#Already Isaac's actions are held under some suspicion | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

101flavoursofweird · 3 years

Text

Rating the Parents of Rhythm Thief

I don’t know if I’ve talked about this before but parenting is such a key theme in Rhythm Thief.

SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE GAME AND THE BONUS EPISODES FOLLOWING THE GAME

Raphael, dog parent to Fondue

Raphael meets the cowardly Fondue (or “dog” as he’s called then) a year after his father disappeared. Raphael looks after Fondue for a few days, trying to find him a new owner, but he almost has to leave Fondue. He tells Fondue that he has his first job as Phantom R coming up and if he can’t pull it off, he won’t be coming back. So... Raphael was planning to leave his home if he failed. (Maybe he was going to search for his father...)

Raphael is shocked when Fondue saves him from the police and lets him stay at his apartment. (Even though Raphael’s apartment doesn’t allow pets...) Raphael knows first-hand what it’s like to be abandoned. Thankfully, Fondue doesn’t suffer the same fate! Raphael becomes a parent dog owner, he gains a partner in Fondue and neither of them lose their home.

9/10 (But Raphael’s still a kid himself)

Jean-François, former guardian to Marie

Marie has Jean-François acting (literally) as her guardian. J.F. acts worried when he hears Marie was attacked- by the organisation he works with. At the Opera House, he hopes Duchess Elizabeth will confirm Marie is her daughter. When Elizabeth denies this, Marie is so distraught and she runs off. J.F. just stands there like a lemon and he doesn’t go looking for her, even when Marie doesn’t come home afterwards. He helps kidnap Marie and then shoots Raphael on the Eiffel Tower. It’s revealed that J.F. was using Marie all along to get to the treasure. Later, when Raphael confronts him about breaking Marie’s heart, J.F. announces that it was worth it as long as he can achieve his ambitions. Also, tried to kill Raphael twice. Worst Parent Award by far goes to Jean-François.

-100/10 (Go away, evil British man pretending to be French!)

Duchess Elizabeth, Marie’s mother

In her diary, Elizabeth writes that the best day of her life was the day Marie was born. Unfortunately, Jean-François discovered Marie’s true heritage. Fearing for Marie’s safety and the Dragon Crown’s resurrection, Elizabeth gave Marie to the convent when Marie was an infant. Elizabeth also left her with the music for Moon Princess... which miiight have helped Jean-François to identify Marie. Whoops. Elizabeth must have been feeling sentimental and wanted to give Marie something to remember her by. Elizabeth doesn’t acknowledge Marie at the Paris Opera, but we can see how affected she is when Marie plays Moon Princess.

That scene when she turns her back on Marie and walks away must have felt very familiar to Raphael. Elizabeth has to pretend she has no interest in Marie so J.F. will leave them both alone. Elizabeth demands to know what J.F. would want, theoretically speaking, if he had found her daughter. “Money? Honor?”

Later, when Napoleon threatens Elizabeth’s life in front of Marie, Napoleon reveals that Elizabeth has been lying in order to protect Marie. (Even the evil emperor recognises this!) Elizabeth tries to keep the act up, insisting that she is nothing but a stranger to Marie. Marie decides to save her and plays the song anyway after hearing Elizabeth call her name in distress.

Then, above the Hanging Gardens, Elizabeth takes a literal bullet for Marie. Elizabeth reveals the truth to Marie and she calls Marie ‘Ma chère, Marie’ before passing out.

Fortunately, the pendant Elizabeth wore with young Marie’s picture saved her from the bullet. Raphael remarks that Elizabeth was Marie’s guardian angel.

After the Chevaliers have been defeated, in the final scene of the game, Elizabeth can be seen peacefully listening to Marie’s music at the opera house. In Marie’s bonus episode, she watches Marie at her examination to enter the conservatoire. She’s glad to hear Marie’s laughter and she encourages her to enjoy herself. She tells Marie to “play like you were playing for him”- Elizabeth approves of her future son in law.

8/10 (Guardian angel)

Inspector Vergier, Charlie’s father

In Vergier’s first scene, we see him sending in an army of roller-skating police officers to arrest Phantom R. Vergier takes his work very seriously.

At Paris Constabulary HQ, Raphael overhears Vergier talking to another officer about how he hasn’t been home in days. Apparently, Vergier has been on a certain case since his wife died. The other officer basically tells him, “GO HOME TO YOUR KID”.

At the Paris Opera, Raphael again overhears Vergier talking to his colleague. Vergier asks if Charlie has turned up yet. He knows about Charlie’s mission to hunt down Phantom R, but he considers her efforts an impediment to their investigation. Raphael picks up a family photo that Vergier dropped and decides to hang on to it. During his second fight with Charlie, Raph comments that Charlie is just like her father. Charlie snaps at him to “LEAVE HER FATHER OUT OF THIS!” (It’s not like she’s trying to prove her worth or anything- what gave you that idea?)

Raphael goes looking for Charlie after Marie gets captured. He talks to Vergier’s friend from university and learns that Charlie and Vergier just had some sort of argument. Also, the friend comments that Charlie is about Raphael’s age. So... Charlie’s 16-18, maybe. It’s not unheard of for a parent to leave a 16-18 home alone, but Charlie was left at home for DAYS??? Raphael finds Charlie at a cafe and asks her to return the photo to Vergier. Charlier huffs that she doesn’t want to see her father again, but then she reads the message her mother left on the photo.

During the battle below the Hanging Gardens, Charlie saves her father from a bunch of Chevaliers. He acknowledges that he protects Paris in memory of Charlie’s mother. Charlie reminds him that there’s no time like the present, and she announces that she’ll help him save the city. Vergier doesn’t refuse her offer.

In the final scene, Vergier and Charlie can be seen pursing Phantom R together.

Raphael’s trying to be polite and keep his voice down but these two are having a shouting match the middle of Marie’s performance!

There’s also Charlie’s bonus episode, where they fight off the last remnants (?) of the Chevaliers. Vergier announces that the case he was working on is officially closed. He’s realised that no matter how much he warns Charlie to stay away, she wouldn’t listen. He just asks her to stay where he can keep an eye on her.

