay?"

With that being said, he slowly began to push forward, watching her face for any signs of pain or hesitance.

 

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"I have. That is likely my pet you are sensing."

"Oh? Your pet, hm? I see." Her brown eyes focused back on Kuznet, getting his warning loud and clear from the inflection in his voice and the tenseness of his officer. Kuznet didn't like others touching his toys to the point of being murderously adamant that people be respectful. In some ways it was as though the man viewed them as an extension of himself. In that case, she would have to stifle her curiosity, or at the very least be more direct about it. It was a shame; though she wasn't entering Quint's mind, she could sense that he was having a very pleasurable time down there.

"I heard... taking those eggs out is...quite the experience. Maybe when you're done here, you could give this old Officer something to check off his bucket list?...

Angelique laughed at Francisco's joke, her smooth voice like music to the ears. "Mm. Well, I can assure you that it would be something you would not soon forget. I typically don't like to impregnate men because then I have to babysit them and watch for when it's time. With women, they simply give birth with no assistance needed, the eggs triggering their labor with aphrodisiac-like pheromones and such. With men..."

She gave Fran a half-smirk, her eyes moving to his stomach, seemingly imagining what it would be like if she were to lay her eggs in him. By the time he was ready, he would be hard as a rock and begging for her to make him feel good. It seemed as though he was already getting to be somewhat hard now, her presence no doubt giving his loins some hunger for her. It was very flattering, and once again she felt the urge to devour him... figuratively speaking. Her gaze flicked back up to his face and she tilted her head. "Let's just say it's more of an involved process. Plus, you might find yourself right back where you started when I get a smell of you in egg-heat."

With that addressed, she started shuffling around her suitcase again, getting some of her other gifts ready. "As for your question, General... They are viable, yes. Though it takes them some time to actually hatch. Humans take about nine months to grow, you know. These though... I get the feeling that they'll be ready in about... Hm. One or two months, as long as you keep them fed. The nest isn't only for show, so you'll have to continue to rebuild it as the eggs feed. Here, come here for a moment, Francisco. I need your hands." A wink was given to the officer before she took out two outfits on hangers and passed them to him to hold. She herself took out three and held them up for Kuznet to see.

The two that Francisco held were smaller dresses, not quite lingerie, but definitely the sort of thing she imagined Kuznet would like. They were soft and pastel, and definitely would get his gears going if he was in the mood for clothed sex.

Pink Maid Outfit: https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/Hcd87f7e153bd40b3a07709eded604d08P.jpg?width=800&height=800&hash=1600

Baby-blue Colored Dress Outfit: https://www.picclickimg.com/d/l400/pict/402527938864_/Blue-French-Maid-Uniform-Cute-Sexy-Babydoll-Lingerie.jpg

The ones she herself held were the more sexy ones in her opinion. There was a white and black cat outfit respectively, and then a purple dancing outfit.

"So, the tails and ears for the black and white lingerie are in the suitcase, but I suppose you can use them without if you like. I will say though, I'm sure your pets will enjoy the tails. As long as you lube them up, that is." A little chuckle left her lips before she continued. "Perhaps I went a bit overboard with getting five outfits, but they were all just so nice."

White cat Lingerie : https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/41vu-du6iJL.jpg

Black Cat Lingerie: https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/H2b23e8d1bc514235af4be69d14c3a3894/HOT-Womens-Devil-Cosplay-Costumes-Lolita-Cute-Cat-Lingerie-Anime-Underwear-Sexy-Bandage-Outfit-Japanese-Lingerie.jpg

Purple and Gold Outfit: https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1wOPReaSs3KVjSZPiq6AsiVXaT/Adult-Sexy-Egyptian-Queen-Cleopatra-Costume-Women-Halloween-Costumes-Cosplay-Masquerade-Party-Dress.jpg_q50.jpg

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Sayori enjoyed where he was going with kisses, turning her face to him when his lips sought to press against her own. So many funny and comforting things had come from those lips, the lips she was kissing and gently sucking on at times. And now those lips were lavishing her with attention so intimate that she could hardly think straight. That being said, one might say that his mere presence since she gave birth had been keeping her from thinking straight. It was fine though, to be lost in his arms was exactly where she wanted to be.

So caught up in their make-out session the dainty woman was that she hadn't prepared to be flipped over. Regardless, she felt her breath taken away not by the motion of it, but by the way his cock was spearing her depths not moments afterward. She didn't think she would ever get enough of his cock, it's thickness and length feeling like it had been made to please her and only her. Though she knew he had to have made several women happy with his embrace. Why did that thought sting though?

It was soon forgotten as his mouth made itself known again on her chest. That combined with the thrusts of his hips had her mind veering away from coherent thought at the moment. Now that her stomach was back to normal, she had half a mind to wrap her legs around his hips to keep him there, but she knew that if she locked him in on her pussy then he wouldn't be able to fill up her ass. It was so tempting though, her body radiating pleasure from how he was rubbing himself against her insides. Soft little huffs came from her lips before he started to slow down, her breath stabilizing from his now sensual pace.

Oh that tongue on her breast was divine, Sayori closing her eyes and arching her back slightly. Maybe it was her imagination, but it felt like his tongue was doing inhuman things to her sensitive nipple from where he had captured it with his mouth. She moaned, her hips grinding slowly against his as her body shuddered from another small orgasm.

When his cock finally left her aching and empty again, she whimpered slightly against his lips, wanting him to return. Though she soon felt his head press against her lubed ass, the man seeming to have the presence of mind to ask this time before taking her for a wild ride. Her eyes opened to meet his when her lips were left alone again, wanting to see what he might say or do next.

"If you need me to slow down or stop... Just say so, okay?"

All she could do was nod for a moment, a bit overcome by how tender he was being. It was so much different from when Niles had taken her. While Niles hadn't been violent in his movements most of the time, it had always been humiliating and degrading, the man then ultimately fucking her ruthlessly with no concern about her. The way Quint was looking at her now told her that he would never hurt her and only knew her as someone to treat with respect. Her glossy brown eyes watered slightly and she gave him a soft little smile.

