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A Dutiful Pursuit ((Nanaki and ChaosLord)) | Tifa stared at the WEAPON, at her hidden desire, one that wasnt meant to be fulfilled. The ULTIMATE weapon had destroyed armies, leveled cities, and left an entire continent in ruins. Now its here to fuck her with that godlike might. Yes, she hated Cloud for being weak, but now the little spiky bitch didnt matter. She was going to fuck the manifestation of the worlds fury. Its going to rip her apart in the process, but she didnt care.Darting forward between its thick powerfull legs, Tifa quickly wrapped her arms around its leg sized cock, devouring it hungrily with long wet licks as her arms jerked it off in a violent motion. She gave it her all, the entire might of the great fighter would barely be enough to make it feel anything."Fuck me..FUCK ME!" She screamed, and when she was picked up in those long lethal talons, Tifa felt no fear, just insane glee and a torrent of hot searing lust. It fucked her like a hurricane, a force of nature that tore her sanity to shreds. With every thrust of its hips, the world shook, and shockwaves blasted the room, wrecking the work of arts. It took only two hours, two long hours of perpetual orgasm, untill even the mighty fighter exploded inside, falling limp, lifeless, eyes white from the body wrecking experience. |
A Dutiful Pursuit ((Nanaki and ChaosLord)) | Koyla poured all his power into playing his role as the weapon, and it showed. Never before had he pushed himself so hard, for so long. It had been ages since he'd felt actual strain and soreness in his muscles, and overexertion had before not been a word familiar to his thoughts. But it was worth it for the all consuming bliss, the connection, the mastery he felt over Tifa as he fulfilled her deepest, darkest fantasy. He might not have been Ultimate Weapon, but his strength and power pushed the limits of what Tifa's mortal body could withstand, and that was what mattered. The transformation of his body into a fitting representation of a weapon's phallus had drained the reserves of his magical energy, but coupled with the illusions and enchantments he'd poured into her mind, it had been a most convincing experience.Now, she was his and all the pleasures of the flesh that might be bestowed were her's to sample. As he reamed her into oblivion, he felt the same growing connection as he had with Lulu, and he pushed himself further than he had with the black mage, enhancing every sensation Tifa experienced, and as her all consuming orgasm wracked her nervous system off the richter scale, he came. Like a spring of demonic essence, he poured himself into her, filling her deepest folds with enough force as to be felt deep in her core, and overflowing their coupling in lurid waves that coated their thighs. He withdrew after the third surge and came over her body, leaving her awash in his searingly hot seed before dropping to one knee, panting, smiling in triumph and carnal bliss. "I win." He whispered, as he stood to his feet, and looked down at her spent and slutty form. |
A Dutiful Pursuit ((Nanaki and ChaosLord)) | Tifa's body was still twitching when Morrigans light footsteps came towards Koyla. She had been watching from the shadows, much impressed by her nephews rise to demonhood. While Lulu was someone she knew he can conquer easily, and Tifa was practically begging for fate to give her a master, she didnt think he would dominate the ex AVALANCHE member so..brutally."Bravo Koyla dear..such a masterfull performance.."Without so much as touching him, she willed him to fall back onto a large cushioned seat, placing herself on his wet sticky lap, not caring about the cleanliness of her silk dress. He was indeed shaping up well, still green compared to most demons, but that can easily be changed."Two slaves bound to you already..two very powerfull and..aluring slaves."She ran a slender finger along a vein in his cock, pulling it up to her lips and having a taste. He tasted just like his father. "I think you deserve a break..enjoy your new slaves, i have a task for you when you are ready..but take your time..us sex demons wont be satisfied by just a day or two of 'fun' " |
Will (Gwendolyn) | The sensors set the door to shut behind them, and with the door's sound came the culmination of the day's surreal feel. It was like a period at the end of a sentence, a sentence Anakin had been crucial in crafting, yet even now was unsure of its necessity. It bore a degree of gravity, though, a very real degree an undeniable swan song of what they once were, and could never be again. The Imperial Senate had been slain on Coruscant only two days prior, as had the Jedi Council, his own brethren, and all by his hands... Wincing his eyes shut as all that had occured really settled into his mind, lingering just inside the door of the royal chamber he and his wife would share for the evening, Anakin swallowed down the lump in his throat, swallowed it all the way to the pit of his stomach. He reached out to press his palm against the scanner beside the door. With a few soft beeps and a simple word, "Lock," that was it. The day of fear inspired parades and speeches of a new future had officially drawn to a close with the shutting of their bedroom door. In the wake of all the bloodshed his wife had emerged to an imperial throne as Empress, and he her very capable right hand.Had it been right? Anakin's touch lingered against the scanner, almost leaning against it, his shoulders bearing a slight slump and his head in a defeated bow. Padme had urged him one direction and Palpatine Sidious another. Both wanted killing. Both wanted the murders he'd been driven to, rounding up those capable of standing against him and cutting through them with a brilliant, unwavering blade. Sidious' desires had been for domination, to rule, with Anakin as his second and one day heir. Padme... Padme wanted peace, didn't she? Take out the corrupt. Take out those who would protect the corrupt. That left only she and him to rule as the people needed to be, didn't it? It was the same exact thing as Sidious had wanted, sameexact, he knew, staging a violent coup to then be the one on top, just presented in a prettier package. But she was his wife, and his... owner. Her sweet words held a seductive sway over him, like a siren of the sea, willing him to a desire for everything she was. Yet had she not purchased him like a commodity from Watto when he was a young boy, Anakin knew he would always be drawn to her regardless.And what of his master, Obi Wan? The sorrow in the jedi's face had cut Anakin deep, though not nearly as deep as he'd likely cut his teacher. Whether or not Obi Wan had any clue what drove Anakin to the murders, whether or not he'd noticed, truly noticed the darkness taken root and growing within him for years now, the former padawan could not be sure. He knew only that the jedi master had not slain him when he'd had the chance nor had Anakin slain him either. Both hesitated. Clashes of their deadly blades had come without recourse, but each time the opportunity of an ending blow surfaced, neither took it. Perhaps... perhaps each had, once or twice, left themselves open in hope that the other would simply end their pain. Sidious had been a different story. The man had been dark. Vile. Worse than those he wished to replace. Sidious had been a tool for Anakin to hone the fermenting pain he'd otherwise been unsure of how to handle. Sidious had taught him much, though was never considered a teacher. Like the rest in his rampage, Anakin cut him down. The only difference was that Sidious, in his death, was revealed to be a Sith Lord, and so the murders that were committed were all put upon him, a corpse whose sentence had already been carried out. Anakin Skywalker was the