7/10 (Some character development but please don’t forget to feed your child)

Isaac, Raphael’s father

Obviously, you’ve got Raphael and Isaac. The first chapter opens with dialogue of Raphael crying as Isaac leaves him. He left three years ago... when Raphael was fifteen. Raphael’s mother previously died in an accident, so Raphael was orphaned.

Raphael became Phantom R and chased after the mark his father left for him on the coin.

Raphael reveals to Marie that his father was an artist but he never got a big break. Isaac became a forgery artists, swapping his fake art pieces with their authentic counterparts. Raphael tries to fix his father’s crimes and hunt for the mark by returning the real art pieces.

Raphael thinks that he sees Isaac beneath Les Invalides and at the Palace of Versailles. He’s distressed and frustrated when he loses Isaac in the crowd. Isaac was in a hurry to escape...

During his final battle with Jean-François, Raphael learns that Isaac has been working with J.F. and the Chevaliers. Isaac made forgeries for J.F.’s organisation when Raphael was young and sickly. Raphael insists that he made those forgeries to pay the doctors. So, it does seem that Isaac initially joined the organisation for Raphael’s sake, but his intentions became warped over the years.

Raphael couldn’t believe that his father would fall in with the Chevaliers and Elizabeth was close friends with Isaac... once. Isaac couldn’t have shown any obvious signs of going to the dark side years ago.

In his final scene, Isaac discusses with the seemingly real emperor Napoleon that he wants to begin the next phase of their plan. He quietly warns Raphael to be ready for whatever that is.

2/10 (Too bad we didn’t get a sequel to learn about his true motivations)

Bonus Points:

Alfred the Butler

He will fight you if you threaten the Duchess or her daughter. He almost died trying to defend Elizabeth. He also encourages Marie, though he gets nervous for her too.

35 notes · View notes

writing-the-end · 3 years

Text

LoL Chapter 30- Shadow Fox

Masterpost

A Wizard Hermits tale (AU, designs, ideas belongs to @theguardiansofredland)

Doc, Zed, and Scar have made their way to the city of Foresta, deep in the forests where animals are going missing and the nightmares grow worse daily. Meeting with a local shepherd, they find allies in the most unusual ways.

____________________________________

“Oh, yeah, watch it with the Zhenniao, their spit burns like mad.” Zedaph crows as he

pets the soft white feathers of a Caladrius, the two having a conversation about their favorite seeds.

“Uh… is this thing supposed to have three legs?” Scar leaps back, narrowly avoiding the corvid. He laughs though, and preens the beast’s wing.

“Yep! Yatagarasu are born with two legs, but the third one grows when they learn to fly!” Zed sets the Caladrius back. As much as he loved the insightful debate he held with the bird, it’s not the kind of help they need. Besides, it would bring as much attention as an alicanto. “What about it, you three legged birdy? Want to join our team? Phoebe can teach you all the best ways to get letters to us- and the best places to peck at the hermits to get them to wake up.”

“I swear to god I don’t want to have to build another eye.” Doc sets the acid spitting bird down, and waits for Zedaph to respond. But the blond hermit was always having a thousand different conversations at once. On their way here, he had a whole horde of forest creatures following him.

The city of Foresta was open, patches of grass and trees older than the kingdom sprouting between houses and wide streets. Between the throngs of people, creatures of all shapes and sizes wandered down the dirt paths. Satori swing from the horns of a chimaera, leaping over the massive bodies that create the baku. Birds of all shapes, sizes, and different heads fly through the high canopy, fluttering to stop on the stone tower of the postal office. It’s here where the hermits are searching for another carrier bird. Poor Phoebe can’t do all the work herself, especially with so many hermits off hunting down reports.

And that was the other reason they were in the city of Flora and Fauna. Sent here to discover the whereabouts of missing familiars and family beasts. Carrier birds, farm beasts, even a family’s own cerberus have gone missing in the past few months. While Doc had his suspicions of their fate, Scar and Zedaph wanted to confirm his beliefs.

“Alright, so that’s two more feathery friends added to the family.” The Zhenniao jumps from Zed’s shoulder, pulling on a tassel of Scar’s outfit.

“I’m sure Grian will make fast friends with them, he already has Phoebe wrapped around his finger.” Scar chuckles, holding the bird close. “But what about the missing familiars? Did you get any information on who we could speak to?”

“Actually, yes. A very talkative pegasus told me that a few streets down is where a whole herd of shleep went berserk a few days back.”

Doc doesn’t waste another second. Marching down the street, eyes set on the direction Zedaph pointed. His gaze so intimidating, even a brigade of baccas part to stay out of his way. With one bird holding onto Zed’s hair, and another clasping Scar’s elongated ear, the other two give chase, Zed yelling turns to the marching beast that is Doc. He only halts in his tracks when he hears Zed yell “Stop! We’re here!”

Screeching to a halt, Doc is left standing in an open field, sunlight blazing on the bright grass. Dotted with white patches of flowers, the pasture is empty. Unlike the busy city, even the parks in Foresta, this moorland was empty.

Mostly empty. A young boy, laying beside a three headed sheepdog, is weaving dandelions into a flower crown. One for each head of his friend, and one for his own. Doc trains his mismatched eyes on the boy, and makes his presence known.

Unfortunately for Doc, his presence is impending at best, downright terrifying at worst. The boy opens his eyes, and squeaks like a mouse at the sight of the hermit. He curls up, hands raised. “Please, just take my money I don’t got anything else!”

“I’m not here to rob you.” Doc growls, rolling his eyes. Years of being a hardened criminal never really fades off his face. “Are you the shepherd?”

“I’m sorry the shleep have been acting up lately! I don’t know how to make the nightmares stop, they’re still alarmed from the attack the other night.” The cerberus nuzzles one head beneath the boy’s arms, while the other two growl at the intruders.

Until Zed steps up, a smile and a soft cooing voice turning one head from foe to friend. All it takes is one scratch of the ear, and he’s got the sheepdog wrapped around his finger. “That’s actually why we’re here. We came to help.”

The boy lifts his head, looking at the unusual troupe. Two innocent, smiling faces surround the hardlined scowl of the hybrid hermit. Scar nudges Doc in the stomach, and the puppeteer sits to his knees. Looking much less impending when he’s not towering over the shepherd. “We heard that some unusual things have been happening in Foresta. Familiars going missing, pets getting lost left and right. Do you know anything of what’s causing that?”

