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"Yeah, like I could just let you go home to Papa? You know how fast I would die?" Danny asked, having noticed the cut on her lip by now. "Come here." He told her, coming close to her again. Once he'd approached his pants, he pulled out a small plastic wrapped pack of fresh tissues, from which he produced a bundle of them. "I've made this decision now and one of us is gonna have to die before this situation changes." He sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. He shuffled up beside her and pressed the tissues gently against the cut on her lip. "I'm not gonna let you bleed any more. I've hurt you enough as it is." He said, some regret being audible in his voice as he tried his best to be kinder to the young woman.

He gently wiped away at the blood, looking at her purple eyes as he did. "You... Have really beautiful eyes." He told her, looking away from her eyes for a second. Deep down, he wasn't exactly that confident, especially in the presence of such a gorgeous woman. "And for the record. I don't think you need to lose weight, either..." He muttered, still holding the tissue to her busted lip.

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What the fuck was happening? What the fuck was happening?! It's like he did a complete 180° and switched personalities. Dabbing the cut on her lip, suddenly changing his mind about her weight, suddenly concerned about the consequences of his actions?! Where was this guy five minutes ago when he had his cock shoved down her throat?! For once she was speechless. No words would leave her lips. Adella just couldn't understand it. So she slowly started to dissect his words while letting him care for the cut on her lip, as it seemed to comfort him, and completely disregarded his compliments again, knowing they were just the ramblings of a mad man.

"How fast you would die? About as fast as you attacking me, abducting me and then violating me. How long have you planned this? Why have you planned this? What did you expect from this entire interaction?!" The stranger was acting so shy now, looking down as she started at him. What could make a man do something this crazy?! And then another thing that disturbed her!

"Oh! And let's not forget your wife comment as you broke a promise that I could go home after you fucked my mouth like a common whore! So come on! I am just fucking DYING to know what your thought process behind all of this was! I have no intention of telling my father anything that happened here today, because I want to forget all about it and forget about YOU." She huffed, her usual melodious and calm voice raw from screaming and his rough thrusting.

Deciding that she didn't want him touching her anymore, she jerked her head away and got off the bed, dragging the blanket with her and then looked to the bed, seeing a wet spot where she was sitting. Only a tiny patch, but evidence that at one point, she was aroused, making her face flush from anger and embarrassment as she went to stand in the furthest corner from him.

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"Uh, I mean... I'm kinda desperate? And you're sexy, plus. If I get bored of you I can just ransom you, but I don't think I'll do that. I think you'll actually like it here a lot." Danny shrugged, then laughed as she got up and ran away to the corner, seeing the little wet spot where she was sat. "My God, you are kind of a whore aren't you? I mean, I know for sure you're a virgin, but like... Firstly, you suck a good cock, and second, you were literally turned on by that." He grinned, walking over to the corner where she had hidden herself. "Don't scream any more, we wouldn't want you to tire out that beautiful voice of yours, would we?" He asked, yanking away the blanket roughly and tossing it aside, leaving her exposed once again. He looked down at her, his 6'1 frame towering over her as he did.

He leaned in closely to her and let his lips brush against hers, then he pushed her hard against the wall and kissed her roughly, wondering if he could get her turned on once again by being the same level of rough as he was before with her.

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It's like he was determined to die. Every word he said just made Adella angrier and angrier. "Just let me go! Come on! I'll give you money, just let me go!" Adella cried out before he moved closer to her, fear instantly making her move backwards. He seemed calm now, but the marks and aches on her body proved otherwise. She wasn't a fucking whore. He was a lunatic. When he mentioned screaming, she shook her head and looked up at him beneath her long lashes, crying out softly when he yanked the blanket away from her.

She didn't want to be naked anymore! Ready to grab the blanket again, she gasped when he kissed her, her mouth open wide, then yelped softly when he slammed her exhausted body against the wall and kissed her deeper. She started to try and squirm away from him against the wall, making herself as small as possible. But she was tired of being a victim. He had no right to treat anybody like this, let alone her! So she bit his bottom lip and pushed against him with all her might, growling. "You have no right to treat me like this! Who are you?!" Adella panted angrily and looked up at him, her fury rolling off her like waves.

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"Stop fucking squirming, cunt." Danny growled, through gritted teeth, his expression changing to one of anger, almost rage. "What did I fucking tell you about biting?" He told her, balling his hands into fists and raising his dominant fist above his head. "I'm fucking Danny. You didn't even know my name until now. That's the best bit. Imagine getting violated, on camera, no less, by a complete stranger?" He grinned, revealing that he'd been recording the entire incident.

"And honestly. I could send this to your darling Papa right now. But what would he think of dearest Adella, if he saw her panting like a whore, begging for a big cock on camera?" He asked, rubbing his chin again, his long, dark hair falling down to his face as he leaned over her. He reached up, combing it back with his fingers, the light now finally, properly revealing his brown eyes, his perfect, somewhat snobby looking nose and his pearly white grin.

"Now, there is a way we can make sure Papa never sees this video!" He explained, almost like a ruthless businessman would sell his product to unsuspecting people. "You fuck me, right now. Let me take your virginity. And I swear, nobody will see that video. I will take that camera right in front of you and smash it. In fact, what the hell. You can do it yourself." He smiled, putting his thumb and forefinger beneath Adella's chin and raising her face to look into his eyes.

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Adella tried to stand her ground when he growled at her, meeting his glare with her own, but then he raised his fist and she flinched instinctively, and she hated it. Hated that she feared him. At least now she had a name to curse, but then her heart broke. She knew it. Adella knew he had fucking cameras. A sob tore through her lips when he made her look up at his brown eyes by force, her wide ones filled with tears.

Her options were being disowned or give him her virginity. His wide grin made her feel helpless and like prey being hunted, so she swallowed hard before clearing her throat, looking down at the ground even though he kept hold of her chin. "I... I can't. I really can't. I want to save it for my husband. I'll suck your cock again, or something else. I don't know. But my father can't see that video. He'll... he'll disown me. Please, I'm in so much pain." She looked up at him, her bottom lip trembling slightly. All the fight had left her body after he threatened her with the video, knowing if she pushed him, Danny would do it without a second thought. Maybe if she made herself look pathetic, he'd pity her, so Adella put on her saddest face, letting her pain show on her face.

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"Get on your knees and beg. Now." Danny told her, letting go of her tear covered face. "You're pathetic, you know that?" He taunted. "And while you're down there, you'd better really beg." He demanded, pushing her down onto her knees with force. "You're not gonna have a husband. Other than me, you're not leaving! I'm not fucking stupid!" He shouted, slapping her in the face.

"Stop fucking crying. Wipe your tears, now." He growled. "I've been too lenient, by all means. Maybe I should just chain you down again and fuck you anyway." He grunted. "I know you'd fucking love it. You were loving sucking my cock. Admit it. I might just go easy on you." Danny taunted her, looking down at the pretty, but busted up face that he had caused.

"Just remember, I can ruin your life in more than one way if I really wanted to. But, because I like you, I want reasons to be kind. Real reasons, not shit like 'Because I'm hurt!' either." He suddenly moved his hand and gripped her throat tightly, and began to squeeze it gently, choking her a little bit, but not so much that it would hurt her. "You can still speak. I'm not killing you, don't give me that, before you even start."

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God DAMN it! Adella cried out as he forced her on her knees, her body crying out in pain. Adella didn't know what she did to be in this situation, but she must have been a real piece of shit in a past life. Once again, he confused her, which wasn't new at this point, unfortunately. One minute, black mailing her, the next talking about using her as a ransom, and then the next talking about some bullshit about marrying her. She considered her options before he grabbed her throat, making her look up at him, a nasty look on her face.

Adella was tired of him taunting her, teasing her, degrading her and making her confused. "Oh. I'm so lucky to have sucked your huge, giant cock. I am the luckiest girl in the history of girls." She spoke sarcastically, her eyes looking up at him as if he was an annoying fly. His hand around her throat spiked her blood with fear, but she's taken more pain than she thought she could, so why not press more buttons? "So which personality is this one, Split?" She referenced a popular horror movie, baring her teeth at him in a primal show of anger.

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"Just what do you think this fucking is?" Danny growled, pushing her down onto the ground, using his hand which was gripped around her throat to make it that bit easier for him to do. Once she was laid on her back, he sat on her stomach and leaned over her, placing his other hand around her throat. He winced a little as he began to strangle her, his grip tightening around her throat. He looked down at her, where she had once been speaking in defiance of him. "Let me make this clear. This isn't a holiday trip. You do not decide what the fuck I do to you and when I do it. In fact, you have no fucking choice in the matter whatsoever. After this, you don't eat for three days." He growled again, baring his own teeth at her, showing that he wasn't playing any games with her.