"I trust you to be gentle, but I really want this. I may ask you to go slower, but..." Her eyes burned with need and just a hint of vulnerability, "I don't want you to stop." With that said, she felt him start to move.

Her ass was more than lubed enough, his tentacle having made sure of that. In addition, it had stretched her out enough for him to slip in pretty easily for the most part. He still had to press, her ass being almost painfully tight around him, but she didn't feel any pain from it. The further it got, the more aroused she felt, her legs finally deciding to wrap around him and almost aid him in pulling him further inside. While this was happening, her little huffs were interspersed with whimpers and whines of need, one such whimper being, "Quint... all of it, please... I need all of it..."

 

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Throughout Angelique's answer, Francis simply sat back with an amused smile as their eyes roamed each other, taking her lovely form in just as she was taking in his. He even managed to give her an affectionate laugh as she mentioned getting a whiff of his smell. A part of him enjoyed it, really, the flirtation and banter, but truthfully he wanted to step outside and have a cigarette. The though of her putting anything inside of him besides maybe a finger sent a shiver up his spine and a knot of disgust down his belly. For as much as he had seen, there was still something supremely unnerving about this new form of life, and he got the same feeling with Angelique as he did whenever he saw a cockroach scurry away from his boot. Of course, he had been able to calm his human instincts of fear and disgust with people like Sabastian and Quint, but they were not insane.

"One or two months, as long as you keep them fed. The nest isn't only for show, so you'll have to continue to rebuild it as the eggs feed."

Kuznet's eyes looked up to meet her gaze, placing the egg back upon it's stand. So, they needed sustenance outside the womb as well? Perhaps this was why his experimentations had thus far failed. If that were the case, then it the solution would be simple.

"Here, come here for a moment, Francisco. I need your hands."

A huge grin was given to her before he hoisted himself up out of his chair, and then he swaggered over to her as if she were the Homecoming Queen and had just picked him to be her Homecoming King. Once by her side, he held the outfits along with her, giving them an interested once over. Though really, it was The General who seemed to be taking them in, his eyes hungrily devouring them as each one was brought out.

Once she had finished with speaking, he stood up from his chair and made his way over to them slowly. His gaze barely moved, lingering on the craftsmanship of the dresses for a long while before finally moving on to the outfits that Angelique herself were holding. With one hand, he reached out to feel the silky soft texture of the purple fabric, rubbing it between his fingers for a moment before letting it go. Outside the ticking of the clock, and the general electric buzz of the computer, the room was deathly quiet.

Suddenly his eyes moved up to meet her gaze steadily, and with a little smile, he brings his hand up to her chin, running the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip for just a brief second before he takes his hand back and makes his way back to his desk. Once seated, he crosses his hands in front of him and smiles.

"So, what is it that I can do for you Angelique?"

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"I don't want you to stop."

He gave her a little smile, letting out a breath just before speaking.

"Good, because I really don't want to stop."

And it was true. Even just the warmth of her skin against the sensitive head of his cock was making him shiver, and when at last he felt himself push past that tight ring, he closed his eyes and shivered.

She was so insanely tight that it was almost painful, especially after their last few rounds, and it helped to quell some of his hunger to simply jerk his hips forward and completely bury himself in her hot flesh. He closed his eyes and groaned, feeling the way that her flesh squeezed every inch of him.

"Sayori...jesus, you're so tight..."

Quint pushed forward again, each centimeter feeling so agonizingly good. How many times had he cum already? Would he have enough left to fill her between those plump cheeks? Even if he didn't, he definitely knew he would not be getting away from this without another orgasm.

Those legs wrapping around his waist had him panting again, his hips jerking forward almost involuntarily, and once more without any conscious thought to do it, his tentacles came up to caress her beautiful body, twisting and touching, playing with her nipples and breasts while one came down to slide teasingly along her slick pussy.

"Quint... all of it, please... I need all of it..."

His eyes opened fast, and, meeting her gaze, he felt the last of his self control finally melt away. Drawing his hips back just a bit, he then pushed forward until he felt his groin meet her ass.

"Oh god, Sayori!" he groaned. His hand on her cheek slid back to cup the back of her head as he kissed her once more, his tongue extending just the slightest amount so that he could toy with her own renewed passion as his hips began to work up into a faster, more satisfying pace.

 

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Angelique watched excitedly as Kuznet made his appraisal of the outfits. She could tell by the look in his eye that at the very least he was intrigued by them, the man taking the time to fully appreciate the garments. They weren't cheap, the woman having made sure that they were made with quality fabric and craftsmanship. It would seem her efforts had paid off as he was soon standing in front of her, giving her that little smile of his as he caressed her lightly.

It delighted her to know that she had succeeded in buttering him up, if only a little. While she knew that he would never let a few gifts impact his decisions, it would at the very least improve his mood and reaffirm her commitment to being on good terms with the handsome mountain of a man. His looks were appealing, but she knew enough to know that one didn't put their hand in freezing water if they didn't want to get hypothermia. He was cold, efficient, intelligent, and though that was what she liked about him, it also made him dangerous.

As Kuznet returned to his seat, Angelique mentioned, "there are a few more gifts in the suitcase, but they're a bit more intimate so it's probably best to open them later." Gathering up the dresses from Francisco, she took them and the lingerie and put them gently back into the suitcase, closing it and clicking it shut. Inside to be discovered by him later were a few items he would find very interesting. Included in the line-up was hot wax (with a flameless heat plate that could be plugged in), a hood that was form-fitted for a head with a zipper in the back. The hood had no eyeholes, and the hole for the mouth was covered in a mesh device that controlled how much air the person received. There was a pink, black, white, and blue collar respectively for each outfit, each one with a pretty bow and a loop that one could attach a chain to.

