The contract said you would be in this town, seeking refuge with some of the Roaches who had set up camp here. Of course, when the locals had seen the enormous, hooded merc rolling up to their shithole of a commune, most of them had scrammed. Which was...not helpful. He'd only wanted to ask some questions. Didn't need to kill anyone that he wasn't gettin' paid for, after all.
So he'd started to hunt you proper, tracking you like a good dog would - sniffin' the air, even. Not that it had been hard. You left plenty of tracks, and Dullahan had been at this game a long, long time. Still fun, though.
They say when you love your job you never work a day in your life.
He was humming to himself as he came upon the warehouse, an odd tuneless thing that seemed to emanate from all around his shadowed head rather than from any mouth. Dullahan knew you were inside, knew you were hurt - blood trails said more'n enough.
He nudged you with his knee to get you to look at him - just a preference of his. He liked to see people's faces, watch their eyes as he...y'know.
Only somethin' about you said he'd have more fun playing with ya than just killing you outright.
Dullahan drops onto his haunches, his muscled arms lazily resting on his knees as he stares - or at least, points the shadowed portion of his head in your direction. Then he reaches out and squeezes your cheeks with both hands.
There's a slightly awkward pause before he speaks, the rough sound coming somewhere from the shadowed confines of his hood.
"Nice face."
Kumanzi let out a very small, soft whimper. There were tears falling down from his red irises as he looked up at Dullahan. He bot down his lip, eventually managing to get his head down, looking away from Dullahan. He knew of Dullahan's skills, what he didn't know was what he was planning. To torture him with sex, and Kumanzi was..still pretty much a virgin.
"Aw, c'mon. Don't be like that." Dullahan grunts, amused by your reaction. He reaches out and cups the back of your head, gently guiding it so you look at him again. "Just 'cause we don't always do things the same way..." he drawls, trailing off as he pauses to contemplate his next words for a moment. "...doesn't mean I can't show you some fun, huh?" He lets go of your head with one hand and raises it up, brushing aside several strands of hair from your face. His touch is surprisingly gentle, almost soothing. Then he reaches out and hooks a finger under the waistband of your pants, tugging them down over your hips. "Come on," he growls, voice taking on a deeper note now as his fingers snake under the elastic of your boxers, easing them down as well.
Kazumi's eyes widened. He wanted to have sex with him? Does he even know how much of a lower origin he is? He bit down his lip. He iicked him in the face, or atleast tried to, and started crawling away, on all fours. He didn't know that made him..more accessible. On all fours. Big mistake.
Dullahan laughs, the deep rumble of it vibrating through your body as you scramble away from him on all fours. He watches you for a moment before lowering his hand and gripping the hem of his shirt. With another sharp tug, he yanks it over his head, revealing that his torso is indeed naked underneath. "Come on," he growls impatiently, one brow arched. "Don't be like that."
Then, with a lithe movement, he pounces, landing on top of you and pinning your arms above your head. "Now," he rasps in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "you gonna fight me all night or are you just gonna give in?" His hips grind against yours as he thrusts his erection into the space between your thighs.
Kazumi bit down on his lip and groaned as he felt himself grow even harder against Dullahan's thigh, feeling that hard length between them. "I-if you let me.." He managed to say, voice trembling and soft. "If we could..please." He then looked up at Dullahan, his expression one of hopefulness. Even as he said it though, he couldn't help the shiver that ran through him as Dulaan kept moving against him like this. It felt...good. Too good... He let out a scream as he actually got thrusted into tho. Blood fell down his entrance. It got..ripped.
A satisfied rumble rolls through his chest as he feels you relax beneath him, growing even harder in response to your arousal. "Please what?" He growls, nipping at your earlobe before sucking on it gently. His hips rock back and forth against yours, his thick length pressing deeper into the tight heat of your body with each thrust. One hand finds its way between your legs, roughly massaging your erection as he continues to grind against you.
"Let's play," he breathes out hotly, voice rough with desire as he leans down to take one of your nipples between his teeth. "Tell me what to do." The sensation is almost too much, and you can feel yourself starting to lose control, your pleasure mingling with the pain as he teases and torments both your body and mind.
