He seems to take to this into consideration, and he steps closer to her. She gives him a coy smile - the kind that she knows men like, the kind that makes them believe she’s really interested in the size of their dick when she could honestly not give a damn. He gives her a big smile, places a hand on her hip and squeezes.
“Alright baby. Let’s see what you can do.”
And when he’s done, and her jaw is sore, he knocks her unconscious with the butt of his gun and she wakes up with her hands tied and her cheek pressed into the cool dirt.
The click of him cocking the gun- the rush of blood trying and failing to drown out the sound of him speaking - she takes a deep, last breath.
The rest is clockwork.
-
Vulpes moves a hand instinctively to her waist, fingers pressing down and with them, shifting the dress up. Marilyn looks amused at the show of possessiveness that the other expresses, and she tilts her head to look down at his tie. She glances up at Vulpes, up through her long lashes and smiles a little. She reaches her other hand to stroke against his cheek when he squeezes her a bit harder.
“Do not think that this will get anywhere, whore.”
The hand on her waist doesn’t move from its spot, and Marilyn can’t help but biteher lower lip.
“Name calling, Vulpes? I thought we were past that. Don’t you remember that time at the fort?”
She remembers it all too well. Drunk off sick satisfaction and the power the Legion had given her by letting her decide Benny’s fate. She’d searched the camp till she’d found Vulpes in his private tent, and she’d run her hands over his chest and whispered words of gratitude and praise for Caesar and the Legion and him most of all - until she’d worked him to hardness with light, promising fingers. And when he’d pushed her towards his bed as they tore at their clothes with the full intent of getting her on her hands and knees - she’d managed to maneuver her way on top of him, straddling him and pressing him against the bed with her bare hips.
“Your betrayal of the Legion has driven me to realize that you were a lapse of judgement. Something that I will take careful account of in the case that we work something out here today.”
Vulpes seems to realize that the moment he calls her a lapse of judgement, she feels like she’s won. It just goes back to that night in the tent, just the lapse of judgement that got her on top of him and she had his cock pressed to her entrance and his lapse of judgement that had her sliding down till he’d filled her completely.
“I’m counting on it, darling. It’ll make everything more fun. You make everything more fun. You’re so much more interesting than most of the people around here.”
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“Alright baby. Let’s see what you can do.”
And when he’s done, and her jaw is sore, he knocks her unconscious with the butt of his gun and she wakes up with her hands tied and her cheek pressed into the cool dirt.
The click of him cocking the gun- the rush of blood trying and failing to drown out the sound of him speaking - she takes a deep, last breath.
The rest is clockwork.
-
Vulpes moves a hand instinctively to her waist, fingers pressing down and with them, shifting the dress up. Marilyn looks amused at the show of possessiveness that the other expresses, and she tilts her head to look down at his tie. She glances up at Vulpes, up through her long lashes and smiles a little. She reaches her other hand to stroke against his cheek when he squeezes her a bit harder.
“Do not think that this will get anywhere, whore.”
The hand on her waist doesn’t move from its spot, and Marilyn can’t help but biteher lower lip.
“Name calling, Vulpes? I thought we were past that. Don’t you remember that time at the fort?”
She remembers it all too well. Drunk off sick satisfaction and the power the Legion had given her by letting her decide Benny’s fate. She’d searched the camp till she’d found Vulpes in his private tent, and she’d run her hands over his chest and whispered words of gratitude and praise for Caesar and the Legion and him most of all - until she’d worked him to hardness with light, promising fingers. And when he’d pushed her towards his bed as they tore at their clothes with the full intent of getting her on her hands and knees - she’d managed to maneuver her way on top of him, straddling him and pressing him against the bed with her bare hips.
“Your betrayal of the Legion has driven me to realize that you were a lapse of judgement. Something that I will take careful account of in the case that we work something out here today.”
Vulpes seems to realize that the moment he calls her a lapse of judgement, she feels like she’s won. It just goes back to that night in the tent, just the lapse of judgement that got her on top of him and she had his cock pressed to her entrance and his lapse of judgement that had her sliding down till he’d filled her completely.
“I’m counting on it, darling. It’ll make everything more fun. You make everything more fun. You’re so much more interesting than most of the people around here.”