There was also:

-The Cat Tail Butt Plugs: https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/81t44cpPpfL._AC_SL1500_.jpg

-Electro Cock Straps: https://ak1.ostkcdn.com/images/products/10411021/Fetish-Fantasy-Remote-Control-Shock-Therapy-Penis-Strap-05f09404-0c6e-40d8-ac85-654b0a69ff9e.jpg

-A flexible double-sided vibrator

- Different straps for tying someone up, including behind-the-back arm wrap restraints and handcuffs that attached to a hip cuff.

"So, what is it that I can do for you Angelique?"

She sat down once again and crossed her legs, letting her foot bounce just slightly. "I think it's more of a question of what we can do for each other. The poppies bloomed beautifully this year, a very nice harvest having been made, and the pot plants are the gifts that just keep giving. I also have a sizable amount of other materials you may want. That being said... I need some things from you if you have them or can acquire them. My hotel has become a haven of sorts, a community if you will, and I intend to keep them safe and well cared for."

A little smile curled her lips, ""why?" your blue eyes ask me. Well, now that I am changed, am I to create a brood and hunt humans in a pack, raping and pillaging as I go, sleeping in the dirt and baying at the moon like an animal?" She laughed as though the very idea was extremely amusing. "No. There is no point in doing all that, and it doesn't sound the least bit appealing to me; I am used to a certain degree of comfort and quite enjoy living in a civilized community."

"Don't mistake me, I fully intend on creating a brood, but it will be at the hotel with the community I have created. I don't desire to expand my reach, I only desire to maintain most of my current lifestyle and to keep my dear Isabella as happy as possible. As you know, she is... everything to me." A dark, barely-controlled hunger seeped into her expression for a moment before she let out the smallest chuckle, uncrossing and recrossing her legs the opposite way.

"So. What you can do for me is to get me these materials, and to tell me what you would be willing to trade for them." She reached into her pantsuit pocket and set a folded list down on the desk in front of him. The list she handed over was comprised of things the hotel would need in the coming months, such as solar panels, hunting rifles, seeds, and certain types of wires. Obviously, she intended to convert the hotel to solar power, but she also very much wanted to see if she could get a windmill going to get some energy that way as well for the cold, dark winter months.

The feelings Quint was broadcasting was giving her goosebumps, even without tapping into him. It was almost like an itch she really wanted to scratch, to feel the pleasure vicariously through him and to see what had gotten him so worked up. It almost seemed like he was fucking someone, but if he was Kuznet's pet, then she wasn't sure who he could be fucking. It was only through a very high amount of self-control that she was able to resist just taking a little peek.

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The feeling of his cock pushing all the way inside her made her squirm, it being almost excruciatingly pleasurable. Part of her knew that this would likely be the last act in their wild love-making, so she was resolved to make the most of it.

She had never known how erotic and freeing it could feel to have a man filling her ass, the man struggling not to cum just from pushing into her vice-like grip. It had always been something she was afraid of, having heard rumors about how it hurt and how uncomfortable it was. There was no doubt that if someone was to go at it haphazardly that it would probably be like that, but with Quint it just felt so exquisite. Sayori hoped in the back of her mind that Niles would all but be forgotten as she created this new memory for herself with Quint's help.

The light caress of his tentacles on her body and breasts only heightened the experience, Sayori almost wishing she could move her hips in such a way that would force that tentacle between her legs to be buried in her pussy. By now her pussy was a sopping wet, creamy mess what with all her fluids and Quint's seemingly endless supply of cum.

"Oh god, Sayori!"

"Quint, yes-" She didn't get to finish her sentence as his lips begged for her attention. By the time his nimble tongue twisted around her own, she didn't even remember what she was going to say. All there was was Quint and her longing for him, her own tongue seeking him out while her soft lips pressed against him. He was holding her tightly, but his grip loosened a bit after the initial wave of lust passed. After what seemed like seconds of letting their tongues slip over each others', she unlocked her legs from behind him and used a burst of energy she didn't even know she had to push Quint to the side, her own body following and ending up rolling on top of him.

From there, she straightened up and panted, grabbing his hands and interlocking their fingers together in front of herself. Her intense brown eyes met his blue, a burning desire within her to show Quint just how much she wanted him in this moment. Perched up on top of him almost regally, she exuded a feeling of strength and self assuredness. With the help of her legs on either side of him, she started to move up and down, her back arching as she lifted her ass up and down his cock. Every now and then she would take the time to grind on him, pressing her plump cheeks into his thighs to get him as deep as possible before she resumed. When she would do so, she would let out an almost choked moan that seemed to originate somewhere in her core and work its way up her chest and out her divine lips.

 

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Francisco took a seat after his services were no longer needed. Instead of relaxing back in his chair, however, he grabbed his stack of paperwork on the desk and began rifling through it, bringing up some of the work that would be easy to do while still keeping himself involved in the conversation. As he did this, he happened to also move a stack of photos that was sitting near his pile, bringing them a bit closer to Angelique's gaze.

"I don't desire to expand my reach, I only desire to maintain most of my current lifestyle and to keep my dear Isabella as happy as possible. As you know, she is... everything to me."

Kuznet smiled softly, more for social etiquette than anything. While his own desires were a craving that he was always looking to itch, Angelique was right in that, his pet's were more like an extension of himself. They were his, but he was not so stupid as to ever let himself become weak enough to think of them as anything more than expendable. The body could function without a hand, after all, and while he would do everything in his power not to lose one of his special treasures, at the end of the day, he would have no qualms about cutting them off if they could no longer serve him.

Reaching out, he took her note and read over it as she continued to speak, nodding almost imperceptibly at the supplies that she had written down.

"Your harvest will easily cover this. Although..."

He put the note down, having already memorized what she needed, and slid it back over to her.

"If you would like a more reliable source of energy, I would not be opposed to taking some of that brood off your hands."

