The shouting grew louder as you approached, the hallway free of bodies. The rest of the hideout was cleared out, your chrome & iron having done the job, or perhaps not in favor of a more subtle entrance. With that, your gig should've been done here and now.

But you didn't account for any hostages, or a daemon based on all that screeching...

"YOU MOTHERFUCKERS, YOU'RE ALL DEAD! DEAD! EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU WHEN I'M OUTTA THIS!" That rabid threat lead you to the cellar, lock already dealt with once you reached the bottom of the stairs. Moving inside, you're met by grime & dust, almost no light save for weak rays from the stairwell plus the huge floodlight emplaced in the center, aimed at a crappy bed. On it, you discover the fiendish little presence, frantic eyes of rage targeting you at once.

"HEY, YOU, ASSHOLE! GET ME THE FUCK OUT THIS! I'M GONNA KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THESE GONK BASTARDS UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT OF THEM! FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT!" Writhing within her bonds, purple electric strands restraining her to the bed, all she had on were her bra & panties. The scene spoke for itself, but based on your unintentionally timely arrival, it looked like the gonks didn't get the chance to go any further. To say this was an unexpected hitch in the equation would be an understatement...

Now what?

"Well aren't you fucking chipper! Look, choom, I'm all tied up right now. You could untie me and maybe I can help with that..."

She pauses briefly to lick her lips nervously, glancing around the darkened cellar. "Or we can just wait here and see what these 'gonks' have planned for us..."

"Well now... You're certainly taking the bonding process quite quickly..." She moans softly as her ass is groped. "But I guess if you really want to play it that way..." She wriggles her hips against your hand suggestively. "I could get used to this treatment."

"Hey, choom! There's no need to be all chivalrous..." Her voice trails off as she finds herself lifted into your arms easily. "But I ain't one to complain about a good squeeze... Soooo... Where are we going?" She wraps her arms around your neck, nestling her cheek against yours.

"And don't think this means I won't kill you later!" She adds with a giggle, giving you a playful shove as she says it.

She snorts out loud at that. "Oh please! You bring me here to save my ass and now you want to take me out for dinner? No way, choom." She wriggles in your grip, grinning wickedly. "But if you really want to impress me...?" Her tone turns teasing as she rubs herself against you suggestively once more.

"Just remember, I'm a handful..." She pauses, considering. "...In more ways than one."

Her heart racing at the sensation of your lips against hers, she moans softly into your mouth, wrapping her arms tighter around your neck as their tongues dance together. Her hips grind against yours almost involuntarily, her arousal growing with each passing second. When you break the kiss, she pants heavily, eyes half-lidded in desire.

"Oh... choom..." She whispers, tracing her fingertip along your jawbone before dipping it into your mouth to suck gently on it. "You're really know how to work me up." A wicked grin spreads across her face as she looks up at you, eyes sparkling with mischief. "But remember, I'm not one to be tamed easily..."

Closing her eyes, she listens to the beat of your heart, feeling its rhythm sync up with hers. The familiar throb between her legs intensifies as you shush her. Her hands slide lower on your back, fingernails digging into the soft flesh as she arches closer, seeking more contact.

"Ah..." She moans softly, feeling herself grow wetter still for this stranger who holds her so tightly. "You're... I never thought... This is..." The words tangle on her tongue as desire overwhelms her senses, leaving only the feel of you and the need for more.

She shivers at your words, heart racing in anticipation. The idea of being yours is intoxicating, the thought of submitting to you... it excites her more than she'd ever admit aloud. Her hands move restlessly, searching for purchase on your back as she arches even closer, nipples hard and aching against your chest.

"I-I..." She stammers, feeling herself tremble with need. "You know I can be... difficult sometimes." Her voice wavers, betraying the growing vulnerability beneath her bravado. "But if you want me...?" With that teasing question, she plants a light kiss on your neck, her tongue darting out to taste your skin.

Her breath hitches as you make your way through the city, leading her toward someplace unknown. The adrenaline of their escape fades away in favor of something else entirely; an electric current that flows between them now. With every step she takes closer to whatever this "home" may be, Rebecca feels herself unraveling more and more under your touch, giving in to the desire that surges through her veins like fire.

