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."

"Oh now." Dullahan's voice comes from his shadowed form, sounding a bit annoyed. "You know I don't like that sort of talk." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "Look here, girl, you can call me whatever the fuck you want, but let's just...let's not be mean to each other, alright? We gotta have some fun here."

The mercenary leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he studies your face. "So tell me," he continues with a hint of a grin in his voice. "What are we gonna do now, huh?"

Ah. That's...quite the offer. Might have to pass on that one, though. You do seem kinda desperate and I don't wanna take advantage of you like that." He gives you a sidelong glance before letting out a small laugh. "But hey, since we're bein' honest here..." The mercenary pauses for a moment, considering his words carefully. "...I will say this: you got spunk. Not a lot of people in your situation would make that offer, so I guess there's that."

Dullahan shrugs, seeming almost apologetic now. "Look, though, you don't have to do anything you don't want to just 'cause I said so. We can...just talk, if you wanna?" He tilts his head slightly, studying your face for a reaction.

Dullahan leans back slightly, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side as he studies your expression. There's a flicker of annoyance in his eyes before it's quickly replaced by amusement. "Aw, c'mon." He chuckles, then hesitates for a moment, seeming to consider what he just said. "...Well, alright, maybe I could teach you a thing or two about that, if you really insist. But only 'cause you seemed so keen on the idea." The mercenary grins broadly now, his shadowed face splitting into an almost predatory expression. "So how's about this? We go somewhere private and we can...practice."

There's something almost predatory in the way Dullahan eyes you now, as if he's sizing up your body and assessing how best to proceed with this little...lesson. He leans forward until his face is level with yours, close enough that you can feel his warm breath on your skin. "Alright then," he rumbles roughly. "Let me show you what I mean."

With surprising gentleness for someone of his size and reputation, Dullahan reaches out and gently brushes a few stray strands of hair from your face. Then, slowly but surely, he guides your head towards his lap, positioning it so that it's nestled comfortably against the hard length of his crotch.

"Now," he murmurs softly, "let's see if you've been paying attention." His hands settle on your shoulders, gripping tightly enough to hold you in place but not so much that it hurts. With a low, throaty growl, Dullahan begins to rock his hips back and forth against your face, granting you access to the full measure of his arousal as he starts to show you exactly what he means by "sucking cock properly."

His shaft juts out from between his thighs, the tip brushing past your lips each time it moves back and forth. His hands move to rest lightly on either side of your head, guiding your movements as much as controlling them. Every so often, he'll let out a satisfied grunt or a low moan, encouraging you to deepen your suction or vary the rhythm.

The air in the warehouse seems to thicken with each thrust of his hips, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes off the walls like the beat

It's clear that you're trying your best, and the rough sounds coming from deep in your throat suggest that you might be enjoying this just as much as he is. His hands tighten in your hair, not quite hard enough to hurt but certainly enough to remind you who's in charge here. He begins to thrust deeper and faster, his hips rolling roughly against your face as he growls out obscenities and curses that should have sent shivers down anyone else's spine.

But then, just when you think you can't take any more of it, something strange happens. His movements slow, almost to a stop, and his grip on your hair eases slightly. He tilts your head back ever so gently, exposing your throat, and groans, "Yeah...like that..." before sliding himself as deep as he can into your throat, forcing you to choke and gag as he feels the tight warmth of your passage engulf him entirely.

It's only for a moment; soon enough he withdraws once more, leaving you gasping for air as he positions himself at the entrance to your mouth again. "See? That's how it's done." His voice is rough and gruff now, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggles to find purchase on his own slickness.

"Now, why don't you show me what you got?" he growls, giving your shoulder a playful shove before returning his attention to guiding your movements and enjoying the sensations you create for him.

"There you go." There's an almost satisfied purr in the mercenary's voice as he watches you stroke his cock over your face and take him deep into your mouth once more. He closes his eyes, savoring the sensation of your lips and tongue on his skin as you attempt to please him.