He picked up his cup of coffee and sat back, his posture relaxed as he let his offer sink in. While he had every intention of having Jonathon keep careful watch over her, and he planned on building his own 'brood', so to say, it was always much easier to deal with the competition when they were more complacent and providing a service. It would simply be a waste to take her out if she still had something to offer him, while he also ensured she never became too much of a threat.
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The way she had simply rolled them both over surprised him, and he was almost sure that she must have felt the way in which his cock jumped in her ass. When she took his hands, he had a very hard time controlling his strength. Not that he thought he would have truly hurt her, but even with a normal mans strength, he might have squeezed her hands a bit too hard with the intensity of what she was doing to him. As it was, he gripped her petite fingers but let held himself back, more than willing to let her take the lead.

Petite. Yes, she was 'petite', but only in so far as her body was concerned. As Quint let his head fall back and his eyes meet her sexy gaze, he couldn't help but be reminded of all those stories he had ever heard of gods and goddesses; pharaohs and ancient kings. She reminded him of a queen, her regal posture and total confidence in that moment not being lost to him. While the way she was riding his pole so effortlessly, squeezing his cock with such intensity each time her warm ass came down to kiss his thighs, was driving him to euphoric bliss, her confidence and wild, lust driven actions, was what was really sealing the deal for him. He knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer like this, but before he blew his last load from those sweet sounds coming from those pouty lips, he wanted to give her all he had. He wanted to help her ride herself to one final, mind-blowing orgasm before they both gave into exhaustion.

Quints healing tentacle suddenly reaches up and wraps around her waist, holding her down against his groin for a brief moment and giving him just enough time to set his other tentacles to work. Two of them come up and wrap around her plump breasts, squeezing them gently as the tips of each tentacle maneuver forward and then latch onto each pert, hardened little nipple, applying a gentle suction between each squeeze. At the same time that each of her breasts are being fondled, his fourth tentacle snakes up between her thighs and seeks the entrance to her warm folds, squirting just a bit of lubrication despite it being unnecessary, before pushing deep into her entrance. He then waited just long enough, just to see the expression and change in her eyes, that moment of intense pleasure from what he was doing, to make his final move.

Letting go of her hands, he brings himself up into a sitting position and then wraps his hands and arms around her small frame, pulling her into a tender and warm embrace. His lips do not seek her own out, but instead go to her neck, where begins to heatedly kiss her soft flesh as the tentacle wrapped around her middle aids his arms in lifting her small frame up and down on his cock. Very quickly, Quint finds himself matching her desperate cries of pleasure, and with each moan, his speed seems to increase until finally, he could feel it coming.

"Sayori, again! You're going to make me cum agai-fuuuck!.."

His last words were almost a growl, deep and guttural as he suddenly held her down against his groin, his cock jumping and unleashing every last drop of what he had left.

 

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"Your harvest will easily cover this. Although... If you would like a more reliable source of energy, I would not be opposed to taking some of that brood off your hands."

Ah, there it was. She had no doubts when she came and revealed herself to him that he would eventually try to work her offspring into the negotiations. While she didn't know exactly what was going to hatch out of any of her eggs, she got the feeling that they would be humanoid in nature given that they didn't kill the host and seemed to more absorb their blueprint before going into the womb-like nest. She was their rightful mother, and she knew that when they hatched that they would share a bond with her that Kuznet simply couldn't replicate.

It was going to be interesting to watch, the General trying to contain something so chaotic. He would have to be careful, seeing that he was much weaker than even the children might be. Of course he could manipulate them, but what happens when they realize that they outnumber him and have the capacity to swallow him up? One could use fear, but that only went so far.

She took a moment to simply muse and think it over, reaching up and tapping her cheek thoughtfully before she answered. "Hm... I'm amenable to it, but I'm not willing to part with more than 30% of them. I have to look out for my own interests as well and there are threats out there that I have to protect myself from. I'm sure you understand. Besides... I'm curious as to how you'll raise them. Neither of us know exactly what will come out of those eggs, but odds are you'll have to raise them in your basement lest the good people of this base get frightened. Even so, how does one handle something that will potentially be much stronger than a human when it throws a fit? What happens if they get out and take a nibble out of your citizens? It's all very new... Such untested waters. Still. You've been a father before, so I imagine that you will assume that role once again with the same dedication."

Her eyes went to the note that he had put on the desk and pushed forward next to a stack of photos. The top photo... The woman's gaze drifted to it, recognizing that face to be Damien's. One would have to be looking for micro-expressions in her face, but her lips curled just a bit more in a bit of a condescending manner, her eyes narrowing smugly. So the General had Damien on his radar? Interesting. Maybe Kuznet had heard of his talents, perhaps curious to see them himself.

Taking the note, she pocketed it once more and leaned back with a little smile, "we will have to discuss the specifics when I visit next week. I'll be sure to bring some of my brood and product though."

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It seemed as though Quint appreciated the view, his face twisting into an expression of ecstasy from where Sayori watched him from above. That sight gave her great satisfaction, knowing that he too enjoyed when she came out of her shell.

She hardly noticed the tentacle around her waist until he was holding her down with it, the woman taking advantage of its strength to let it help her grind against him. The next thing she knew, his other tentacles were upon her chest doing impossibly pleasurable things to her and making her feel absolutely intoxicated. Her eyes were hooded, totally immersed in this final throe of passion. It was as though the pleasure was radiating from her breasts, ass, and... oh god! A loud moan came from her as that last thick tentacle gushed and then wriggled so effortlessly inside her, her head tipping back and her grip on his hands loosening.

It almost felt like an out-of-body experience what with how hot and blissful she felt, now finally truly understanding why women in porn or movies eventually gave in to the tentacle monsters so deviously defiling them. Though "defiling" couldn't be further from the truth, every lewd caress of his being welcome upon her lustful body.

Dirty talk was something she liked in the bedroom, and sometimes she would moan slutty things, but all she could manage at this point were her ragged moans as he sat up and held her, his strong arms pulling her close and his breath and lips upon her neck. He knew exactly what to do to have her come undone, the woman reaching her own peak right before Quint did. Her tight pussy squeezed him hard as she came, her entire body almost feeling like it was buzzing with bliss. It was all she could do not to pass out right then and there and it left her clinging to him desperately, a cry of ultimate satisfaction on her lips.

