He continues to pound her, fucking her deeply as their tongues dance. Images dance around in her mind, showing her filled with his seed, growing pregnant with his child, a child that will someday grow into a powerful man who dominates and ravages her, and as she's fucked both in her fantasies, and in reality, she cums again. The fantasy fails to come to pass, however, as he pulls away and flips her onto her stomach, pulling her onto her hands and knees before entering her ass with a sharp thrust. Soon, she finds that anal is as delicious an experience to her as regular sex, coming to relish the feeling as he fucks her from behind. "Finally, you're mine! You're all mine!"
Rebecca handed the keys to the requisitioned car she had used and left at the destroyed bar to Yara, telling her to use it to get home before pulling her into a final hug. Telling her things would be fine. If there was nothing else, then she'd take the helicopter that James had arrived into to what she supposed was her home now. Spending the time fuzzing over James wounds if he followed along, along with her own. Rebecca wasn't much for conversation, taking the opportunity to catch a few moments of sleep so she wasn't wholly exhausted when arriving. But there was an opportunity for some of that if he wanted. When awake, she gazed at the rising moon, feeling it calling to her.
James tried to relax in the helicopter ride, there wasn't much use to talk in the noisy cabin. @Tjf Arriving at the mansion again, James called some men to the helipad take the biker away, interrogate him about more slaver dens in LA before they wiped his mind. He stretched and sighed, James started to go to the main building, when he turned and looked back to Rebecca, 'Aren't you coming... big sis?'
@unisol_gr44 In the helicopter, both of them are able to have their wounds patched up and catch up on some sleep. They arrive back at the compound, refreshed.
As her dirty mind plays her debauched fantasy, Melissa squirts over and over. Aaaahn... raising a child... just so he could fuck me over and over... mmh... why... why does thst turn me on so muuuuch! "Mmmhn! Aaaahhn!" The sexy milf squealed in delight, her pussy tightening around his shaft as it wanted to make the fantasy real. But as he pulled out, Melissa's pussy desperately clung to his cock, "Noooo." Whining, just as Lawrence flipped her over. "M-my p-aaaaahn!" The sexy milf couldn't even beg fornher cunt to be stuffed, as he easily enters her tight asshole thanks to her juices coating his meatpole. "Aaaahn! My aaaasss.... cumming from my assss! Mmmmhhh!" She moaned, her body shuddering from another orgasm. "Hhhaaaahn! I didn't know anal felt this gooooood!" She squealed as her eyes rolled back into her head, while her tongue lolled out of her mouth.
"Not yet." Although having him call her 'big sis' made her almost reconsider, and she smiled wryly at him. "Want to stretch my legs and run... alone. Once I finish, I might knock on your door or window to check-in if you're asleep. Lil' brothers like you need it if they are too grown big and strong." Making a mocking grimace. "Ugh, not sure about this. Prefer to call you James." Rebecca made her way to the edge of the compound, preparing to transform.
'Yeah, I don't think it really works either,' James chuckled, 'You'll be transforming into an animal? If it was me I'd probably fly through the night as an owl or bat.' He smiled, 'Well then, have fun in the woods, Rebecca. Good night.' @Tjf The young man looked after he for a moment as she went to the edge of the compound, then turned and headed for the director's office. He still had to explain the situation and pick up his cat.
What happens next is a blur of pure pleasure as Melissa loses track of where she is. She comes to her senses a little later, her ass and lower back coated in cum. She can't see Lawrence anywhere, but he's left her a glass of champagne and a bottle of water, the hydration sorely needed after all the sweating she did during the animalistic fuck.
She's let out into the woods, a half moon shining down brightly to illuminate the trees, fresh air upon her face. As her form becomes more and more animalistic, she begins to smell the scent of game.
The Director sits behind her desk, still working, though it's late in the evening. Jade/Alice lies curled up beside the woman's computer, perking her head up lazily as James is let into the office. "Good evening. I take it the mission was successful? Where is Yara?"
James went up to the director's desk and petted his cat, 'Good evening. I see you're getting along well, thanks for keeping her company. There were some complications. We ended up taking down a slaver ring where the other catgirls were held captive. They're at Yara's place with her now, near a sushi bar in the city. Yara wants to find a place for them before she comes back. But she's safe, I can give you the address.' James got out his phone and gave the director the address of Yara's basement flat.
"Haaahn... haaahn." Panting as she regained consciousness, Melissa grabs the bottle of water. Desperately drinking from it as she recovers from another intense fuck session. She looks around the room, wondering where Lawrence went, and checking the clock to see how long they went at it. Though as Melissa noticed her torn nylons, and panties, she decides to discard them. Removing the soaked underwear, she heads to the bathroom to throw them away, and get a nice long shower.
Well annoyed, she knew he wouldn’t fight with the director, placing a hand on his shoulder to start guiding him out. “No ma’am. We’ll be getting ready,” Excusing herself and her ward, they left the office to head back outside to start loading and preparing with whatever they needed, Alicia chatting with apprentice while they did. “Work hard for me.” She spoke while they loaded up their weapons. “It’s hard to imagine with all your skills that the girls won’t be swooning over you.” In a rare joking mood, she had aimed to try to tease him a bit.
“That's alright, it's obvious this sort of thing is a rare exception rather than something that happens often here.” Seres reassured the waiter while Celine paid for their meal. “Shall we go?” She smiled at her date once they were ready to leave.
"Yara got in contact with me earlier." The director nods, as James' cat buts its head against his palm. "You were very effective, well done. I'll have my people find somewhere safe for the former prisoners."
Looking at the clock, she sees that it's 4 in the morning. The hot water slides down her body, relaxing her. When she leaves the bathroom, she sees Lawrence sitting on the bed, waiting for her. "Hey, there."
"I'll work hard, don't worry." When she adds the second half to her comment, he blushes fiercely. "C'mon, don't talk like that."
James nodded, 'That's good to hear.' He picked up Jade, cradling the cat in his arms and nuzzling his nose against her, 'Thanks, for everything. We owe you, is there anything I can do to repay your kindness, Priscilla?'
They walk outside together. Celine leans in towards Seres, smirking. "Alright, with the formalities concluded, shall we get to the real deal?"
“Let's. Lead the way, darling.” Seres smiled back at her date, eager to get to the main event of the night.