“What’s your name, kiddo?” Scar chuckles, plopping down next to the shepherd and beginning to weave his own flower crown.

“I-Isaac.” He twists a blade of grass in between his fingers. “I...yeah, yeah I’ve seen a lot of it happen. When you’re a shleep herder, you see all manner of things happen in the night. But no one believes the boy who cries chupacabra. Or bakunawa, or ‘oh gods the neighbor’s cactus cat is suddenly an ash monster’!”

“We’ll believe you. We came here just to hear those stories.” Scar chuckles. He looks over, and sees Doc’s expression start to soften, and the puppeteer reaches out to help Isaac finish the knot of his flower crown. Doc hates to admit it, but they all know he’s very good with kids. When he’s not being a hardass. “What have you seen?”

“I...I’ve seen these critters, sneaking through the streets at night. All kinds of critters, actually, but...different from the normal. They look like they’re falling apart, like a cherry tree’s bark.” He runs his hands over his arms, attempting to find flakes of his own skin as proof. “They scare the shleep every night, and disappear into the city. And then I see more, and more. They drag other critters out of their homes and barns, and turn them into more flake monsters.”

“Husks.” Doc whispers, his suspicions confirmed. Dark magic has even made it into the depths of the Evernight forest. But Isaac is hardly listening. Like any child, he has more story to tell.

“The other night, those flake critters went after my herd. A chupacabra. But...I thought they never went after shleep! Shleep aren’t tasty- I don’t think so, at least. They’re all cosmic wool and gristle.”

“Husks aren’t exactly looking for a tasty meal.” Zed whispers, “They’re looking for magic, and shleep are full of them.” He would know, he was once a shleep farmer when he was young. It’s how he honed his magic.

“They come every night, stealing more critters. Soon, all that will be left is shleep causing nightmares and those husky things.” Isaac shakes his head. “Foresta won’t be much fun without all the critters here.”

“Don’t worry about it, kiddo. Us hermits are here to stop it.” Scar announces, grinning and tossing his short brown locks of hair over his shoulder. Trying to look as heroic as he sounds.

The shepherd giggles. “Hermits? But you aren’t alone, you can’t be a hermit!”

“Ask Hypno why we’re named that.” Doc laughs as well, even though he knows the story full well, it’s still funny every time someone points it out. “Don’t worry, kid. By the time we’re done here, you’ll all be having sweet dreams again.”

“You’re the coolest bad guy ever.” Isaac whispers, and places the flower crown on Doc’s tangled mess of hair.

-----------------------------------------------

He refuses to take it off. Even as the sun falls and the city goes quiet, only nocturnal creatures lurking among the streets, he keeps his flower crown secure on his head. All three hermits watch the ruminants bleat and make their way around the town, cosmic wool spinning with stars and galaxies, entire worlds for their fur promising night rest. Wisps of the shleep’s fleece dance into the damp, warm air of Foresta. But it’s dancing in the air that the soft mist turns to harsh dust, slipping through open windows and under closed doors. Delivering nightmares to the people.

In the distance, Scar frowns at the sound of someone crying. Waking up from the bad dream. It’s not the poor shleep’s fault, they can’t control their own magic. They’re just sleep sheep, it’s the husks that have them all bothered. If the hermits can stop the husks, the shleep can be happy again and the entire city can finally get a good night’s rest.

Doc waves to Isaac, walking out with the last shleep from the pasture. Zedaph opens his eyes, blinking away the embers of magic. Oddly enough he feels the desire to chew grass now. The shleep are scared. Scared of the creatures that lurk in the dark, bodies lacking souls or even life. Just corpses- husks- forced to move by dark magic. One ram told Zed they were never afraid of the creatures of the night, their fellow nocturnal beasts, until that chupacabra turned on them.

Doc and Zed share a quiet conversation about the information they’ve gathered, and Scar lays back in the grass. Watching leaves shadow the sky above him, stars twinkling in the same way they glimmered on the shleep’s coat. The distant titter of dyads among the trees, the soft hoots from various birds in the post office sound like music to Scar’s ears, and he closes his eyes to bask in the quiet night. Hunting dark magic isn’t that bad, if it leads to quiet, serene moments as well as exciting action. He feels himself dozing off, figuring that Doc or Zed will keep an eye out for some creepy dark beast.

He’s alone. Sitting up in a dark alleyway, the sound of yelling echoing from his parents’ silk shop. Something warm pools on his cheek, burning along his very namesake, mixing with saltwater. Scar raises a hand to try and staunch the blood, and discovers his hand is covered in mud, adorned with gemstone rings of gold.

“You’re not a farm boy, Forest.” The words spit out in his father’s voice, but the lips that speak them are none other than the Magistrate’s. “Stop playing in dirt, this magic of yours is a disgrace as it is. You’re going to ruin the family image. And you’re clothes.”

“But I like my magic.” Scar whispers, turning his hand over. The mud changes color, dripping through his fingers into pools of blood.

“You should have let your magic wither away, or better yet- give it to me.” Dolios grabs Scar’s wrist, dragging him into darkness.

Dragging him from his nightmare. But while Dolios was a dream, something tugging on his wrist was very real. Scar leaps to his feet, retreating from the creature that is pulling his bag from his clutches. “Hey, no that’s my stuff! My snacks!”

Scar stumbles to his feet, kicking Doc on the way up. “What the hell Scar?”

He doesn’t look back, chasing after the black furred monster. As dark as a husk, with white glowing eyes and all. He can’t see the creature’s form, just the illumination of white light from it’s eyes, Scar’s purple bag swinging from it’s mouth. He needs to catch up, get his stuff back. Rather than scooting around a fallen tree, he makes the ground rise from beneath him, flinging him over with a much less graceful landing. “Get back here you little cretin!”

Behind Scar, Doc and Zedaph stumble through the forest. Tripping over roots and twisting their ankles in holes, they lose sight of the terraformer as moonlight is engulfed by the trees of the Evernight forest. The only light is the soft glow of bioluminescent mushrooms, moss, and leaves. At the interface between Foresta and the Evernight, the glow was indistinguishable. But Zed knows the deeper they go, the brighter the bioluminescence should get.