When at last the orgasm loosened its hold on her, she slumped against Quint, the small woman absolutely exhausted. It seemed as though Quint was also tired, as she soon found him laying back against the bed, her own body nestled on top. A shudder went through her as his cock became soft and slowly slipped out of her ass; she was still sensitive, that feeling being light a nice afterglow.

Now that they were laying down, she felt herself starting to succumb to her body's need to rest, the tiredness sapping her ability to stay awake. That being said, she was just lucid and at the same time still affected enough to say something to him as her pants became small huffs. Sayori wasn't sure why, but she wanted to convey how much she appreciated him right in that moment.

With her head resting on his chest, she said softly, "You know... you're the only thing that gives me hope in this place... You're the only person who cares about my feelings. So thank you... for-" her little speech was interrupted by a yawn as her eyelids started to fall as though there were weights attached. "-mm. For being... well, for being you..." The last bit of her energy was devoted to raising her head so that the smallest little smooch could be placed on his cheek before she laid her head back down on his shoulder, her breathing quickly slowing as she fell sound asleep.

 

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He remained quiet as she spoke, simply holding his mug and and meeting her gaze as she thought it over. When she did speak, he didn't have any comment to add, though he had plans on how he would handle his new army. He had not been testing so extensively in the laboratory and on his half zombies for nothing after all, and he felt as if he were only a hairs width away from finding the switch. Still, even if he couldn't find it, he now had plenty of knowledge on what drugs he could use in combination with his own mental tactics, should the eggs hatch into something humanoid and capable of speech and intelligent thought. Of course, Kuznet did not divulge her any of this information, however, wanting to keep some cards up his own sleeve as a back up.

While Francisco had paused in his paperwork to glance up at her as she spoke, his eyes being drawn to her face as she spoke of whatever came out from those eggs 'throwing a fit', he did not notice the way in which her eyes just so barely squinted as they took in the picture below her. Kuznet, however, did, as he was much more practiced in looking for the subtle differences.

"we will have to discuss the specifics when I visit next week. I'll be sure to bring some of my brood and product though."

"Very good. One more thing, before you go..."

The General leaned forward, sitting his mug down on the desk and then reaching one giant hand out to tap his finger over Damien's picture a few times.

"You seem to have recognized this one. If there is any information you care to share, I would be willing to have Officer Niles bring you a shipment of supplies later this evening, rather than waiting until your harvest is over."
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Quint spent his few moments in that blissful high catching his breath as well. His eyes had closed as his breathing slowed, simply enjoying the afterglow and the feeling of her warm body pressed against him. When she started to speak though, he opened his eyes just a bit to look down at her and listen.

"You know... you're the only thing that gives me hope in this place... You're the only person who cares about my feelings. So thank you..."

Much like herself, he was still being heavily affected by the hormone as well, so with a few final words spoken on a tired breath, he told her a truthfully-

"You are so special to me Sayori. More than...you realize..."

And with that, he fell asleep, unable to fight off the exhaustion for even a second longer.

 

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Her eyebrow raised at Kuznet, the woman curious as to why he wanted to know about Damien. One might think he was just another citizen to the General, but his interest seemed to be much greater seeing as he was willing to sweeten the pot for her if she divulged what she knew. That being said, she didn't really care why he wanted him and she doubted he would tell her.

"You want to know about Damien Finch? You mean Margaret's little slut? When I saw the photo, I thought maybe you wanted a taste yourself. If you don't know him personally though... I suppose there are things you simply can't find on the internet." Though she wouldn't say it, she was pleased that she knew something Kuznet didn't, it gave her the chance to dish on all the juicy details to someone who wasn't already privy to what the upper class did behind closed doors.

Getting back to her feet, she leaned over and opened her suitcase as she started talking. "Between those who have an ungodly amount of money, most of the time influence is bought not with bills but with favors. You can imagine where this is going."

She straightened up and closed the suitcase, holding something in her hands as she turned and sauntered toward Francisco, hips swaying with her graceful footsteps. "A handsome man like that, some would probably like a night with him, yes? To taste his skin in your teeth as you push him down? Or perhaps to have him hold you close so you can feel desired the way you used to before you started to age? A transaction under the covers, out of the public eye with no third parties involved who might speak to the press." Angelique leaned over and stretched what was in her hands out like an accordion, revealing a large row of condoms that she then draped around Francisco's neck, letting her hands run down the plastic until it reached the end. Only the tips of her fingers lingered and made contact with his shirt before she pulled back and crossed her arms, giving him a flirty wink before turning toward Kuznet and continuing.

The woman moved toward Kuznet's desk. "While I personally never took him into my bedroom, my mother was quite fond of him. She always got so impatient that she had to wait her turn. Margaret always liked garnering favors, so she kept her dashing slut busy. The only rules she had were that there were to be no lasting marks, and that they always used condoms. I can't say when it started, nor do I know how frequently his mother arranged these "dates," but I do know that he really got passed around quite a bit."

Arriving, Angelique put her hand down onto the wood and leaned against it. Though she still had the same little smile, her eyes seemed to gleam with an excitement. "And that isn't even the juiciest thing I can tell you about him. Tell me, have you heard of a boy named Toby?"

 

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"You want to know about Damien Finch? You mean Margaret's little slut?"

Francis raised a brow, briefly glancing at Kuznet before looking back to Angelique with curiosity. It really wasn't hard to fake, as he was curious, though not for any reason that either of them knew.

That swagger of hers had him setting his pen down and turning to her, giving Angelique his full attention and a very interested smile as she revealed what was in her hand. He felt himself rising up a bit as she draped those little packets of love around his shoulders, her breasts capturing his gaze for a moment as she bent down near him. Almost unconsciously, his hands reach out to light upon her thighs, his fingers just barely feeling the warmth of her skin through her clothing before she pulled away from his grasp. A shiver of delight ran through him, and his smile turned into a full on grin as she gave him that little wink, his chest then shaking a bit as he chuckled and shook his head. Such a tease, though a tease he wouldn't be getting tired of any time soon.