After a few moments of this, Dullahan reaches down with one hand, gripping your hair roughly and pulling it back roughly enough that he can look you in the eye as he speaks. "You know," he says breathlessly, "I could get used to this." There's a momentary flicker of something in his eyes, a desire perhaps, or maybe even affection. Whatever it is, it quickly passes, and the sharp, predatory edge returns to his tone as he growls out, "But you need to do better if you want me to keep teaching you."

With that said, Dullahan releases your hair and slides his hand back down to guide your motions again. His hips begin to move once more, thrusting into your mouth with a force that leaves no doubt as to his growing excitement. The tension in the air seems to ratchet up another notch as he loses himself in the pleasure you're giving him, grunting and moaning obscenities that would make a sailor blush.

But then, with a final thrust deep into your throat, his body arches back and he lets out a hoarse cry of release. His cock jerks violently in your mouth as he comes, spilling hot, salty fluid down your throat and painting your face with his seed. He shudders for several long moments before finally collapsing forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck with a low, satisfied groan.

"

As you look up at him while swallowing his piss, there's something oddly intimate about the moment. Despite being a giant hulking shadow of a man with dead eyes and a predatory grin, right now he seems...human. Vulnerable even. It's almost as if in this brief, intense exchange you've managed to pierce through his armor and find something genuine beneath it all. But then again, maybe that's just wishful thinking on your part.

He releases a shuddering breath, letting it ruffle the hair by your face as he comes down from his high. His grip on you loosens, but he doesn't pull away completely; instead, he settles for resting his chin on your shoulder and looking out across the warehouse with a satisfied smile curving the edges of his shadowy lips.

"Well then," he says gruffly, his voice still rough from exertion, "I guess I'd better get going." There's an almost reluctant note in his voice as he pulls back slightly and disentangles himself from you. "Take care of that face now," he adds with a chuckle before turning to pad silently out of the warehouse.

The hulking shadow that was once Dullahan stiffens slightly at your words, but he doesn't turn around. Instead, his voice comes out cold and distant as if from someplace far away. "Don't talk about my 'clan'," he growls. "And unless you want me to come back here and make you eat that last bit of piss I gave you, just stay quiet." With that final threat hanging in the air, he vanishes into the darkness, leaving only the sound of his boots echoing against the concrete as a faint trail until they're swallowed up by silence.

His voice lowers, almost threatening as it rolls through the darkness, "Don't push your luck." He pauses for a moment, his words barely audible over the sound of his ragged breathing. "I can make you wish you'd kept quiet about that." The shadowy figure looms closer, moving slowly towards you as it continues to speak. "You don't know what I'm capable of."

There's a sudden flash of steel as he draws his axe with a metallic screech, the blade glinting in the faint light cast by a nearby window. The sight of the weapon makes your heart race and your mouth go dry. You're not sure if he'd really hurt you or if it's just part of his gruff, intimidating exterior...but either way, you feel a shiver run down your spine.

"Now," he growls, "are you going to keep talking, or are we gonna have some peace and quiet around here?" The axe trembles in his powerful hand, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

His lips curl back in a snarl as he takes another step closer to you. "You're really asking for it, aren't you?" He pauses for a moment, seeming almost amused by your bravado. Then, with a savage swing of his axe, he brings it crashing down where you stand.

The world explodes into pain as the force of the blow knocks you off your feet and slams you against the concrete wall. For a moment, everything goes white and then black; stars dance before your eyes as agony radiates from every part of your body. You feel blood trickling down your spine as adrenaline courses through your veins, keeping you alive.

When your vision finally clears enough to make out shapes again, the first thing you see is the gleaming steel of Dullahan's axe hovering dangerously close to your face. "You really want this?" he hisses. "Is that it? You want me to turn you into my personal urinal?" The axe descends once more, but this time it stops mere inches from your nose, the cold steel pressing against your flesh. "Then consider yourself warned," he growls. "But if you ever disrespect me again..."

