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[earlier]
A new round. Shame Narcaus was a survivor and the Don wasn’t the killer. That John Doe better be treatin’ her right, otherwise…
For the time being he just had his four main goons go around and ask the others who knew her whatever they knew about her. You know, so the Don could get to know his sugar baby better. What her likes are, what her dislikes are, what she enjoys eating the most. You know, those types of things. The goons had spread out, asking the other members of the survivors and the other killers for information about Narcaus. Most of them didn’t seem to know much about her, but some of them had some interesting things to say.
“H-Her?! Oh, uh…she’s really into shiny things. Uh, p-pearls, mostly…” – Elliot
“I don’t know what your boss sees in that monstrosity, but if he wants to know so badly I got three words for him, bubs: pickled red onions. Or just, you know, onions in general. I guess.” – Builderman
“Crazy little egg layer? Heh, Princess over here with her fancy little room Don made me make for her and all those fancy things he buys her; I’m surprised he’s still wondering what she’s interested in! Seems really into plants, though, but uh…d-, don’t ask iTrapped and I how we both know that….” – Chance
“Universal Domination. Now get out of my face before I gut you alive.” – 1x1x1x1
“………Meat. Any kind. of meat. She eats anything other than meat? Yeah, she’s an omnivore like the rest of us—aside from 1x, I mean—but she really, really likes meat. A LOT.” – Noli
The goons had found themselves with a plethora of information on the subject. Each and every one of them had a different answer for what the Don wanted to know of his lady. From one end of the spectrum to the other, it was quite the confusing topic. One thing was for sure, the Don's lady loved meat. Some of the goons looked at each other uncomfortably when they came to this conclusion, while others just straight up found it funny. Regardless of that, the information was written down and collected to be presented to the Don. The Don sat in a chair in the main living room, surrounded by the many goons that he had sent out to research about Narcaus' likes. Each of them sat in various places around the room, nervously waiting as the Don's fingers tapped the armrest of his chair. It was a slow, repetitive sound. His gaze fell on the goons, observing them with a keen eye. Their unease was palpable, and he reveled in their nervousness. For several long moments, he said nothing. The silence was intentional, a form of subtle control over the room. Finally, he broke the silence. "Well?" he asked, his voice stern and commanding. "Let's hear what you've found out." The goons exchanged glances, each waiting for another to speak up first. One of them eventually cleared his throat, the tension in the room still thick. "We…we asked around, boss. About your uh…about the lady. The other killers, and the survivors too. We got some stuff for ya." This particular goon fidgeted anxiously as he spoke. The Don's eyebrow raised slightly at the hesitancy in the goon's voice. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs. "Go on," he said, his voice cold and steely. "Don't keep me waiting. I'm a busy man, you know. I don't have all day to listen to you stumble over your words." The goon shrank slightly at the Don's stern tone, but he gathered his courage and continued. "Well, most of 'em didn't know much 'bout her. But some of 'em had some interesting stuff to say. Uh, boss…she's really into shiny things, the shiny stuff. Pearls, mostly." His voice was filled with an undercurrent of fear. “Yeesh,” Loretto thinks to himself as he leaned in to mutter his personal hearsay out the corner of his lip to him, standing in ovation with his arms behind his back to the Don's right as he always had, being his consigliere and all, "She sounds like a real magpie, boss, no wonder she likes all'a your GIFTS." He mutters to his boss. The Don's gaze shifted to Loretto, a hint of annoyance in his eyes as his consigliere made his little quip. He didn't appreciate the comparison, but the word "magpie" stuck in his mind. He leaned back, considering it. "A magpie, huh?" he mused, a slow smile spreading across his face. "That's rather fitting, isn't it? A small, resourceful creature that steals shiny things. It fits her perfectly."
The Soldier says to the Contractee, "Say, uh-ain't it weird the bossman's sugar baby sounds like a man-" and then gets elbowed in the gut by the Contractee, both which were hoping the Don didn't hear the soldier say what he said. The Don's sharp ears picked up the faint whispers and muffled comment. His expression darkened as he turned his gaze to the two goons. "Excuse me?" he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Say that again. I don't think I heard you clearly." His fingers drummed impatiently against the armrest of his chair, a clear sign of his growing irritation. The room went quiet, tension hanging heavy in the air. The goons exchanged panicked glances, knowing they were caught. The soldier gulped, his face going pale. "Uh…I…it was nothing, boss. Nothing important, really. The comment was-" The Don cut him off by raising a hand. "Nothing important?" he echoed, his voice like ice, "Nothing important? I heard what you said, and it is important to me." Loretto leaned in to the Don's ear, keeping his voice low. "Boss, I think it's just a foolish comment," Loretto's whispered, his tone cautious yet reassuring. "Don't trouble yourself with such trivialities. You've enough on your mind as it is." The Don sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. He had more important things to worry about than a comment made by one of his goons. But still, it irked him. He shot a sharp glance at the hapless goons. "Watch your mouths," he growled. "I don't care if you think she sounds like a man. You keep those thoughts to yourselves, understood?" The goons nodded frantically, their eyes wide with fear. They knew when they had crossed the line, and they weren't about to do it again. The tension in the room eased slightly, though a hint of unease still lingered. Loretto leaned in closer to the Don. "Boss, I think it's probably best to continue with the task at hand. We know she likes shiny things, and pearls in particular. It'll make buying things for her a lot easier, eh?" The Don nodded, his irritation slowly subsiding. He knew Loretto was right. It was better to focus on the positive aspects of Narcaus's interests rather than to dwell on the careless words of his goons. "You're right," he said, sighing. "We should move on. Let's hear the rest of what you've learned. And this time, keep your tongues in check."