"You will do as I fucking say. Your life is entirely mine. Nobody will find you out here, seriously, and even if you run..." He paused. "Well, you won't run. But you won't get far anyway. And if I catch you, I promise I'll take time making your death as excruciating and humiliating as possible." He snarled, use grip tightening even further, to the point where even he thought that he might accidentally kill her if he kept it up too much longer.

"Now, are we on the same page here? Blink twice for yes, blink once for no." He said, knowing she wouldn't be able to talk very well with his iron grip on her throat.

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Adella could barely concentrate on his words as she struggled for breath, her back arching off the ground and writhing beneath him before she punched him in the face with all her strength, coughing and gasping for air as black dots danced in her vision. She needed to run. Self preservation kicked in again, and though she couldn't get to her feet, she crawled away from him as fast as possible, coughing as she still felt his iron grip around her throat.

He was going to kill her! She knew the door was locked, but where was his pants. Maybe the key was in there? A quick glance around, and she couldn't find them, and Adella knew she wouldn't have enough time to make it out now, so she crawled into a corner and held a hand to her throat, the realization that she could actually die kicking in.

He was unstable. How could someone so attractive be so batshit crazy? What kind of universe was this?! Seeing him rise slowly, she held her hands out to him, a sign she meant no harm as she remained curled up in the corner. "P-please! You forced me! You were going to kill me. Dyllan, please. Let's talk. W-we'll calm down and think and we'll come to an agreement, ok Dyllan? We can be friends, can't we?" Adella spoke softly and slowly, even though her throat was killing her, hoping that using his name would break through his rage. She even offered a small, friendly smile, disguising her panic.

Adella will admit, hitting him in the face wasn't the smartest thing she's ever done, but she didn't realize just how unstable he was. He seemed to keep flip flopping between ideas, truly like different personalities within one man. A different kind of fear entered her. Before, she was only scared of the pain he would inflict or her father seeing the tape, but now she feared for her life.

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As the fist connected with his face, Danny grunted, watching her crawl away into the corner. "Scurrying away like a fucking roach again are we?" He grunted, getting to his feet to advance on her once again. He heard her talk again and saw her hands fly out defensively in front of her. "That's not even my name. Dyllan? I don't even know anybody by that name." He told her, the confusion both being worn on his face, and audible in his voice. "You're thinking of Danny. Danny!! Or maybe you're just too dumb to be able to fucking hear?" He sighed, holding his hand up to cover the top half of his face, as if dealing with a silly child.

"Right, here, now. Just apologize for hitting me in the face. Tell me you know this isn't a joke. And most of all, say my fucking name." He told her, his brown eyes staring deep into hers from across the room as he waited for her to come to him. "I have the courtesy to know and use your name, you can have the same for me. I thought you'd have been raised better than that." He smirked, taunting her once again.

Danny fully intended on breaking her, he deeply hated these rich girls with the better than you attitude, and she had it in droves, which just pissed him off more and more, regardless of her blatant and continued defiance of his orders.

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"You're completely right. A hundred percent. And I'm so so sorry, Danny. It's been a hard day on the both of us." Adella murmured softly, standing up slowly and still not breaking eye contact with his brown eyes. She continued to talk softly and slowly began to walk toward him. "I realize it's not a joke, I know you're being serious. I just... I'm just confused. I don't know what's happening, Danny. You really scare me." Adella stopped just in front of him and swallowed her pride, lowering her head in a sign of submission. She had to play along. She had to. Adella kept repeating it to herself as she looked down at the floor past her large breasts.

She didn't know how yet, but she was going to get out of this, and welcome her father's over protective arms happily. Every joint in her body ached, and her throat was killing her, but she had to keep him talking. If she kept him talking, it'd keep him occupied. Seeing that it was now sunset, she looked up at him and held her hand out slowly, being sure not to make any sudden movements, approaching him like a wounded animal.

"How about we rest tonight and see if we can't come to a comprise tomorrow. You can lock me in here, you know I can't escape, so you'll have no worries about me running away. Does that sound OK to you, Danny?"


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Before Roslyn could reach for the handle however, a heavy thud sounded and caused her to spin around only to be met with the sight of Hal collapsed on the ground. "Oh shit..." She muttered as one of his drinking buddies crouched down to check on him. Instead of being met with silence, all of the sudden the previously pale looking man sat straight up and sunk his teeth into said friend's face. Between the blood curdling cries of the shocked victim to the remaining patrons opting to rush for the exit she didn't think twice about pulling Hal away and hitting his neck in a way that should have knocked him out. And yet the other man continued to scream, something that hurt her ears.

"What the fu-" As if the sight of flesh hanging out of his bloodied mouth wasn't enough to churn the contents of her stomach, the sound of his neck snapping was. He looked grotesque, and that's when she realized in some way he was no longer alive. A theory ran through her head but was it enough to act on? The man standing to come at her forced a snap decision and in an instant it was over. Footsteps shuffled and two shots rang out, the gun she kept behind the counter to hide her identity was smoking and both men were lifeless.

With the doors shut once more and the corpses littering the ground, the rattled woman slumped down into a chair and set the gun to the side. She then rubbed her face with shaking hands and whispered. "Oh god... What the fuck am I going to do?"

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"Love the new diet." Logan fiddled with the cheap Bic lighter for a few seconds before tossing it aside. He glanced down at the store clerk, a pretty young woman, that had decided to charge an arm and a leg for a lighter. She looked ill one moment than decided to lunge at him like a wild animal. She missed and landed face first on the ground. He grabbed another lighter from the shelf and grunted when it worked.

The young woman wiggled forward towards him. He watched with a detached curiosity at the wrongness of her movements. Pale skin, sunken yellow eyes, and an odor that reminded him of bad beef. She reached his boot and attempted to chew through the leather. He shook her off, steeping a few steps back. She came forward. He went backwards.

"I think you need to calm down." Logan dropped a handful of bills on the ground before stepping out of the shop. He flipped the open sign to close before examining the street around him. Only a few people moved around on the sidewalks, and none of the usual traffic jammed the streets. He regretted not keeping up with current events and decided a quick drink at the local watering hole would be the perfect place to catch up on things.

Logan crossed the street quickly and glanced up at the sign. "Golden Rose, huh?" He found the name funny given the rough neighborhood. Without much thought, he entered but paused at the corpses laying on the ground. "Out of the fire..."

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The stench of blood left Roslyn nauseous and light headed courtesy of her sensitive nose. She had dealt with vomit, piss, even both mixed together, yet the oddly intense rot from Hal's body sent her running to the bathroom.

She smoothed her skirt and fiddled with her hair as she sobbed and reflected on what led her to this moment, remembering all too well the man she had massacred one fateful night. It was self defense, he wanted to hurt her, but she would never forget what it felt like to be sprayed with his blood and have to clean her claws after.

She was caught up in her own thoughts when the door unexpectedly opened, muffled by the one that she was behind. Had it not been for the shock of her recent kills she'd have reacted much more quickly.

Instead she slowly opened the door and rounded the corner to face him, gun in hand and cheeks red from crying. "Who are you? Have you been bitten?" Normally when she saw such a good looking man she'd take the opportunity to size him up and flirt if she liked him, yet after the day's events she had no choice but to keep him under the barrel of her gun. "If you aren't I won't kick you out, but I need an answer."

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Logan's hands raised slowly in front of him. Something major happened between his times in the mountain and his last visit to the city. He cursed at not bothering to keep a phone or television around. The news droned on about the same tired crap, but now that something big was taking place, he was left in the dark. The store clerk trying to make him dinner confused him but he assumed it to be some mental episode. Economic downturn could explain the lack of traffic. A woman pointing a gun at him while standing near two corpses tossed both of those possibilities out the window unless his luck was truly awful.

It sounded like something from a zombie movie. "I am not here to hurt you," Logan replied slowly, taking a few cautious steps towards her. "Just tell me what is going on and give me the bottle off the top shelf at the very end. Lower the weapon..." In an instant, Logan snatched the weapon from the woman's grip and tossed it behind him. "I love your hospitality. You must get glowing reviews." He came forward again to stare down at the woman. "Explain what is going on before I get mad."

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Roslyn was stunned into silence as he just walked up and disarmed her. She wasn't sure why this man has effected her in such a way considering she'd just essentially murdered two friendly faces previously. All she could do was gasp as the gun flew away and take a few steps back, her own hitting the counter.

"Actually, I do. My name is Roslyn and one of my patrons came in with a bite wound. Next thing I know he's gnawing the face off of his best friend and when I went to pull him off his neck snapped. Kicker is he didn't die, it was like he didn't feel a thing." At this point she figured she may as well just cooperate. After all he was an entire foot taller than her and clearly stronger. Speed wouldn't get her out of whatever this is.

