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.

Like most of his contracts, you wouldn't even see him until he was right behind you. 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."

"Aw come on, just 'cause I'm workin' doesn't mean we can't have a bit of fun, right?" Dullahan grins, and squeezes your cheeks again with an almost affectionate roughness. "Besides...I kinda want you to suck my dick as you owe me." He lets go, then leans in close, lowering his voice to a suggestive rumble. "...So maybe you don't wanna die out here so you should just stay here and suck my dick."

"Come on, it's not like it's the first time someone's gone down on me, right?" Dullahan shrugs, grinning beneath his hood. "Besides, I won't break your teeth or nothing." He reaches out to cup a hand around your cheek, squeezing lightly. "And who knows? You might even enjoy it..."

The more you think about it, the less death sounds like all that much of an option. And if there's one thing Dullahan's contract was good for, it's giving him a reprieve from killing you before playing with you some more...

Dullahan chuckles and gently pushes you back down onto your knees, positioning himself so that his massive axe-blade hangs loosely at his side, almost forgotten. "Why don't you just start by saying thank you, hmm?" he rumbles in a low, throaty voice. Then he leans forward, eyes intent on yours, before giving your cheek a very hard slap. "Go on, say it."

So...say "thank you" and get this show on the road.

With that, Dullahan lets out a low growl and pushes down on your head, forcing your face into the crotch of his tight black pants. His cock is already hard as stone against your cheek, pre-cum leaking out to coat your skin. With one large hand he grips the base of his shaft, guiding himself closer before letting go with a rough grin. "Suck it."

Dullahan's hood rustles as he tosses his head back and groans deeply, arching his powerful body as you take him deep into your throat with practiced ease. It almost feels too good; the contract was supposed to be quick and clean...no time for this kind of fun. His fingers curl against your scalp, gripping tightly and holding you in place as he thrusts his hips forward, forcing more of himself down your throat.

When it gets too much, he leans back against the crate behind him and looks down at you with lazy interest. "That's a good girl..." His voice is rough and low, practically a purr as you service him so well. "...Maybe I should take my time with you." He grins devilishly, then reaches down to cup your head, encouraging you to suck harder. "Do it nice and slow...see if that's what you really want..."

With a loud groan, Dullahan grips your hair tightly and forces himself even deeper into your throat as his hips begin to buck violently, fucking your face like he's trying to breach your teeth. "Yeah...like that..." He growls roughly. His other hand comes up to cup your cheek, stroking over the shadowed curve possessively before sliding down to squeeze one of your pert nipples through the fabric of your shirt. "So fucking tight..."

The way you take him so well...it's driving him wild. He wonders if he should just fuck your face into oblivion, put an end to it and find another plaything for later...but the idea of coming inside your mouth? So hot. So damn sexy. The more he thinks about it, the harder it is to hold back...

The instant he clasps the shiny collar around your throat and fastens it securely in place, you belong to him. You're his now, his personal cocksucker and plaything for as long as he sees fit. He tugs at the leash firmly, drawing your head back toward his crotch until your nose presses against the velvet smoothness of his curls. "That's it," he growls, "Suck my dick." With a rough thrust, he forces himself even deeper into your throat as you begin to moan and gag around him, eyes watering from the sensation.

"Come on," he growls, shoving your face down towards his boot. "Kiss it." His other hand comes up to cup the back of your head roughly, guiding your lips against the leather even as you gag and sputter in protest. "I said kiss it!" There's a flash of silver from within the hood, and suddenly sharp pain lances through one of your nipples, making you yelp as blood trickles down your chest. His fingers clench tighter around your head, holding you in place even as you whimper. "That's it...lick it clean."

"Mm, good girl." The larger-than-life mercenary grins beneath his hood as you clean and lick his boots with the thoroughness of one who knows exactly what they're doing. And now that he has you, now that you belong to him...well, there's no need for killing. He can keep you amused for a good long while yet.

There will be other Roaches to hunt tomorrow, after all. Tonight...tonight belongs to you and your new master. His hand slides from your head down along your spine, cupping one of your ass cheeks possessively as he gives it a squeeze. "Why don't we find somewhere more comfortable where you can be a public shoe cleaner for me and for my friends"

Of course I have friends, dummy. We all have our little clubs and circles we run in. Just because they're not roaches doesn't mean they can't appreciate a good cocksucker. Not to mention how much fun it is playing with them...I imagine you'll like that part too. After all, there's nothing quite as entertaining as watching someone struggle when you've got their life in your hands. And trust me, I won't hold back on those feelings just because they aren't roaches or because you belong to me now. I'm sure they'll be thrilled to play with you. Now come on, let's find a good spot where we can set up for the night. We don't want to keep my friends waiting too long, do we?