But it never brightens. He continues to get caught in roots, eyes never finding enough light to see where he’s going. A stone halts Zed’s forward momentum, and he tumbles to the ground. “How can Scar keep up such a pace?”

“Because he’s Scar, how does he do half the things he does?” Doc sighs, collapsing to his ass and looking around. The darkness of the forest is endless, leaves stitched together to be a roof that blocks out all light from the sky. He toes a mushroom, watching the fungi glow weakly. Shouldn’t it be brighter this far in?

“Oh, Doc, look!” Zed slaps Doc on the shoulder, harder than he realizes, pointing in the direction opposite of where Scar went running.

“What, I can’t see shit.” Doc growls.

“Perytons!” Zed crawls forward, light appearing under one arm. “They can help us, we just have to make friends with them! They’re very skittish cre-”

In one swift motion, Doc casts his magic. In one blink, he’s watching Zedaph crawl through the mossy floor, the next he’s grazing on a nearby tree branch. The Peryton gave almost no resistance, and now Doc can control the beast. See through it’s night-adjusted eyes. Lo and behold, Zedaph looks stupid no matter what eyes are watching him. Zedaph sits up, pouting. “Well that’s no fun.”

Doc can’t answer him, not while he’s in control of the Peryton. Stepping his hooved feet over Zedaph and fluttering iridescent green wings, he takes care of his own body standing still as a stone. One eye remains glassy, as if looking through a lens, but the red oculus of his other eye has disappeared completely. He can see the glow in the metal of his arm emanating from the deer creature, as he picks up his body with his rack of antlers and places it on his feathery back.

By the time Doc has cared for his vulnerable physical form, Zedaph has cast his own spell. Such similar results, but completely different magic. Zedaph shepherded the mind of the creature into helping him- Doc just took full control. Either way, the two are able to follow the direction that Scar disappeared. Deeper into the forest, away from the city.

Zedaph notices that the bioluminescent of the Evernight Forest is missing, no matter how deep they go. The darkness remains, clinging to the branches and bark like a tapestry slung across the forest. He’s not even sure where Scar could be at this point- this wilderness expands on for thousands of hectares.

Until he hears the spluttering mix of a laugh and a whimper, the noise so uniquely Scar that both Doc and Zed turn in the direction it arose from. Even through the eyes of the Peryton, it becomes almost impossible to see around them, darkness consuming everything around them.

Because that’s what it is. Returning to his own body, Doc stumbles to his feet and rushes to light up a torch. A few paces ahead of him, Sca has trapped himself in a bramble bush, a tiny shadow fox dangling his bag just barely out of his reach. “Come on little guy, I’m sorry I mistook you for a husk. You’re cute, I promise! It’s just with your eyes and coat, you looked like a darkness monster.”

“Need some help, or have you learned from Zed?” Doc snickers, pulling Scar from his thorny trap by the collar. The shadow fox chirps, ears turning to the side in joyful mischief. It approaches the hermits, dropping Scar’s bag at his feet. Glowing eyes, bright as sunshine, cast the shadow that creates the fox’s body. Zedaph can’t help but reach down to pet the shadow creature either way.

“She guided us here. To...this.” Scar whispers, feeling the tension on his body already. The weight in his lungs, watching the light from the fox’s eyes and Doc’s torch be consumed by the black cluster of crystal.

“This is what’s making the husks in Foresta. Just like in Gildara, it’s draining the forest.” All of the light, Limal’s creation with the goddess of death, vanishing as Dolios’s thirst for power drains the forest of life. Doc shakes his head. “We can’t let it continue. Scar, why don’t you…”

Scar is gone again. Disappeared from between Zed and Doc, though not as far gone as before. Just a short distance away. Being attacked by another creature. This one, however, isn’t aiming for Scar’s bag like the thieving fox.

It’s aiming for his throat, naked tail and matted fur thrashing and foam snarling from scraggly teeth. But unlike the shadow fox, the monster’s body is flaking and breaking apart with each movement, tufts of fur turning to smoke and ash. Zedaph sighs, more tired than before. “Great, now we got a ROUS to deal with as well as a creepy crystal.”

“Massive rat first, please!” Scar cries, snapping his boots up and digging the spurs into the massive beast’s stomach. He rolls away, gnarled roots and dirt barricading him and the ROUS.

Doc and Zed look at each other, then the ROUS before them, the darkness-crazed animal clawing through the barrier. It has a taste of Scar’s flesh, and he tastes sweet. Alive. Neither of their magic can work. There’s no soul to shepherd. Dark magic is already controlling the ROUS. They have to resort to another method.

A much more combative, cutthroat method. One that Doc knows well. Grabbing the bone handle of his knife, dark metal and nicked, toothed edges of kaber blade pulling free of old leather. “Scar, can you try to pin it down?”

“I'll add it to the list.” A startled squeak harmonizes with the viscous growl. The muzzle of the ROUS reels back, spittle glistening and falling from ivory white blades, and snaps. Scar rolls out of the way and slams his hands down on the ground once he’s been freed. The dirt erodes into sand and water, a pit of quicksand opening it’s maw beneath their feet. Scar scrabbles backwards, the mud water attempting to pull him in as well, gasping for air. With another wave of his hand, the ground resolidifies. The naked hands and feet of the enormous rodent are trapped in solid ground.

Doc wastes no time. Freeing the body of the ROUS from the claws of darkness, his blade cuts through the empty body like he’s cutting fabric. The darkened for withers away into dust, and Zedaph kicks it away from the pile for good measure.

The three boys sit on the silent, blighted forest floor. Ignoring the angry crystal, or the darkness consuming around them. Scar is panting like he ran a mile, Zedaph petting the soft shade ears of the fox that led them there, and Doc twirling his own knife. They just need a moment, a second to recollect themselves. Doc looks at his blade, forged in False’s fires. No matter what, no matter how strong a mage can be, sometimes they have to resort to the same tools as every other person. “Alright, enough sitting down. Let's put this crystal to ruin and let Isaac and his shleep finally get some peace.”

