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Arthur rubs his eyes in exhaustion for a moment, hunched over in his chair at the table the Drifter had led him to for privacy, "Okay let me get this right, just no maiming."
Drifter nods, "No maiming.. but you can still get rough. You can beat me, punch me, pull my hair. I can heal through the void and all that.. but it's annoying and troublesome. Oh I guess no shooting or stabbing? I wouldn't mind an unloaded gun though..." The blush on her face creeps up again and she turns the other way to ignore it. Hoping the man next to her has enough going on to ignore her nervous fidgeting.
"Okay.. any additional preferences?" He sighs, and she feels a little ashamed now, he's been working so hard lately.. they all have been.. she just wants to make sure they're taken care of too. This is what this agreement is for. Arthur can let his instincts take over, relax and let loose and Drifter can have some fun too. They just need to know each other's limits.
She doesn't exactly remember how the conversation started, a bit too flustered being in Arthur's presence to pay attention. A few 'Mhms' here and nods there and suddenly they're talking about sex and her mind continues to wander, still barely paying attention.
"I.." Her blush creeps down her neck and this time Arthur does turn to look at her as she stutters. "I wouldn't mind.. like.. more people. Or the other guys.. I want to make sure they have some relief too." She nods, trying to convince herself it's for the men and not her own greediness.
His eyebrow lifts at that and writes it down as well. "Did you want to do it outside or in the mall? Amir won't cheat but don't be disappointed when one of us catches your scent easily. It would be harder to track you but a little more dangerous outside. We know you can handle your own but.. we probably don't want you fawning over the enemy while they've got guns pointed at you."
His smirk ignites a flame that shoots to her core and she have to look away and take a calming breath as your blush gets darker, 'we' .. Gods that means they probably will join. Her throat tightens and a shiver runs circles in her stomach at the ideas already flooding her crazed mind. "Maybe we can try it inside at first.. and another time we can go outside? Like hide and seek.." she starts to mumble beneath her breath, "I'm just bad at- hang on, did you say my scent?" She looks back up at Arthur, puzzled to say the least.
Arthur smiles, a tenderness to the way the skin around his eyes wrinkle at her, "Yes, Quincy has a very good sense of smell. I do too but... don't let him know that. He likes to feel important with it. And you know Amir, he'll find you in 10 seconds flat but.." He stands and moves closer to the Drifters chair, leaning in close to her ear with a hint of seduction in his voice, "Where's the fun in that?"
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A few days later, you're exhausted. You had been out with Aoi all afternoon clearing back the techrot from Höllvania, and all you wanted to do was take a hot shower and clean the gore off your suit.
Eventually you both arrive back at the mall, and dismount your bike in the garage. Like a zombie, you walk towards the make-shift shower room they had set up. While the mall was active they had a gym with a few stalls for showers and locker rooms that the Hex group has repurposed into their small armory and fitting room, keeping the showers and bathroom mainly untouched.
You don't notice how long it takes you, mind drifting to your usual fantasies of your Hex companions, but you soon realize that you missed a turn a few minutes ago and you're now lost in a random part of the mall you hadn't explored yet. A ping of fear and unease fill your stomach as you look around, the way you came is as dark as the hallway in front of you and you try to use some transference to light the way.
Without luck. You groan and do your best to find the nearest wall and turn back around. After a few minutes of letting the wall lead you back to safety you start seeing a dim light come from an open door up ahead and you rush for it.
It still doesn't help you any. You're unfamiliar with the area and you groan in defeat for a moment, the sweat and blood caked onto your skin about to make you cry as the adrenaline from the mission has worn off and now you can't ignore how disgusting it feels beneath your suit.
You find a little rest area to sit down at, after a moment or two you hear a soft and subtle bang coming from around a corner up ahead and you take this time to go silent and listen. Its not loud but in the silence of the mall it sounds like a gunshot. You know you're never truly defenseless but carefully as the noise ever so often gains on you, you take the initiative to look around for a place to hide.
There's an old convenience store near that you rush to, hiding behind an old rack of expired chip snacks, doing your best to calm your breathing as an unknown horror possibly approaches you.