"Oh, right..." The small woman took a careful step forward before making a beeline to get behind the counter, soon producing the requested bottle and a glass onto the countertop. "Here. This is what you wanted, right?"

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Logan ignored the class in favor of drinking straight from the bottle. Between the store clerk and the bodies in the bar, the need for civilized behavior seemed unimportant. He mulled over her words for a few seconds before taking another swig. The feeling of being in one of those zombie movies gnawed at the back of his brain. He tried to think of the next moves beyond finishing his drink.

"I'm getting out of here," he declared once half of the bottle had disappeared into his stomach. "This obviously isn't an isolated incident, and I'm not about to hang out to see the outcome." A moment passed, and he took another sip. "After my drink."

Multiple fists slammed into the door in the bar's kitchen. A barely audible groan echoed above the television, which had gone to an emergency alert system. He continued with the bottle. "After my drink."

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"Well, if you're going to stay here long enough for a drink I'd like to at least know your name. I haven't seen you around these parts before. Were you just passing through?" Roslyn wasn't ready to just let go of society as they knew it just yet, although at that moment she didn't realize that it was crashing down.

The sudden sound startled the redhead enough to make her jump and turn to face the doors. Without a second thought she took a hold of a table and pushed it in front of them. Afterwards she reached into the cleaning supplies closet and rammed a mop between the handles. For a moment she just stared at the familiar face on the other side, bloodshot eyes making her own green ones crease with grief.

"...Take me with you? I know it's a long shot and you don't really know me, but.. something isn't right here. I won't be dead weight, I can fight or talk my way out of just about anything." It was a sudden request but she couldn't shake the feeling that it was the right thing to do for herself. After all he had disarmed her and kept a level head despite the corpses staring back up at them. "Please? I don't want to be alone."

By then she had turned around and set the gun up into the counter before walking away from it. Seeing as how he was having a drink she decided to join him, producing a bottle of spiced rum. She however poured her own into a glass and took a slow sip.


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Chris felt strong resistance as he pushed himself deeper into the woman under him. She was tight, he was big, the usual. Nice he felt something. It wasn't him or even her cum, he barely was inside her. And he realized what it could be. Ideally, he would have stopped or at least looked at what happened but not tonight, not with Dahlia. He knew she was in intense pain and the pleasure would soon kick in and so he stayed inside her with his eyes fixated at her.

He noticed her trying to breathe properly to get through it and his evil sadistic mind would not let it happen. His hand crawled onto her tits, reaching up to her throat and immediately choked her enough to make her gasp. "Shush shush, don't try to subdue this. Take it as it is girl, live this pain and feel the pleasure!"

Her moans turned him on even more and as she looked away to expose her neck for him, he knew it was enough for him to jump beyond the point of return. He made her hold him before digging his face into her neck. A chain of sucks and bits followed, his lips fondling onto her soft skin. "Say my name... say my name baby girl! Tell me you're my slut!" His other hand held onto hers and pulled them away, making her lay down helplessly with nothing but a cock in her which has hadn't even started fucking her yet. He was just inside her.

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"Chris... Chris," she stuttered, unable to focus on anything but the pain from his bites on her neck and from between her legs along with the pleasure that came with it all. She lay there until the feeling was killing her. She wanted him to move. The head of his cock was pushing on something deep and was starting to be uncomfortable. She squirmed beneath him, clenching down on his length and bucking her hips to move on him herself. "I'm yours, please," she pleaded, "Your slut," she corrected herself.

When he finally showed her mercy, Dahlia's legs opened wider for him. She'd never felt so calm. The pain and pleasure rushing through her body, she pulled her knees back for him and moaned louder. Her insides twitched as they took him but the only sounds that came for her were positive ones. She orgasmed much faster than she did when he used his hand. Dahlia didn't understand how but a primal part of herself was unleashed. Words escaped her and all she sought was pleasure.

Her feet flexed and she felt herself orgasming again, this time, she was squirting. "Oh god, Chris," she finally whimpered, "Oh please, don't stop!" In all her thirty years, Dahlia didn't know what she was missing out on. So much time had been spent avoiding it that she could have never imagined it could feel this good. A moment passed between them when he met her eyes and she indulged him in a deep kiss. Their tongues thrashed around one another for dominance that he happily took. Her body was beginning to sweat and her curly hair got wet and curlier.

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Chris found himself smirking like evil when he heard her claim to be his slut. Oh how beautiful she looked, and felt. Her body was clenching on his member which made him more horny. And it was finally enough, enough to trigger the animalistic lust in him. He held onto her body, tits to be precise and clenched them hard before pulling his butt out till his tip only to slam himself with force into her, once again balls deep.

As he kissed her neck and gave her continuous love bites, he could feel her vocals moaning against his lips. He also felt the warm blood flowing in her vessels, just below her nape with his teeth scratching her skin, making him feel dominant and controlling. It was a power play and her life was vulnerable under his mouth yet she trusted him and that was one of those things that made him go crazy for Dahlia.

He felt her body shake making him think she came. But there was no reason to stop. He was only picking up speed now, getting familiar with her pussy and starting to fuck her rather rough. He had an urge to bite her but her neck would be dangerous since he was too occupied with lust to be sure of his actions. He had channeled his bull and was mercilessly thrusting deep in her, his balls clapping against her skin. Feeling a huge gush, he was sure it was another orgasm for her, this time a squirt and it sent him into a frenzy. His own orgasm formed and he found himself biting her lower lip hard, teeth tearing her soft lips to dress them with the crimson liquid. "FUCKKKKK! I'm c-close! Cum... with me. Cum again like a fucking slut with me." He couldn't speak much as his cock already gave up. Huge, thick loads of hot cum squirted one after the other, deep in her pussy, filling her up soon, leaking down her thighs and on the bed. He quickly pulled out after she felt full and squirted the last few spurts on her belly before collapsing by her side, feeling dead from exhaustion.

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When she had the energy to, Dahlia crawled over to cuddle his exhausted frame. There were still loads of cum leaking out of her but she couldn't be bothered to get up and clean herself. Every nerve in her body was fried and she needed time to recuperate just like he did. She had no idea when they had fallen asleep but when she opened her eyes it was late in the night. Her body was still exhausted so she didn't even try to move.

The first thing she noticed was the silence in her mind. There always seemed to be a voice punishing and berating her for not having died with everyone else. Yet now, all she could really hear was the sound of his breathing beside her. Her body was limp but somehow felt refreshed at the same time. Dahlia wanted to bask in this amazing feeling. She was still cuddled against him and could feel the weight of his arm around her. Now she didn't want to move for fear of ruining this moment. Amongst all the emotions she as felling, Dahlia felt completely safe for the first time in her life.

She stayed quiet, not even caring what time it was as she stared at the ceiling. When he awoke, he would probably send her packing. Were they still having dinner or had they spent too much time sleeping off her orgasms for them to. Then another feeling struck her. She'd had sex; amazing sex at that. Being chaste was seen as a badge of honor in the community she had come from but with him, it didn't matter. He'd only made her feel better than she'd ever felt and for that, she was thankful. She'd even accept it if he kicked her out and never wanted to see her again after this because he had changed her life in the best ways as it was.

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Chris was trying to calm down his racing heart for a couple minutes before it sink him that he fucked her good but fucked her raw. He was about to ask her if she took the pills but her soft snore rang his ears and he smiled a little. He looked at her split legs, bleeding crimson and white from the act and he felt a little bad to be so rough with her. Checking out the sheets, they were stained in cum and blood. Quietly, he just closed her legs and wrapped his arm around the passed out woman and fell himself asleep.

He spent some good two hours sleeping before her movements woke him up. He smiled before tilting himself to face her. "Feeling good?" He knew she was sore, anyone would if they bled. He reached his hand down on her thighs and pulled her strongly, getting her to lay on top of himself. The pinkish cum leaked out of her as she was taken on top and his hands supported her there, keeping a hold onto her thighs.

"Look what you did and look what I did." He began, preaching her once again. "You hurt yourself, ended up in a hospital, felt miserable. I hurt you and you gushed so much liked it was what you wanted. Why do you think I should let you keep harming yourself when I can keep hurting you like tonight?" His body was already reacting again. She indeed was hot and the thought of fucking her got him starting to get hard again, poking her clit on top of him. "Why shouldn't I hurt you again right now?"