"Eh, uh, boss?" one of his goons chimed in oh so suddenly as he entered his office unannounced, "There's something goin' on at the other lodge; some broad's got yer gal' up 'gainst her inna bit of a, uh-, a catfight-it," he taps another's arm with the back of his hand, "Magenta hair," he mutters to that other goon, "that Jane Doe, innit? John wife got 'erself some magenta hair, yeah, cuz' that who it is, that's…who it is." The Don's expression darkened once more at the goon's interruption. "A catfight?" he repeated, his voice low and dangerous. "Jane Doe, you say?" He clenched his jaw. Loretto, standing beside the Don, raised an eyebrow. "That's…quite unexpected." The Don's fingers drummed impatiently against the armrest again. "Damn it. Why is it that every time I try to relax for a moment, there's trouble stirring up?" One of the goons shuffled nervously under the Don's intense gaze. "Uh, boss…" another goon spoke up. "Should we…should we go check it out?" The Don considered the question for a moment, his eyes narrowing. "Yes," he said firmly. "We should. I won't have my lady getting into fights with anyone, especially not a member of another family." Loretto cleared his throat. "I'll come with you, boss. It might be best if you have some backup." The Don nodded in agreement. Getting up from his seat, he straightened his suit and took a deep breath. "Alright," he said, his tone resolute. "Let's go." The goons exchanged glances, knowing they were in for a potential show. The Don, along with Loretto, made their way out of the room and towards the lodge where the commotion was taking place.
[now]
The walk was fast paced but smooth enough to make 15 minutes turn into 11, but once they got to those doors, hack jobbed by 007n7 in his attempt at fixing the hole the Don made through them yesterday, expecting blood, spit and teeth, the Don was surprised to see Narcaus being manhandled by Shedletsky as he and his missus tried prying her off of Jane to release the poor woman from his sugar baby's attempted donna su donna cunnilingus! The Don froze for a moment, stunned by the scene unfolding before him. He wasn't expecting to see Narcaus being held back by Shedletsky. It was quite the sight, and it took him a moment to register what was actually happening. Loretto, standing beside the Don, was equally surprised. "What the…I was expecting something different," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. The goons behind them exchanged glances, some of them visibly struggling to suppress their laughter at the bizarre turn of events. He gave them a look to silence them, before he furrowed his brow and turned his attention back to what was going on in front of them. "NARCAUS!" he shouted, and quickly Narcaus snapped her attention from Jane to the Don. "Oh, uh, h-hi Daddy Don~!" she called out to him, her words coming out between grunts as Shedletsky continued to restrain her. The Don approached, his face stern. "What the hell is going on here?!" he demanded, his voice booming. Narcaus grins mischievously at the Don, her eyes gleaming with a twisted sort of glee. "Why, I was just showing our dear guest here what it means to be owned," she purrs, gesturing to the prone and horrified Jane. "Isn't that right, little housewife~?" The Don's expression darkens, his gaze flicking between Narcaus and Jane before settling on the blonde temptress. "Get off her." Narcaus chuckles, her eyes shining with an almost sadistic glint as she continues to hold on to Jane. "Oh come on, Daddy Don," she purrs, her voice filled with a mocking sweetness. "Why should I? She's just a little housemaid. It's not like anyone's gonna miss her if she's all torn up~." The Don's jaw clenches as he takes a step closer to Narcaus. "I said, get off her." His tone is low and dangerous. My, wasn't she in a playful mood, today? She decided to stick her tongue out at him! So, naturally, he made her get off Jane himself. The Don had had enough of her antics, and he wasn't about to let her continue causing trouble. With a swift movement, he grabbed her arm and wrenched her off of Jane, firmly gripping her with a tight grasp. He towered over her, his gaze hard and unyielding. "That's enough," he said, his voice cold and commanding. "You've had your fun. Now it's time for you to behave." The temperature in the room dropped a couple degrees as he pulled her away and out of the lodge back to the one the killer's resided in.
