..so this is like actually nasty. ur welcome whores ;P
mansk and ja + heat pollen ⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ 。⋆
• it had been out on a mission, exploring the depths of the pandoran forest; initially it was a full-capacity task, but quaritch had since split you up into groups
• him, and a couple others, and you, ja and mansk to survey the borders on the west for any signs of na'vi interference.
• quaritch had entrusted that you three would be a solid group, but you most certainly had a reputation at headquarters for being a rambunctious group; although pretty quiet and reserved yourself, being a mere biological scientist, here to explore the vast plantlife, mansk and ja were full jock marines.
• stomping and clomping through the forest, virtually no interest in what surrounded them. you'd made sure to at least try and avoid stepping on any growing plants, but both of your colleagues took no issue with hacking away at stray vines, and batting past hanging leaves.
• and that's how you got into this mess. roughly bent over into the lush green earth below you; comms turned off due to the sheer graphic noises of struggle, raw fucking and being double-teamed by two of the biggest marines in the recom group.
• in ja's enthusiasm to reach the lookout tower first, he'd not even realised that he crushed the lightly yellowed, luminescent flower in the dense grass below him. the pollen soon escaped in short puffs, filling the air around you
• you and mansk had been not too far behind him, and soon enough all the three of you could think about was breeding. them filling you up deep, and full; thick gushes of creamy seed overfilling your pussy. all as your fertile cunt milked them dry
• that's you ended up being brutally, primally fucked by both of the soldiers; your face was smushed down into the grass, eyes clamped shut but fangs bared and the most lewd, graphic whines and moans erupting from your throat
• mansk had since forced the full-length of his thick, veiny blue cock deep inside your pussy; the way you clenched and dripped had him groaning out into the open air, with ja's lusty sounds not far behind
• he'd decided to lift your face from the ground, giving you a few moments of reprieve before filling your mouth with his throbbing length. ja's cock was certainly longer than mansk's, and in spite of your efforts to take him fully, you couldn't stop your hard gags and moans around him, drool leaking out as you slurped on his pulsating hardness.
• mansk had only been spurred on by such erotic noises, and began to rut hard and fast into your squelching opening; he stretched you out more than ja, but not by much. both of them were so tall, and so big, the only real difference from ja was mansk's bulbous, mushroomed cock-tip that seemingly couldn't miss your g-spot even if it tried.
• mansk's groans were becoming increasingly guttural as his hips pumped deep thrusts into you; soon timing themselves up with ja's bucks into your warm, wet mouth. your eyes were doing their best to stay open in spite of the rough, feral onslaught of ja's weighty cock resting on your tongue, but it was virtually impossible
• ja began to go hilt-deep, taking both hands and cupping your smaller head so as to gain a deeper angle; your gags had become a primal, lewd sort of noise--the mix of saliva and ja's precum dribbled out of your mouth onto the grass below you in long, milky strings as you lost yourself in the eroticised delirium.
• mansk could only watch as his colleague took you for all your worth; likewise how much you seemed to enjoy being taken so roughly. he knew you especially liked when ja'd bottom-out, because he could feel the tell-tale clench of your slickened, throbbing pussy constrict around his fatter cock--
• "..fuckin' enjoyin' this, aren't you?..j-ja-unngh-she takes me so good..fffuck-unnnhgh-and those dirty fuckin' noises..you like slobberin' on ja's cock, babygirl?..fuckin nasty.." he'd grit out, in between some especially curt, rough thrusts to your aching pussy
• and with his pulsing cock inside your warm mouth, ja'd soon become too aroused to even speak. after some especially graphic slurs and groans, he'd take himself out of your mouth; wrapping a hand around his now sticky length, he'd give you a few seconds of breath as he watched your expression.
• you'd given up trying to maintain any sense of self-respect or composure long ago, but only now could ja really take in the emotionality of it all--your loud, wanton squeals from mansk's rhythmic pumping into your hot cunt; your spitty, slobbery mouth hanging agape from ja's rough use; your face reddened in both pollen-stained lust and overexertion - it looked hot, and it made him want to spill his sticky, warm seed all over your face as you whined in pleasure.