[User] After a minute or two of shoving his cock down her throat and hearing her moan into it, James himself found himself moaning constantly in pleasure from what she was doing to him. She could very easily make him fun from just her oral game. He felt a lot closer now. He flexed his abdomen trying to last longer and longer. He now felt her head pushing back against his hand. He let go of his pressure and allowed his cock to slide out of her mouth. Now only sucking on the tip she played with him. He looked down to her beautiful eyes and returned her playful smile. She asked if he was gonna cum soon. With a labored breath he nodded his head "If you keep doing what you were, yeah. I think I’ve got the strength to last if you want to get your fill and ride me." He told her. His cock throbbed as she hovered nearby.

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Hearing the words that he strained out from his heavy breathing mouth, Lilliane couldn't help but smirk, even more, her head bobbing gently at the idea. "Don't mind if I do." She placed both of her hands firmly on his thighs, using them to help stand herself up. Once she was back on her feet, she took a step back and began to give him a little striptease.

When she had gotten home from work, she had put on a comfy set of clothing but that was now coming off. Smirking at him cutely, she brought her small hands down to the bottom of her t-shirt, tugging it up. It took a moment as it tightened on her bust, but she managed to pull it free pretty easily. She was part of the 'good-sized tits club'; they weren't itty bitty but they also weren't absolute melons.

Dropping her tee on the floor beside her, she brought both hands up to their conjoining shoulder and slipped her thumbs beneath her bra strap, pulling them outwards so they fell down her upper arm so that as she unclasped the back, the black bra just floated down to the floor. That common giggle left her lips and she made quick work of her lower half as she was now growing antsy from her own teasing. She hooked her thumbs on the hips of both her PJ shorts and panties, dropping them both to the floor swiftly.

Now that she was fully naked for him, she moved back closer to him. Before she climbed onto his lap, she brought her manicured hand to grab his chin, holding him for a moment as she leaned in to press their lips together. As they entangled in a kiss, she climbed back onto his lap and with her free hand, she grabbed hold of his cock yet again, holding it tightly before she pushed herself down onto his throbbing manhood. As he filled her soft, warm pussy, a gasping moan slipped from her lips. She brought both of her hands to entangle in his hair yet again, pushing her naked body against his bare chest.

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James was happy she accepted his offer. He gazed onward as she stripped down naked to ride him. It was his own personal show. He couldn’t help but to let out an excited giggle as she unclamped her bra. Her tits were perfect, his eyes transfixed to them for a moment as she continued to shed the bra to the floor. Her hands finally made light work of her bottoms. Now Lilliane stood bare in front of him, beautiful as ever. She leaned forward taking hold of his chin and initiated a kiss between them. His eyes closed and he leaned into the entanglement. She pulled away and now climbed onto his lap once again. He could feel their naked bodies now pressing against each other and he could feel the heat begin to rise between them. He rested his hands on the sides of her thighs as she situated herself.

His small soft hand reached beneath her and gripped him. He heaved a bit of air from his lungs as he felt the tip of his cock begin to line up with her pussy. She began to push herself down now and he felt her warmth sliding overtop of him. The two of them allowed a moan to slip out. Lilliane wrapped her arms over his shoulders and wrapped her fingers up in his hair. Her body pressed against his. Their breathing seemed to become rhythmic. His left arm wrapped lightly around her lower back and his right arm moved across her back and cradled her closer. His hips pushed against her pushing himself as deep as possible. "Fuck you feel so good." He moaned. She hugged his length tightly. He pressed his lips to her neck and kissed her tenderly. This night had really kicked off, he was glad he had done as she’d asked him.

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Now that Lilliane's pussy was filled with his girth, the earlier powerful, cool persona seemed to evaporate along with the gentle steam from their entwined hot bodies. Lilliane's caramel skin warmed in a deep red hue and her fingers tugged gently at his dark hair, those moans and whimpers of pleasure slipping from her parted lips. When they would kiss and break off, her plump lips would appear with a messy red pigment, a reminder that the man was wearing lipstick as it left marks as she said it would.

As he thrust into her, Lilliane rhythmically grinded back down against him, pushing his dick as deep into her core as she could. She also pushed her chest against his, her soft breasts squishing against his pecs in a hot, sexy union. Those full lips parted and she moaned out, "Fuck. I love your dick." She'd said this earlier but it was much more flustered and a little frantic this time, her head arching back a little to let out another moan of ecstasy as his cock bumped up against her sensitive g-spot, "A-and I love you." She whimpered out in a slight pant, turning her brown gaze to look at him adoringly.

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James could feel her body beginning to get hotter as they intertwined with one another. He fingers curling around in his hair. Her moans and whimpers were exchanged with him as they kissed each other. His lipstick rubbing off on her lips. It was strange, usually it had been the other way around. He pulled her body closer to his feeling himself pushing deeper inside her when he did so. Her breath was warm and he gladly accepted it on his lips. The night had really blossomed even though she had done him up a good bit.

He could feel her grinding down on him as he pushed his hips into her. She moaned wildly giving praise to his dick, this was a turn on to him. He loved that she was verbal during sex it made it so much better and clearly tonight she was as turned on as she’d been in a while. She sounded flustered she was really enjoying him and he was enjoying her too. Her tight warm grip around him taking him in and out. He could feel himself getting closer and closer with each push inside her. He moaned this time loudly. He could feel himself beginning to get more sensitive as they continued. "Fuck." He grunted as he pushed deeper and pulled her closer eliciting a whimpered "I love you" from her. He looked up to her eyes. Their gaze met "I love you too baby." He responded feeling his voice quiver. "Lilliane... I, I think I’m gonna cum soon." He told her feeling himself nearing orgasm.

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Sex really was therapy. Lilliane's day at work had been completely crappy and left her feeling down in the dumps. However, as she and her husband were doing their passionate workout on the couch, endorphins were pounding and the world could have blown up and Lilliane wouldn't have cared. Sometimes, on a night when she was feeling extra horny, the bliss of getting pounded just completely made her lose her mind, which as a constant worrier, that was completely heaven. This was one of these nights. Her head was empty of every thought but how absolutely outstanding her husband was making her feel.

As James continued to rail his hips into her and she grinded back down on him, she could feel her own stars and tingles. As their eyes interlocked, small tears could be seen glistening in the corner caused by the complete ecstasy of the moment. Her body trembled in his grip and she could feel him stiffening up with his own euphoria and just as she assumed, he confirmed with his words. "I-I... M-Me too." She whimpered out, her bouncing on his cock getting a little more rapid as her hands found their way down to his back, those manicured nails digging into his skin.


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It wasn't much longer after he had gotten out of his car, that the door to the property opened with about half the expected creakiness from such a run-down building, probably a start on what might take a couple more doses of oil to sort out.

From the doorway emerged the woman he had no reason to doubt, and every reason to believe, to be the landlady he had corresponded with. She looked about his age, and indeed probably his type. Wearing a black sweater and a dark-gray, mid-length skirt with stockings and flats, probably a bit formal on account of the official nature of the settling-in process. The fact that she came from the property meant that she was either finishing up a spot-check on the premises, or happened to own one of the other flats within the building itself.

As she closed the door behind her, her eyes met Cameron's, and she flashed a friendly smile as she briskly strode over, extending her open hand once she was an arm's length or so away, presumably to shake his hand. It was hard to ignore the pleasant fragrance that accompanied her arrival, either an expensive shampoo or a light perfume. It didn't seem that grandiose an occasion, but it was hardly unpleasant, nor as well was her appearance. He probably would have taken a second glance or more if he glimpsed her across a bar or the like, even if she wasn't specifically showing off her figure.

"You must be Cameron, right?" she asked, and he recognized her voice from the one or two phone calls he had taken with her to confirm the sale and arrange a date and time for the hand-off. Most of the preliminary stuff had been online and by email.

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Cameron nearly did a double take, the Landlady was... gorgeous, He might have called her stunning even, if he was just a tad bolder than he was. As she approached, he reflexively reached his hand out and caught her hand mid air, shaking firmly for their pleasant handshake. Yet as her aroma wafted into his nostrils, his brain hit a short, and he paused for a second too long upon her question of his identity.

"Ah, yes. Sorry, I'm Cameron yes. We spoke on the phone a few times. I must say, You're not quite what I was expecting." He said blatantly, momentarily leaving it in the air before he Realized how odd that sounded without any helpful context.

"I mean, I've just had so many older women that were less than helpful. And you have been just a delight." He hoped that fixed the odd tension between them, despite the fact that he hadn't let her hand go from their handshake yet. Another unfortunate glitch from his frazzled brain. Finally recalling his hand to his side, he then used it to help style some loose locks of dirty blonde hair behind his right ear, and old habit for when he was nervous.

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If his nervous ticks and slight missteps were anything more than his own imagination, it certainly didn't seem to phase the woman painfully close in front of him. "I'm Hazel, by the way. I don't know if it came up over the phone, but just in case I overlooked my own introductions."