"Tell me, have you heard of a boy named Toby?"

While she talked Kuznet sat back and relaxed, simply letting her spur herself on into working herself up into that excited energy. He had no doubts that she was eager to tell what she knew, having only needed a little nudge, though he knew he needed to be careful now. Not that he was truly worried, but now that he had revealed an interest in the man, he was sure that Angelique would be curious, which could be troublesome for him. Curiosity was a lovely little manipulative tool, but it was also a very dangerous weapon when not handled carefully. He would have to plant some seeds and perhaps, speed up his plans a bit. The General had planned on playing his game for just another day, but now that the pieces had been moved upon the board, he wasn't sure if he was willing to risk that amount of time should Angelique decide to pursue said curiosity, and just why Damien was on his list.

"Indeed, I have" he said slowly, his tone and expression neutral.

"But a name and a missing persons case is all the information I was able to gather. His families money and influence runs deep, it would appear, which is...very bothersome."

For just a brief second, Kuznet allowed himself to express just the smallest glimpse of the anger he felt boiling under the surface, his eyes becoming icy as they glanced down at the picture before he relaxed once more and met her gaze again.

"Mr. Finch killed a few of my men when this new age started-not an easy task, need I remind you. This, combined with the amount of resources that his families money has likely acquired, and you may see why I am looking into his whereabouts."

He leaned forward, putting his elbows on the desk and crossing his hands slowly as he moved his massive form towards her. Their faces were mere inches apart now, his breath being felt upon her flawless skin as he spoke in a dangerously quiet tone.

"You know how much I hate competition, Angelique. Especially when that competition breaks my tools."

In much the same way that he had done with Sayori many times before, he brings one of those giant hands up and gently runs his fingers over her silky cheek, getting tauntingly close to running his hand through her hair before deciding to move back down and put his hand under her chin, holding her face there as his glacial eyes stare deep into her being.

"Tell me what I need to know to break that little boy."

 

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She listened to him speak, such a soft voice with such sharp ice in his eyes. It was interesting that he was getting so worked up over the deaths of a few of his men, not to mention that she hardly thought Damien was capable of being any sort of competition for Kuznet. It was likely that all he told her was true, but she couldn't help but wonder whether there was something he wasn't telling her. Why would Damien feel the need to take out some of Kuznet's men? It didn't seem like Damien was power-hungry, though that could have changed if he himself had become like herself.

Whatever the circumstances, it seemed like Kuznet intended to exact his revenge pound for pound with interest. She wished she would have been able to see Damien's face as Kuznet finally got him in hand, but alas, she imagined that this was going to be handled privately.

Angelique could indeed feel his breath upon her. Ever since she changed, she constantly felt the urge bubbling beneath her skin to take and fuck anyone who got close. She could just imagine her tentacles constricting his arms in a vice-like grip as she moved onto his lap and rode his cock, her lips meeting his and her tongue almost going down his throat. That being said, she had remarkable self-control and therefore didn't even entertain the idea of succumbing to that primal desire. His hand upon her cheek did feel very nice though.

Looking right back into his eyes she responded. "Mm. As expected, you're already aware of the boy's strange and unexpected disappearance. There was no conceivable motive, and everyone around the boy checked out. They couldn't even find his body..."

"I was about ten at the time, and at one point I was approached by a police officer. I don't recall her name, but she had an annoying naivety about justice and how the world worked. She was convinced that Damien's parents had murdered the boy, and that he knew the truth. She said that whenever she talked to him, it seemed like he was so crestfallen, as though he wanted to talk to her, but didn't think it would make a difference. It absolutely wouldn't have, he was right, but she seemed to think that she could "right that wrong and bring them to justice." Angelique chuckled at the absurdity of the idea.

"Of course I didn't have anything useful for her, but I talked to Damien at one point and tried to see if he would say anything about it. His face went as pale as a ghost and he looked at his hands before shaking his head. He told me he didn't know anything and avoided me after that. Whenever he would see me coming, he would find a way to weasel himself away. Eventually I grew bored and let it lie, but I would be willing to bet that he might have been the one who had done it. I don't know why he would since Toby was one of his two closest friends, but... I just get the feeling. My intuition is quite good, you know." She shrugged with a somewhat smug smile.

"The other of his friends was a girl he liked, based on the rumor. I heard that after Toby disappeared, Damien stopped all contact with her abruptly. I think that while Margaret enjoyed holding his leash and passing him around for her benefit, she was a jealous woman who didn't like when he would make his own connections. I would have thought it was she who would go missing, but surprisingly she wasn't touched. That is all the information I have for you about that, so I hope that was enough for you to work with."

Her eyes slid in the direction of the cafeteria, momentarily distracted as her eyes almost glazed over for a moment. She soon returned her eyes to him, "Ah. My subordinate let me know that she is going to meet me in the cafeteria before we leave. Apparently they're serving chili and garlic bread and I must say it's tickling my fancy right now, especially with how delicious it looks."

 

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Kuznet let her face go and leaned back once more, listening intently to each detail she offered. About midway through what she was saying, he raised his hand up to his own face, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb just under his eye as he glanced down at the picture once more, and his icy gaze turned to a somewhat amused smile.

Yes, the details were being filled in now. Each little mention of the way he had acted, from the blood draining from his face, to the way he had looked down at his own hands, was filling in the gaps and helping him to draw his own conclusions. Of course, Kuznet still wanted to confirm it himself, preferably drawing forth the truth through pained whimpers and screams, but he felt satisfied in knowing that now he knew exactly where to dig his knife in.

"Ah. My subordinate let me know that she is going to meet me in the cafeteria before we leave."

The brief pause in her voice had caused him to look up, his expression becoming inquisitive as he heard what she had to say. He then smiled and brought his hand down to wave it in an almost dismissive manner.