An eerie unknown noise, almost a name, sounds out across the decrepit seating area you were recently residing in and you hug your knees up to your chest for comfort, willing your lungs to calm down as your pulse quickens. You can tell in the dust that a few lights are shining in the atmosphere as one shifts into the store. You clamp your hands over your mouth to hide your breathing but in the panic it only makes you louder. One light joins another till all three are pointed and headed in your direction. They shift and move to inspect the aisles around you before starting to slowly close in your hiding spot.
In your desperate attempt at self preservation you slowly, so carefully, toss a bag of chips in the opposite direction of the lights, down the aisles they aren't in, and continue to steady and quiet your breathing. You peek your eye around the corner to see only two of the lights had stopped and moved to the other aisles in their search, but one is still headed straight for you. Peering up at the source of the light itself you see a pair of eyes, the light reflecting harshly off the blue and grey that The Drifter finds familiar. Arthur. It's a hunt.
Quickly you look down the aisles on one side, one light. You dart out from your hiding spot to the aisles even past that and they notice. 'Give her a few seconds head start' you say in your head, mimicking them. It's generous, you think, it's not like they won't catch up in half the time.
Your lungs wheeze and ache as you're scrambling down the rows and rows of candy before you're out of the store and past the old seating area. You spot another store to your right, making the decision to try and hide in there for now. There's no real reason to run. They will always be faster than you, but at least in this store- a small Home goods shop with pillows and blankets- you can be comfortable while you fight back.
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"Has anyone seen the Drifter?" Amir's voice breaks the usual thick fog of tension in the air as Aoi looks behind herself, realizing her companion for the day has gone missing.
"I mean, she was right there with me when we got back? Her bikes in the garage at least. Maybe she got lost in the mall headed to take a nap or shower?" Aoi shrugs, recalling the Drifters usual post-mission activities and starts heading over to lounge with Eleanor, much to the other woman's dismay.
Arthur's head perks up at that, "What do you mean the Drifter got lost?" He sighs and inhales sharply through his nose like a wild animal taking in a hunt, she's at least in the mall which comforts him slightly. Arthur sighs and grabs his weapons, "Alright, Amir. Quincy. With me. Let's go find the Drifter."
The two men, despite their distaste towards each other, grumble and follow Arthur in the direction he had picked up the Drifters scent, "Quincy, you're the tracker. Amir. You know what we discussed. She doesn't want to be found just yet, we give her some time to run. Hide. Do you two have any questions?"
Amir thinks for a moment, jolting between some broken sliding doors on either side of the hallway to give himself a moment to think. "Will she be comfortable enough to tell us no? I know I don't actually want to hurt her. She's been through enough. Poor girl."
"How far does she want us to take it with her?" Quincy speaks up, inspecting his gun and equipment as they walk.
"She stated she's fine with pretty much anything, very willing to take a beating as long as she can dish one out. And we went over her safe words." He quickly goes over a few other of the Drifters 'nos' and the things she does like. "Are your guns unloaded? You may still carry Ammo but she specified unloaded. She wants the weapons."
Amir gives a long whistle at that, smiling, "What a fucked up little lady we have on our hands, men. Love me a women who knows her limits and still tries to act sweet and innocent. Thought I knew her. Thought wrong."
They continue discussing their plan of attack as they navigate the mall until Quincy stops them, holding out a hand for silence. He clicks on a flashlight as they round the corner into a small food court with some fast food stalls and convenience shops. A sickening mold smell fills the air.
He continues to motion with his hands that he can tell the Drifter is hiding out in the store on the left up ahead, and they should fan out just in case.
It's quiet, they can all only hear their own breathing but it feels like an eternity before Quincy motions for them to search the convenience shop. Amir is quick to dart over, his limbs buzzing with excitement and he has to quickly run from one end of the area and back to ensure his stealth on this operation, needing to get rid of some extra energy.
Arthur doesn't take long to follow suit, quickly turning on his heel and walking over. They enter and Quincy motions for the two others to watch close.
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The Drifter throws some pillows and piles up some blankets in a corner, making a decoy as quickly as she can and dives underneath one of the beds, thankful that the frame beneath it is tall enough to fit her, but the duvet on top goes down to the floor, cloaking her from her Hunters.
Amir is the first to enter the store, running to the pile of fluff and comfort in the corner and tearing It apart before realizing the action was futile and throwing his mess back.