Her smile didn't waver much, as if she was either enjoying the petty flirting, or didn't notice it. Hard to tell what was a better option, in the face of things. Cameron wasn't exactly bringing his A-game, and first impressions were important for things like this, even if he might have the chance to smooth things over as time went on.

"Before we go ahead for the cursory tour and for me to show you where your room is, did you have any questions about the building? I realize you might not have gotten the full impression of the place just in the listing photos, the agents who take the pictures and handle the publicity often tend to show things in a certain light, that may not be how the tenant feels when they first arrive. A different vibe, even if nothing is an outright fabrication. Usually, I mean."

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Taking his moment to recollect himself, Cameron breathed easily, and did his best to put his right foot forward. "Hazel, that is a very pretty name. But the only real question I have going forward, and this is merely from some local gossip, was just pertaining to the history of the building. I've heard rumors of it being a brothel, to the place even being slightly haunted. I don't particularly fall into ghost stories, nor the history of the building. I'm just curious as to is there any truth to it, mainly about it being a brothel."

He tried to treat this more professionally; professional first, slightly flirting second. If she did live here, it would be unwise to scare her off or even complicate things further.

Cameron hadn't exactly had the largest experience with women, but this was a once chance type of opportunity, if it ever came to light that Hazel was even remotely interested on him.

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Hazel seemed to consider the two part-question for a second. "I can't speak to it being haunted, but I have definitely heard at least the rumors that working girls used to live here. Whether or not it was properly a house of ill repute, I can't say. There was a fire several decades ago in the nearby record office where the details of this place's history of ownership were kept, and most of its details were lost to the blaze. After that, ownership passed through a few hands until I inherited it from my grandmother, who bought it with the intention of setting up a theme hotel. That dream didn't last very long, but at least it means it's on the market now. Otherwise, I would just consider it a bit of a waste of all the space on the property."

"Do you want to take a look inside now? I can show you the premises, even if you aren't strictly on the books for the entire place yet, just one flat, right?" she asked.

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Well, the rocky history didn't seem yo fully smooth, but Hazel had a knack for at least dispelling some of the shadows with her words. At the very least, he wanted to entertain his intention to rent even more. "That more or less evens things out for me. Like I said, I wasn't too upset by the rumors, just curious. I think I'll take the tour for sure now, my interest piqued, brothel or no brothel." He shrugged, smiling evenly, now just eager to actually see the place in person.

If the building had actually survived a fire, someone did a fantastic job of hiding it, as it didn't look the least bit destroyed. Obviously, no one would leave it dilapidated, but the care they took to remodel and repair was top tier at least.

As they began to head towards the buildings front door, Cameron gave a slight harmless glance towards Hazel as she turned around. The fact he nearly made a fool of himself already stabbed his chest once more, as upon inspection, Hazel seemed to have all the right curves in all the right places. He didn't let himself stare long, but he had seen what he needed to see, for the time being.

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The door opened easily enough, and Hazel stepped through into a decently sized foyer with a narrow staircase off to one side, leading to the upper floor and presumably the attic as well.

"I can't say it was or wasn't a brothel, but the set-up is fairly easy to understand. It's kind of like a hostel, I guess, in that each room on offer has a proper bed-and-bath, but there is a communal kitchen area and a small lounge on the main floor. The rooms are all the same rate, and because you hadn't set foot on the property yet, it's pretty much your choice which one you want to stay in. Except, of course, for the one I am staying in, you can't rent out that one without significantly upping your offer," she said, jokingly. Whether she meant it as a tease or just a jest was unclear, but she wasn't above some humor at any rate.

"Do you want to take a proper tour?" she asked. "I'm not used to showing property like this, but I guess there's a first time for everything, right?"

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Cameron's eyes lit up at the prospect of Hazel being a member of the household, that could severely increase his chances of getting to know her, or getting himself into hot water. He had to be as careful as he was bold, he felt.

"How much is "significant"? I'm fairly good at budgeting." He teased back, chuckling softly as he let the joke run its course and hoped it wasn't too far of a stretch for comedy.

"I couldn't agree more, I would absolutely love a tour. Regardless of rumors, it looks like it'll be worth every cent." He charmed softly, trying to keep his excitement legit and not just him kissing up to her for her approval or pressured friendship.


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Elllie was working her normal job as a bank teller. It was a small town and she didn't have a whole lot of business usually. It was mostly periodic throughout the day. The 24 year old woman didn't love her job but she didn't hate it either. It paid well and the benefits were fine but the work was dull.

Oh shit. This was a holdup. Elllie's face went pale. Why did she think that the work was dull anyways? She had jinxed herself so hard. Why did they choose her out of the 3 tellers in the bank? Maybe because they thought she might be ditzy because she was blonde? Either way it didn't matter because the man showed her his gun without pulling it out. The young woman was clearly terrified.

"I... I... am getting the key please don't shoot me!" She whispered her voice trembling. She had to get into a drawer for the key to let him into the vault but she didn't want him thinking she was going for an alarm. Elllie was willing to hand him all the money directly if it meant she didn't get shot.

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Ethan saw instantly she was nervous, fidgety even. "Hey, shush... No worries, no one is shooting anyone... Just be casual about it... Smile... You have a gorgeous face, just smile like everything is okay" he reminded her, his won face smiling softly. He was always nervous in the midst of perpetrating a crime, but he never showed it. Both he and Chris were career criminals and they excelled at keeping it together.

Chris was watching and he could see by her body language she was on the verge of panic. But he trusted in Ethan... Still, he turned and he moved slowly and quietly towards the exit to check on the security guard who was still looking out the window for his relief.

Ethan nodded to the drawer... "Move slowly, keep your hands where I can see them" he said leaning over the counter just a bit so he could see her reaching into the drawer... "Now go on and let me in..." he said with a soft smile.

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Elllie pulled the key out of the drawer forcing herself to smile. She looked around, no one was watching. She let him behind the counter her eyes on his waistband clearly terrified of that gun. She walked him to the vault and unlocked it. "There you go please don't shoot me I'm begging you!"

Elllie had totally missed the part about him saying he wouldn't shoot her. Outside she looked like a nervous, scared girl. Inside her mind however she was screaming and shaking with sheer terror. She wanted to run away screaming but knew she couldn't. So she stood there quietly trembling as he entered the vault.

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Ethan smiled and he nodded when she showed him the key and she led him behind the counter towards he vault. Once she had unlocked the vault door he took a firm hold of her arm and he pushed her inside, dragging her into he vault with her and he nudged her into a corner... "Very good... Elllie" he said looking at her name tag again... "Stay close to me... Don't stray..." he said as he grabbed one of the heavy duty bags usually used to haul rolls of coins.

The young man- made quick work of stuffing the larger stacks of bills into the bag, not worrying about the change or small bills. He paused for a moment and he looked at Elllie, his eyes looking her body over and he smiled... "You're a sexy woman Elllie..." he said with a smile as he finished up... "Now listen closely... I'm not going to hurt you... But I'm not done with you yet..." he said with a soft, almost friendly smile...

"You're going to walk out of the vault... Past the counter and straight out the front door... I'll be right behind you and once hit the sidewalk turn right and keep walking right around the building... Got it...?" He said with a smile as he moved to tap a few keys on his AppleWatch.

In the main room Chris's watch buzzed and he looked down and he smiled when he saw things were going as planned... He moved from the main room and he stood next to the security guard, looking around as if he too was waiting for a ride... As he did he took the car keys out and he used the remote starter to get the car started...

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Elllie had tears running down her face as she heard the orders. "Please no. You're gonna shoot me. Or make the guard shoot me aren't you?" She was trying hard to keep from crying.

The thought of a kidnapping didn't even cross her mind. She was so scared of his gun that in her mind the only reason he would take her to an alley wouldbe to shoot her because she had seen his face.

"I promise I won't tell anyone. I could even distract the guard so you can leave. Please don't shoot me please!" She was crying and pleading for her life.

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"No, no of course not..." Ethan said moving his free hand up to wipe a few of her tears... "You're way too beautiful baby... I could never hurt you... You're been perfect so far... Just a little bit more... Okay?" He said to her trying to be reassuring.

Out of instinct perhaps he leaned in and he kissed her, softly a bit then he leaned back... "The rest is easy... All you have to do is walk out the front door, that's it... No one will notice and this will all be over..." he said before he gave her a nudge towards the door...

"Be brave... And remember, don't do anything stupid..." he said, his lips passing on what sounded like a stern warning...

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Elllie was terrified. Her brain was telling her that her life was over. He was going to take her out back, shoot her, and dump her body in the dumpster. It was all she could think about as she walked towards the front door.

Her hands were shaking she was so scared. How had it come to this? How was she about to be shot and killed on a random afternoon outside her work? She reached the door but kept walking, turning to the right as instructed.

