“Time for your real punishment sweet cheeks. I'd do it myself if I wasn't so fucking sure it'd be worse coming from him,” he jabbed a thumb in Charon's direction, smirking acidly, “this is business after all. You can't mix business with pleasure...well...maybe after Charon's done with you I'll take a taste. See what all the waggin' tongues are about.”
“Drop 'em Charon, lets show you what she'd fuckin' with.” There was a pause and then a loud laugh at his own unexpected pun, but Charon found nothing about anything he did funny...and she surley wasn't keen on finding it laughable.
But...as will all things, he did as he was told. Charon took hold of her shoulder, grasping at the junction where it met her neck as he undid his buckles. Under his palm her heart raced heavily while his used his tingling fingers to pushed his leathers down his thighs. A 'tisk' from Ahzrukhal only made his flaccid cock that much more terrible to look at. Did the bastard really think he'd have a hard on from this? Then again the tent in Ahzrukhal's pants proved where the ghoul stood on the sight at hand.
“Better fix that Charon, or she'll have bigger problems than your...big problem. I've got a baseball bat in the back we can use.”
That bile returned the instant the smoothskin let out a dimmed scream, giving another good go at escape – Charon grabbing her close enough to feel his bare hip press into her slick flesh. Despite everything he pushed away the nausea and kissed between her shaking breasts, tasting salt. She continued making those sounds of struggle, but Charon, among violence, was just as good at blocking things out as he was to aim a precise shot. He faded out her whimpers and Ahzrukhal's amused laughs, closing his eyes and kissing down her ribs before licking at a tight nipple that shook with her.
Down between his legs he could feel himself stir. A bought of shame threatened to ruin it, but he took the peak of her breast into his mouth and lapped it up while running a palm up her neck; tangling fingers in her hair.
“To think, if we had a working camera I could make a side profit off this...” Ahzrukhal noted and paced, as if trying to find the best angle when the show got good.
A tight breath ease from her nose and for a second she stilled as Charon suckled, but that didn't last long either. The smoothskin couldn't be accuse of not giving it her all when he pushed a finger back inside her; ruined lips still against her skin where her heart raced in a deadly tempo.
As terrible as having him on her as he knew it was, it wasn't great having to do this either...it wasn't pleasurable to see her buck and cry when he kissed her chest, or sob when he curled his finger inside – all of it more for her than for him, but the effect of such touches were evident. His cock rose like it hadn't in far too long, and yet not long enough...
“There we go... best weapon against a woman if you ask me.” Ahzrukhal appeared besides him, looking down with a heavy sneer between the girls legs where Charon's erection lay rising at her inner thigh.
“That should be more than enough to drive the lesson home.”
Charon swallowed dryly, holding his lips tight together. It should have been more horrific to see his mangled flesh next to her own pink, healthy center...but lust curled sickly in his lower belly, his body finally betraying him. He looked down himself, up her body to her staring eyes. There were no words that needed to be said...
“Now fuck her. Hard.”
One hand on her hip and the other on her neck, Charon leveled with her and did as he was told. Her body bent back, desperate to get away as he pushed hard against her resistance. Tightness swallowed him up, guilt made him force his way in quicker to get it over and done with. And against all restrain, he groaned as she squirmed against him. No doubt she was screaming behind the gag, but the heated, snug feel encompassing him faded out the already soft sound. If she'd ripped or not he wouldn't know until later...until he was done; until Ahzrukhal was done.
Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 6/?
“Drop 'em Charon, lets show you what she'd fuckin' with.” There was a pause and then a loud laugh at his own unexpected pun, but Charon found nothing about anything he did funny...and she surley wasn't keen on finding it laughable.
But...as will all things, he did as he was told. Charon took hold of her shoulder, grasping at the junction where it met her neck as he undid his buckles. Under his palm her heart raced heavily while his used his tingling fingers to pushed his leathers down his thighs. A 'tisk' from Ahzrukhal only made his flaccid cock that much more terrible to look at. Did the bastard really think he'd have a hard on from this? Then again the tent in Ahzrukhal's pants proved where the ghoul stood on the sight at hand.
“Better fix that Charon, or she'll have bigger problems than your...big problem. I've got a baseball bat in the back we can use.”
That bile returned the instant the smoothskin let out a dimmed scream, giving another good go at escape – Charon grabbing her close enough to feel his bare hip press into her slick flesh. Despite everything he pushed away the nausea and kissed between her shaking breasts, tasting salt. She continued making those sounds of struggle, but Charon, among violence, was just as good at blocking things out as he was to aim a precise shot. He faded out her whimpers and Ahzrukhal's amused laughs, closing his eyes and kissing down her ribs before licking at a tight nipple that shook with her.
Down between his legs he could feel himself stir. A bought of shame threatened to ruin it, but he took the peak of her breast into his mouth and lapped it up while running a palm up her neck; tangling fingers in her hair.
“To think, if we had a working camera I could make a side profit off this...” Ahzrukhal noted and paced, as if trying to find the best angle when the show got good.
A tight breath ease from her nose and for a second she stilled as Charon suckled, but that didn't last long either. The smoothskin couldn't be accuse of not giving it her all when he pushed a finger back inside her; ruined lips still against her skin where her heart raced in a deadly tempo.
As terrible as having him on her as he knew it was, it wasn't great having to do this either...it wasn't pleasurable to see her buck and cry when he kissed her chest, or sob when he curled his finger inside – all of it more for her than for him, but the effect of such touches were evident. His cock rose like it hadn't in far too long, and yet not long enough...
“There we go... best weapon against a woman if you ask me.” Ahzrukhal appeared besides him, looking down with a heavy sneer between the girls legs where Charon's erection lay rising at her inner thigh.
“That should be more than enough to drive the lesson home.”
Charon swallowed dryly, holding his lips tight together. It should have been more horrific to see his mangled flesh next to her own pink, healthy center...but lust curled sickly in his lower belly, his body finally betraying him. He looked down himself, up her body to her staring eyes. There were no words that needed to be said...
“Now fuck her. Hard.”
One hand on her hip and the other on her neck, Charon leveled with her and did as he was told. Her body bent back, desperate to get away as he pushed hard against her resistance. Tightness swallowed him up, guilt made him force his way in quicker to get it over and done with. And against all restrain, he groaned as she squirmed against him. No doubt she was screaming behind the gag, but the heated, snug feel encompassing him faded out the already soft sound. If she'd ripped or not he wouldn't know until later...until he was done; until Ahzrukhal was done.