The Don's grip was unrelenting as he pulled Narcaus away from the lodge, each step he took carrying a weight of authority. His expression was stern; his eyes filled with a mix of anger and disappointment. The goons followed close behind, some of them whispering to each other in hushed tones. "Never seen the Don this angry before…" one of them muttered. The little 4'5" grown-ass woman whined the whole way to the killer's lodge, and halfway up to the Don's office. "All'a you, get back to work!" he ordered his goons as he tossed Narcaus inside the room, making sure she landed on the sofa and not elsewhere before marching in himself. "I got some 'personal business' to attend to!" and then he slammed the door shut once he made sure they were all out. Narcaus pouted on the sofa, her earlier playfulness replaced by a petulant defiance. She crossed her arms and sulked, still recovering from being manhandled by the Don as he stands over Narcaus, his massive frame looming, his eyes blazing with anger and a hint of something darker, more primal. "You've been a very bad girl, Narcaus," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "Playing your little games, causing trouble, embarrassing me in front of my men. You know I don't tolerate that kind of behavior." His grip on her arm tightens, his fingers digging into her metallic flesh. He lets go of her arm and grabs her by her waist lifting her up with ease before sitting down and setting her stomach first on his lap. "Y'wanna act like a brat, yer gonna get treated like one!" he says as he raises her dress and exposes her plump rear end. The Don's large hand comes down hard on her exposed ass, the sharp smack echoing through the office. The sting radiates through Narcaus's body, but she can't help the surprised yelp that escapes her lips despite how she'd rather moan to show how arousing he is when he gets pissed off at her like this, sometimes. He smacks her ass again, harder this time, his palm connecting with her flesh in a stinging slap. "Count them out, you little brat," he growls, his breath hot against her ear. Narcaus bites her lip, trying to stifle a moan as the Don's hand comes down on her ass once more. The sharp sting mingles with a growing heat between her legs. "One," she pants out, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. The Don's hand connects with her flesh again, harder this time. "Two," she gasps, squirming in his lap. He grabs her hair, yanking her head back. "You're not getting off that easy," he growls, his other hand coming down on her ass again. "Three." Narcaus moans, her hips grinding down against the growing bulge in the Don's pants. He smacks her again, harder, his voice a low rumble in her ear. "Keep counting, slut."
"Four~!" Narcaus whimpers, her body trembling with need as the Don continues to spank her. The Don's hand comes down hard on Narcaus's ass again, the sharp slap echoing through the room. "Five," she pants out, her voice ragged with a mix of pain and pleasure. Her body writhes in his lap, grinding down against the prominent bulge straining against his pants. The Don growls, his grip on her hair tightening. "You like this, don't you? Getting spanked like a naughty little brat?" His hand comes down on her ass again, the force of it jolting Narcaus forward. "Six," she cries out, her voice strained with need. The Don's other hand slides up her thigh, pushing her dress up further. "You're so wet already," he growls, his fingers brushing against her slick folds. "You really do like being punished." Narcaus whimpers, her hips bucking against his touch. "Seven." The Don's hand comes down on her ass seven time, each slap harder than the last. Narcaus's body trembles and writhes with every impact, her breath hitching in her throat. The mix of pain and pleasure courses through her veins, leaving a warm, tingly sensation in its wake. She moans and pants, counting out each smack as the Don demands. Her hair is tangled in his fist, and her head pulled back as he spanks her harder and harder. Every smack feels like a jolt of electricity, going straight to her core. "You're such a little dirty girl," he growls in her ear, his hand stilled against her skin. "You love this, don't you? Having me spank your naughty ass, knowing you've been a bad girl~." He punctuates his words with another hard slap, then another. Narcaus cries out, her hips grinding down desperately against his crotch. She's so turned on, so worked up, she can barely think straight. "Eight, nine~!" she counts out, her voice strained and needy. The Don chuckles, his voice thick with arousal and power as he continues to punish Narcaus's ass. "You're a little tramp, aren't you? Bending over for me, showing me how much you need this." He spanks her again, his hand coming down hard on her flesh. "You count your spanks with that pretty mouth and tell me you like this, you little brat." Narcaus moans, her body trembling with need as the Don continues to spank her. The Don's hand comes down hard on Narcaus's ass again, the sharp slap echoing through the room. "Ten," she pants out, her voice ragged with a mix of pain and pleasure. Her body writhes in his lap, grinding down against the prominent bulge straining against his pants. The Don growls, his grip on her hair tightening.