hero that slew the evil menace, though regretfully arrived too late to stop the carnage.Obi Wan knew the truth, however. He was the last, and in time Anakin would need to search him out, but for now... For now Senator Padme Amidala had emerged as the only potential leader left. Her coronation took place near instantly, followed by a day of speeches, an afternoon of parades, and an evening so full of feasting and revelry one could easily forget there had been any deaths to begin with.But now... now Anakin was alone with his thoughts. Alone, with his wife. His owner. His mistress, and his love. The jedi's palm lingered against the scanner as he remained there in thought. A confrontation with Obi Wan was inevitable, whether the man sought to expose the truth or not. The potential was there, and he knew his keeper would order the man to be found, feelings aside. Would he need to atone when that time came? Or steel himself, steel what he had done and follow this course to the end, right or wrong? ...It didn't matter. He was allowed his opinions, he was allowed his thoughts, but when it came down to it Anakin Skywalker was not allowed his will. Empress Padme Amidala, formerly of Naboo and now of everything within billions of light years of reach, was the controller of his conscience. As much as he hated to think about it, at the same time he loved it. And he hated that truth more than anything.Yet he loved her too much to ever want it to change."We've had a big day," he finally said after a solid minute, relaxing his stance but otherwise not moving. "I'm... tired. As you must be too." Hopefully she wouldn't have the energy for it tonight. Hopefully she would. Finally turning, dressed in loose white jedi robes with a formal red and gold design for the day's grand occasion, Anakin spoke as he approached her, approached their evening's bed, his eyes moving anywhere but to her own. "It'll be even bigger tomorrow. Coruscant's fleet is prepared as you asked to take us to a number of important planets so we may firmly establish your rule. We need only to pack, and to board in the morning when we are ready." |
Will (Gwendolyn) | There was a saying:"I am honored, humbled, even ..."Absolute power corrupts absolutely."I will bring forth peace and prosperity for all ..."Was it true?"In the wake of what turned out to be a tragically avoidable massacre, we will emerge stronger than ever ..."Was it really impossible for a single person to rule justly?"With the Imperial Senate dissolved, we shall wash our hands of it's corruption and inefficiency ..."Could such power be safely vested in one former Senator?"Together we shall embark on a new era the era of the first Galactic Empire ..." Was this no more than a glorified dictatorship?"I promise, I will not lead you astray ..." Did promises mean anything anymore?Such questions and more were ample food for thought, but none dared to speak out loud. Padme Amidala was named Empress in a smothering silence. There was scarcely a heavy breath amongst the entire audience. When at last the coronation was complete, the applause was at first hesitant, as though her constituents were unsure whether or not such a thing would be acceptable but eventually the applause turned thunderous and the cheers roaring. In such elation it was easy to forget those hard hitting questions. It was easy to celebrate and revere the Empress' success, to trust her and feel hopeful despite the carnage of the past several days.A new era, indeed. And while Empress Amidala may have overwhelming support on Coruscant, that wasn't enough for her. In the next few weeks she would campaign nonstop until she had the unanimous 'vote' of the most vital sectors in the Imperial Core: Illodia, Alderaan, Corellia, Brentaal IV, and Humbarine, which would be the most difficult to win over of all As if the galaxy had any choice but to accept her anyway. That was true, but Padme knew that if she could give speeches, organize parades or throw banquets, if she could only capture their ear for a moment or two, that she'd have them hooked. That was how politics worked. You had to gain the people's support, but you had to make them think that it was their idea.Padme was confident. It was easy to love her. Her physical beauty alone lent itself well to adoration, even worship. That coupled with her intelligence, her charm, her grace and strength and humility made her the perfect candidate in every sense. One gentle smile, one squeeze of the shoulder, one warm, inviting glance was all it ever took to draw them in. Her way with words took care of the rest. It came naturally to her, the words pouring from her lips like a deadly lullaby which lulled her subjects into a coma of obedience and faithfulness whether they liked it or not.And there was none so obedient and faithful than her dear husband. Sweet Anakin. He would do anything she asked and more. She could look into his eyes and make the most horrific requests and know that he would carry out every abominidable task without question or complaint though she could see in his own eyes how he broke a little bit each time. Padme would always be there when he came crawling back. And every time she would pick up the shattered pieces and recast them into something sturdier and more menacing than before. The Anakin she had met all those years ago on Tatooine was long gone, and in his place was a new man of Padme's own creation, a strong and dutiful solider molded from the pliable clay of death and chaos and destruction.Padme heard the door swish open. She saw Anakin's reflection in the corner of her mirror, his tall, broad body lingering near the door like an uncertain boy half his age. She grew a little tired of it sometimes, when he was like this. As if she couldn't sense his complacency, his sadness and confusion which mostly boiled down to a rather dark and primitive fury. But she said nothing, made no biting remark or insult, barked no order at him. She waited until he spoke first. When he did, Padme, perched on a comfortable chair in front of vanity, turned to face him. She offered him a kind, but knowing, smile.So it would be this game again. He too "tired", and she having to coax him into it, to draw him forth from his denial and into the throes of undeniable passion. Try as he might, there was no escaping it and perhaps even worse, there was no escape from the fact that he always,alwaysloved every second of it."Tired?" she repeated, as she stood up to meet him at the foot of the bed. The silky ivory fabric of her night gown pooled at her feet, and draped over her body loosely, yet was just sheer enough to reveal a tease of the curves and softness that lay beneath. With her hair freed from elaborate the elaborate headdresses of the day, and laying in relaxed curls across her shoulders, she looked almost like a goddess. "Anakin, I can't feel anything but thrilled... I'd thought I'dhopedthat you would feel the same. Today was a monumental event, a true milestone for the future of the galaxy." She reached up and cupped his cheek in her small hand and turned his head, forcing him to look at her directly. "While I'm sure being on your feet all afternoon wastiring," and there it was, the sting that cut through the honey of her voice to strip his defenses, "the day is not quite over yet."Padme smiled a little, again, and slipped her hand to the nape of his neck, where slender fingers twisted in sandy brown hair and pulled, hard, yanking his head back. She kissed the exposed column of his throat, almost affectionately, and then whispered into his ear, "You forget sleep, especially inmy bed, is a luxury that you must earn." She released his hair and ran her hand down his chest now, where she could feel the rapid thud of his heart, which was already beginning to race. She smirked. "Tell me, Anakin, just howtiredare you? What might you be willing to do for the pleasure of sleeping beside me?" |