A voice sounds out as a floorboard creaks under the protoframes weights, "Love, we don't want to hurt you, we're just a little worried when you disappeared after the mission." It's Arthur. Arthur isn't mad. Does he not want the hunt? Still, the Drifter holds onto her breath as evenly as she can, tucked under the bed, hidden, safe.
She can hear the men slowly search the room, lights flashing randomly on the floor, the littlest bit of the beam she can see poking out from under the coverings. It takes a moment, she can hear shuffling, breathing, and then someones screaming as a hand lifts at part of the covers and another latches onto her ankle with a vice grip. She realizes a second later that it’s her own screams echoing out.
The hands quickly pull her from beneath the bed and Drifter does her best to kick, flail, punch as she's dragged out, nails digging in and leaving marks in the carpet of the store, a last ditch effort to hang on.
It's Quincy who's pulling her out as she remains howling. She pounces on the man in an attempt to get him to let go of her ankle and all that results is the Drifter clawing and scratching mere inches from his face as Amir is quick to hold her back.
It's in this moment she looks feral- covered in blood and sweat, eyes bloodshot from exhaustion and adrenaline coursing through her veins, her hair a mess from the running and hiding and they notice the sweet smell of slick beneath her legs. She growls at Quincy and snaps back to try and bite Amir as the three of them quickly understand what is going on. The worry fading from their shoulders and turning them rigid for the new mission at hand.
Arthur nods at the other men and they both let go of the rabid woman. The Drifter doesn't waste any time to fling herself at Amir and expectedly falls onto her face as the man moves out of the way. It dazes her for a moment before she tries again, eyes darting first then standing and lunging at Arthur this time, swinging close and punching him straight in the jaw. He takes a few startled steps back and feels his jaw, nothing dislocated. Drifter continues, landing a punch to Quincys gut that does fuck and all to his armor.
Amir is quick to lock the Drifters arms back behind her again and in response, she starts thrashing and kicking, nearly nailing Arthur as Quincy backs away and speaks. "Will you settle down? Damn. Maybe we will have to hold you down for this. We can never have anything nice can we? Nothing’s ever easy with you around, ya?" He raises his rifle up to tilt her chin up, getting her to look him in the eyes.
A blush appears on her cheeks but she starts to settle down somewhat, listening. "Oh don't tell me the big strong heroic Drifter wants to get taken advantage of. Used and abused. But noo she can't go to the enemy it has to be people she trusts. Cares about. Likes." Her eyes quickly dart to Arthurs at the last word and the sharpshooter gives a quick punch to the Drifters stomach, wanting her attention back on him. She stops for a moment as she struggles to breathe, wheezing for a minute or two as she grows more compliant.
Arthur approaches as his chin starts to turn a bruised color. He looks the Drifter up and down for a few moments before winding up his own fist and striking her where he had been hit. She recoils and goes with the punch, nearly falling out of Amir's arms but he keeps her up, keeps her held tight. "Maybe if you werent such a fucking brat..." Her heart aches at the comment. Guilt rising in her throat and Arthur feels his knuckles with his other hand, checking on them, "We wouldn't have had to chase you all over the fucking mall just to make sure you were okay. And what were you doing? Hiding from us? Waiting to play your little game with us? Well you got it. Did you want to run again or did you want to stay here in your comfy little nest and get told to shut up and take it?" He reaches for her chin again and she doesn't flinch. He smiles at the notion and grips it, turning her face in different directions so he can inspect his mark.
He's not particularly gentle, moving the hair from her eyes and then gripping it at her scalp to pull her attention back to him, "Why the fuck are you allowed to get your rocks off and we aren't? Do you think that's fair, men?"
Amir tightens his grip on the Drifter and she grunts, the flush of her face becoming more apparent by the minute in the dim light. Quincy takes a moment to set up their flashlights in a way to illuminate the room but still ensure some privacy and decency, "No, Arthur, I dont think that's fair at all. And thankfully we have this nice fine lady here to help us out, don't we Amir?"
Amir gives a deep chuckle, and it echoes throughout the shop, "We caught a good one today. Maybe we can keep her. I wouldn't mind a new toy in the arcade for us to use. Push her buttons, learn how to make her sing."