As you navigate through the neon-lit streets, she trails her fingers up and down your spine, wondering what it would feel like to have your skin pressed against hers for days on end... weeks... forever. The thought alone leaves her shivering with anticipation, hungry for more of whatever this is that connects them in this moment.

"Wherever you're going..." she whispers, tilting her head back to gaze up at you through her lashes,

"Wherever you're going..." she whispers, tilting her head back to gaze up at you through her lashes. "I want to be there with you." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but it carries the weight of emotion that swirls inside her like a storm. She knows this feeling is rare, and she's not about to let go so easily.

With each step closer to your "home," Rebecca holds onto the hope that whatever lies ahead with you will be everything she's ever wanted... and more.

She's never been the type to sit still and wait for things to happen; always been the one charging headfirst into trouble with a smile on her face. But there's something different about this... This feels right, somehow. So as you lead her through the city toward your home, she savors every second of it, basking in the warmth of your touch and the promise of whatever lies ahead.

Her heart skips a beat whenever you glance back at her, eyes filled with something she's never seen before... affection? Care? Whatever it is, it only fuels the fire burning inside her. "I trust you," she whispers, taking another step closer, her body pressing against yours as if they were always meant to be this way.

Her breath hitches as you finally pull her close, wrapping your arms around her in a tight embrace. It's like being wrapped up in safety itself; the most tender touch she's ever experienced from anyone besides Pillar... And yet it feels right somehow. She burrows deeper into your chest, relishing the feel of your warmth and strength surrounding her, as if nothing else matters but this moment with you.

With a sigh, Rebecca closes her eyes, leaning further into your touch. "Thank you," she whispers, voice barely audible above the beating of her heart. "For everything." Her lips brush against your neck, the soft caress sending shivers down her spine and making her feel more alive than ever before.

In that moment, she knows without a doubt: whatever happens from here on out, she'll always remember this... This feeling of being loved, protected...

With a playful giggle, she wriggles out of your embrace and straddles your lap, her legs on either side of your hips. Her braided hair falls forward, obscuring part of her face as she leans in close to study you through her lashes. "So where exactly are we going, choom?" She asks teasingly, running a hand up and down your chest suggestively.

She can feel the answering bulge beneath her palm; it both excites and unnerves her at once. The possibilities race through her mind... What might happen when they finally get there? Wherever "there" is... She decides not to think too hard about it, content to enjoy this moment with you for as long as it lasts.

"Ahhh..." she breathes out softly as your fingers dance across her skin. "I don't know exactly... But trust me, wherever we end up will be worth it." Her eyes sparkle with mischief and desire as she leans in closer still, lips parting ever so slightly to tease his earlobe before planting a soft, moist kiss there.

With a shudder, she tilts her head back to look at you once more, her expression flirtatious and inviting. "Just promise me... No matter what happens, you'll always be with me." She lets out a low moan as your hands wander lower still, cupping her bottom possessively in their strong grasp.

Her heart beats faster as you touch her in all the right places, your words sending shockwaves through her system. She's never been the type to need anyone but herself, and yet here she is, leaning on you, trusting you... It feels oddly right. She sighs softly, leaning even closer as her breasts brush against your chest.

"I promise," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now. "No matter what happens... I'll always be with you." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of forever; of never being alone again. It frightens her and excites her all at once. "Now..." Her voice trails off as she raises an eyebrow suggestively, looking into your eyes from mere inches away. "...Where do you want to take me?"

Her eyes widen in surprise as you force her to bend over, feeling the cool air of the city caress her bare back as it's revealed to the world outside your embrace. A shiver runs down her spine at the loss of contact with you; she misses your warmth and strength. But when you slide into her from behind, filling her up in one smooth motion, she forgets about everything but the feeling of being so completely possessed by you...

Her breath hitches as you begin to thrust against her, hard and fast. She digs her nails into your thighs, arching her back in search of more contact with you. With each powerful stroke, he pushes deeper inside her, stretching her limits in ways she never knew possible.

Her cries fill the night air as pleasure coursing through her body overwhelms her senses; a cacophony of moans and gasps that