Will (Gwendolyn) | "Of course I'm thrilled," he responded quickly, somewhat quizzically, looking to his wife with close knit brows as she gently guided his chin. But then he had his answer. An answer to a question he didn't need to ask. There was no reprieve from her games, not even on a night so monumental as this. Her sweet voice had turned sharp for all of one word, and in that brief tone Anakin had been trained to pick up on two very precise things what she wished, and what it meant for him if he didn't.Anakin's eyes drifted closed at this point, defeated, defeated by simply a word. By simply a brief tone. Humiliating. Shameful. Yet he desired her so, desired her endlessy, that when Padme's hand snaked around his neck he felt a shiver course through his body, a knowing reaction of what was to come. When she jerked his head backward, exposing his throat to her smaller form, Anakin did not tense. He didn't very much relax either, but he didn't tense, didn't stiffen, didn't make any move to relieve himself of his doting wife's touch. The only responses he did give were involuntary, in the quickening of his heartbeat when she touched his chest, and the reddening of his face when she whispered upon his ear."I'm not tired," he whispered back, standing there, eyes closed. "I'm... I'm not... anything you want, my " He paused. Anakin took a breath. A hand rose to clasp over hers against his chest, slipping his fingers over top and around hers. His mistress? His owner? His goddess? He hated such things, such titles of submission. "My wife," he finally completed, reaching his other hand down to take Padme's free one. Perhaps he could talk her into a night of lovemaking rather than one of ego. Perhaps all she wanted was physical interaction. It wasn't often, but it was often enough to be worth a shot. "My love," he continued in a tender whisper as he gripped both of her slender, petite hands. "My Empress... you deserve the world, and I have given it to you. Countless of them now, in fact. And I would do anything more to make you happy."But before she could request, Anakin slinked down to his knees, down to a kneel before her. Eyes still shut, he guided his wife's hands to his shoulders, his own, now freed, moving to the warmth of her own body. Anakin's palms came together to part the thin, sheer silk of Padme's nightgown, revealing to his touch the perfection he was gifted with night after night. He never once forgot that, due in part to her never letting him. As his palms moved through the opening of her nightgown they came to press flat upon her abdomen, upon her stomach, just below the curve of her feminine bosom. As they spread outward, out against her ribs and around her sides, they were replaced first with the heat of Anakin's breath, followed then by his lips as he leaned in to kiss."I love you," he whispered in a light, hushed tone, kissing his wife's flat stomach in a moment of quiet intimacy. "I love you, Padme," he continued, kissing again, sliding his warm palms around her sides, the nightgown brushing open a little more now as he knelt close to her. They continued around to her back, one at the small while the other drifted up, while it traced up the smooth skin of her back to then stretch out his fingers, his touch urging her gently closer, closer as he continued his adoration in the form of loving kisses upon her belly. "I want very much to please you," he managed between a set of two kisses, nuzzling his nose into her skin in the meantime. The hand on the small of Padme's back drifted downward, down to hook two fingers within the waistband of her panties, tracing along the upper curve of her backside."Tell me, my wonderful," he continued in a loving tone, hoping to guide her desires to a direction of simple adoration rather than dominance, "what can I do for you?" Another slow, doting kiss upon her soft belly. "What can I do to make you happy?" Another kiss, and another movement of his hand sliding up and down the curve of her back, urging her body ever close. |
A Friend to the Parasite [Bioshock] | His mother had always said that when the world goes to shit, keep up a hobby.Eoin kept plants, and by God, he kept them well. His little garden down in his lab turned home was sort of like a barometer for the condition of the world, an inverse relation between the beauty and majesty of those little ordered plants and the hell the outside world had become. The more work Frank had him do, the better he took care of the plants.Sometimes he mixed the two, work and home: people made a fantastic mulch.Tending his plants gave him a sort of peace that he could only now find in what had become personal experiments. He was a geologist, but the work Frankie had him on was completely unrelated to the untrained eye. To him, it was just his subject fast forwarded: a little pressure here, the meeting of two unmovable forces, some heat, wait a bit and people, societies were just like rocks. His job was to find where to place the TNT.He was good at that. Damned good. Sometimes, when he ??d done particularly well, Fra ??No,Atlaswas what he went by these days, but either way, he was still the same handsome, charming man ?? sometimes he sent flowers and a little hand written note with promises, sweet words and apologies for leaving him alone. At forty three God damned years old, he couldn ??t help but melt like ice dropped in a hot cup of coffee. In the beginning, his lab assistants, mostly women but all aware that he was an old fruit, would tease him fondly when he tucked away a new note into his breast pocket. They ??d always go out for drinks afterwards, and the lanky Irishman, prim and proper and oh so very much the professor, would buy them all a few rounds, handsome face going as red as his hair as the night went on. They ??d all stumble back to their own places or, if the need arouse, to someone else ??s, stupid smiles on their faces as they bade each other good night.No one smiled at him anymore. And, instead of laughter, all he ever heard was the thump thump thump of a wrench as some poor sod tried to get into the lab, or perhaps the long screech of one of those hooked madmen. If he did hear laughing that was even worse: the only people that managed a good guffaw these days were completely rotted out in their brains.When he went out, he heard gunshots. No one messed with him, of course: he was Atlas ?? man, easily recognizable since he no longer had to hide it. And if some of Ryan ??s dogs came for him, well, he had access to more body guards than anyone other than Ryan himself. Atlas, after all, was too valuable to go out, so little ol ?? Eoin did it.In the beginning, it had bothered him but this was the right thing to do, right? Ryan was the one that hated charity and all, and Frank had seen the widening gap between the haves and the have nots and set out to fix it. Oh, sure, some of the methods were questionable, but wasn ??t these days? If you could get bread in the mouths of hungry kids, what did it matter that a few two bit wannabe mobsters ended up shot full of lead in the streets? And Frank spoke so gently to him, never called him names nor bit him with words Eoin couldn ??t believe half the things they said about what the man did.No, Frank was a good sort, and once this all settled down, Rapture would be better for it.Some days, if he spent enough time with his plants, he actually believed that lie, and that was enough to keep him jumping at the short wave radio as it crackled to life. He had to go set another charge in another crack in the unmovable wall that was Andrew Ryan. Because Eoin Griffiths knew that if you set enough and found the right spots, you could bring down any mountain.It was just a matter of time and pressure. |