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When Chris saw Ethan and the woman walking towards the exit he quirked an eyebrow in curiosity. She wasn't part of the plan, but he knew Ethan had a tendency of improvising at times. He was a quick thinker... He he moved to the guard and he started to ask directions, distracting the man as Ethan moved past them with the girl. He had a hand around her upper arm and the bag of money on the side opposite the guard, concealed and out of sight...

"Good girl..." Ethan said with a smile... "It's almost over, there's a car running just around the corner, when we get there, open the back door and get in" he instructed her as he looked back and saw Chris was coming along, walking casually... Still no alarm had been sounded...

They finally rounded the corner and the four-door sedan was indeed parked there running and waiting... "In the back, let's go!" he said his voice taking on a bit more of a sense of urgency... The moment Chris rounded the corner he bounded to the car and he quickly got behind the wheel.

[User] Get in the car? Oh god he was going to take Elllie out to the middle of nowhere and then shoot her. The woman was sobbing as she got in the backseat of the car. She was pleading with him to let her live. "Please don't shoot me please! That's the worst way to die! Let me go I promise I'll never tell. I don't wanna die."

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Ethan slipped into the backseat wither and he ignored her pleading at first as he was too busy watching behind them as Chris jumped into the front and he speed off. Down the alley they went then they drove down a backstreet, taking a few shortcuts to the highway...

Finally the black haired man looked at the woman... "Nobody is going to shoot anyone... Will stop it... You're fine..." he said with a shake of his head as he made eye contact with Chris in the rear-view mirror... "What?" He asked... Chris looked at Ethan with a tilt of his head... "Is there something you'd like to share with me...?" Ethan laughed as he looked at the woman... "Did you the tits on her... And that ass..." He suggested out loud, as if she weren't even in the car.

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Elllie was practically hyperventilating as the car zoomed off down the street. She was so scared. All she could see was an image of herself bleeding and crying on the ground in the middle of nowhere after being shot.

Until he started talking about her body. Then her breathing quickened as the image shifted. Now she was naked and had cum dripping out of her freshly raped pussy as she bled to death in the middle of nowhere. "Oh god you're going to rape me and then shoot me!" She screamed actually hyperventilating now. She couldn't seem to catch a breath she was so scared.

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The two men remained focused on the area around them. Chris watched the road ahead, making certain the way was clear. These side streets weren't made for going fast so he had to be extra attentive until the secondary highway sighed appeared... "Exit ahead..." he called.

Ethan was looking back out the rear window looking for signs of pursuit or flashing lights, but so far it seemed like things had gone well... When she spoke again Ethan looked at her with a hurt look on his face... "Nobody is going to shoot anybody, stop talking like that..." he said. Chris laughed a bit... "He's right... I don't even think he knows how to use a gun" he said with a shake of his head as he took the exit and headed off the secondary road into the country where he started to increase his speed...

"He's right... I've never even fired a gun, I just carry it because it makes me look cool" he said with a grin...


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Edonilhad was moaning loudly, his eyes only open to slits as that blessed feeding had him grow weak... though not in the way a human would have... no... this was the trembling of one caught in the throes of ecstasy. His heart was racing and his clothes felt like they were suddenly much to tight despite how loose they were... every brush against the skin reminded him of just how much he was covered... how little the one holding him could actually touch of his skin... and how desperately he wanted to feel those hands running over every inch... He pressed his hips against Lexander's as if pleading with his movements.

"Ahh..." He gasped as the other ended the bite and he was left at the heights of pleasure... and he shook his head... though he no longer knew if it was in an effort to clear it or to beg that Lexander not stop... his morals.. those warnings that went off in his head silenced... He didn't just want more... he needed it.

"P-please..." He murmured softly... "Do it again..." begging for Lexander to return to feeding... not even sure himself why... but knowing he had to have it... whatever 'it' was...

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Lexander frowned and grabbed the male's face again. He growled deeply and showed his fangs. "I do not know what you are, but I can see we are going to have a lot of fun." He moaned slightly and roughly released the male's face. "Bed... now." He demanded once again. "You will not get the bite if you do not obey and do what I require of you." He threatened. He smirked a little and turned his back to walk towards the closet. Oh, the fun indeed he was going to have with this male. The bite always usually gave pleasure to his victims but not like Edonilhad was experiencing.

He opened the closet door to reveal an arsenal of devices that promised many sexual tortures. For now, he would go easy on the male. He grabbed rope made of silk from the closet and closed the door. After all, you had to show your possessions the pleasure they could receive if they behaved.

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He shrank back... that small feeling of insecurity causing him to question the sanity of asking... but he swallowed hard as he was released... those cheeks a pale pink blush from having acted the way he had... and he moved towards the bed... He was still not sure why he was doing so... but the feeling of that bite was echoing loudly in his mind and keeping him from fighting the urge... it was just a bite... and those fangs looked frightening... but surely he couldn't end up dead from a bite... why was it so important to him now though? He knew if asked only an hour ago he would have thought the person asking needed some form of mental help...

He didn't lay down, though, rather he simply sat on the edge, eyes on his lap as he questioned himself and what was happening to him... he even lifted one of those pretty hands and swept it up through his hair, giving easy view to the one behind him of that pale neck and the vein beneath without even realizing how much it called to Lexander... that the other might want it as much as he did. His hips moved uncomfortably on the bed, that throbbing length between his legs making normal thought not easy to come by...

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Lexander turned to look at Edonilhad just sitting there so perfect on the bed. Then he moved his hair from his neck revealing the key to the sweet blood of life. The blood flow to his member below was making it really hard to concentrate on keeping his composure. The bloodlust was making is very sharp fangs throb with pain as they wanted to be buried deep into Little Lamb's neck. He shook his head and quickly moved to suddenly be in front of Edonilhad. He grinned and swiftly wrapped the silk material around each of his wrists. He swiftly moved to roughly drag Edonilhad up the bed. He tied the two ropes on each post tightly and chuckled.

He smirked and moved to do the same with his feet. "Now what should I do with you, hmm? I could bite you here or..." He kissed from the neck down to his chest.

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Edonilhad was not expecting such swift movement from the other, so when he suddenly appeared in front, the smaller male nearly jumped and did let out a small surprised sound, nearly falling back... only to be stunned into struggling again as Lexander bound each of his wrists and dragged him up the bed to be tied to the headboard... "What are you...?" But he didn't get more than that out before he was feeling his ankles tugged into place... he was still dressed, however... and as Leg began to tease his flesh he continued to fight... that cloth both a blessing and a curse when it came to the growing desires he felt.

"M-my... my name... is... Edonilhad..." He stumbled through the light and nigh adorable protest... likely the least authoritative reply he could give towards finding himself tormented... and that trail of kisses left what felt like a trail of fire as his blood continued to stir from the desire to be bitten... to be touched and used... even as he pulled on those silk bindings he wanted to feel more...

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Lexander caught the neck of his shirt with his teeth and growled lowly as he ripped the material from Edonilhad's body. "Now that is out of the way." He purred and touched the soft pale skin with his lips, kissing slowly all over the male's chest. "I am the thing of nightmares, Little Lamb. What do you think I am? Think HARD about it." He emphasized the word hard as his other hand seemed to find the bulge in the male's pants. He smirked and teasingly rubbed it as he continued kiss soft kisses along his chest.

He grinned. "No your name when you are with me is Little Lamb, understood?" He growled as he nipped his chest a little roughly, but not piercing the skin. He licked his lips slowly and took a finger from his other hand, running it down from where his lips previously bit, following the vein down to the perfect place on his chest. "You want me to bite you again yes? Then tell me what I am." He growled when he roughly gripped the bulge in his hand.

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Edonilhad let out a cry as that shirt was torn open and thicker, more needy moans as his flesh was covered by those kisses, making him writhe and pull at those silk bindings. His mind spun as those words came... he knew... deep down... he knew... he just did not want to admit to it... such things did not... could not... exist... could they?

He whimpered as that hand caressed his throbbing cock... his hips lifted off the bed and pressed into that hand... "Ahhh... nn... can't..." His voice shook... "Don't... exist..." if only he realized his kind were a much less remembered mythos... that even vampires questioned if they had ever been real...

He shook his head, no... he couldn't just accept such a name... it made him feel small... pitiful even... but those fingers.. that mouth... another whimper escaped as Lexander traced to the perfect spot... and tormented him with the echo if his desires... "I... you can't... b-be... vampires... are... are just..." He struggled with the thought... but he knew... he truly knew...

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Lexander growled lowly when his command was not obeyed fully. He nipped Edonilhad's chest again and rougher this time. Then he moved away completely. Not touching the male at all to see how he squirmed and begged for him to come back to him. "Tell me or you will remain as you are." He growled lowly, flashing his fangs.