The Don's fingers tighten in her hair, a cruel smirk on his face as he looks down at her. He leans down, his breath hot against her ear. "Don't think I don't know how much you enjoy this. You're dripping wet, and you're still counting your spanks like a good little slut. You like it when I hurt you, don't you? Since I first laid eyes on ya, mio amore, all I've been doin' was chase'n you around while you were gigglin' like a lil' SCHOOLGIRL." He ceases his barrage of spanks and pulls down the front of his tight, black pants and the boxers underneath them, letting himself fling out like a rising plant, his other hand still knotted up into her long, blonde hair. "How much ya wanna feel all 12-inches of my pure Italian sausage, huh~?" Narcaus's eyes widened as she stared at the Don's impressive manhood, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. She squirmed on his lap, the heat between her legs becoming almost unbearable. "Please, Daddy Don," she whimpered, her voice dripping with need. "I need it. I need you. Fuck me with that big, beautiful cock." She reached back, her hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking him teasingly. He grabbed her by the wrist and removed her hand from around his cock before letting go of both her wrist as well as her hair and turned her so she was keeled over on his lap with her ass raised and her upper body lowered, his long spade rubbing against her entryway softly, allowing the slickness of her wet labial tangents to welcome his cock like a mighty foreign king before taking his shaft into his one hand and aiming it down with his palm's weight to push solely the tip to her open womanhood; to taunt it, to rub it, to make it question whether it would receive his entry or denial of it. "Ya really want it, now, don't ya' sugar baby~." He teased her, and oh she went wild over it; but he kept his other hand firm on her waist so she wouldn't dive-bomb his hard dick into herself on him. He leaned in close, his stubble rasping against her cheek as he growled in her ear. "Beg for it, Narcaus. Beg me to fuck you like the desperate little slut you are." His cock teased her entrance, rubbing against her slick folds and making her ache with need. But he held her in place, denying her the release she craved. "Tell me how much you want Daddy Don's big Italian cock." Narcaus moaned lewdly, her body trembling with need as he teased her with his massive member. "Daddy Don, please, I need you," she whined, her voice thick with desire. "I want you inside me, please. I'm so wet for you already, I can't wait anymore. Please, please, please use that big, hard Italian cock. Stretch me open and fill me up with your cum, Daddy Don. Please, I'm begging you!"
The Don chuckles darkly, enjoying the sight of her squirming and begging for his cock. "Oh~, you're gonna get it, dumpling," he said in dark perversion of dominance before slowly moving his hands up Narcaus's body to her sides just below her breasts and sits her up on his lap, still taunting her wet, steamy cunt with his tip and his shaft. The Don then scootched himself to the left of the sofa and stood up, making Narcaus lean back and lounge with her legs spread wide; but that was her plan compared to his. His plan was already set into motion as he picked her up like a small doll and flipped her upside down, holding her body to his so close she ended up swallowing his girth whole with loud audible swiftness in his sudden motions! "So, ya like cunnilingus. Don't you baby~?" he gently held the back of her head firm with one hand as he balanced her against the wall with the other before pushing her cocks aside with his freed hand to reveal the location of her swelling clit. "Don't worry, Narcee, honey~. The others know all too well not to interrupt our - 'personal business'. Just relax and enjoy that fat dick in yer mouth~." She chokes slightly as he thrusts his cock deep into her throat, the thick heat filling Narcaus's mouth as she gags against the sheer size of him. The Don holds her firmly against the wall, her body angled so her head bobs effortlessly as he fucks her face, his free hand playing with her clit. Arousal drips down her thighs as she struggles to breathe, eyes watering as he pistons his hips forward relentlessly. "Damn, you take it so well," he groans, thick with lust as he watches his length disappear between Narcaus's lips. His fingers circle her clit faster, pressing harder as he moves her head back and forth on his cock. "Good girl. Now show me how much you love this fat Italian meat." He lets go of her head and relieves her clit of his fingers only to quicken his thrusting and use his mouth and tongue on her sore, red, swollen clit, the sounds of her gagging becoming louder under the slapping sounds of his nuts smacking against her forehead, drool pooling from between Narcaus's lips and the smearing of the Don's whole cock as it pistoned in and out of her throat with the ease of an expertise. The Don's mouth devours her, his tongue swirling around Narcaus's clit with skilled precision as his thick cock pulses in her throat. His large hands grip her thighs possessively, holding her in place as he licks and sucks her pussy with hungry abandon. Narcaus's vision swims from lack of oxygen, tears streaming down her face as his girth stretches her throat obscenely wide. When he finally pulls back, letting you gasp for air, his cock remains deep in her mouth, the swollen tip hitting the back of her throat as he grinds his hips slightly. "Fuck, yeah," he growls, voice rough with lust.