A Friend to the Parasite [Bioshock] | Dr. Winston was feeling unwell.It was the noise he was sure that he would be fine without the noise, but it was pounding into his head in a way that made his vision pulsate and left him sitting with his face in his hands because moving made him feel sick to his stomach it made his small, glass encased world spin out of control. He had work to do, didn't they know that? He had work to do, and they just kept making noise, causing a racket just on the other side of the door he'd lost track of how long it had been since he'd had peace and quiet, it might have been days or weeks, but it seemed like an eternity because they just wouldn't stop, they wouldn't leave him to his work.He had to finish his work people were relying on him to finish it, needed it done faster, needed it done yesterday, but he'd lost his last assistant not so long ago he had really lost her and he had no idea where she had gone to either. It occurred to him that there used to be other people in the lab too, but they were gone as well, he just couldn't quite remember where they'd gone to, he just knew they were gone but that wasn't important, what was important was finishing his work. He just needed some quiet. He just needed a little peace so he could finish up, that was all. If he could have that, then he could get it done it was important after all.As he walked around the stainless steel table, the heel of his boot dragged through a thick, congealing pool of blood and smeared across the otherwise pristine white floor. Kevin wasn't entirely sure what to do he didn't usually make these sorts of decisions. He hadn't even really made the decision to move to Rapture, he'd just thought it sounded nice and he'd gone because his brother would be there, but he had been a little strange lately and hadn't come around since New Years that was nearly two weeks ago and that meant that Kevin would have to decide what to do on his own. He picked his brain for the solution and discovered it wasn't coming easily to him because, really, this wasn't something he'd had to think about before.He'd managed to bar his front door shut using a tea trolley, but the wild thrashing on the other side didn't seem to be dying down it had been happening a lot lately, but they usually gave up after a few minutes this one had kept on for nearing an hour now, and it was making him think he might actually have to do something about it.Rapture had gone funny lately, and since New Years people had begun to act strangely it had started off small, reports of violent attacks within the city. It happened sometimes, even in a place like Rapture, but after a day or two the reports had become more frequent until they had stopped coming altogether and now the radio would only play smooth jazz and had stopped giving any news at all. Initially, Kevin had thought this might be a good sign maybe there was just nothing to report, but he became certain something was off around the time people had started trying to knife his door open.They screamed, too not a normal sort of scream either it was a piercing shriek and usually they were talking, but it was a lot of nonsense and they kept trying to get in. Generally he would just turn up the radio and wait for them to go away like unwanted Jehovah's witnesses, and usually it worked, but this one was very persistant and Kevin was sitting on the floor in front of the tea trolley trying to figure out what he should do about it. He reached up and plucked a stale sugar cookie from the tray above him and quietly chewed on it he didn't want to go out there that was pretty clear.Of course, he couldn't stay in his living room forever either eventually he would need to leave. He'd stopped worrying about getting to work he was sure that his excuse was a legitimate one people were constantly trying to get into his home with sharp things. Not just one person, either, it was all different ones and it was just good carpentry that had kept them out.There was another of those piercing shrieks and the trolley rattled against Kevin's back so hard that he peered over the edge of it and found the end of what appeared to be a glaive sticking through his door, the tip roughly an inch from his own eye. Kevin swallowed the bit of cookie as the blade was wrenched from the other side and pulled back out over the weeks, the door had started to splinter in places, and now there was a sizeable hole that he could see through and out the other side and he found a bloodshot eye looking back at him through it."Please go away." Kevin whined, leaning against the trolley as the pounding on the door began again, and the eye was gone, so he could only assume the person on the other side was throwing herself against it. Alright, maybe being polite wasn't the solution, "I really um, if you're trying to sell something, this is honestly getting ridiculous. Do you have a manager? I might need to speak to him."He was answered with a series of incoherent shrieks, more pounding the door splintered,"Look, you sound like a reasonable person," he lied loudly, trying to make himself heard over the uncontrolled screaming, "Can't we just talk this over? In fact, we don't even need to talk you could just stop trying to knock my door down and go away, and this will be solved. I'll even deal with the damage myself I can fix it, no problem. Really."The pounding stopped. The noise stopped. Everything stopped except for Kevin's breathing and he stood there for a long moment, stone still, listening for anything there was nothing. He let out a breath of relief only slightly too soon, because then there was hammering and the sound of metal on metal. He barely had time to think because the door was suddenly gone, and all that was standing between him and the crazed woman was the flimsy cart and a tray of cookies she was short and squat, middle aged, dressed in a blood stained purple frock, and her eyes were rolling around in their sockets without any real purpose.And she was very heavy, Kevin discovered as he tried to keep her away from his throat he didn't want to fight. He didn't want to hurt anyone.She was strong though too strong. He knew he should have been able to hold her off of him physically, but the power she was exerting was tremendous, and he ended up reaching for anything he could get a hold of which turned out to be a stainless steel serving tray and cracked her across the head with it until she stopped trying to kill him.And unfortunately, that didn't happen until there was a lot of blood everywhere, and Kevin stood clutching the badly dented tray over his head, ready to strike again if the need arose, but it finally registered that there wasn't much left to hit."Oh god." he said.This was why he didn't usually make decisions. |