He licked the sharp edge of his fang and sighed as he wanted, repositioning his own erection from discomfort. "Say what I am and tell me your name." He demanded with a growl. He moved to where Edonilhad could see him and his massive bulge to entice the male even more.


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He hadn't moved from his place in the doorway, watching her quietly while she fidgeted nervously. Setting the clothing for him on the edge of her bed, Irissa didn't attempt to leave the room, simply sitting on her bed and looking away from him, giving him a bit of privacy. Not that he seemed to care for such things, making no move to cover himself.

She was still having trouble gauging him, his behavior completely different then when they were in the woods. His response was far better when she herself addressed him kindly, if not a little apprehensively. She waited for his next move, not sure of what to say to her kidnapper.

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Taking the clothes offered to him, Jack pulled the sweat pants up and then pulled the flannel shirt on, his eyes held on her while she gave him privacy. "Now... we must get ready to depart. There is a meeting out in the woods for You and I." He told her, his voice low and quiet before He slowly made his way to the window, peering out through his mask.

Despite all the light the room could offer, none could penetrate his eyeholes, still showing darkness within their recesses. Truthfully, that's all they were anyway. He was known as eyeless for a reason. Of course, He hid this fact, especially from Irissa. Seeing such a ghoulish thing could put her in a permanent panic.

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Irissa frowned at his words, wanting to stall him for as long as possible, "Well... don't you want to wait for your own clothes to be ready?" Irissa watched him cross the room to look out her window, now wearing the cloths she gave him with his mask firmly in place.

The brunette briefly wondered what his face looked like underneath, the ominous darkness in the eye holes making her uneasy every time he looked her way, "It shouldn't take more than an hour..." she assured, trying to think up a plan if she could get him to wait.

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"..." His silence was almost audible, in that odd counterintuitive way of being it's own statement. Yet he gave a soft sigh as His head tilted upward in his gaze toward the darkness outside. "Just the hour. Nothing more. I must collect you."

After that, He turned to face her, walking up to the bed before he knelt on it with one knee, inspecting her through his dark eyeholes. "You're awfully calm for someone held against their will." He stated so outright, the intensity of his expression hidden, yet expressed through his tone of voice.

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Irissa would have grinned in victory had it not been for the seriousness of the situation. One hour was all she had to try to escape him, she would have to somehow get the attention of other. Perhaps she could make it to the hallway and bang on doors. He was fast though, and she would surely suffer more than a head injury if her caught up to her again. Somehow, she would have to subdue him... a thought coming to mind as he suddenly approached and looked at her.

She did her best not to lean away from him, meeting where she thought his gaze was, trying so hard not to be frightened of the sheer darkness she found there. Why could she not see his eyes?

The brunette was quick to reply, "And you're strangely kind for someone who said they'd take my kidney." She hoped he wouldn't take offense, keeping her gaze on his face and studying the details of his old mask, "There is no reason for me to be hysterical when I can see where I stand." She added.

Slowly, Irissa stood and tucked some hair behind her ear, "I am going to make tea while we wait, would you like some?" Once she had his answer she moved to the kitchen, filling the kettle and setting it on the stove.

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Jack seemed to watch her through his eyeholes with little sway, his focus quite well kept on the mission in his mind. "It would be most helpful if you didn't get hysterical. In that we agree." He commented, even if it sounded much closer to a reminded then a simple reaction to her words.

Though the aspect of tea sounded worth investing, He knee enough already to decline: his mask was to be kept on. "No, but thank you." Slowly, He rose to meet her, following on her tail towards the kitchen.

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She stopped herself from sighing in frustration at his refusal, putting her teabag in a mug before sitting at the table to wait. It was obvious he was going to be suspicious of all her motives, the brunette struggling to find another way out when the washing machine beeped loudly, announcing the cycle had ended and measly making her jump from her skin.

Irissa hadn't realized how long she had been sitting there, carefully passing by the man and going to switch his clothes over to the dryer. That was when the kettle started to whistle, her heart pounding at another opportunity. As he came up next to her when they went back to the kitchen, Irissa grabbed the handle and swung it hard at his face, though he managed to duck.

She swung again, managing to splash some of the boiling water onto his skin and making him scream. She was then able to land a hit as he faltered, dropping the kettle to the tile floor noisily and running for the door. He had bolted everything, Irissa scrambling to unlock them all and getting to the chain before he charged at her. Screaming, the woman ducked under his arms and ran to her bedroom, shutting and locking the door.

The wood groaned loudly with each blow he landed with his fists, the brunette panting as she shoved her dresser in front of it. Looking around, she ran to the window, cursing the fact that she was on the third floor but throwing it open anyway, planning to climb down the dangerously rigid fire escape that was on the verge of collapsing. Landing heavily on the grated metal, she shivered in the cold air, rust crackling off everywhere she touched and feeling the entire frame shake.

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Following behind her toward the stove upon her return, He would have shamefully admitted that her attack was quite unforeseen. He managed to duck immediately but the splashing water quickly wounded him and made him yowl in surprise, breaking his focused nature.

He then went into the defensive and started to duck and swing his arms to counterattack and block the appropriate blows. Yet he caught a foot to the chest and it staggered him just enough that Irissa had time to dash to the door and then back towards her room before blocking hill off entirely.

Determined, Jack swung and lashed out on the wooden door, demanding it yielded to his aggression. Yet it did not. His attacks quieted down until sudden the door exploded from force, Jack having torpedoed into the hinges hard enough to yank it free from the frame.

Dazed and battered, Jack followed out the window and stared down upon her as she climbed her way down the fire escape. Climbing out the window himself, Jack descended after Irissa, quiet and put back together as he neared her, wondering if her struck leg had healed at all, or if it was going to be her undoing a second time.

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The loud crash of his body bursting open the door, sending the dresser onto its side, had caused Irissa to lose focus and almost slip. She felt the entire fire escape shift and heard metal screeching in protest as Jack climbed on as well. The brunette looked up at him, a whimper of fear leaving her as she reached the end of the last ladder.

It didn't reach the ground all the way, his advance quickly coming upon her so she dropped down to the concrete road, her already injured leg screaming with pain. "FUCK!" She cried out, clutching her leg for only a moment before getting to her feet and limping away.

The always was rather long in length, but Irissa couldn't remember it being this long before. She looked to where it opened up, the distance seeming to stretch further the more she stared. The voices were back, telling her to stop running, to accept her fate. Her vision was getting dizzy, adrenaline starting to leave and being replaced by exhaustion. It wasn't a surprise he caught up to her, his arms clamping around her own and pulling her back into his chest. "HEL-MPH!" She tried, his hand coming to cover her mouth.

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Climbing down with little error, just radiating pain, Jack made his way down each rusted bar until He heard her scream, guessing her leg would be her down fall. Literally. Dropping down to the ground, correctly, Jack stood up and took chase once more corralling her with a stiff arm and a hand over her mouth to trap her in place.

Thought she struggled, the cat and mouse game was over. Whirling her around, Jack pushed her to the extent of his reach and then yanked her in tight, right into an oncoming fist that was thrown with intent to incapacitate. The strike weakened her significantly, if not knocked her out completely. Though their chase was over on an entirely new level, as he pulled her up over his shoulders and walked her off the street and back to the park, headed for the trees.

Jack walked steadily, keeping a brisk pace as they made it to the park and soon into the shadows of the trees, and quickly, civilization ceased to exist for them.

If they had walked one hundred feet into the woods it might as well had been one mile, everything faded into deep, dark trees, hidden from the world.

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Irissa wretched herself from side to side, but he held her tight, suddenly flinging her forward and yanking her right back. His fist collided with the other side of her face, now injuring both cheeks, this one hitting her in just the right spot to completely knock her unconscious.

All at once, she went limp in his arms. She was completely unaware as he laid her over his shoulder, simply dangling there while he descended into the darkness of the woods, only stirring when they were deep enough that it would be damn near impossible for her to find her way out.

She shifted and groaned, slowly lifting her head to see her familiar position, "Where are we going..." she asked calmly, not bothering with a freak out and rubbing at her face to sooth the pain.

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Jack didn't answer, either something had his tongue or she had done enough to nullify his sincerity. Yet he still trudged on, at least until they came to a space between the trees. It wasn't a clearing, yet it left enough room for several to comfortably gather.

Irissa was shifted off his shoulders and set down on her knees, now facing the depth of the woods like a beast staring into the depths of her own eyes. As she more then likely searched for someone, or perhaps something to save her, there came soft movement, along the shadows. Drawn across tree trunks, in different levels of depth, was the shape of a man. A tall man with large tendrils emanating from his back. Yet as she peered upon the drawing, it moved sliding off the trees, changing from 2d to 3d, now taking the form of a very tall man in a black suit, no face, no emotion and an aura that spoke of no mercy as well.

