Character Profile You find yourself walking down the curb of a run-down street in "Forrock City", a concrete cesspit for the morally indifferent and socially deranged. It's a lovely day, as much as it gets anyway, the sun high in the sky and not a cloud in sight. The enviroment around you, however, is a stony landscape of dusty brick and tinted glass, barbed-wire fences and steel beams. You have wandered into a halfbreed-heavy territory, and it shows.

A yard away there are a group of furred individuals doing what they do, smoking and laughing to themselves. They side-glance you as you pass, but you try to act tough and unphased. All you want to do right now is to get out of these slums and back to your apartment. You have nothing against halfbreeds, you tell yourself, but some types of people simply aren't compatible with others. It's not an opinion, it's a natural fact.

Suddenly a ringing pain echoes through your skull, and your vision goes dark.

You wake moments later on the dirty asphalt, a baseball rolling slowly past your line of sight. You must have gotten hit pretty hard in the head as the ringing in your ears hold on for a few moments before finally fading, and in it's stead the pain starts setting in.

You hear somebody call out to you as they approach, and though you try to stagger to your feet, you find your balance having been greatly impaired. Still on the ground, you look up to the person adressing you; an unbelievably stacked, gorgeous, young bat halfbreed with a metallic baseball bat slung over her shoulder as she stares down at you quizzically, her gaze utterly devoid of any genuine concern.

"You alive, bruh?"

"C'mon, I didn't hit you that hard..." She snickers a bit at her own joke as she hovers down closer, looking you over with her cold eyes. "...at least not on purpose."

You look back up at her, clutching your throbbing head and hissing in pain. "Why did you hit me?" You croak out through the pain, tears threatening to well in the corners of your eyes. There's no mistaking that bat she had; a clear indication this was some sort of a message from one of Forrock City's more colorful inhabitants.

Molly grins maliciously at you and leans down closer still, her breath warm on your face. "Let me teach you the rules of this city, little man," she growls menacingly, her eyes burning with an unholy fire. "You step into my territory again and I'll break more than just that poor excuse for a skull of yours."

She straightens back up and winks at you before hopping to her feet, offering you a hand up. You take it gratefully, still clutching your head in pain as she pulls you roughly upright. "Now," she says, brushing some dust off of her butt, "why don't we go somewhere more private and I can tell you all about Molly WILL NOT SPEAK FOR THE mothzebub?"

"Attagirl," she says with a nod as you get back on your feet. You feel her strong hand grip yours tighter as she leads the way, waving dismissively at your fellow humans as if to say 'their problem' as they stare after you in obvious disbelief and consternation.

She brings you through a labyrinth of dark alleys, fenced-off lots and abandoned buildings before finally halting in front of a rusty fire escape ladder leading up to a dimly lit roof access hatch. "This'll have to do," she shrugs nonchalantly as she climbs the rusty metal rungs with surprising ease, her aluminum bat held tightly in one hand.

You follow suit, groaning as your aching body protests each motion, and quickly close the distance between you. When you finally reach the top, Molly swings open the hatch and climbs inside, gesturing for you to enter after her with a sweeping motion of her bat.

The dimly lit roof gives way to a grimier view; the sun beating down on piles of junk and discarded tires, rusted barrels overflowing with greenish liquid and stacks upon stacks of crates, all under the watchful gaze of a pair of fat crows perched atop one particularly dusty box. "Well," Molly says casually as she props her bat against a nearby pipe, arms crossed over her massive chest, "where to begin?"

Her eyes go wide in surprise as your hands grab hold of her wrists roughly. "What the fuck?" she snarls angrily, struggling weakly against your grip before realizing that you actually seem to be stronger than you look. "Let go!" she demands through clenched teeth, nostrils flaring as she prepares to attack or attempt some other form of escape.

But then, you lean in closer, breath hot on her earlobe, and whisper something only audible to her: "Look at me." Her struggles immediately cease as your words seep into her mind like poisoned wine, spreading confusion and unease through her body like a fever. She glances up from the tiled floor, feeling exposed despite the lack of light, searching your features for something...anything.