A Friend to the Parasite [Bioshock] | Eoin stared at the radio. He had thought ? It was silent, but he could have sworn he had heard something. The geologist wandered away to his office in a daze, barely registering one of the many cats he ??d taken in when the city went insane. They were easy to feed: there was no end of healthy bodies these days, and felines were meat eaters, the damned things ate more often then he did. He floated past, pulled open a heavy, metal door, shivering from the icy air.He had processed the meat before freezing, before rigor mortis had set in. Had even shocked the smaller hunks of corpse to keep it from getting hard: cats might not be as picky as humans, but he didn ??t want the poor dears to break a tooth on some useless mobster ??s left buttock. The scientist selected a cut from a drawer labeled in the same careful, flowing script from the garden ??soleus ??, pulled out the paper wrapped meat and returned to his office to leave it defrost in a cool bowl of water. A low ??meow ?? greeted him, and his handsome face brightened as he reached down to pet one of the cats that had fallen asleep on the desk, a pretty black thing with green eyes and a long tail.This time, when the radio went off, there was honestly a voice at the other end. Not Frank ??s no, he only got that when he had done very well or if the job was deathly important. This was different: they ??d caught some of Ryan ??s men trying to break into a lab housing ? well, Eoin didn ??t really know. Frank was smart enough to keep his organization compartmentalized so leaks anywhere could be stopped up, very much like Rapture herself, only this time with lack of knowledge. And ignorance worked just as well as any airtight bulkhead. But Ryan ??s men wanted something, Frank wanted it protected, so Eoin was called out. As soon as the static from the radio had died down, the redhead had gone off and found himself a half full bottle of whiskey, poured the alcohol onto ice hacked from the same freezer he kept the meat in, and waited.Ten minutes or ten hours later, the constant noise of insane citizens trying to get into his door grew to a cacophony then abruptly stopped, and Eoin knew his escort was at the door. He had tucked in his shirt, pulled on his suspenders and jacket and stepped out into the care of four very well armed men. Frank might barely see him these days, but he always made sure he was well cared for on these little trips out Eoin might have chalked that up to kindness if he wasn ??t a sensible man. After all, he was Atlas ?? man, through and through, his useful lap dog. Perhaps he should have gone for more than half a bottle.The trip was a whirl of noise and blood, something Eoin had learned to ignore so he could function. He was a shy thing, unused to loud noises and lots of people, and the stress was just a little too much. Better that he let his bodyguards deal with the random assortment of splicers and desperate men that jumped out at them, that waited to ambush and found quick death at the business end of a shotgun. Eoin himself had a pistol tucked away under his jacket, but that was a last resort.Besides, there wasn ??t much in this city worth seeing these days he hadn ??t come to Rapture because he wanted to watch babes strangled in their cribs. It ??d only been a fortnight since the world fell apart, and already the lower class folks were feeling the pangs of interrupted ADAM. One ugly night, he had watched a pack of what used to be human beings tear into a small family, Ma, Da, and the wee one, a family that had probably just been trying to flee to higher ground. Not that there was anywhere to flee: Ryan had as good as murdered them, sealing them up in this little underwater Bedlam. He had nearly drunk himself to death after that episode, and maybe Frank had given him time to recover, or maybe he simply hadn ??t heard the radio. He had yelled an awful lot, then, he remembered, so much the plants seemed to tremble because they had known this would happen. Or maybe it had just been him. Ryan would rather everyone go down with the ship than let that ship go to Fontaine. Eoin was still finding glass from the things he broke that session.This evening would be easier. The only thing they ??d see kill tonight would be some of Ryan ??s grunts: people that weren ??t really people these days, with melting features and brains with more holes in them than a sponge. Eoin didn ??t see that as killing so much as putting down it was an act of mercy. ??Griffiths, sir? ? A voice in a thick, Bronx accent pulled him from his thoughts, and Eoin smiled. The guy that was talking was big, almost Big Daddy big and carried around a giant gun that Eoin figured weighed as much as his own mother, God rest her soul. He had a big, stupid face that looked like it had been formed out of mud that hadn ??t had the time to dry before it ??d been pulled out of the mold, skin sagging over a rough, angular frame. ??They says they got the two in there, sir. You best to be gettin ?? in. ? Eoin doffed his head and stepped past into the warehouse, one of Fontaine ??s old fisheries. The walls were thick here, making it a good place for putting dogs down.The two men were tied to chairs that looked like they had been wheeled out of someone ??s office, more brutes with arms as big as Eoin ??s waist were waiting, along with a clever, weasel of a man. It was him he addressed. ??Have they spoken, Mr. Evans? ? The redhead pulled his fedora off, followed by his suit jacket. ??No, Mr. Griffiths. ? The man had a voice like oil and every time they spoke Eoin felt dirty for it, like he had to go home and wash. Eoin responded with a soft grunt in the affirmative, dropping off his jacket on the table, next to the empty bottles and the ashtray. ??We figured you ??d wanna be here. It ??s about that doctor. ? Evans pulled away as Eoin turned, examining the prisoners. They ??d spliced too much and with the drop in ADAM lately, well, they were suffering for it. But they were both still sane, two pairs of lopsided eyes stared up at him. ??Good evening, gentleman, ? he started politely, Irish accent smooth and calming.Or it should have been. One snarled and said, ??What, Atlas sent his little fag? ? Eoin ??s face didn ??t change as he rolled up his sleeves: it was still the same, pleasant expression that belonged in the classroom or a lab and not in an old room that smelled of fish and urine. The scientist reached for one of those empty bottles and smashed it against the old table, the sound of glass tinkling, echoing against the high walls that shimmered with the patterns of illuminated water. Evans pulled away, a nasty smile on his face and body curled in expectation as Atlas ?? little fag came over with the now deadly bottle.He didn't try to strike up conversation this time: instead, he took the clear glass and mashed it into the man ??s face, starting down low so he wouldn ??t damage anything vital at first. The first jab lanced his lips, his jaw. The next, his nose. Eoin lost count, ignored the sound of the man screaming. By the time he ??d destroyed the eyes, there was a gurgle that soon cut out. He wasn ??t strong, not at all, but this was a matter of properly applied pressure. Evans was chuckling, and Eoin let the bottle slide from his hand to the floor before resting his manicured hands on shoulders that were still warm so he could turn the body around to face his friend. Evans, the sick bastard, was gleefully doing the same to the living one. ??Now, ? he said carefully, hands sliding up to hold the ruined head still. The second man ??s eyes were wide as he took in the ruined mess that had used to be his ? friend, coworker, whatever: the face was bloodied, unrecognizable as human, simply a pudding of blood, bone, brain, snot and muscle. He looked up to see caramel colored eyes staring calmly back at him, pressed white shirt clean but forearms stained with blood. ??I believe we have a few questions for you. ? The live one stared and stared and stared some more, his third eye open so his chin was nearly touching his chest. Then he swallowed and nodded, and Eoin didn ??t even have to ask questions: the information came out, jumbled, but all of it, none of it warped by guile. Eoin smiled, then straightened and said, ??Right. Evans, I ??ll leave it to you to take care of this man. Feed him his friend ??s dick, if you like. ? ??Yessir. ? So maybe ??fag ?? had upset him more than he admitted. By the time he swept out, he could hear a muffled sort of whimpering. |