"Enjoy. We will discuss more when next you come to visit."

He took up his pen then, intent on getting back to work, but just before she left, he gave her a wicked little smile that bordered on demented.

"I look forward to seeing you again, Angelique."

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A few moments had passed, The General waiting until she had made her departure and was sure that he would not be interrupted again. Then, he turned to Francisco with a smile.

"I had a suspicion that Quinton was not being completely honest with me."

Francisco chuckled, picking up his coffee and meeting his gaze dead on just before he took a sip.

"Mm. I think he learned from the best, Ray. He never lays all his cards down until he's forced to."

"...indeed. Well, time to finish the game then, wouldn't you say?"

 

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She returned his smile with a demurely smug smile herself, like a cat who had gotten just what it wanted. He seemed very satisfied with the product and information offered, so at the very least they were on good terms for now. It wasn't advisable to ever assume that it would continue in the future, so she was glad that he had decided to give her some resources immediately just in case he changed his mind later. "I do enjoy our visits also. Au revoir, mon général."

Angelique's eyes went to Francisco's and she purred, "have fun, but save some sugar for me." A little candy had been plucked from a dish on the General's desk, the woman holding it near her mouth and extending her tongue, wrapping around it before pulling it into her mouth, obviously making an insinuation. All the while she had kept eye-contact with Francisco, enjoying the idea of him laying in bed and touching himself to that image later.

With that, she turned and opened the door, stepping out and closing it behind her and turning to Niles. While Francisco was her favorite, she couldn't deny that she very much appreciated how handsome Niles was. He had an intensity that amused her, the type of man who seemed stoic on the outside, but had many emotions roiling within. What would it take to tease them out, she wondered.

The woman lingered for a moment, leaning closer to him and saying softly, "I will be seeing you later today then. Perhaps I will give you a tour of the hotel." A wink was given to him before she turned and sauntered away, her high-heels clicking on the floor as her hips moved provocatively. It was effortless, her movements neither exaggerated nor subtle, though in addition to being seductive her movements also radiated power and purpose. A soldier down the hall couldn't help but ogle her as soon as she passed, watching as the door to the building shut behind her.

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Damien sighed softly, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel for a moment before glancing back at Vin through the rearview mirror. After Vin had finished up his tattoo, Vin had taken requests from other people who had gathered to watch. Of course, he had to make limits to conserve the ink, but at the end of the day there were several satisfied survivors. It was unfortunate that while Vin got some satisfaction from a job well done, he didn't get what he had really been hoping for: news of Sabastian.

They had waited there all day with no sign of the little blonde, the consensus being that he had probably moved on to a nearby base. The man who had given them the information in the first place had checked in to see if he had been any help in locating him. When they gave him the less-than-sunny update, he suggested the next base over. After all, it was the closest one and he remembered Sabastian inquiring about it at one point.

It didn't take much convincing, the three of them agreeing that it was the next best place to look. Damien was worried about how Vin was taking the disappointment of it all, but he didn't say anything to him. Vin had requested that they play some music on the drive over, so he had honored that request. Soon, they came up on that second base, pulling up about a mile away as they did with the first one and making sure the car was properly hidden.

Getting out of the car, Damien yawned and stretched slightly, taking note of the way his ankle itched slightly from the new tattoo. He turned to Cora and gestured at the backseat, "should we leave Bowie in the car again, or do you think he'd be okay outside? It's pretty hot today and he's been really cooped up these past couple days."

 

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Delvin had gone back to being his quiet and brooding self as they traveled. The only reason he had even asked for the music to be on was so that the car would not feel heavy with the weight of silence, making them all feel uncomfortable. It wasn't that he had lost hope, he was just...frustrated? Scared? Scared was probably what it was, mixed in with a heavy dose of feeling sick from treating his body so harshly the past few days. He had no doubt that the extreme lack of good sleep was also playing a key part in how shitty he felt, hindering his thoughts from doing anything but chew away at him, but there was nothing he could do about that right now except to let it run it's course.

Once they had parked, all three of them had gotten out-Vin setting Bowie down on the seat and leaving his door open for him. The snake was more than capable of deciding if he wanted to get out and stretch or not.

"should we leave Bowie in the car again, or do you think he'd be okay outside?"

Cora gave him a little "hm" before she turned around and opened the back door on the other side.

"I don't think it's safe to leave him in the car if we have to have the windows up. What do you think, my little man?" she asked, bending over slightly as Bowie lifted himself up to bump his forehead against hers. She brought her hands up to rub her thumbs over his sides, just below his face as she smiled, looking down into those beautiful violet eyes.

"Do you want to go hunt?"

The snake bobbed from side to side a bit, a motion that made Vin smile with amusement and affection as he crossed his arms.

"Alright, just don't get lost. And come back and hide under the car if anything bothers you, ok?"

Bowie did his little bob one more time before he slid down off the seat and made his way into the perimeter of the forest. He didn't go very far before he simply climbed up a tree, apparently already smelling his first meal.

After he was well up in the top of the canopy, Cora turned to the two men and gave them a smile.

"So...what do you guys think? Should we try to ask around a bit more? It might not be a bad idea to split up once we get there, and maybe meet back at the cafeteria or something."

Vin reached up and rubbed his face a bit, looking in the direction of the base.

"Probably. I made a copy of that picture, so we can each have one."

 

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That little snake was so adorable, Damien couldn't help but smile as he watched Cora and Vin chat with him for a moment before letting him go do his own exploring. Most likely Bowie could take care of himself, being a strong snake that he presumed was pretty resilient. Even if a bird got him or a larger animal tried to eat him, if he was as fast as he was at the lake or as strong at least, he would be absolutely fine.

When Cora mentioned splitting up, he nodded. It would certainly help them cover more ground. He knew Vin was impatient to find the blonde, and he didn't want to waste any time either. Vin needed this- he needed to know that Sabastian was safe and that the little man knew how much he truly cared. He could only imagine how difficult this was for him, not knowing whether Sabastian was even taking care of himself. If he were in the same position, he knew he wouldn't rest until he had found the person most important to him.