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She must have pissed him off into silence, Irissa sighing heavily but not attempting to fight him anymore, her leg still throbbing just like her face. Her eyes slowly adjusted once more to the dark, wincing when he stopped and lowered her down to the ground, moving to stand behind her knelt figure.

The brunette felt nervous, a strange and eerie pit forming in her stomach while her eyes scanned the area before her. She leaned back in shock when she saw the man form, falling back against Jack's legs and feeling his hands come down to hold her shoulders, keeping her in place. She couldn't even scream, her eyes wide and staring in horror as the tall man slowly walked closer, tendrils of energy flickering out around him.

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With two solid hands, Jack grabbed Irissa to hold her in place, while the man before them just drew in closer and closer. Reality bent around the being, any tree limbs around it's body just warped and puddled away from him, as if the universe truly did not want to physically connect with it.

"Irissa." Her name was spoken, undoubtedly from the being, yet it vocalized from behind and above her. The voice was not Jack's, but the muffle of his mask could assure her that it was coming from her previous aggressor.

"You will be offered an existence, an existence even you can not deny. Removed will your insecurities, your pain, Your Fears. Everything that has ever hurt you... will be shattered at your feet. I offer you a way out of this hell You call a life. I will offer you... a Purpose."

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Irissa felt a large shudder run through her body at the way her name was spoken, her breath getting caught in her throat as the man came to stand right in front of her, the world around him refusing to fuse correctly. She peeked up at Jack, met only by the dark, eyeless stare of his mask.

"What purpose is that...?" She finally asked after a moment of silence followed his words, looking back at the man while her mind screamed that this couldn't be real.

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"To Serve My Dark Will." The voice told her, giving no inflections or inflexibility to his tone. This was as sincere as sincere could be. She was summoned, and had been summoned for this direct purpose. She had gone toe to toe and fist to face with her collector, Jack, on the will of this masculine mystery machination.

"Your life is choking you, Day by Day, Night by Night. You're about as drowned as one could be above water. You are searching for a lifeline. I am giving it to you. Do Not Make The Mistake Of Saying No."

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Fear was still heavy in her heart, but Irissa could head the genuine honesty in his dark voice. It was true that she had suffered more and more the longer her days drew on, her mind in constant battle with reality and illusion, her luck having run out long ago.

Suddenly, she felt like apologizing to the man holding her down, having not understood the purpose of his capture and hurting him in return. Despite the bizarre essence of the situation, the brunette could feel the extension of aid being offered to her.

Though, she couldn't help but have hesitance, not knowing what will become of her if she agreed or declined. "What will you do to me if I say no?" She couldn't help but ask.

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"I Will Grant You Ease." He did not seem to waste words, and by how drastic Jack was for being the summoner, being put to ease sounded much more "fade to black" then relatively put back to her normal life.

This man knew more about her world then She could possibly feel comfortable with, yet He specialized in that, speaking to her heart more so then her brain. Her brain was a Liar after all, her heart was still honest, and that's What he spoke to. He spoke no other words, merely just the answer to her already apparent question.


[User] Chase tried his best to compose himself despite the fact that his wife was just eaten alive. "How... how long until she digests... I promise I won't tell anyone about this... please." He pleaded softly. His eyes returning to the contorting prize. Her impressive stomach resembling a massively overdue pregnant belly, a deep hidden desire Chase had as the realization set it that the two were very much similar, and that this, could be somewhat of a hidden infatuation he never knew were possible.

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Megan had been a beautiful woman. Amethyst had gotten to see every part of her practically as she bounced down the steps. When she came to her she touched the woman gently. Now she was inside, the delight of those beautiful breasts were absorbing in her body. Her belly was huge, the stretching of her skin felt good since it had been a while since she went through a meal this good.

Human food was nothing compared to the actual human themselves. "A while. Depends as I haven't had this species before. It might take longer than other species we have tasted." Running her hands over the belly she spread her legs a bit and sitting with the torn clothes that burst at her meal.

Her naked body sat in front of him. "Chase, you should be glad that your wife is going to help someone else. She is nourishing my body while I sit here with you."

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Chase stared in the squirming dome as she spoke. So Megan was the first human on the menu for his unusual new neighbor, that he felt sure he would learn more of in the incoming days. As he had time to think and take everything in, Chase became less afraid, and more... entranced. She hasn't taken him for a reason, and the more he thought of what had transpired between himself and his wife, the more he came to terms to that maybe she deserved the fate that had fallen on her, as cruel as it was.

Chase's eyes widen as Amethyst let her legs splay out and her massive belly fell between, resting comfortably on the floor as it began to go to work on it's massive meal. "If I'm being honest... this is all quite... fascinating, I've never seen anything like it." He admitted, looking between her eyes and back to her huge groaning stomach as he continued to rub it lovingly like a servant. His hands coming close to the large bare tits exposed resting atop her prized stomach proudly. "Truth is... my wife kind of... deserves this." He admitted giving his companion a soft smile.

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Amethyst felt the struggle the woman was going through, the acid in her inner walls probably starting to burn the flesh of her body as it tried to break her down. She was a beautiful woman but a lot bigger than other meals. "I am very glad you are entranced. The moment I met you I knew you would do nicely. You see Chase, I'm new to this planet, gathering research for my home world. Organ. When I return we will decide if we should colonize or not. But in result I need someone to work with me while I'm here. I think you are that person." She said as she reached over and touched his face.

"How do you think your wife deserves this? She can probably still hear you. Its still working on her skin and legs. Its an agonizingly slow process, full of pain before you fully die. That's why she is moving so much."

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Chase listened intently to her praises as she explained her true identity. Of course explaining everything that had already been put into motion by her ability and 'unusual' appetite. His eyes widened as she explained what she was doing on Earth. Never been so naive to think humans were the only occupants of the universe, he was not as overwhelmed as most would have been. I need someone to work with while I'm here, I think you're that person she said almost romantically as they locked eyes. He nodded, without any hesitation in agreement. "Amethyst yes, yes I will be." He said in an almost undeniable tone. As if he were privileged to be chosen.

As the movements increased in her belly, Chase clutched it hard, almost in a soothing manner as Amethyst clearly was enjoying being so full and the digestive track kicking into gear. "She was... unfaithful to me, when I had many opportunities to do the same, I always resisted. I think she deserves this, to be yours, to be your meal." He said assertively looking back to her. "I will make sure you never go hungry... I must admit I'm greatly enjoying seeing the size of your belly... it's fascinating."

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"I know you will be Chase. You, humans, use a word called simp. I believe you would fit well in that category and I appreciate you to stay like that to me." She said with a smile as he rubbed her belly. "Well, I am sorry to hear that she was unfaithful. You didn't deserve her. But if it helps any the acid of my stomach walls is eating through her skin, but she is very much alive, her adrenaline is keeping her wide awake even though she is in a lot of pain. It has to bear through every part of her."

She smiled as he spoke about her never going hungry. "I know I won't our research determines your planet has a lot of humans and they aren't hard to make from our understanding. Before we go engulfing your planet. The healthiest will be put to work creating more humans. We have a process to speed the birth and recovery along for you. Since 9 months seems far too long."

When he commented on liking it she laughed a little. "Well is there something you wish to know more or possibly touch further?"

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Chase watched and felt every bit of what she described was happening to his wife. Grasping her belly even firmer as he felt it contort with movements which was seemingly so pleasurable to Amethyst. He leaned his head in, pressing it to the bare stretched flesh to listen to the symphony of digestive noises and muffled screams coming from within as he looked up to her devilish smile. Listening as she spoke of consuming Earth and all of its inhabitants. "Yes... I hope I can be there to feed them all to you... we have other creatures here even larger than humans that will also provide substantial nutrients to you." He assured her.

He was curious of the process she spoke of. As he couldn't help but notice he was becoming aroused feeling the movements inside her big belly. His impressive cock began to harder and press into the underside of Amethyst's immense belly. For a human he was huge, although he had no idea what he would compare to male from her own planet. "Oh well... I would love to explore all of you, and learn more of exactly what my purpose will be aside from feeding you my... queen."

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Amethyst looked at him softly. Her hand reached out as she touched his face. "Oh, Chase. Don't worry. I want you to find me the best people, the heaviest and some of the best. Having actually tasted your wife, her body starting to be digested it tastes so wonderfully delicious. I will need more. I don't think I can wait a month again, but we must make sure we are careful."

She glanced at him before kissing his forehead. "You will do anything I say right?" When she asked she heard his mention of a queen and nodded. "That's right, I'm your queen. How do you treat your queen here? If you have one that is."