Her eyes soften and grow lidded at the humiliating comments, the Swordsman's grip in her hair pulling her back into the present, back to their positions, "Now since it looks like you can't run, I guess we'll just take you here. Lovely place to break her in, too." He clicks his tongue at her, disappointed at the easy catch, and a wave of arousal and excitement runs through her body. He leans in close and tugs her head back so he can... sniff at her neck? Yes, he's smelling her and-
A cry is ripped from her throat as he viciously bites down, drawing some blood as he suckles on the skin. Tears start swelling in the Drifters eyes as the sensation continues- painful and arousing, confusing really- and after another moment or two he releases, placing kisses over the mark that slowly trail up her neck, sending a shiver down her spine and more blood over her skin.
"Will you be good and stay put if we release you?" Her crying and whimpering start as she feverishly nods, her obedience stated. Arthur, mouth now covered in fresh blood, nods at Amir and he shoves her to the ground, grinning at the woman beneath him.
Quincy rolls his eyes and leans down to drag her by an arm over to the pile she had made earlier with the blankets. "We see you prepared. Did you have the spot planned or did you actually get lost in here?"
Her throat hurts as she adjusts on the pillows, her hand going up to steady her dizzying head, "Felt gross after the mission. Wanted to clean up in the showers. Got distracted. Got lost. Not much else." The men nod in understanding, albeit a little suspicious of what could have driven her so off track.
Arthur approaches and checks his vesper, making sure it's completely unloaded, firing a blank and checking the magazine before turning the safety on. He turns it towards the Drifter and nudges her lips with the end of it, "Open."
Her face flushes deeper and goes to respond but receives a mouth full of metal as the pistol is shoved in, the front sight nearly chipping her tooth as her tongue settles beneath the barrel. It takes her a confused moment to adjust to the foreign object but she's quick to close her eyes and mold to it. Tasting the gun power and dirt isn't exactly sexy but the image of Arthur crouched next to her shoving a gun into her mouth makes her legs tighten together and whimper. Your hands instinctively reach up towards the gun to make sure Arthur doesn't push it too deep or.. maybe you're trying to help him along? You don't know which you would rather do at the moment.
Amir is hasty to click his own tongue at her, clicking a few too many times for his own comfort as he kicks the Drifters legs open, "Now, you know you can't be hiding your beauty away from us. Quincy, do you want to do the honors of stripping our lovely Drifter?"
The man huffs and rolls his eyes, as if bothering or dealing with you directly is beneath him. He moves over to kneel between your legs and does his best to inspect your uniform before starting to tear it all off. His aggression with your clothes jostles you around but eventually he gets all the buckles and zipper undone and your clothes off and by then the gun is no longer in your mouth. You try your best not to cover yourself up, it's cold, the mall smells, But instead you decide to try and do the opposite. You lower your chin and look up at the three men in front of you from beneath your lashes, unsure of where to take it next before Quincy moves closer.
"Aye what a good girl we have here lads. Doesn't even try to bite us no more. Maybe she can be house broken." He gives a sharp smirk and grips both your thighs, massaging the flesh under his hands as he kneels flush with you. It doesn't take long for him to figure out his own buckles and zippers before his cock emerges from his armor. Its longer than it is girthy with a slight upward curve and lots of soft flesh bumps. It's not anything infectious. Maybe a result of the experiments. He's not entirely human anymore, getting a little redder at the end but it still highly resembles a penis. "I hope you spent some of that time hiding to prepare yourself, cause you getting no help from me."
The notion of Quincy fucking her high and dry puts a bit of hesitation in her stomach and is quick to put a hand against his chest to resist, to which he smacks away. "Naw, you had your chance to run, you're dealing with the consequences now." His attitude doesn't fade as he grips her hips and pulls her up to take his cock in one hand, slowly jerking it for a moment before lining himself up and pushing into the dripping heat.
All four of them make a noise at the feeling and sight, the two on the sideline quick to free themselves and get into comfortable positions, watching. Not wanting to break any of their concentrations.