• "..hah, fuck..you take it nasty, all fuckin' sloppy and wet..fuckin' gross sweetie..goddamn lucky she's got such gentlemen to indulge her fantasies--isn't that right mansk?" ja'd almost sneer out, as he lay some weighty cock-slaps to your fucked-out face
• his cock, so heavy with his creamy seed only made the sound all the more lewd; some wet 'pap pap pap's almost ricocheted off your flushed cheeks, reaching mansk's needy ears. ja'd only continue at the graphic sound, cupping his tightened sack between his fingers as he alternated between weighty slaps and smearing his pulsing balls all over your wet lips and warm tongue
• mansk could only groan in response, now too entranced with the way your cunt stretched and clenched around his girthy dick; he could feel the ropes of milky cum about to spurt from his cockhead, his thrusts staggering and legs quaking
• "...g-god...f-fffuck she's gonna take it ja..s-she's g'na-ungh--hunhgg--aagh..ffuck take it..f-fuck, fuck..agh..fuckin' christ.." was all he could muster as he unloaded heavy reams of his warm, fertile semen into your throbbing pussy
• your eyes were closed from the sheer pleasure of his movements, feeling the slaps and spanks of ja's wet cock across your face as you let them use you for all you had; that was until you opened your eyes--looking up, still being roughly plowed by the sheer girth of mansk's cock, you took in ja's expression
• he seemed a little..uneasy. his hand had since stalled in its movements, eyes widened in a lewd-glazed shock, ears flicked up; it was only after hearing the tell-tale drawl of your boss, paired with the wry laughs and scoffs in amused surprise from his colleague that it clicked
• "..well, well, well..look what we have here..should'a known you'd get distracted boys..but sweetheart..*tssk*..i expect better from you."--in spite of his stern tone, quaritch sported a dark smirk as he made his way over. slinging his gun around his back, he took no time in turning off his comm, batting mansk's now exhausted form to the side as he unsheathed his long, thick length out from his cargo pants
• "..you're a good girl, pretty..what'cha doin' with these nasty boys, huh?..tryn'a teach you about sex, is that right?..should be more careful darlin', silly boys like these'll stain you up..you're too pretty to go to waste, sweetheart"
• he'd tut out playfully, as in spite of the shame you felt at being caught out, your pollen-infused state only expressed more need in the form of some desperate gyrates into quaritch's cock..after he let out another wry chuckle at your movements, something told you this would be a long day.
fwooh! hot<3
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"You're going to get us killed." - Interaction Rewrite Prompts!
For Leonard, the weight of a child's blood upon his weapon was heavier than anything else he had handled before in his lifetime.
He hadn't the honour to have even called it the first, but different from his brothers, who had found their end directly by the blades of the Empire, there was no hope for the blame of responsibility to be lifted off his shoulders now that he had wielded that same blade himself.
Leonard's breathing was panicked and uneven. A cold sweat ran down his back as the sensation of the light body being flung backwards shot once more through his arms - he felt ill. Had he died? Had he done away with his life in that forest and been sentenced to hell? Perhaps it was all a punishment, an eternity spent in war, ending the lives of children just as he had his brothers. The screams had sounded too familiar for comfort.
He couldn't, couldn't bring himself to fight. The stakes didn't come to him. The seal didn't exist to him. The usually tranquil forest had roared with the sounds of the clashing steel, the hurried footsteps, the cries and mockery of the faerie - something like the dragon's voice had called his name in harsh rebuke, and whether it truly was her or Caim, Leonard didn't understand and stumbled blindly back to the garrisons in a piteous attempt to flee.
Too cowardly to die, and too starved to survive.
All that was clear to him against the roar of noise was his own breathing, the feeling of his heart pounding in its chest, and the crushing weight of the guilt from that thought repeating itself in his head like a mantra. Leonard struggled to break out of it - do or say something that could stop this madness. Anything. A sickened cry sounded at the sound of the mercenary's own cold reproach, and the hermit struggled to respond.
"Caim, please...!"
He had tried to utter words, either protest or a plea, but his throat had grown tight and left only a quiet whimper. Was that all he could do? Beg...? Leonard's weapon trembled in his hands. He was truly weak... He could have done more than beg. Just like his brothers, there was a thought that told him that he could have saved them. But, it was all the same. His family murdered for the sake of shameful pleasure. The blood of children spilled only for his own protection - his own cowardice to even die correctly. All for himself, a pathetic existence unable to even lift a finger against the slaughter of children.
Some wretched noise, a ragged fight for strained breath against the pounding heart in his chest, could be heard against the armoured thumps of bodies against the ground. Even from a distance, Leonard's frozen body could be seen trembling uncontrollably. The polearm dangled limply from his hands.
"They are only mere children...!"
The last uttered words before the hermit collapsed to his knees were a heart-wrenching sob.
Not a voice of disgust, but a cry in horror.
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