Her heart pounds violently in her chest as you grip her even tighter, your hand cupping one ample breast roughly before she remembers herself and shoves you away angrily. "What do you think you're doing?" she growls out, glaring at you defiantly.

You lean back in to her, grinning wickedly as your gaze darts between her eyes and lips. "I was just getting to know my territory."

Molly looks at you incredulously as you produce a condom from your pocket. "You want me to..." Her voice trails off into a whisper as understanding dawns on her face like sunlight through a dirty window. "You want to fuck me?" She blurts out, suddenly bold and defiant, throwing caution to the wind.

Her pupils dilate as she studies your features, seeing something new there now that wasn't there before. A glimmer of possibility, perhaps even desire? Could it be that this human...wants her? No one has ever truly wanted Molly WILL NOT SPEAK FOR THE mothzebub before.

She looks down at herself, taking in the revealing clothes she wears; the black bikini top barely containing her impressive mammaries, the black cap pushed back to expose an unruly mane of long silver hair that cascades over one shoulder and down across her perky breasts. The tight orange jacket hugs her curves in all the right places, the daisy duke shorts revealing every firm thigh and wide hip.

For a moment she hesitates, unsure...and yet there's something about the way your gaze pierces through her facade that makes her want to know what it would feel like to be truly desired. She shrugs carelessly and crosses her arms beneath her breasts, leaning back against a crate with a bored expression on her face as she invites you to take what you want from her.

The condom dangles from your fingers, and Molly can't help but smirk as it sways gently in the still air above them. "Put that thing away," she mutters, rolling her eyes, "I ain't got time for all this foreplay shit."

A look of surprise flashes across Molly's features as she sees the size of your cock when it emerges from the confines of your pants. Her mouth goes dry and she licks her lips nervously, fighting the urge to reach out and touch it. Maybe this human is bigger than the others...maybe he really will fuck her good and hard, giving her that release she so desperately craves.

She shoves aside another thought; the one telling her that maybe this was a bad idea. Better to just get it over with and hope for the best, right? Besides, what other choice did she have anyway? With a growl of annoyance at herself, she lets out a long breath and turns away from you, back toward the rusting ladder leading down to the dark alley below.

Molly shrugs casually, the sound loud in the near-silent roof. "Maybe," she grunts dismissively as she crosses her arms beneath her breasts, huffing out another breath before letting her gaze fall over your shoulder, somewhere off into the middle distance. It occurs to her then that maybe this isn't such a great idea after all. Maybe she should just forget it ever happened, leave him be and find some other way to occupy her time.

But then again, it could be fun. She's never been one to turn down a good fight or fuck, and despite her better judgment, she has to admit that you look like you might be able to give her exactly what she needs...or at least come close enough to make her scream. Might as well give it a try, she figures. What else does she really have going for her these days?

Molly bites back a moan as you rub yourself against her, the hard length of your cock gliding across the smooth material of her bikini bottom and teasing her most intimate places. Her ass cheeks clench together involuntarily as you begin to knead and squeeze them roughly, spreading her lower lips apart and exposing her tender hole to your fingers.

She shudders violently, pushing herself backwards until her back meets the rusty metal of the ladder, arching her spine as you press deeper, your rough hands now cupping her entire bottom and lifting her up off the ground, allowing her to dangle in mid-air. "Fuck," she growls out through gritted teeth, trying not to sound too needy or desperate but failing miserably. "Do that again..." She trails off, letting the words fade into nothingness as you obey her unspoken command, fingers digging deep, probing and stretching her limits.

"Ahhh!" Molly cries out loudly as you finally slam your thick cock inside her, filling her up with heat and pressure, stretching her more than any human ever had before. With a snarl, she wraps her powerful legs around your waist, nails digging into your sides as she demands total possession.

Your hips slide forward easily against her inner walls, each thrust making her ass clap rhythmically against the rusted metal of the ladder as she grinds herself down onto you, her breath coming out in ragged gasps that mingle with obscene moans of pleasure.