She feels his hand grip her hair once more and holds her in place, her neck straining from the awkward angle and the relentless pace of his thrusts. Her eyes water as her cheeks hollow from the sheer girth and length of him, her throat working to accommodate him despite the rough treatment. "Mmm~…such a perfect little cocksleeve," he purrs, punctuating his words with deep thrusts that make her gag and choke. His free hand moves to toy with her clit again, rough fingers rubbing tight circles as his tongue darts over her sensitive flesh. The Don moans deeply as Narcaus's throat muscles flutter around his shaft, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through his entire body. He quickens his pace, fucking her mouth with purposeful, powerful thrusts that leave no doubt who's in control. Her body twitches as he keeps up his relentless assault on her clit, the stimulation building to an overwhelming intensity even as his cock fills her throat completely. "You're so damn good at this. You like being used like a toy, don't ya? Your mouth was made for this, just you and your needy little hole. And you've got me wanting more of it, you know that? You want to be used more, don't ya? To have me just grab you whenever I want and get off with your body. You like that huh?" He leans down, looming over her as he cages her in with his strong arms, his cock swaying between them with its sheer size. Narcaus nods rapidly, her face flushed with arousal, her body still quivering from the intensity of his touch. "Y-yes, Daddy Don. I want to be used. I want to be your toy," she whimpers, the words heavy with need. He lets out a dark chuckle at her answer, moving closer until his cockhead is resting against her chest. "Good. 'Cause I ain't gonna be gentle with you, baby," he growls before pushing her back onto the sofa. He climbs over the armrest and on top of her, gently moving her so they were spooned between one another in missionary. "And don't you worry your pretty little head 'bout those unfertilized eggs you've been popping out~," he pats her on the head softly before she begins to hear the sound of crinkling paper being eventually torn, "I come prepared with my women~." She moans loudly as he pushes her down onto the sofa, positioning her for him to have complete access to her body. "Daddy Don, please," she pants out, her body trembling with need. She squirms in anticipation as he opens the condom he brought out. "I need you so bad, please give it to me. I've been a good girl. Please, please, please…" The Don smirks as he rolls the condom down his thick shaft, his hands moving with practiced ease. "Yeah, you been real good for me, Narcee," he rumbles, his voice thick with arousal as he nudges the head of his cock against her dripping entrance. "Real fuckin' good. Now let's see how good you can take me, huh?" He doesn't wait for an answer before thrusting into her in one smooth motion, filling her completely as a loud moan tears from her throat. The Don's body presses against hers, his hips rolling to bury himself deeper as his hands grip her thighs, spreading her wider for his pleasure. "Fuck, yeah…so goddamn tight." She moans lewdly as he invades her from above, her legs spreading wide to accommodate him. The feeling of his hot, thick skin against hers drives her wild, her body arching up to meet his thrusts. "Oh, Daddy Don, yesss!" Narcaus cries out, her fingers digging into the couch cushions as he pounds into her relentlessly. The Don's thrusts become more powerful, his hands gripping her thighs so tight they leave marks as he pushes her body to its limits.
"You like that, baby? You like how I'm using your tight little pussy?" He growls, his movements becoming more erratic as he nears his peak. Narcaus can feel his cock pulsing inside her, the size and force of his thrusts pushing her closer and closer to her own orgasm. "Yes, yes, yes!" The Don moves at an animalistic pace, his mind completely clouded with pure carnal desire. With one hand on her hip and the other on her neck, he pins her down, his body pressing onto hers. He leans in, his breath hot and heavy against her ear. "You're gonna take it all like the good little girl you are." His voice is low, rough, a guttural grunt that betrays the intensity of his lust. "Daddy's gonna fill you up so good, you won't even remember your own name." The Don increases his pace, his thrusts becoming more powerful and primal as he feels his climax approaching. He growls into her ear, his hand tightening slightly on her neck. "Cum for me, baby. Show Daddy how much you love this." Narcaus's body responds to his words and actions, her muscles tensing as an intense orgasm builds. She moans loudly, her nails digging into the left armrest of the sofa as her ass arches against his pelvis, her two cocks thickening into stiff, throbbing poles over the feeling of his rubbered cock squeezing its way in and out of her tightness while his balls slap against her own. "Daddy Don, I'm so close, please don't stop!" The Don groans, his movements becoming more erratic as he feels her walls clench around him. "You better tell me how much you love me, how you only want me," The Don says, his voice ragged with pleasure, his hand gripping her chin to turn her face toward his. He leans in to kiss her forcefully, his tongue slipping deep into her mouth, his eyes locking onto hers. "Say it. Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours, Daddy Don!" Narcaus gasps between breathless moans, her voice cracking with overwhelming ecstasy. "Only yours! No one else! You're the only one who knows how to make me feel like this!" His hand moves from her chin to tangle in her hair, tilting her head back as he grinds his pelvis hard against her rear. The Don's grip tightens in her hair, his breathing ragged. "That's right, baby," he says, his tone rough and possessive. "I'm the only one who gets to touch you like this. You're mine, all mine." He pulls her hair hard, tugging her head back to expose her neck. He leans in, his teeth grazing her skin. "Say it again. Tell me you belong to me." Her body arches beneath him as he fucks her mercilessly, each powerful thrust driving Narcaus deeper into the couch cushions. The Don's grip in her hair pulls sharply, forcing her head back, exposing her throat to his hot breath. His teeth graze her skin, not quite biting, but promising. She can feel the thick length of him pulsing inside her, stretching her to their absolute limit. The condom can't muffle how utterly massive he feels, how his cockhead brushes that perfect spot inside her pussy with every movement. "I belong to you, Daddy Don," she whimpers, her words fracturing as her body trembles with need. "Only you can make me feel like this." The Don's grip tightens; his breath ragged in her ear. "That's right, you belong to me," he growls, his voice deep and dangerous. "You're my good little slut, and I'm gonna make sure you remember it." His mouth moves down her neck, kissing and biting her flesh, leaving marks that will last for days. "Say it again. Tell me how much you want me~!"