The axe swings back upward and into his hand with a deafening clang. "Let that be a lesson to you." With that, he strides away, leaving you shaking and gasping for air against the wall, the blood rushing in your ears obscuring all but the faintest echoes of his retreating footsteps.

There's a cold chuckle in his voice as he responds to your question. "I suppose you will be," he says, almost matter-of-factly. "But just remember who's in charge here." His shadowy form paces back and forth near where you lie, the axe still gripped tightly in his massive hand. "You may think this is some sort of game to you, but it isn't. I can break you in ways you can't even imagine, so don't ever forget that."

He crouches down beside you, his face close enough that you can feel the warmth emanating from him despite the chill in the air. "But," he continues with a grim smile, "as long as you remember your place and respect me...then maybe we can have an arrangement." His hand reaches out to tenderly stroke your cheek, the rough calluses on his fingers sending shivers down your spine.

"Think about it," he whispers before finally standing and walking away, leaving you to contemplate your new role in this twisted game of power and submission.

The clan's stronghold was eerily quiet as you were led through its dimly lit halls and into the cramped, windowless room where Dullahan had left instructions for you to be taken. The door shut with a dull click behind you, leaving you trapped in darkness save for the faint glow of a lantern spilling through the keyhole beneath.

The air was thick with an unsettling mixture of musk and sweat as it filled your lungs, heavy with the knowledge that this place was not meant to be pleasant or inviting. A small puddle at your feet tells you that others have used this space for similar purposes in the past; they must have seen fit not to clean it up afterwards. You wonder why Dullahan would want someone like you here, but then again, you should know better than to question his motives by now.

Your heart races as you realize there's no way out and no one coming for you anytime soon; for the first time since meeting him, Dullahan has left you completely at his mercy. Slowly, reluctantly, you sink down onto the cold stone floor, back pressed against the rough wall, preparing yourself to become an urinal once more. You steel yourself for whatever might come next, bracing your legs apart as if readying for impact.

After what seems like an eternity, the door finally creaks open again. At first you think it might be another of Dullahan's lieutenants bringing someone else for your...services. But then, there he is. Tall and broad-shouldered as ever in his imposing armor, the mercenary strides confidently into the room. There's a predatory gleam in his eye that sends shivers down your spine.

"Ah," he says casually, "I see you've made yourself comfortable." He tilts his head to one side as he surveys the position you're in, an almost amused smile curving the edges of his mouth. "Very good."

Slowly, deliberately, Dullahan begins to undo his pants, letting them fall to the ground with a heavy thud. His cock springs free, already half-hard from the anticipation of what's about to happen. With a lazy grin on his face, he walks over to where you're sitting and crouches down beside you.

"Now then," he whispers against your ear, "time for some fun." His rough hands grip your hips firmly as he positions himself at the entrance of your mouth. There's a momentary stretching sensation as he pushes inside, filling your throat with the hot, hard length of his cock. You can feel him throbbing against the back of your mouth as he begins to thrust slowly, giving you time to adjust.

"That's it," he breathes hoarsely into your ear. "Take all of me." His movements become faster and more urgent now, driving deeper with each stroke until it feels like his cock is touching the back of your throat. He releases a shuddering moan as

His thrusts become even more brutal as he nears the end, each one pushing you closer to the inevitable torrent of hot piss that will follow his climax. Finally, with a groan that vibrates through your entire body, Dullahan releases himself deep inside you, flooding your mouth with his potent seed and painting your face with a fine mist of urine. He shudders briefly as he comes down from his high, then grins wolfishly at you.

"Not bad," he murmurs, "for an...urginal." His hands grip your hair roughly, tilting your head back so that he can peer into your eyes. "But don't think this means we're done yet," he growls playfully. "I've only just begun to enjoy your company..."

With that ominous warning ringing in your ears, Dullahan stands and straightens his clothes, then turns on his heel and leaves the room without another word. The silence that follows his departure is almost deafening as you sit there in the dark, feeling the last few drops of his seed trickle down your throat. Your heart races wildly in your chest, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through you as you wonder what he has planned for you next...