A Friend to the Parasite [Bioshock] | Dr. Winston sat primly on his swivel chair and carefully performed surgery on his toast via a butter knife next to him was a small, steaming china cup of tea that he couldn't remember making, but he knew he must have because he was the only one in the lab. WherehadSarah gone, anyways? They used to play chess during moments like these, and now the board sat sadly untouched though it hadn't gathered any dust, because that sort of thing just didn't happen, he wouldn't allow it. Whenever Sarah got back, she could move her next piece and he wouldn't touch the board until she did it was her move, after all, and he didn't cheat, cheaters never prospered and besides that, Sarah would know she had an excellent memory, it was just one of the many reasons she was such a fantastic scientist.He had a good memory too or at least, he'd thought he did, but things had been a little fuzzy lately. For instance, he couldn't for the life of him remember how he had ended up with teeth marks on his arm he frowned at the angry red ring of cuts just below his wristbone it was incredibly sore, and wasn't it a little strange, a human bite mark? Surely there was something not right about that, didn't that mean someone had the radio built into the wall began to crackle, and then music began to filter through.Unforgettable, that's what you are.Winston paused with his fingers just ghosting near the cuts, frozen in silent attentiveness.Unforgettable, through near or far.He looked puzzled for a moment, his thin eyebrows furrowing what had he just been thinking about?Like a song of love that clings to me, how the thought of you does things to me, never before has someone been more, unforgettable in every way. And forever more, that's how you'll stay.He rose suddenly, mechanically, and crossed the room, he lifted up a small medical bag and he picked a key up off the coat rack and then slid it aside the backboard slid with it, and revealed a small doorway he passed through it, and he removed a large syringe from the bag at the same time, closing the door behind him with his foot. Another voice could be heard then, heavy with an accent and pleading:"Nein, no, no, no not again!"There was a soft click, followed by a choked sound of pain and then silence. Dr. Winston came back out holding the empty syringe, pushed the coat hanger back into place, and returned to his tea.That's why darling, it's incredible that someone so unforgettable, thinks that I am unforgettable too. Kevin wore his utility belt he wore it because he couldn't help feeling that, somehow, it would come in handy after all, a tradesman should never be without his tools and this was no exception because there really wasn't a rule book for this sort of thing. He had stepped out of his home now, partly because the door was missing and partly because there was mashed bits of brain all over his living room now, but mostly because he was quite certain something wasn't right."Excuse me," Kevin said he had made his way to one of the many glass hallways, and up until then, he hadn't encountered anyone he had felt a small measure of relief when he had found a man standing at the base of the staircase he tapped the man gently on the shoulder, "Excuse me, sir? I wonder if you could help me, please. It's just that I'm not sure "The man spun around slowly, and Kevin's voice died in his throat when he realized the man was wearing a paper mache rabbit mask. Kevin closed his mouth and swallowed, licked his lips, shifted his feet uncomfortably and glanced around as the rabbit man stared at him."Erm," Kevin said, finger still in the air, and he watched as the man's shoulders lifted and fell with his heaving breath, "You you know what nevermind."He put his hands up in front of him,"I'm fine. Go back to looking at the stairwell. I'm just going to walk over here." Kevin said, and pointed to the right. When he turned to go in that direction, he found himself looking at a paper mache pig mask he wrung his hands, "There's going to be one of you behind me now, isn't there?"He didn't turn around, he just pulled a wrench from his tool belt and did the best he could. |
A Friend to the Parasite [Bioshock] | The security door glowed coolly under the low lights from outside. Something big and aquatic floated by, casting a warped shadow across the security door that wandered along the metal at the same lazy speed. Eoin wasn ??t quite sure if the sight was nightmarish or just surreal something outside groaned, perhaps one of those giant golems or perhaps it was the sound of Rapture ??s slow, steady death. There was the banging, too, the constant sound of a renegade monster searching for a little, baby escort. The redhead wanted to shiver but instead said in a calm, clear voice that he couldn ??t recognize, ??So how do we go about entering this place? ? Another bang. Louder. ??We could rope one of those Big Daddies up for us. ? Eoin turned his head toward his left, not looking at the quarter of his escort that had spoken, but listening. No, his eyes were still stuck on the door: they ??d think he was still considering the massive amount of steel but instead his mind was trying to translate what they had just said. Rope a Big Daddy? Why, one would need to be a Little Sister to catch their attention in a way that didn ??t end up with one of the monsters drilling a new whole into a person. Of course, when The Boss didn ??t speak, Muscles 3 continued, filling in the silence and the faint sound of screaming. ??Mr. Atlas gave it to us, sir, ? he said nervously. Even someone who could crush a man ??s chest in with one hand was afraid of the nutty splicers. One or two, now, that was fine. But sometimes the lunatics managed to band together and then one had a pack of beings that laughed like hyenas but wielded weapons like men. ??Scrambles their brains for a bit. Makes ??em think you ??re a Little Sister. One of them drills would work real nice. ? A sharp, piercing scream that sent all of their hands to their weapons. A woman ??s voice, maybe, or a child ??s. The sound was cut off quickly and somewhere above metal and wood clattered about.The banging had stopped. There was an echoing sound of heavy boots shuffling and though Big Daddies didn ??t bother anyone that didn ??t mess with them first, the middle aged man felt a panic attack threaten to close down his windpipe. ?? ??Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace and rest can never dwell, hope never comes, ?? ? Eoin muttered miserably, and Number Three gave him a stupid, dull look. Even afraid, Eoin had a moment where he hated the guard and his flat gaze. There was nothing there, all the lights turned off, soda without the pop. The geologist wanted to pluck out his eyes with his old rock hammer, mash them up and rub them into the empty sockets for all the good they did the dullard. The moment passed and he hissed: ??Well, go on, man. Don ??t just stand there and lollygag. Move. ? Another rattle. Eoin stepped back into the shadow of another guard, Muscle 1, a large, dark bear of a man, his favourite. Sometime ago, he ??d lost his tongue, literally, and the Irishman appreciated not having to listen to unintelligent garbage from him. He hated this place. ??Ssssssss. ? She hissed along with her hooks, pleased, oh so very pleased at the sound of metal sliding on metal, sending off sparks and infintesimely small shards of steel that she could practically taste. Her face was curled, lips twisted into a smile, anenrapturedsmile, nearly orgasmic, nearly talking in tongues, high on jazz and booze and medicines cooked up in little labs orgasmic.Ssssssssssssss.She let out a startled bark of laughter, snickering as it echoed along the glass walls, and even the water outside seemed to shimmer with her voice. She was powerful. She was power. She could hear the EVE singing in her veins, pretty, oh so pretty blue, so pretty, so very much like the pretty ocean and like those pretty cocktails they served down in the dark bars of Harlem and Atlanta and she missed them so much, so very much, but she didn ??t miss the being afraid, didn ??t miss being ??Sweet Thing ?? and ??that high yellow girl ?? when here she was the toughest thing on the block and on the roof and her hooks sang soprano when she went for her prey. ??Maaaaaaaaaybeeeeee. ? Her voice was reedy, voice hoarse from abuse. She screamed lots these days. ??Youuuuuuuu ??ll think of meeeeeeee. ? The Inkspots had never been sung such a way: her voice was a creepy rasp, sending even other splicers running. She was the toughest thing on the block. She was big in a little package. She glided down the stairs with all the air of a queen surveying her kingdom. ??When youuuuuuuuuu are all... ? Ssssssssssssss. ??Alooooooneee. ? |