#hermitcraft #light of lairyon #lol #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft au #wizard au #wizard hermits #wizard zedaph #wizard zed #wizard scar #wizard doc #docm77 #gtwscar #zedaph

19 notes · View notes

kv-r18-fics · 6 years

Text

Hideout Sin

It’s a fic I’ve written a few months ago, enjoy!

“Stop right there! I’m ordering you to stop!”

It almost felt like forever since those words were spoken. Zack and Rachel were racing down the city, weaving through different crowds and obstacles to evade what was chasing them. They were simply going through town, that’s all, Isaac was even wearing a disguise of sorts to help him move through the busy street, yet, despite all that effort, a cop still managed to gain suspicion.

The very moment an officer beckoned for Zack to come towards him for a better look, the bandaged man threw Rachel over his shoulder and bolted hard for it. Isaac was not going to stop until he could no longer hear his pursuer, after all, he had tons of stamina to spare, and he was willing to leap over fences to evade interrogation. Rachel watched Zack weaved through a few more crowds of people until he made a sharp turn in an alley, running deep through the claustrophobic areas, until he did manage to clear a small fence. The voice of the officer chasing them was growing fainter with each step, and she could no longer see anyone chasing them anymore.

“Zack...I think they stopped, you worn them out,” Ray said.

“Not gonna take my chance, Ray…” Zack replied, then eventually slowed down to catch his breath, “we’ll chill here a bit and keep a lookout.”

He set Rachel down as he listened carefully, what was one voice was now multiple, trying to find the supposed suspect they wanted to question. Not the first time Zack had to flee from police, technically, he still was after breaking Ray out from the psych ward. After a prolonged period of silence, getting chased by the authorities again gave him one hell of a rush, he could still feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

“I didn’t think they’d remember who you are, after so long,” Ray mumbled.

“...Cops stop anyone that looks shady, wasn’t gonna take my chance with ‘em...then again, fuck cops in general,” Zack replied, “god, my hands are still feelin’ twitchy.”

Rachel glanced to Zack, seeing that faint shakiness in his hands, she knew it wasn’t from fear, but from excitement - a typical fight or flight response to their current situation. They waited there for a while until Zack could no longer feel that tension in the air, even Ray could sense him relax a little.

“You think they’re gone?”

“Prolly...haven’t heard any commotion in a while,” Zack replied.

“Think it’s safe to go?”

“Y-Yeah, we can just sneak around, where it’s less busy…” Zack said.

“Okay...let’s get going.”

Rachel was ready to walk off, but Zack stayed behind. The woman turned around to see him pressing his back against the wall, refusing to budge.

“...What’s wrong?”

Isaac was hesitant to reply.

“Zack?”

“...I don’t wanna say…” Zack muttered.

“Did something happen?”

Zack groaned in the back of his throat, turning his gaze away from Rachel with an embarrassed expression on his face. She may not be able to see the man blush, but she can feel the shy heat coming from the man’s face.

So, she lowered her voice to lessen his sheepishness, “Hey...you got to tell me, so I can help you out.”

Zack grumbled yet again, “...Fuckin’ andrenaline...of all the times this could happen, it couldn’t pick a worst one…”

“What do you mean?”

The man hesitated to reply again, “...Can’t exactly walk with a boner, now can I?”

Now, Rachel’s face was the one to turn a shade of red, that quickly explains Zack’s evasive and shy behavior. It also made some sense in a way, Zack was talking about feeling that huge rush of adrenaline coursing through his body, that chemical stimulant making his blood pump to take the best course of action for self preservation. It seemed during their time to hide out, the blood had nowhere else to course through when needed, since his legs were now stationary. The blood started to rush elsewhere, causing his bodily reaction.

“I-I see…” Ray mumbled, then walked up to Isaac, “hey...don’t be ashamed about it. Sometimes it happens, it’s not your fault.”

Zack grumbled again, but felt Ray place her hands on his cheeks, and gently peck at his lips to reassure him.

“...I can still make myself useful to you, Zack…”

The man froze immediately, noticing that tone in Rachel’s voice - it was seductive.

“F-Fuck, Ray…” he muttered, “...d-don’t go talking about yer’self like that...I-I mean...if you wanna help...then I’m cool with it…but, do it if you want to...y’know?”

“Alright, then I’ll correct myself,” Rachel replied, “...I want to help relieve you of your problems in any way possible…”

Isaac’s heart raced, feeling his pants get even tighter, as Ray’s eyes showed a strong glint of desire on them. He couldn’t resist them, not when she looked at him like that, it gave the man goosebumps. Zack brought his hand up, placing it behind Ray’s head and pulled her in for a kiss, deepening it within seconds. Ray returned the kiss, parting her lips a little to invade the man’s mouth, and hearing him hum out a pleased purr.

As they reluctantly parted lips, they stared into each other’s eyes, the couple had that passionate glimmer, along with a strong need emanating from them. To further Rachel’s intentions to aid his bodily burden, her hand slid down, slowly unzipping Zack’s hoodie to let her have a good feel of his firm chest. Her digits glided down to fondle his abs, then moved further to dip her hand into his pants to explore further beyond that.

Ray could feel Zack’s hips writhe in response, as if beckoning for her attention the moment her fingers ran across the stubble along Zack’s belly.

“R-Ray…” Zack murmured, “...f-fuck...I don’t wanna be loud and get their attention…”

“I’ll do my best to show some restraint, then,” Ray whispered, letting her fingers graze against the bulge concealed in the man’s boxers.

Zack inhaled a startled gasp, then quickly covered his mouth. He doesn’t want to get caught, he doesn’t want Ray to get caught either. This isn’t the first time they’ve gotten frisky in public either, but this was too public for them. His eyes quickly scanned the areas, hoping to god there was no windows near them, then he quickly peeked around the corner of the alley to make damn sure no one was around to hear his eventual muffled moans.

“Keep watch...I’ll handle this…” Ray spoke, then slowly brought herself down onto her knees.

Isaac could feel the rumble of his zipper being undone, along with the button that held his pants closed, he wants to watch every second of Rachel pleasing him, but he’s got to be on guard. Just being unable to watch what was going on, while trying to stay quiet made Zack a little antsy, Ray could even hear Zack’s uncontrolled breaths. She kissed at the unwrapped portion of Isaac’s abs to help him calm down a little, giving him that sense that she knows what she’s doing and she has everything under control, so he should just lean back and relax. Ray reached up to grasp Zack’s hand, and gently placed it on top of her head, to give Zack that grounded security he often needed when she pleased him.