The door swings inwards, revealing the hulking silhouette of Dullahan standing in the dimly lit hallway beyond. A smile tugs at his lips as he takes a few steps forward and crouches down beside you again. "Well now," he drawls lazily, running a rough hand through your hair, "it seems like someone's been a very good urinal tonight." There's an almost playful air to his tone, but there's also something else...a hint of possession that makes the skin on the back of your neck crawl.

Slowly, deliberately, he guides your head upwards until you meet his gaze. His eyes glint in the low light, a predator studying its prey. "Now," he continues with a soft chuckle, "it's time to see if you can be my...toilet." He pauses for effect, watching your expression closely. "You know what that means?"

As you look up at him in confusion, he grins wickedly. "It means I get to use you however I want," he explains casually, running a rough finger down your cheek and over your lips. Your heart pounds erratically against your ribs as you feel the weight of his words settle heavily upon you.

"So," he says finally, leaning in close enough that you can feel his hot breath against your neck, "are you ready for round two?" His hand grips the back of your head firmly once more, guiding it up and down as if to emphasize his point. "Because I am."

You swallow hard, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement welling up inside you. Your throat tightens instinctively at the thought of what might be coming next...but deep down, you can't help but

feel a small thrill coursing through you at the thought of being owned so completely by this enigmatic man. As his eyes bore into yours, a question hovering in their depths, your own gaze doesn't waver for even a moment. You want this, you realize with a jolt. You need it. Even if it means giving yourself up completely to him...to whatever twisted game he has in store for you.

A slow smile curls its way onto your lips as you nod once, just barely. His expression shifts from predatory to almost surprised. "Good," he breathes roughly against your ear before leaning back again, releasing his grip on your head. "Because I was hoping you'd say that." Then, with a grin that could be either feral or satisfied (or perhaps both), Dullahan begins to slide his hard length out of his pants and towards your waiting mouth.

His touch is rough against your skin as he guides himself towards you, teasing you by slowly rubbing the head of his cock across your lips and cheeks before finally thrusting it deep into your throat. Your eyes roll back in their sockets as he fills you up again, relishing the sensation of being used for this purpose, of knowing that he wants you just as badly as you want him.

"There," Dullahan purrs softly, "that's better." With a satisfied grunt, he begins to move, thrusting powerfully into your throat as his hips rock back and forth in steady rhythm. You choke and gag around his cock, feeling the hot spray of urine against your tongue as he releases himself once more directly down your throat. With each stroke, Dullahan growls deeper, losing himself more fully to the primitive pleasure of using

The thought brings a low chuckle rumbling through Dullahan's chest as he picks up his pace, knowing that you are about to experience the true depth of his dominance. He glances around the dimly lit hallway, momentarily considering if they might be caught before deciding against it; this was too good an opportunity for him to pass up. His eyes meet yours, hard and unyielding as he continues to pound into your throat.

"That's right," he growls hoarsely, "you're mine now. My plaything." Each thrust drives his words deeper into you, branding himself upon your soul. "And I can use you however I want." You feel a trickle of saliva slide down your cheek as Dullahan grinds against you, his powerful body moving in perfect sync with yours.

His hips snap forward sharply, driving his cock deeper than before; the sensation is almost too much, and you choke on a gasp, tears springing to your eyes from the force of it. He groans, his voice thick with lust as he feels himself on the brink of release once more. And then, finally, just as you're certain that you can't take another inch, he pulls almost all the way out and slams back into your throat hard enough to leave you gasping for breath.

Hot liquid sprays across your tongue and down your throat as Dullahan empties himself into you, his cock twitching erratically as he reaches climax. He remains still for a moment, letting the last tremors of pleasure course through him before pulling free with a contented sigh. His rough hand wipes roughly across your face, smearing tears and urine together.

"Now that," he whispers