A Friend to the Parasite [Bioshock] | Strictly speaking, Kevin wasn't a fighter he'd never really fought as a child, and he'd certainly had sensibilities about avoiding it now as an adult, but surrounded by a trio of knife wielding crazies, he found that Things Just Happened somewhere along the line, he had taken out his hammer as well, and now one of them had run away, another was on the ground shrieking, and the third had become a new storage space for his wrench because it was presently embedded in the top of the man's skull. It wasn't that Kevin was violent far from it, in fact, but some part of himself he hadn't been entirely aware of up until then fully understood the neccessity of what he was doing, because if he didn't get away from these men, he would never be able to find his brother.He evened his breathing, which sounded harsh in the sudden silence of the wide hall, and he looked around himself, suddenly nervous again were there others nearby, had they heard all of the commotion, and would they be able to help them or would they be exactly like these people had been?He'd killed two men, now, but he didn't want to think about it, he would think about it later.The shriek of metal on metal caught his attention Kevin looked up from where he was standing and his eyes swivelled to the staircase there was something coming down the steps at a full on run, and this time when fight or flight kicked in, the carpenter took the second option and ran for his life, because sometimes that really was the best option. The metal stoppers of a chair squeaked as they were dragged across the cement floor, propelled by the thick rubber soles of a pair of large steel toe boots the attached legs were strapped to the chair via carefully placed medical restraints, so the progress of the chair could only be measured in centimetres. A hoarse voice spoke, but to no one in particular,"Oh ja, this vas brilliant," he said, pausing to tug irritably at the straps on his arms, "'No,'I said,'I vill not stay in East Germany, I don't like this wall idea',I said,'It seems like it could be another attempt to suppress us no, I von't take a job mit der biological warfare research unit, no, I haff been offered better opportunities, down in der bottom of der motherfucking sea!'"Otto didn't even know where he was anymore he had been blindfolded for what felt like days now, shoved around from room to room with his arms tied behind him until he'd been shoved into this chair and kept there with nothing, save for the intervals where he would hear the door open he knew the footsteps now, though at first he had barely been able to hear them because the man was so light on his feet, but then there was always the smell it was distinct, something astringent mixed with the odd scent of tea and pine.Then came the hands, which were disgustingly gentle for what they did to him they would cut him open, make him bleed, and they were always carefully measured cuts, like the wielder of the knife was using a ruler to measure it out, and the needle would always follow the ADAM, the injection that automatically healed the wound but still left him twitching from the ghost of pain. His torturer never spoke to him but would sometimes hum gently while he did his work, always the same tune, and then it was done as quickly as it had started, and he was left in the room again, in darkness and silence.He wanted out. He wanted out before he came back again, because he could feel it after every injection something inside of him was changing now, something terrible was happening to his body, and he knew that each syringe full of that poison would only make it worse. He needed to get out.The chair squeaked again, the back of it struck something solid he could use his fingers enough to feel out the smooth metal of stainless steel there was an operating table behind him, and that particular knowledge caused a sudden lurch in the German's stomach.It probably would have lurched even more if he had known there was someone's head on the table. |
A Friend to the Parasite [Bioshock] | Steady.The woman ??s shriek was frightening and usually, usually they ??d leave sleeping dogs lie, but she was chasing something.Aim.Someone. Young man. Face clear of the insane grin of a Splicer, and normal folks were rare to find. God keep the soul of that woman, but she was so far gone.Exhale.He had to take care of the children of God that were still in their right minds, and may God have mercy on his soul for the blood on his hands.Fire.The figure on the stairs, emaciated because her drug of choice had left her without hunger, kept flying towards them for a long second after the shot had hit her. For a moment, he thought she was still alive and royally angry now, but no, she skittered to a stop about three feet past the end of the stairs, leaving behind a trail of blood and brain. The child next to him, the little girl he had been sent to find, inhaled a sudden, but quiet, breath of air instead of screaming in fear. CRACK.Gunshot. Eoin immediately crouched down, pulling out his own gun while Muscle 1 turned ??round back and forth, arms swinging up to a good punching stance. Number Three stared around with wide eyes, because where there were guns, there were ??The howling started low then got much, much higher as female voices joined the fray. Christ. Christ, Christ, Christ. Splicers. A dozen or more of them, intrigued by working arms and loud noises and the removal of one of those queen crazies. Those agile nuts were trouble even to the regs, the ones that hadn ??t got their hands on scythes. And with her gone, they ??d be moving in to scavenge. ??Someone ??s gone and rattled the monkey cage. Get this door open! ? Eoin yelled over the rising din, which had before just been dominated by the bang, bang, bang of a single Big Daddy.Number three clutched his meaty fist together, muscles in his arms flexing under hairy, gleaming skin, and opened his hand to reveal what looked like an old, rotting apple. ??Oh, dear. ? He was small, not much to look at, and now that he had lowered the gun he was moving with a nervous sort of energy. His chin was up, revealing the white and black of a priest ??s collar because, really, there was no point in hiding it these days. Alan Roth was fifty two years old, a tiny bundle of over the hill energy that rose next to the little girl. Mary Lee. Mother had died, father was still alive in the little commune they had created. She trembled next to him, a little ghost of a girl that had seen too much even past this quick killing of an insane husk of a human being.She would be for many years, Alan had promised himself, but only if they got out of here. Faith in the Almighty Father was important, but there was no point in testing the Lord when He ??d given them guns and the brains to run away from a swarm of Splicers. The small blonde head jerked to the boy that had been running from the ? woman. ??We ??ve got to get out of here, ? he said, voice a clear, calm tone, as if they were discussing a sermon not a possible ambush. ??Come with us, ? he said, grabbing the girl ??s hand. The white, delicate thing disappeared in his palm, small as she was. |