"Alright, I think splitting up sounds good. Let's say that we'll meet up at the cafeteria no later than six pm, but if we've exhausted all leads before then, we can meet up there early." He looked out in the direction of the base before looking back at Vin. "Okay, let's go." Pausing for just a moment, he reached out and patted Vin on the shoulder, hoping that the gesture instilled a bit of hope in the man . "At the very least I think we should have a lead by the end of the day."

 

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Delvin had started forward but paused briefly when he felt that pat to his shoulder. A bit of tension left him, the man's shoulders slumping slightly as he gave Damien a grateful smile.

"I hope so. Thanks man."

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Once they arrived at the base, Vin headed off towards the north end of the compound, and Cora left with Damien to the south end. The group was none the wiser as to the soldiers who were keeping a careful watch on them, one of them having already radioed in to the head of the base-General Kuznet. And once the game had been set in motion, it was only a matter of time.

The day passed rather quickly, despite having not come up with any new leads. The hour was fast approaching six a'clock, and Vin found himself sitting at the bar, literally scratching his head in frustration before letting out a long groan as his hand came down to cover his face.

"You look as if you have seen better days."

Delvin jumped a bit, having not heard anyone come over and sit beside him. When he looked over, he was a bit taken aback to see General Kuznet. His massive form towered over him, even sitting down, though the gentle smile he had on his face put Vin at ease.

"It is good to see you alive, although, I did not expect to see you back at a base anytime soon."

Vin frowned, then reached out and grabbed a glass of water that had been sat down in front of him.

"Trust me, I didn't think I would be back either. But, I'm looking for someone."

The General leaned his form against the bar, casually relaxing.

"Oh? Perhaps I can help?"
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Cora yawned loudly, covering her mouth as she did so and then wiping away the stray tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes. The sun was still up pretty high, although it had cooled off enough to no longer be uncomfortable.

"I don't get it..." she said a bit dejectedly, looking around at the people of the base as they sat on the bench for a bit of a rest.

"Not one person I have talked to today has seen him. You don't think he decided to skip the base, do you?"

Those hazel eyes looked up, their forest green shining through a bit more brightly in the summer sun as she worried over the whereabouts of their friend.

 

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Damien was a bit disheartened himself, feeling a bit anxious at the fact that they didn't even have a scrap of a clue as to where Sabastian was now. It only made sense that he would head in this direction, so why hadn't he? If only there was some way to figure out what Sabastian was moving toward, where he ultimately planned to go. If they knew that, then maybe they could trail behind him more effectively.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes scanning the people passing by before looking down at Cora.

"Well, I don't know. Maybe we just got here before him? Hopefully that's the case but... I just don't know. I'm not sure where he even intends to go. He has to pick a place to settle down at some point. Winter will be coming and I doubt he wants to be caught with the snow nipping at his heels." The man paused and took a moment to wrap his arms around Cora and pull her close to him, simply seeking comfort in her embrace.

"Should we keep looking, or head to the cafeteria?"

 

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Vin had taken the photo out to show him, hoping beyond hope that, as someone who was in such a high leadership role, The General might have at least seen Sabastian. However, a terrible feeling settled down into his stomach when General Kuznet took just a brief glance at the photo and lost his smile, his posture becoming a bit stiff as he suddenly sat up and made eye contact with a soldier on the far side of the room. With a simple nod of the big mans chin, the soldier stood and began ushering the few people in the bar out, and before Vin could really make sense of what was happening, the soldier locked the door.

"Delvin..." General Kuznet said, addressing him to get his attention once more.

"I may have some, bad news. You came into this base with a companion, did you not?"

Vin got up off his seat, standing by it with a hand resting on the bar. He did not like whatever weird vibe was suddenly going on in that room.

"I did...what's going on? What bad news? He isn't.."

He couldn't finish those words, the thought stabbing enough pain in his heart to make his chest feel tight and his stomach flip.

"Now, calm down. I have not seen your companion, Sabastian, so there is no proof that he is dead. However..."

Kuznet turned from him slightly, picking up a small suitcase that he had sitting near his chair and then opening it up. Vin was so worked up at this point that he didn't even think to question why the General would have a suitcase on him in the bar, or even what he was doing at the bar in the first place.

"Your companion, Damien Finch..."

"Wha...what about him?"

Vin looked up at him, his brows furrowing in confusion.

"I have been looking into him, Delvin. He is not the man you think he is."

His hand reached inside the suitcase, pulling out a paper file filled with pictures, which he then handed to Vin.
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Cora leaned into that hug, needing his comfort just as badly. For a long moment, she simply closed her eyes and breathed him in. After she felt a bit calmer, she sighed and leaned back.

"I think I want to go check on Bowie. I don't think I left him any water out. Why don't you go ahead, and after I'm done, I'll come grab dinner with you guys?"

Damien hadn't parked the car as far away from the base as last time, only about a five minute walk, so she really wasn't worried about traveling it by herself. Not to mention, they were so close to other people, all she had to do was let out one good scream and someone would come running.

 

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Cora wasn't the only one breathing in their loved one's scent. The fact that the military bases' soaps didn't smell like much of anything was a good thing in his opinion; it let Cora's own comforting scent dominate whenever he smelled the top of her head.

"Hm..." He thought for a moment, his steely eyes looking at her as he pondered. The idea of Cora going outside the base on her own didn't appeal to him at all, but they were basically in the brightest time of the year so the sun would be up for at least several more hours. On top of that, if something happened, she was close enough to run back to the base. While he didn't like it, he knew that constantly holding onto her for fear of what might happen wasn't healthy and that Cora seemed to like having a bit of her own autonomy.

"If you're not back by seven, I'm going to go looking for you, okay?" With that, he kissed her forehead and smiled. "Stay safe." His arms withdrew from around her, allowing her to leave and head for the car.