"I need you so bad, Daddy Don," Narcaus whimpers, her hands clawing at the couch cushions as he fucks her with brutal intensity. His grip in their hair tightens, pulling her head back sharply as he pistons his hips, his thick cock stretching her open with every deep thrust. The Don groans against her neck, the vibrations rumbling through their bodies. "That's it, baby…" he slows, he swells, she can feel his cum filling the condom on his cock inside of her. The Don leans against her, his body trembling with exhaustion, their breathing ragged and synchronized. He releases her hair, his hand tracing a lazy pattern across the curve of Narcaus's neck. "That's my good girl," he murmurs, his voice low and satisfied. "You took it so well for me." He leans in to kiss her, his mouth possessive and claiming. Then…. "But. I find out you fucked another man again, honey~." he brushes a firm finger up and down against the side of her face and her cheek. "And yer GETIN' the CHASTITY BELT put on so you don't get anymore 'BAD idEas' durin' each round." He slowly pulls himself out, letting her moan as she feels each jolt of the cum-filled condom hanging from his 12-incher move as it makes it way out of her hot, used pussy with it. "So, Narcee, in case you start wondering why John Doe ain't got much TEETH in his MOUTH after ya leave…now ya' know why~…" The Don shifts his massive frame off of her, stretching his arms overhead with a satisfied groan. His muscles ripple as he stands to the side, propping himself up on one elbow against the wall. The condom still hangs heavy and glistening from his cock, catching the dim light of his office. He reaches over to the nightstand and tosses it into the trash with a flick of his wrist, never breaking eye contact with her. "You done good, sugar," he purrs, tracing a finger down her heaving chest as she rolled onto her back, her eyes ever lustful in his amber etched orbs. His rough fingertips circle her nipple under her dress before giving it a sharp pinch. "But let's get one thing straight." He leans closer, his breath hot against Narcaus's ear. "This pussy—is mine." The Don moves to crawl back onto her, looming over her smaller frame. His eyes gleam with a possessive glint as he growls deep in his throat again. "And don't think I won't remind you, Narcee." He leans in, his lips brushing against her neck. "I might have to get a collar for ya."
Her body throbs with intense satisfaction, every nerve ending humming in delight as The Don's large frame envelops her once more. His hot breath cascades across their collarbone, leaving trails of fire in its wake. The Don's eyes burn with a fierce, possessive intensity as he gazes down at Narcaus, his large hand coming to rest on her hip with an almost ownership-like grip. "So, Narcee," The Don purrs, his gravelly voice sending shivers through them. "You've got me all hot and bothered again, just like that." His thumb traces lazy circles on her hip, occasionally dipping lower to brush against the tender flesh of her pussy. "But I gotta know, baby~. You ain't gonna let some outsider treat ya like they're your cadet, are ya? You're no pimp's little baby, ain't ya now…~?" The Don chuckles darkly, his hand leaving her hip to run through her blonde hair, tilting her head up so she was looking at him straight. his gaze intense, almost feral as he spoke, "You belong to me, and me alone. No one else gets to touch you, kiss you, or even look at you like this except me. Understand." His fingers wind through her hair, tugging her head back and forcing her neck to arch as his teeth graze her skin. "You're mine, and I won't let anyone else have you." Narcaus gasps, her body tensing at the sudden sharp pull of The Don's grip in her hair, her back arching instinctively. The Don's teeth graze her throat, sending hot jolts through your body as he pulls her closer. His free hand slides down to cup her breast roughly, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through the thin fabric of her dress. "You feel that?" The Don growls against her skin. "That's what happens when you tease me too much." His thumb brushes over Narcaus's hardened nipple, applying just enough pressure to make her whimper. "I don't share, baby."