Hinata moves on | Kiba was a little disappointed with how the scouting mission had went. Currently Hinata and he were on the back of Akumaru on their way back to Konaha at a rather slow pace because he had been injured during the mission. He had been hit by an enemy and had broken the right forearm and the left wrist.He sighed as he looked up to the sky, seeing that it was darkening"Hinata, looks like we need to make camp soon"he said and winched a little as he shifted on Akumaru, the dog slowing down and heading to a shallow cave. |
Hinata moves on | Hinata looked at him and said "Alright Kiba...can I do anything to stop the pain" she asked him worriedly. She looked at him and they came to a clearing. She said "This looks good, lets stop here" she said getting off of Akamaru and helping Kiba off. |
Hinata moves on | He smiled back at her"Thanks for the offer Hinata but right now I need to go get washed up"he said sliding off of Akumaru gently"I could use help washing up though"he said, blushing |
Hinata moves on | Hinata looked at him and said "Alright, I'll help you" she said softly. |
Hinata moves on | Kiba smiled"Thanks"he said and headed towards a small creek that was flowing by the cave. |
Hinata moves on | "Thats alright" she said smiling. |
Hinata moves on | He sat on a rock"Can you get my clothes off?" |
Hinata moves on | She nodded and helped him slide off his shirt slowly. |
Hinata moves on | He bit his lips as the shirt came off and looked at her"Thanks" |
Hinata moves on | "Do you need help with your pants?" she asked. |
Hinata moves on | He nodded nervously"Yes. My hands are mostly useless" |
Hinata moves on | She nodded and began to unbutton his pants. |
Hinata moves on | He watched her, his pants lightly bulging out at his crotch |
Hinata moves on | She blushed lightly and pulled them off slowly. |
Hinata moves on | He stepped out of his pants and tried getting his boxers off |
Hinata moves on | "Did you want some more help" she said. |
Hinata moves on | "Yes please Hinata"he said, blushing |
Hinata moves on | She blushed and trying to avert her eyes she pulled down his boxers. |
Hinata moves on | He blushed deeply as his hard, 8 inch member rubbed against her hand |
Hinata moves on | Hinata stood and looked away and said "There you go" a light blush on her face. |
Hinata moves on | He smiled"Thank you"He said, carefully slipping into the water"Can you help wash me now?" |
Hinata moves on | "Yeah okay" she said softly. She then realized that meant that she would have to gt undressed to. She then turned a deep shade of pink. |
Hinata moves on | He looked at her"You're cute when you blush" |
Hinata moves on | Hinata looked at him and blushed even more and said "Umm...thanks..." |
Hinata moves on | He stayed in the water, arms floating limply as his member stood at attention |
Hinata moves on | Hinata blushed and began t hesitantly undress. |
Hinata moves on | Kiba looked up at her and bit his lip as he watched her. |
Hinata moves on | Hinata blushed as she took off her jacket , shit and pants. She then moved onto her underwear staring with he bra then panties before she was standing naked infront of him, |
Hinata moves on | He blinked as he saw her body"Wow..."he said, mouth open a little. |
Hinata moves on | Hinata blushed and shyly said "I can help you now" |
Hinata moves on | He smiled a little, a blush on his face"Thank you" |
Hinata moves on | She blushed and stepped into the water, holding a cloth in her hand she began to wipe him down. |
Hinata moves on | He smiled at her"Thank you"he said as she wiped him down |
Hinata moves on | "Its okay" she told him blushing. |
Hinata moves on | He smiled at her"You have a nice body" |
Hinata moves on | She looked down a little and said "Thankyou" |
Hinata moves on | He smiled at that"Relax a little Hinata" |
Hinata moves on | Hinata blushed and said "O okay.." |
Hinata moves on | He frowned a little"It sucks being injured. I can barely reach out to touch you" |
Hinata moves on | Hinata looked at him and blushed and said "you will get better" |
Hinata moves on | He smiled"I know"he said and looked at her |
Hinata moves on | She smiled a little and continued to wash him. |
Hinata moves on | His eyes slowly traveled up at down her body |
Hinata moves on | Hinata blushed feeling his eyes on her body. |
Hinata moves on | He looked at her face and smiled"Your body has grown since we were kids" |
Hinata moves on | Hinata looked down a little and said "Yeah...so had yours..." |
Hinata moves on | He smiled at that and chuckled. His member was hard and about 8 inches long"Thanks" |
Hinata moves on | She smiled a little and continued to wash him gently. |
Hinata moves on | He slowly had his hand drift to her and rub against her hip. |
Hinata moves on | She looked up at him and said "Kiba..." with a light blush on her face. |
Hinata moves on | He smiled at her"Yes?" |
Hinata moves on | She blushed and looked down, feeling embarrassed. |
Hinata moves on | He rubbed more"Smooth" |
Hinata moves on | Hinata blushed and said "Do you think your clean now" |
Hinata moves on | He shook his head"You missed everything below my waist" |
Hinata moves on | Hinata nodded and she began to rub the cloth up and down his legs. |
Hinata moves on | He let out a soft purr of pleasure"Mmm" |
Hinata moves on | Hinata blushed and continued, averting her eyes away from his cock. |
Hinata moves on | He carefully tilted the hand with the unbroken wrist and lightly grabbed one of her hips, giving it a gentle squeeze |
Hinata moves on | Hinata tried to ignore his hands and moved to washing the backs of his legs. |
Hinata moves on | He lifted them for her and watched her |
Hinata moves on | Once she had finished she stood back up slowly. |
Hinata moves on | He blushed a little"You missed a spot"he said, meaning his crotch |
Hinata moves on | She blushed and moved her cloth down rubbing it over his cotch. |
Hinata moves on | He moaned softly at that. |
Hinata moves on | Hinata blushed and looked away, continuing. |
Hinata moves on | He bit back a moan"Umm, Hinata? Can you help me masturbate?" |
Hinata moves on | She blushed and turned red "Why?" she asked him. |
Hinata moves on | He looked away"Because I'm hard and need release" |
Hinata moves on | Hinata blushed and said "I see...well I...I don't know.." she said softly. |
Hinata moves on | He looked at her"Please Hinata chan?" |
Hinata moves on | Hinata looked at him and sad "Fine" and began to stroke his length. |
Hinata moves on | He smiled at that and then started to lightly moan"Mmm, your hand feels so good" |
Hinata moves on | Hinata blushed, not really knowing what else she could do for him. |
Hinata moves on | He slowly humped her hand"Do you know anything about sex?" |
Hinata moves on | "Not really" she said blushing. |
Hinata moves on | He smiled at that"Want me to teach you?" |
Hinata moves on | "Umm, all right" she said softly. |
Hinata moves on | "Okay, what do you want to know?"he asked |
Hinata moves on | She smiled and said "How can I make you feel good" she asked him. |
Hinata moves on | He grinned"Well, the hand job your giving me feels good, but a blowjob is even better"He said"That's where you take my dick in your mouth and suck on it"he explained |
Hinata moves on | Hinata blushed and got down onto her knees and took the cock head into her mouth and began to suckle. |
Hinata moves on | He moaned at that"Mmm, that feels really good Hinata"he said and rolled his hips slowly |
Hinata moves on | She blushed and continued what she was doing, not know what else to do |
Hinata moves on | He moaned more"Take more in Hinata chan" |
Hinata moves on | She blushed and slowly took more of his shaft into her mouth. |
Hinata moves on | He moaned and started to gently hump up at her mouth as his member throbbed |
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