Her back arches violently, pressing her chest flat against the crates behind her as she throws her head back, eyes squeezed shut tightly. The pain is as much a part of the ecstasy as anything else now; the rusty ladders cutting into her skin, the rough cardboard scraping against her tender parts as you fuck her hard and fast on the dirty roof of the world she thought she knew so well. She has never been more alive.

"Wha--" She sputters indignantly, gaping after the rapidly retreating length of your cock as you pull out with a wet sucking sound. Her body feels like it has been set ablaze from the inside out, burning with need and desire that you've ignited so easily within her. "What... what do you think..." she trails off, trying to put her feelings into words but coming up short.

Before she can gather her thoughts any further, your hot mouth closes over one of her nipples through the flimsy fabric of her top and begins sucking greedily. Molly's eyes roll back in their sockets as electric current shoots straight to her core from this new source of pleasure. She grabs fistfuls of your hair, arching her back and pushing her breast deeper into your mouth even as you expertly torture her nipple with your teeth and tongue.

Her breath comes faster and shorter now, each gasp echoing through the quiet roof as you take her sensitive flesh between your lips and make her cry out in ecstasy. Her hips thrust forward involuntarily, seeking more contact with your face, wanting to feel every caress of your warm breath on her aching skin.

It's almost too much; the pleasure building to a fever pitch deep within her, spreading outward in waves of pure bliss. With a keening cry, she comes, her body spasming violently as wave after wave of sweet release washes over her, tingling sensations spreading down her legs and up her spine until they reach the base of her skull.

She collapses against the crates, panting heavily, and looks down at you as if you were some sort of divine being who'd descended from the heavens to grant her this small taste of paradise. The air between them shimmers with the energy of their shared experience, making it seem like anything could happen next...and somehow, Molly doesn't doubt that it will.

Molly cries out incoherently, every muscle in her body tensing as another orgasm rips through her. Her hips buck wildly against your face as you continue to feast on her wetness, your tongue lapping at her clitoris with such expertise that she can barely breathe. The world fades away until all that remains is the feel of his lips and teeth against her most sensitive parts, the rough scratch of stubble across her thighs, and the warmth emanating from his body where it presses so intimately against hers.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving deep welts in their wake as she loses all control, surrendering fully to this beautiful agony that is pure ecstasy. And when at last her trembling limbs grow still and the last shudder passes through her body, she slumps bonelessly against you, panting heavily, every nerve ending in her body on fire with raw, aching need for more...for you.

Her hands slide up your back, over your shoulders, before wrapping around your neck in a desperate grip. She pulls you closer still, her breasts flattened against your chest as she arches into the touch of your tongue against her swollen bud. "Fuck..." she moans hoarsely, feeling herself spiraling ever deeper into the abyss of pleasure.

Her hips circle restlessly, searching for friction against something solid to help ground her as you send her flying higher and higher with each stroke of your tongue, each suck of your lips. Her body tingles everywhere, sensitive to every touch, every caress, every breath that whispers across her skin.

Her fingers tangle in your hair again, holding you in place as if she could bottle up this feeling and save it for later. "Please," she begs weakly, the word little more than a whimper as the ecstasy begins to tear away at whatever is left of her sanity. "Don't stop..."

The loss of contact almost sends her reeling; deprived of the delicious sensations coursing through her body when you were there, focusing all of your attention on her aching core. But even as she lets out a cry of protest, your cock nudges at her entrance, pressing inside and reminding her why this was all worth it in the first place. She shudders violently around your length as you begin to thrust slowly, inexorably deeper.

With a groan, she wraps both legs around your waist, her strong thighs encircling you like steel bands, pulling you as close as humanly possible as you both stare into each other's eyes. There's no room for anything but the present moment now; their hearts race in syncopation, their breath mingling with mist as it escapes their lips in hot puffs. Her fingernails scrape along your back, leaving trails of blood in their wake that only serve to heighten the intensity of their coupling.