The Don's possessiveness becomes tender, the grip on her head going limp and soft in her locks of golden hair, the pressure he had put on her nipple gone as he cupped her cheek lovingly and began to kiss her up and down from her forehead to the bottom of her chin closest to the nape of her neck. "La mia colomba~," oh, his sweet words; the sweet foreign tongue of a mortal man~! His kisses were soft and his hold on her tender, like the confusing emotion that was the very word "love"~! He plants light kisses like the fluttering wings of her favored insect onto her soft lips in his Italian way, "Mia cara, mia preziosa e bellissima colomba. Mi fai impazzire per te!" he gives her more on her lips, savoring the sweet taste of a feeling in their hearts that made hers buzz about like a vibrator on its highest setting, "Un giorno ci sposeremo, oh, posso solo immaginarlo per ora, amore mio!" the Don presses his lips harder against hers for brief seconds as he goes on in a tongue she knew not about, "Tu e io condivideremo la mia villa a Rocity, un chalet in TOSCANA, due cagnolini francesi da far giocare con il mio coniglio come amici e QUATTRO MERAVIGLIOSI BAMBINI da chiamare nostri~!" and he releases her, takes her by the hands into his own, "Non puoi solo immaginare che vita meravigliosa sarebbe per noi, Narcaus?" All she understood was her name, but he seemed so enamored in whatever yapfest he went himself into, so she nodded with the warmest smile, and the Don soon looked as though he was over the moon by her response alone! The Don smiled warmly, his amber orbs shimmering as he brought Narcaus's hands to his chest, holding them against his heart. "Ah, mia colombella~." he murmured, his voice soft and tender as he said those familiar words. He lifted her hand and placed a tender kiss to the back of her hand. "I can see it now. Our lives together, in that Tuscan villa by the lake. Our four beautiful children running around, laughing and carefree." He pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist. "It's almost too good to be true, isn't it?"…wait-that's what he said, wait what-the Don beams down at her, his amber eyes bright and alive with a radiant joy that nearly steals her breath. His thumbs rub gentle circles against her palms as he holds Narcaus's hands, his massive frame leaning in closer until his face is mere inches from hers. "You get me, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. His large hands suddenly release her only to cup her face with unexpected tenderness. The rough pads of his thumbs stroke along her cheekbones as he gazes at them with an intensity that makes her heart pound. "I never thought I'd find someone who understood me like this," he confesses, his voice rough with feeling. "Someone who actually wants all of this." Narcaus's breath catches in her throat as The Don holds her face in his hands, his amber eyes searching her with an intensity that sets the forsakened goddess's skin ablaze. His thumbs stroke her cheekbones with surprising gentleness, his calloused fingers a sharp contrast to the softness in his touch. His warmth surrounds her, his large body shielding her from everything but him. "I've been with a lot of women," The Don continues in a low voice, the words rough as gravel but somehow tender. "But none of them ever wanted this. Not like you do." His hands slide down to cradle her neck, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin beneath her false ears. "They wanted the money, the lifestyle—but not the real me." He pecks her once more, a slow kiss, on her tender lips. "I know it was an accident, honey, you hooking up with the Doe man in the previous round you were in," he whispers to her, "I know you needed some void to fill in~. I love ya, Narcaus, I know you wouldn't be for real about fucking some other guy…right?" His gaze burns into hers, searching for any sign of hesitation or dishonesty. The question lingers, thick with expectation and possession as Narcaus's skin flushes under his touch, the rough fingers pressing gently against her throat. His cologne—something woody and expensive—fills her lungs as he moves closer, his face nearly touching hers. "Right?" he repeats, his words carrying unmistakable need. She swallows hard, feeling the muscles in her throat work beneath his hands. Every inch of her is aware of him—the heat emanating from his body, the way his breathing has quickened just slightly, the possessive hunger in his amber eyes.