Satisfied with that, her fingers began to dig into the opening of Isaac’s trousers, finding the slit of his boxers, and carefully guided the man’s erection out into the open. Zack shuddered as soon as he felt that draft on his body, then peeked at her from the corner of his eye. He wanted that first glance of her pleasuring him, before he had to refocus his attention back on any potential pursuers.

Ray gazed at Zack’s hard member, and was surprised just how the man’s rush of adrenaline excited his body. He normally got erect like this when he was very horny, or Rachel managed to tease him to this aroused state. Ray still couldn’t help but admire the man’s virile anatomy, she leaned up to kiss the very base of the shaft, feeling Zack flinch immediately from the sensation. She wished she could let her fingers run all over Isaac’s cock, but now was not the time and location, the man needed some relief for them to go back to safety.

Zack’s breath was getting frantic again, he was filled with anticipation, but also frustration - he wants to watch her so badly. The man kept a hand firmly planted at his mouth, making sure to muffle any sounds about to come out from him. Then it finally happened, he threw his head back slightly, uttering out a groan as soon as he sensed warmth begin to encase his aroused member. Ray could feel Zack starting to throb already in her palm, and she barely had yet to move, she only wrapped her lips around the head.

“Ngh…” Zack mumbled.

He wants to say her name, but he knew his attempts would only come out as stifled hums in his hand.

Ray noticed the growing heat coming from Zack, and it encouraged her to slide her mouth a little further, taking him in some more, while her hand could do the work at the base. Now that she was set, Ray slowly moved her head, sliding her mouth on him back and forth in a slow, but gentle motion, while giving Zack a share of light suckles. Isaac was already humming his sounds from the sensation, that hot and soothing stimulation gathering at his thighs. Ray’s mouth, her lips, and her tongue was all working together to please him. Zack’s hips fairly bucked a couple times when Ray’s lips grazed the edges of the head, while her tongue caressed and glided underneath, all the while, her suckles added a sensation of tightness.

“H-hnn...ha…” Zack panted.

Back and forth Rachel moved her head, letting her mouth suckle and stroke Zack’s hard cock, and finally, she could taste that flavor coming from him - the lustful sample of his precum.

Ray hummed her own pleased sound, she’s tasted him time and time again, yet she could never get enough of Zack’s flavor. Zack could feel Rachel start to pick up the pace, his legs were already shaking from Ray’s tongue grazing all the right areas on him, and trying to keep a lookout was starting to prove difficult. Zack’s eyes squinted hard at times when he needed to let out a raw moan, and other times he kept glancing right back at Ray, watching her suckle and slurp on his stimulated cock.

“R...Ray…” he managed to grunt.

His fingers ran through Ray’s hair, while trying his best not to let himself get lost in the ecstasy coursing through his body right now. Zack’s body was starting to respond accordingly to Ray’s actions, his hips began to roll in light motions, as if trying to gently thrust in her mouth. Isaac shuddered to feel those pleased hums on his body again, his cock throbbed in Ray’s mouth the more he felt her slippery suckles on him.

“Nhh...”

His vision wanted to haze, his body wanted to succumb, and he wanted his voice to be free. Rachel’s firm sucks felt too good to just not cave in to. Most of all, he just wants to say as many dirty things to her that was on his mind - like how good it feels, and how amazing Ray is when she pleases him like this, something to coach and encourage her to continue sucking on him so good.

Isaac could feel Ray start to bob her head much quicker again, making Zack utter an aroused groan in the back of his throat, heat was swirling within his loins, along with that stimulating tingle whenever Rachel reached the head. His hips couldn’t stay still, his body was screaming for him to fuck her right now, the best he could do to remedy that is roll his hips a little more. Heavy breaths and hums were the only sounds Zack could emit, his cock was pulsing much more wildly this time, and he could feel that growing pressure building.

Despite the fact that Rachel wanted to aid Zack real quick, she still couldn’t help but get that need to indulge. She did love to please Zack and make him feel good in every way possible, just hearing his vulnerable and raw moans, along with feeling his bodily responses to her actions aroused her so. Ray slowly pulled her lips back, with her hands continuing it’s hasty strokes, with Isaac looking the other way, she was free to do as she pleased.

Isaac did notice the lack of warmth surrounding his cock, but he couldn’t turn his gaze back to watch what Ray had in store, a couple passing shadows did get him a little nervous, which left him staying alert with what was around the corner. Suddenly, he felt a slow glide along the head of his member, he hummed out a desperate groan in the back of his throat, and threw his head back. His legs quaked, and his knees threatened to buckle from the surge of pleasure pooling between his legs. Ray was leisurely dragging her tongue along the very lip, lapping every drop of the man’s precum as her tongue grazed the sensitive nerves on the man’s body. Zack’s eyes clenched tightly, almost feeling tears well in the corner of his eyes from the stimulation becoming so overwhelming for the man to handle.

“M-mhh…ngh...aah...”

Ray was savoring Zack’s trembling, loving how weak she could make Isaac become, given his inhuman strength. Her tongue lapped and swirled along the head, taking her sweet time to let the pleasure continue to build. Zack couldn’t stop shaking, even the hand planted on Ray’s head was trembling through her golden locks. She was teasing him again, it sure as fuck felt so good, but he hated when she did this. It filled Zack with pleasure, but mostly frustration, as it didn’t satisfy the man, despite how amazing it felt.

He needed to get her to stop.

“Mmh...R...Ray…” he muttered.

Rachel’s blue eyes glanced up at the man she was pleasuring.

“...F-fuck...s-stop…stop with the fucking teasing...nnhh...j-just suck me off already…” he grumbled.

Ray began to plant a couple butterfly kisses along the tip, giving Zack that loving glimmer in her eyes when he finally glanced down at her. Zack knew she was trying to play innocent, it was amusing, and he couldn’t be mad at her. Isaac’s fingers gently combed through Rachel’s hair, then he gently pressed her a little to give her the hint that she needed to go back to what she was previously doing.