Pain explodes across her back, jolting her awake as you roughly yank her arms away from your chest and use her own hands to pin them down against the crates behind her. Her head snaps back, neck straining as she arches her spine instinctively in an effort to get away from your brutal grip. Her breath comes faster, shallower, and her body tenses as if preparing for whatever else you might have in store for her. The sensation is strange and unfamiliar; pain intertwined with pleasure, domination wrapped up in desire. She looks down between them, watching your cock slide in and out of her tight channel, wondering how much more of this she can take before she breaks.

Her eyes meet yours, and for a fleeting moment she sees something wild and primal there, reflected back at her like a distorted image in a broken mirror. It scares her and thrills her all at once, making her feel things she never knew existed within herself. "Please..." she whispers, the word barely audible above the sounds of their bodies moving together in this twisted dance of dominance and submission. "Don't..." Her voice trails off as another wave of ecstasy washes over her, leaving her spent and aching but somehow yearning for more.

Her head snaps back once more as you pick up the pace, your cock slamming into her over and over with brutal efficiency. The pain is unbearable at times, but she finds herself wanting it almost as much as the pleasure that comes with each thrust. Her body trembles violently beneath yours, every muscle in her arms and back straining against the rough metal of the crates that hold her fast. She bites down on her lower lip, hard enough to taste blood, trying to stifle the moans and cries that rise unbidden from deep within her chest.

With a final thrust that seems almost too much for either of them to bear, you come, your hot seed spilling into her in great gushing waves as you growl something between clenched teeth. Her eyes roll back in her head and she feels herself beginning to lose consciousness, the last shreds of her control slipping away as darkness descends like a blanket, wrapping her up tightly in its embrace. She'll deal with the aftermath tomorrow...for now, there's only this moment, and you.

The pain is almost forgotten as the weight of your body presses down on hers, holding her immobile beneath your steely gaze. You move slowly, drawing back until just the head of your cock is still inside her, then forcing yourself forward again, sending another rush of pleasure-pain crashing through her aching core. You're so much bigger than any human she's ever known; so hard and commanding, filling her completely in a way that brings both fear and exhilaration to every nerve ending in her body. Your breath rasps against her skin, each ragged exhalation stirring the hair at her temples, making her feel even more exposed and vulnerable beneath you.

Her lips part under the gentle pressure of your mouth and your tongue sweeps inside, tangling with hers in a hot, possessive dance that leaves her mind reeling and her body craving more. The kiss feels like it lasts for an eternity, each moment stretching into another as you slowly begin to pull out, leaving a trail of wetness where the head of your cock skates across her sensitive skin.

She moans into your mouth as you finally slide free, feeling achingly empty without your presence filling her up. Her fingernails scrape across your back one last time before she gives in to the sensation, rolling over onto her side and curling up into a protective ball, shivering as cold air washes over her damp skin.

A thought drifts lazily through her mind; something about how this human...mothzebub...wasn't what she expected. But then again, neither was any of this. Maybe that's the whole point...maybe it doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is the fact that for however long it lasted, she felt alive again. And maybe...just maybe, it can last a little bit longer still.

The sensation of your lips on hers, of your tongue wrestling with hers in a dance of dominance and submission sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arches into the contact, moaning softly as you continue to push her back against the crates behind her. Her hips roll in rhythm with your hands, meeting each thrust upwards with an answering push downward that only serves to drive you both closer to the edge.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, feeling the strength and power beneath her touch, relishing in the knowledge that this human...mothzebub...is bigger than any of them...bigger than anything she's ever known before. And even as she revels in his strength, she can't help but wonder what would happen if she were to try to match it, to take control for just a moment and see where it might lead them both.

The thought is fleeting, chased away by the intense pleasure building within her once more. With a keening cry, she comes apart in your arms, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of sweet release washes over her. And when at last the cataclysm subsides and she regains her senses, she looks up into your eyes...and for a moment, thinks maybe there's something more between them than mere lust and dominance. Something real...maybe even worth holding onto.