You gasp at the fullness. It's been so long you cannot remember and he stretches you more than you had planned which was none at all. He at least has a bit of decency to not go at his own pace immediately and gives you a brief moment to adjust. But just a moment. He raises one hand from your hips to rest next to your head, caging you in and finally hilting you. Quincy growls into your ear and you finally open your eyes to see the three of them watching you like a spectacle. A moan slips out, and another, as the pace picks up and the pain turns to pleasure, your whimpers and gasps resembling his name. His hand moves to your throat after your legs are hoisted above his hips one at a time, wanting the best access and view of your display.
You give him a smile and lock your legs behind him. Placing both your hands around his forearm, you pull him ever so slightly closer to choking you. He obliges and tightens, your head lulls to the side as the blood starts to get restricted. Your blissed out expression, excited little moans, and red bitten lips making all their breathing go heavy at the messy sight of you.
You do your best to look over at Arthur- wanting to see the pleasure in his eyes but Quincy notices and moves his hand up to grip your chin, the quick thrusts moving you both so it takes a moment for him and he leans his lips in close to your ear. "Nuh uh. No looking at them. Only looking at me Sweet doll. It's my turn right now. They're not here and they cannot stop me. Got it sweet girl?"
You swallow thickly, walls tightening along his burning length at the words, a fire igniting inside you to please them. Please your friends. Please your men.
"Ahh lookse like the Slut enjoys it when we talk dirty to her, ain't that right, girl?" It's hard to falsify the whimper that comes from your throat as he thrusts with each of his words, but you try. And fail as another moan breaches you. He leans back and shoves your chin away, deciding to grab your legs and hook them over her shoulders, leaning in closer, and placing you into a mating press. The sounds of your coupling, the sweet slick and skin slapping- echoes in the store, muffled by the decor. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and holds you close.
"Ugh, love going first. Love watching them try to fight. Love feeling how wet and wild they are beneath me." Quincy growls the words into your ears and you can't help your own noises, little sighs, moans and whimpers fill the air as his pace deepens. At some point, as time starts to escape you, his growling grows louder and you start tightening in response, unable to move or help. He takes a second to release you from his grip, leaning back and letting your legs relax, and after a few stuttering thrusts his grip tightens to leave bruises on your hips as he fucks his climax into you.
You hum in content as his lungs fill back up with air and he slowly wipes his dick off on your leg and stands, walking over to a left behind chair and sitting down, done for now.
Not within a few seconds, and some looks and words are exchanged above you, is Amir next in line. You realize now this might be torturous. For a man with the need to move And talk almost every millisecond, he likes to take his time with you. Your soft and excited reactions putting his racing mind at ease. He traces his gloved fingers down from your shoulders to your breasts down to your hips where the discoloration is starting to spur. A slight static is felt from his hands and fingers as he trails them over your body and it leaves goosebumps in its wake.
He coo's and gives the softest of smiles, his eyes twinkling as he scoots in closer and flips you both. He lays against the pillows with you on his lap, and he effortlessly grinds your pussy into his pelvis, his dick trapped beneath your folds. From what you could see a second ago, his dick was a little less than average length but made up for in girth and a glowing blue knot at the base. Not quite inside you but he still stutters and gasps at your full weight on his cock, the pressure inside him building already. You take it upon yourself to lean forward and position him at your entrance and that's all he needs to take control, gripping your arms to keep them trapped in front of you and pushing in.
A shuddered whimper turns into a litany of gasps and hiccuped moans as his pace starts out exceedingly fast. You barely make it down before he's fucking back up into you. Your own movements are slower and less calculated than his, so he's nearly able to make you float at his incessant pounding, his grunts and symphony in your ears as he holds you down.
"S-sweet, sweet, sweet girl. Sweet beautiful drifter. Doing so good, taking it so well, aren't you? Maybe we should tie you up to one of the machines in the arcade. Could let Quincy blow off some more steam so he doesnt blow my own head off. Not a fan of that." He gives a toothy smirk and you can't help but smile and blush under his gaze as you realize the wet sensation between your legs is him fucking Quincys seed out of you. It makes your legs and walls tighten around Amir and he gives a strangled moan, like a wounded animal.
His voice darkens, "Darling, Darling Drifter don't.. " He gives a shaky breath and pulls you in close, like a hug, "Don't tease me like this.. I don't want to have to keep you locked up here." You can tell he's nearing and it takes a lot of restraint to not kiss him, defile him back. You always found him cute, adorable. But you wanted your intentions to be shown to Arthur, instead. A pang of guilt waves through your body but you ignore it, suppress it, this was supposed to be for fun. For your men.