She can feel the tension radiating off him, the desire and the need and the raw, primal ownership burning through his veins. The Don's hand tightens around her throat, his fingers digging into her soft flesh just enough to make her gasp for air. "Answer me," he growls, the words rumbling in his chest, his gaze never leaving hers. "Are you mine." It's not a question. It's a demand, an order that brooks no argument. His fingers tighten around her neck, her pulse pounds under his grip, fluttering like a trapped bird. His amber eyes darken as he watches her throat work beneath hand, taking in every gasp and quickened breath. "Yes," Narcaus breathes, and the Don's expression transforms instantly. A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his lips as his thumb brushes over her windpipe. "Say it like you mean it," he murmurs, and there's something almost playful in his words, a dark amusement that makes her stomach clench with equal parts apprehension and excitement. "I'm yours." He hums, his thumb pressing against her windpipe in a gesture that's both threatening and possessive. "Again," he says softly, his voice a low purr. "Louder. I want to hear how much you want to be mine." He leans in, his lips brushing against her ear, and his words sending a shiver down Narcaus's spine. "Say it like you goddamn mean it, baby." Oh, Gods, was he hot when he acted like this. He was as hot acting dominant as he is when acting tender, and she relished in it~! "I'm yours," Narcaus gasps, the words tumbling out of her like a confession. His amber eyes darken at her submission, his face breaking into that dangerous, hungry smile that always sends fire racing through her veins. "That's what I like to hear," he growls, and before she can react, he spins her around with effortless strength, pressing Narcaus's back against his chest. She tries to catch her breath, her body quivering with anticipation as he presses her back against his muscular frame. His breath is hot against her ear, his words like a tantalizing tease. "You're such a good girl," he murmurs, his voice rich and thick as honey. "Just begging for whatever I give you, aren't you~?" His hands slide down her sides, his touch firm and possessive, as if he's claiming her all over again. And through all this arousal from today, the wings on the sides of her head quiver and ruffle their feathers, the dove's coo escaping from her lips as he began planting kisses all over her again, and oh so slowly another unfertilized egg pushes itself out from her used vaginal entry onto his office's floor. "Awe~," the Don coos out himself at the sight of it, "my little dove." He plants a firm yet loving kiss onto her closest cheek before helping her fix herself up and laying her back down lounging on her side on the whole sofa and petting the side of her head softly under his calloused hand. "Ya hungry, honey~?" he asked caringly, and she would nod. The Don then fixed himself up and walked over to the door and opened it a bit. "Hey!" he called down to his goons, "One'a you bring the lady and I up some waters, and then all four of ya go to the survivor's lodge and have Elliot cook us up a big pie! Pizza's on me, tonight, boys!" Oh, she heard them cheering downstairs from the other side of the wall; his men sure did love pizza, they seemed ecstatic over the proclamation their boss made just now!
The Don heads back to the sofa and gently helps you sit up on the couch, his amber eyes burning with a primal intensity as he settles beside you. His large hand rests possessively on your thigh, thumb stroking gentle patterns into your skin. The unfertilized egg on the floor catches your attention for a moment before he gently guides your face back to his, his gaze softening. "You know, I've always been fascinated by you," he says, his words husky and low. "Your beauty, your strength…and those incredible wings." His fingers trace the edge of one wing, careful not to disturb its delicate feathers. "I bet they feel as soft as they look. Is it okay if I…?" She instinctively leaned into his touch, a soft set of dovey coos escaping her lips and he nods, a small, genuine smile crossing his features before he gently cupped one of her wings in his hands, his fingers tracing the delicate feathers with awe and gentleness. "Incredible. They're like silk under my fingers." The Don's amber eyes lock onto hers, burning with desire and something deeper, more tender. His thumb brushes against Narcaus's cheekbone as he gazes at her. "You know, Narcaus, I've been thinking." His other hand moves to cup her cheek, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "All these 15 long, grueling minutes of walking for us to get to one another; why don't ya just screw the Spectre in the ass, and move into the killer's lodge here, with me and the others? My room's big enough for two people, y'know…" The Don gazes down at her, the intensity of his gaze making her breath catch. He gently cups her face in his hands, gently tilting it up to meet his gaze. There's a possessive gleam in his eyes as he looks down at her, like he's already made up his mind about something. His hand moves to her thigh, his fingers tracing circles on her soft skin. "What do you think, baby?" His thumb brushes against her cheek as he studies her face. "It'd be nice having you around more often, yeah?"
"It'd be…It'd be…nice. actually."
The Don's expression softens into a smile, his eyes softening as well. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle and tender. "Is that a yes, then?" He leans in closer, his breath warm against her skin. He brushes his thumb against her jawline, his touch soft and gentle. "You gonna ditch that Spectre and his silly little rules and come live the high life with me? I can have you on my arm every night." A slow, coy smile crosses Narcaus's face as she nodded, and he lets out a low chuckle, his thumb still tracing lazy circles on her jaw. The Don pulls Narcaus closer, his arm wrapping around her waist as he nuzzles into her neck, breathing in deeply like he's memorizing her scent. "Knew you'd say yes," he murmurs against her skin, the vibration of his words making Narcaus shiver. His free hand slides up her side, coming to rest just below her breast. "You belong here, Narcaus. With me." His fingers tighten slightly, not painful but possessive, claiming. "Gonna take such good care of you."