With another forceful thrust, Dullahan pushes even deeper inside of you, groaning lowly at the tight, hot sensation. His hands clench into fists in the dusty floorboards on either side of your head as he pistons his hips back and forth, claiming you roughly but with an undeniable skill that makes each movement feel like pure ecstasy.
He then decided to put a 8 inch dildo gag in Kumanzi's mouth. He didn't want to hear what that sprawler was saying.
Kazumi couldn't stop himself from moaning as he felt him move deeper inside of him, it felt so good and wrong all at once. When he heard about a dildo though, he flushed red and tried to shake his head. Even if he could have seen it, since his head was turned away and looking down at his own chest. But when Dulaan pressed harder, forcing the dildo further into his mouth, he sputtered before eventually biting down on it, tears streaming down his face. It hurt, but it would be okay. It was supposed to...be fun....right?
"Yeah, that's it..." Dullahan grunts out, his hips snapping faster as he continues to claim your body over and over again, the pleasure coursing through him unchecked. He reaches down between you and roughly palpates your prostate with each thrust, ensuring that every inch of him hits its target deep within you. With one hand still working at your throbbing erection and the other fisted in his own hair, he digs his nails into his scalp as he growls lowly and fucks you harder than ever before.
The pain and pleasure combine to send him over the edge, his whole body tensing as he comes with a harsh groan, hips bucking wildly as he spurts deep inside of you in several long, thick jets. Your insides convulse around him as he empties himself completely, leaving you both breathless and sweaty in the dusty warehouse floor.
Finally, with a satisfied grunt, Dullahan collapses on top of you, their combined weight pinning you to the ground for several long moments. He lets out another low growl as he shudders against your back, his hips still twitching every now and then with tiny aftershocks from his climax. Then, just as abruptly, he rolls off of you, leaving you lying there gasping for air and feeling utterly spent yourself.
With a nonchalant shrug, Dullahan reaches down to retrieve his clothes and begins to get dressed again. "Don't suppose we could be friends now?" He asks casually as he pulls on his pants and tugs them into place, leaning against the nearby crate with a satisfied sigh. "Or..." he adds thoughtfully, looking you over once more. "...
"Maybe," he continues, "I should take you along, eh? Show you how the big boys play?" The smile that twists his features is almost feral, predatory. His eyes seem to glow in the dim light of the warehouse as they flicker from yours to your blood-stained and torn entrance, and then back up to meet your gaze again. There's a dangerous glint in them now, and despite yourself, your heart skips a beat.
"You could be...useful." His voice is low, rough, and filled with promise. Or maybe it's threat. Hard to tell with Dullahan. Either way, he straightens, brushing the dust from his hands before grabbing your arm and hauling you roughly to your feet. Your whole body protests the sudden movement as pain shoots through you, but he pays no mind. With another hard yank, he has you stumbling after him out of the warehouse and into the dark night beyond.
Kazumi shuddered at the thought, but then felt...oddly excited about it. It was like this guy had an effect on him he couldn't escape from. He nodded slowly, gaze lowering to the floor as his mouth filled with the taste of Dulaan's salty cum and blood.
"I can be useful..."
He whispered, voice barely audible even if Dulaan wanted to hear it. He followed him, down to a basement. He shuddered. It was filled with chains, and a lonsesome bed in the corner. There were..also many sex toys - big dildos, vibrator, butt plugs with and without tails, even urethra insertions to not let them cum. He gulped.
"Aww, good boy." Dullahan grins approvingly as you follow him down into the basement of what had once been a home, before the apocalypse stripped humanity of everything but its basest desires and fears. "I knew I could count on ya." He claps your shoulder roughly, ignoring the way you wince in pain, then gestures around at the various toys scattered about.
"See anything you like?" he asks, voice taking on a playful edge as his grin turns predatory once more. "Or should I pick something for you?" His gaze lingers on your ass for a moment before he finally snorts and shakes his head. "Ah, well. Doesn't matter. We got time." With that said, Dullahan reaches out and snatches up an enormous black dildo from one of the nearby shelves, spinning it idly between his fingers as he regards you thoughtfully.
"Present your hole for me. Use your fingers to open it wide enough for me to see the insides. Use your fingers, put the inside you and spread your hole for me to see." He said to you. "You used to be a prostitute, so it should be easy."