You break a hand out of Amir's own, which he gives you up easily, and move it up to cup his cheek, wanting to cherish the look on his face as he uses you, takes you, sweet talks you. His flush grows, albeit a little harder to see under his glasses and darker skin but you lean in and pepper some kisses from his cheek to his ear and down his neck, to his collar bones.
You chuckle between the noises he forces from you, and move your other hand out of his lock to cage him in, suckling and biting into his shoulder and neck and kissing the marks afterwards.
Amir, you notice, has started to focus too much to speak. His usually talkative nature has been silenced by your heat, and you bristle with pride to know you've managed to affect him in this manner. It only takes a few more moments after this realization to see how his strings are starting to snap and his thrusts grow erratic. You hum into his ear, "Maybe you're the one we should tie up, huh pretty boy? Maybe you're the one that wants to let the others blow off some steam. Bet you'd grow so restless and agitated when you aren't in use. You'd howl and howl like a bitch in heat for someone to fill you and shut you up." You smile into his neck as he breaks, his seed filling you as he holds you down onto his pumping cock, unable to escape the heat as he leans back into the pillows, exhausted.
You continue peppering kisses up and down his throat for a few moments before leaning up to look at Arthur, you had forgotten about him and the look he returns you is Hungry. Primal. Desperate. It takes everything in you to not bow your head in submission and apologize for taking so long to get to him. His lashes flutter shut and he gives himself one last squeeze before tucking himself back in. You weren't able to catch a good look at it and the disappointment is visible on your face. With the last of your strength you rise from Amir's spent lap and fall into Arthur's arms, letting him catch your stumble.
"Arthur, please-"
The man raises a finger to your lips to quiet you and he swallows his needs. "Come along. Let's get you cleaned up. You did so well today. So good for us. Our Sweet girl." He smiles and places his arms under your own, picking you up and carrying you across his arms, bridal style. He clicks his tongue at Quincy and Amir, "Grab her clothes." There's an authoritative growl under his voice and it makes you shiver, "I'm taking her to the showers. We'll meet you both back at the hub after."
It takes a moment for the words to sink in, he was taking you to the showers. Alone. Presumably to bathe you. Maybe something more? You'd hope so. You want to protest, your embarrassment coming back to cover your face, "But Arthur you didn't get a turn- you were supposed to have fun too. I don't-"
He cuts you off with a shush as he navigates his way through the hallways of shops and stores, finally just the two of you now as the other men had gone a different way after a few understanding nods.
"And who said I was finished with you, Dear Girl? I just said I was taking you to the showers. Needed some place nice and clean for our first time." He smiles and looks down at you, brushing some of your hair out of your eyes and he leans down to kiss your forehead. That shuts you up until he finally turns into the gym and heads for the shower stalls.
You pray to Sol every day that they had installed benches in the showers as he sets you down on one to rest. He turns the water on and you pray, again, for the fact that they also had running hot water. After Duviri, any running water to you, hot or not, was treasure. And you cherished it. He nods as the temperature is warm enough and starts to undress himself and you avert your eyes. The situation has become all too intimate too quickly and your heart clenches at the notion of your crush doing all of this for you.
Arthur helps you shower, it's not easy but you appreciate it immensely, from the blood from the mission still caked into your skin, and the sticky sperms latched to your thighs and insides, it feels good to be clean again. He even takes a moment to wash your hair and forcing your head down is the only thing stopping you from attacking him right then and there with your mouth. Your heartbeat drums wildly in your veins as his dick is still hard in front of you. With your hair covering your face you take a moment to inspect it. It's rugged like him and as well, not human. You notice a piercing in the midst of the enlarged veins forcing it to be wider than it should. Are they veins? Or are they actually ridges? Arthur's voice breaks your thoughts.
"You know you can touch it. You don't have to keep staring at it like a blood crazed animal. It won't walk away."