“I couldn’t help it...I just love when you get like this…” Ray muttered, leaning close to gently suckle on him again.

“N-nh...yeah I know...f-fuck...wait til we’re home…”

Ray hummed in reply, increasing the pace in her strokes, feeling Zack’s cock throb in her palm, while maintaining it’s hardened sensation. Her lips enveloped him yet again, and began to bob her head to pick up the slack from indulging herself. Zack’s hips slowly moved yet again, gently rolling to thrust his excited length in Ray’s mouth, keeping it a careful pace to match her sucks. Isaac’s muffled groans slowly shifted into pleased purrs, getting that sense of satisfaction again, from Rachel’s suckles and her eager strokes.

That heat and pressure continued to grow, along with that familiar ache of reaching his climax.

“A-almost there...mmh..”

He tried so damn hard to keep his whispers quiet, yet audible for Ray’s ears only, but it did the trick. Rachel picked up the pace once more, knowing just how needy Zack got when he was on the verge of coming. Isaac’s moans would turn more desperate and breathy, his hips would try to thrust as quickly as possible to push himself to that edge, only for restraint to frustrate him, and his member would grow hot as it pulsed wildly in her mouth. Not only that, there was the surplus of precum continuously seeping out onto Ray’s tongue.

Just as she thought, Zack began to react in the manners she had memorized, those breathy and elongated moans, with those sounds of desperation to them. The quickened yet stiff movement of his hips to try and sate the need to fuck something, along with the ever growing heat swarming in her mouth. She could feel the throbs too, wild but strong, signalling the man’s need to cum arriving.

It got to the point where Ray let go of Zack’s shaft, letting both hands grasp Zack’s hips to allow him to gently thrust in her mouth. She hummed another moan to let the sound vibrate on the man’s cock, doing what she can to keep Zack pleasured.

“F-fuck...fuuucccck...a-ah…”

Ray was eager, she wanted every drop, as she continued her suckles and slurps.

Then she heard the stifled grunt, that vocal signal that Zack could feel that pressure on the verge of releasing. Isaac’s body was threatening to stiffen, he sensed tightness in certain areas, such as his muscles, and around his member. He huffed out yet another groan with the jerk of the hips, getting ever so closer to toppling over the edge. Once Isaac’s body was unable to keep up the thrusts to prepare for ejaculation, Ray went in to pick up the pace, bobbing her head to help Zack enter that period of bliss.

Soon, Isaac’s vision hazed, and the world around him disappeared. Trying to silence his climatic cries was difficult, it required both hands to keep his mouth covered. Rachel could hear Zack’s muffled sounds of ecstasy, she wished she could hear the real thing - just thinking about it was starting to arouse her. Soon, her mouth began to fill, she could feel those intense spurts of warm and sticky liquid entering her mouth with every hard throb to push the flow even more. Rachel breathed out a satisfied moan as she sampled Zack’s pure taste, and slowed her suckles to gently prolong Zack’s orgasm. All the while, stroking every bit of his release with her lips.

Once Zack was starting to come to reality, his body immediately relaxed its tension, and shuddered tremendously. His legs, his hands, his torso couldn’t stop shaking. As he pulled his hands back, he noticed the abundance of slobber collected on his bandages. Isaac panted heavily as he blearily focused his attention down to where Ray was, watching her suckle the last drops from him, before pulling back for the final drag of the tongue to catch that last bead of white.

With her mouth full, Rachel carefully wiped her lips as she quietly swallowed the contents in her mouth. Watching her do that still surprises Zack to some degree, but it does arouse him as well. She finds his pure taste desirous and would take every drop of him, even though Zack found it to be a sticky mess.

He slowly brought a hand down to gently grasp Rachel’s chin, tilting her head up to look at him. Zack gave her that smile of approval, even trailing his thumb along her lips to show he was turned on that she swallowed him. She was so sexy and tempting right now. At this point, he didn’t give a shit about heading back home, he hasn’t heard much alarming noises during his blowjob, pretty sure he won’t hear more while he fucked Rachel senseless.

“Stand up for a sec, babe…”

Rachel slowly got up to her feet, dusting the dirt that collected on her pant legs, then faced Isaac.

“Was that good for you, Zack?”

“God, you fuckin’ know it…” Zack purred, then leaned to swarm her neck with kisses and licks. “Y’ made me hard again ‘cuz yer’ so fucking good at suckin’ me…”

Rachel faintly blushed, “Well, that puts us in a spot...I thought pleasing you with my mouth would be enough…”

“I got an idea…”

He pulled back, then pushed Rachel to the wall, watching the startled look on her face as she was now put in the same position as Isaac. Zack kept a smug grin on his face, then brought his hands to Ray’s hips to have her turn around, he held onto her hips tightly as he leaned close to nip at the nape of her neck.

“God you’re so damn sexy, Ray…”

His fingers started to slide down, rubbing against the crotch area of Rachel’s pants, and feeling her flinch.

“I don’t wanna wait...I wanna fuck you right here and right now…”

“Mmh...what if I get loud?” Ray whimpered.

Isaac brought his hands back, and began to tear at his bandages with his teeth, freeing his hands from the wrappings and gently pressed his digits against Ray’s lips.

“Suck on ‘em if you get too loud.”

His fingers caressed between her legs again, giving her that sensation of Zack’s presence and intention, and feeling her shudder with the curve of her hips only fueled his teasings. Rachel did want Zack right about now, just everything that occurred as she gave him a blowjob made her desire to have Zack inside her. Hell, even wild foreplay would suffice, as long as it was Zack making her quake in delight.

Zack began to nibble at Rachel’s neck again, bringing his hand down to unbutton Rachel’s pants, and push them down her hips, Ray wanted to help, she began to use her feet to remove her shoes and freed a leg to enable her to spread them wide enough for better positioning during sex. Pleased by Ray’s actions, he nipped at Rachel’s ear, and pushed her panties down, letting them fall to her ankles. Once she freed herself from the undergarment as well, Zack helped move her legs apart to prep Ray for what he was about to do to her.

Slowly, Zack began to roll his digits along Rachel’s womanhood, letting them feel at her sensitive outer lips to let her body crave for more touches, Ray huffed out a soft moan at first, and gently motioned her hips to rub against Zack’s hand.

