07-30-2024, 09:38 PM
Sex it was...
The horde purred with her hand at the back of his head. He went where she lead. There was nothing other than the pain and pleasure of what was before him. She was as corrupt as he, and then some. His monster fueled by hers. Nox fought back just enough to keep Oriena interested, it was a delicate balance between what he wanted and what the horde was willing to put up with. It didn't like being manhandled, yet the violence in which it was done spurred it on. The two feelings colliding in a way that made everything all that more intense. Nox let go of whatever held him back -- his own mind trapped in his body. The dark voices shouting it could always be this way. The memories of his uncaring self, the pain he caused others for the acceptance of his father for the cause.
The horde drank in the dark memories. Drank in the violence, the sex in whatever form was on offer. They pushed to take and Oriena yielded only to push back harder the next moment. It was a game.
An annoying sound buzzed in his ear. Nox wanted to flick it away, but something held him back. He held himself back.
A second, and a third buzz before a voice broke through the noise in his head. "Fuck it Nox. Whatever you are doing, The CCDPD is on their way to your location. So whatever the fuck is making you not answer, get the fuck out. I can't clean up all your messes."
Nox groaned, though it wasn't from pleasure or pain. It took more effort than he would have liked to stop and moved to grab Oriena by the back of her head with his mechanical and and tilted her head back with a hard angle. He bit at her neck and growled at her scent. He wanted to keep going. "Wicked says the cops are on their way here. I think we need to find someplace else to finish this. I don't fancy a night in a cell. We just got free."
The horde purred with her hand at the back of his head. He went where she lead. There was nothing other than the pain and pleasure of what was before him. She was as corrupt as he, and then some. His monster fueled by hers. Nox fought back just enough to keep Oriena interested, it was a delicate balance between what he wanted and what the horde was willing to put up with. It didn't like being manhandled, yet the violence in which it was done spurred it on. The two feelings colliding in a way that made everything all that more intense. Nox let go of whatever held him back -- his own mind trapped in his body. The dark voices shouting it could always be this way. The memories of his uncaring self, the pain he caused others for the acceptance of his father for the cause.
The horde drank in the dark memories. Drank in the violence, the sex in whatever form was on offer. They pushed to take and Oriena yielded only to push back harder the next moment. It was a game.
An annoying sound buzzed in his ear. Nox wanted to flick it away, but something held him back. He held himself back.
A second, and a third buzz before a voice broke through the noise in his head. "Fuck it Nox. Whatever you are doing, The CCDPD is on their way to your location. So whatever the fuck is making you not answer, get the fuck out. I can't clean up all your messes."
Nox groaned, though it wasn't from pleasure or pain. It took more effort than he would have liked to stop and moved to grab Oriena by the back of her head with his mechanical and and tilted her head back with a hard angle. He bit at her neck and growled at her scent. He wanted to keep going. "Wicked says the cops are on their way here. I think we need to find someplace else to finish this. I don't fancy a night in a cell. We just got free."
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