Embarrassment floods your face again and you look away, ashamed to get caught and he tilts your chin up with his knuckles to look at him, "Don't need to be bashful about it love, It doesn't bite." His smug grin teases you and you lift your achy hands to it. The water doesn't make it slick, but still it looks beautiful with the occasional light coming from it. You give Arthur one last glance and he nods, rinsing the shampoo out of your hair, doing his best to keep the suds out of your face and mouth.
You pull him in closer and take a long lick between two of the ridges from the base to the head and he physically shudders at that, stopping the ministrations in your hair for a moment before relaxing and going back in.
"Didn't take our Sweet girl to be such a cock tease. Such a slut. If I had known about your urges sooner I would have helped you with them." He smiles and pulls your head a little closer, your nose into his pubic hair as you lick up and down the side of his cock. You continue working, making sure to take your time with him, going slower and slower till you're barely moving at all, just taking in his scent and he starts to growl at you.
"I can still push you down and take you myself. I figured I would be kind and let you go at your own pace but I see now all you want to do is tease me." He grips your hair at the base and tilts your head back as his cock tries to enter into your mouth, rubbing harshly against your cheek.
"You're either going to take it nicely or I'm going to breed you on the floor like the common whore you are. Your pick drifter." He grunts and rubs his head at your shaking lips before dragging you to the floor. Your decision made. You're a little dazed, you didn't hit your head but the movement still winded you and you turn onto your back to try and catch Arthur's hands that reach for you. But they don't come. Arthur just stands there under the stream of water, staring at you.
He clicks his tongue once. You don't move. Unaware of the command he's trying to give. "Come here. Crawl." He clicks his tongue twice and points to his feet. You understand now. You huff and get onto your hands and knees and crawl to Arthur. You would be embarrassed or ashamed but all you can think about it is how badly you've been wanting this. Wanting him. His authoritative nature coming out to combat your submissive one. And he'll always win. You let him.
You raise an eyebrow, awaiting his next command at his feet and he clicks once more. "Sit. Good girl. Open."
A burning feeling erupts on your cheeks, the emotions finally kicking in. You can feel it go down your neck and brush your ears as you sit on the cold tile and open your mouth. He hums in return, stroking himself a few times before slowly placing his dripping cock onto your outstretched tongue. It tastes as you expect, salty, warm, normal from what you can remember. It's been a while, to say the least, and the fact you've lasted two lovers is a feat you may never get to conquer again.
For an odd moment or two, Arthur is tender, caring. He pets your head and doesn't rush you. The intimacy, again, makes it feel a lot more dedicated and real than how you thought it would go. So you take your time in return. It's hard to tell if either of you genuinely want to continue the animalistic tug of war of dominance, or if you both just want to savor it, cherish what you two think you should never be allowed to have, love.
So you close your eyes and continue, your heart wanting to take over and stare into his soul, hoping to communicate with him, tell him your true feelings for him. He pulls your head in closer, unable to form that link you crave, and remember that the show needs to go on, so you go deeper, and suck.
You reach up to wrap your cold hands around the length that can't fit in your mouth and his stuttering breath alerts you to open your eyes and his gaze pierces your own. Its intense, and intimate, and it causes you to cough, startling the both of you. Quickly taking yourself off his cock you cough into your elbow a few times to clear your throat and his smirk broadens, "And here I thought the Great Drifter could take me all the way, has there been a lapse in my judgement?" He lets go of your hair and wraps his hand around your own, still latched to his dick and he makes you jerk him off. You stare into the leaking head and try again, taking a deep breath to take him in.
It goes smoother this time, you keep your eyes closed and he moves his hand back to your hair, feeling the strands between his fingers. It's soft and silky, thanks to his efforts, and a want grows inside him to taint it. His mouth opens, for a second, as if to speak and he closes it again, only a grunt sounding out.
You find it a little hard to know if you're doing good or not, as he's quiet while you work him. You crack open an eyelash to peek at him- he's got his head thrown back and he's biting his lip to remain silent. A desire builds inside you. A desire to hear him unravel. So you take him in deeper, squeeze your hand a little tighter and place your other between your legs, to your aching clit, hoping to put on a good show.
You circle and rub yourself, your tired hole not wanting much attention right now as you get lost in your own pleasure above it. You reignite your efforts to Arthur after hearing him choke out a gasp at the sight of you touching yourself and it drives you crazy. You pull him closer with the hand around his cock and Bob your head faster, letting your tongue maneuver around the grooves of his cock.
His voice gravels against the tile, the water long run cold and forgotten, "My sweet girl.." He tilts your head back and thrusts his cock in deeper making your hand move out of the way to his thigh and his pace grows faster, "I thought we'd be over the teasing? You know I don't want to break something as pretty as you... just yet." His speed grows more intense, locking your head in place as he uses your mouth freely. Then suddenly he stops. You can tell his body is buzzing as he reaches down and picks you up again, as effortless as the breeze.
Arthur takes a moment to look around before carrying you over to kneel on a bench. You didn't notice it at first but as you place your hands against the wall, it reflects back at you. Your startled expression causes him to chuckle, "Getting more than we bargained for, Drifter? I need you to spread your legs for me now. Need you to keep your head up. I want you to watch while I fuck you. Can you be good and do that for me?" He pats your thighs and they open, hungrily, readily, for him. You lower one hand down to your clit while the other braces against the mirror.
You assist in spreading your folds as he angles his cock and pushes the head in. It's.. definitely larger than the other two men and it takes your breath away for a moment as he slowly, almost not at all, pushes in. "You've been a tease so now I get to return the punishment."
You whine as your hot breath fogs the glass in front of you, nearly wanting to escape the intrusion but he holds your hips tight, snaking a hand down your spine to trace some long forgotten scars. His feathered touches make your back shiver, rippling as he trails his fingertips to and fro. You think again, it's oddly intimate and again, you say nothing, never wanting to ruin the moment, not wanting to ruin the miracle you have now.
Your thoughts are taken from you as he pushes in deeper, only pulling out and fucking back into you when he feels like. He lazes for a second and sighs, clicking his tongue at you again, "Come on now, I thought this was for my pleasure? Get on with it then." It takes your brain a second to register his request and you shiver, slowly pushing back onto his cock inch by inch. Its large, awkward, and troublesome as it stretches you open, your breathing coming in quaking gasps as he hums behind you, content to watch you work.
You hadn't realized your eyes fluttered closed until he's tugging your hair back, forcing you to keep them on him. You enter a rhythm, staring into his eyes through the reflection as you fuck yourself against him, doing your best to remain calm in these dire circumstances.
Arthur's breathing grows labored as he watches you come undone on his cock, and he finally decides to take pity on you. He lays himself on your back and reaches a hand around to your arousal, pushing your hand away and starting to play with your clit himself. He goes at it gently, knowing now to overstimulate you and it makes you whine. The care he puts into everything for you makes your heart clench and your voice sob for him. He takes it as a good sign and let's you relax as he starts thrusting again. Faster, quicker than you were able to manage on your own and he pushes you against the mirror. The cold of the glass makes you shiver but the heat radiating from his non-human form is comforting, secure.
Your moans grow louder as he works you, the slick from your pussy making it easier and easier to pleasure you as he growls in your ear, "Do you take me for a fool, Drifter? Don't think I don't see how you look at me. Stare at me as I clean my weapons and lay out battle plans. The way your heart beats faster with every step you make my way." Arthur starts to nibble on your shoulder and trails his teeth up to your neck, to bite and tug on your ear. A gasp escapes you and you lean back into him, wanting more. "And to think it was going to be hard to get you to come around to the others. Look how nice you all played along. Sweet girl did so well, so now you get your reward."
He bites down onto your neck, not drawing blood this time, just wanting to continue marking you. His thrusts grow slower and deeper, until he's growling in your ear and he finishes. His cum spilling and making your womb feel full again. The warmth and the biting finally topples your edge as well, he gives you a few more belated thrusts to help you along as you go limp in his arms, your energy depleted.
Arthur holds you close, as both your breathing start to calm. You forget about the mirror and the shower, the only thing on your mind is Arthur. His words, his cock, his seed filling you. You do your best to lean back against him but it's hard and he picks you up again to drag you back to the shower for one last attempt at cleanliness.
You yelp at the freezing cold water and he goes back to cleaning the both of you before you turn to look up at him, "We don't have clean clothes or towels."
He returns your gaze and smiles, "Don't worry about that. There's always something laying around there." Motioning to the armory outside the showers. "Plus that would mean we're done for now. What's wrong with a round two?"