“Mmh...like that?”

Ray’s response was a soft purr, letting her hips roll back and forth every time Zack caressed her. Her body was desperately needy for any sort of attention right now.

“Fuck, I love when ya’ get like this…” Zack whispered, “especially when you move like that as I touch ya’...like yer’ gonna cum any second…”

Rachel was letting out huffs of frustration, she wanted less talking and more touching to be done.

As Isaac rolled against the woman’s lips a little more, he began to dive his fingers in, letting his digits glide against the woman’s slippery folds. Ray felt herself wanting to let out a loud mewl, so she began to slide her mouth over Zack’s index and middle finger.

“Damn, yer’ so wet too…” Zack mused, “makes me wanna skip the foreplay and get to the fucking…”

Ray shared the same sentiment, and let her teeth nip at Zack’s fingers to show her impatience. Zack wasn’t going to have her feisty attitude just yet, he knew how to subdue her. Rachel’s legs quickly trembled as soon as Zack rolled his digits over the clit. Zack let out a devious chuckle as he continued, rolling and juddering his digits to keep her stimulated and weak, just like how she did to him. He could feel her juices start to drip from his digits. Zack leaned back a little to bring his hand up to sample her, leisurely licking at his digits to get every lustful drop he collected.

The woman panted out hot breaths, then let out a frustrated whimper, she gently suckled on Zack’s fingers to try and get his attention again, only to hear Isaac let out a soft chuckle.

“I’m not forgetting you…”

With his digits nice and clean, he brought it down to grasp at his hardened dick, while letting his foot nudge against Rachel’s, signaling her to spread her legs open a little. Ray quickly complied, positioning herself to stand slightly wide-legged, giving Zack plenty of room to slide himself inside of her. Isaac inched his hips closer to hers, and began to nudge the head inside Ray’s heated sex. Already, Ray shuddered from the intrusion, reveling in the sensation of Zack’s heat filling her up. She uttered a groan in the back of her throat while Zack continued to slide himself in her, but being as needy and impatient that she is, the woman quickly pushed back against him.

“Christ, lemme put it in myself…”

He felt her nip again, making Zack let out another chuckle. Oh well, at least she helped him free a hand, now that he was inside of her. He leaned close to start claiming her neck again, and if he was going to talk dirty to her, he may as well whisper it. His hand went back down between Ray’s legs, and let his digits slip back between her dripping lips to play with her bundle of nerves. Rachel whimpered yet again from Zack’s fingers teasing pleasurable jolts from her, but she nearly buckled when he began to move his hips.

Ray nearly called his name a couple times, only for Zack’s fingers to prevent her from speaking. She wants Zack to hear her call him by name, she wants Zack to hear that he and only he was making her feel so good, she wants her voice to drive him wild like it often did, but they were both stuck in unknown territory.

Isaac pumped himself inside of Ray, starting off that slow pace at first, but he was having that feral side kick in, just by being in this position - he wants to bite at her, hold her tight, and just let his hips slam wildly into hers. Ray tried to grip at the bricks lining the wall she was pinned against, her head tilted back a little as she hummed another long moan. Feeling Zack drag his hard cock inside of her was making her mind spin, and with Zack’s fingers adding extra stimulation, it was hard to restrain her voice.

“Mmh...god...yer’ tight too, Ray…” Zack whispered, “but you’re also takin’ me in so good…”

That dirty talk again, every time he spoke such lewdness, it left her sexually frustrated, like he knew it goaded her to fuck him harder. She quickly pushed back against Isaac, making the man slam inside of her, and causing her to quiver.

Zack breathed out his own share of moans while his hips continued the erotic motion, but feeling Ray push back against him so desperately caused him to nearly yelp a couple times.

“Mmh...f-fuck…”

Soon, Ray began to use her tongue to evict Zack’s fingers from her mouth, huffing out a couple deep breaths, but finally finding her voice to speak.

“Z-Zack...nh…” she whimpered, “...t-turn me around…”

“Huh?”

“Turn me around…” she begged, “I want to look at you…”

Zack didn’t want to pull out of her, not even for a brief moment of repositioning, but hearing that pleading tone in her voice managed to convince him. Zack pulled back for a moment, suckling his digits to clean them again, then slowly pulled out his arousal from her. They were both clearly wet from their moment of union, and once Ray turned herself around, they quickly locked eyes on each other. There was no predator/ prey mentality that often occurred during their intimate moments together, they were both in that predator mentality, like either one wanting to assert dominance over the other.

Ray wanted everything from Zack, and Zack wanted to make Ray cave from every bit of pleasure he could give her. Zack approached Rachel yet again, but felt the woman immediately pull him to shove him against the wall. The man was startled that she put him in her previous position, but he wasn’t going to let her without some retaliation. He smirked slyly, and grabbed at one of Rachel’s legs, placing it at his hip as he held it in place. It left Ray standing on only one leg, but at least it kept her spread nice and open for him. At this point, Ray didn’t care, it wasn’t the first time Zack fucked her so widely open before. One hand coiled around Zack’s shoulder, while the other hand grasped Isaac’s throbbing member, holding it by the base, and guiding it to enter her once again.

The man huffed out a soft moan as he rolled his hips to slide himself inside of Rachel, then brought his hands to Ray’s buttocks, seductively teasing her by squeezing and groping her supple cheeks. They were both turning each other on from this strong energy of dominance surrounding them.

Ray leaned close and began to press her mouth against Zack’s throat, using her teeth to tug off some bandages to expose his skin. Then she began giving it a firm suckle, desiring to leave marks all over his most vulnerable spot. Zack let out a soft purr as she did it, then exhaled a sharp gasp as Rachel began to roll her hips. In this position, she has the room to fuck Isaac in return, and she did so without hesitation.

With Rachel’s slippery heat sliding to and fro on him, he used his hands to push her deeper on his cock.

“Ray…” Zack whispered.

She lightly bit at Zack’s neck, hearing that soft hiss from the pinch, then let her tongue drag along his skin. Her hips slowly moved much quicker in pace to get that pleasing friction to knot up again.

Soon, she pulled herself up whisper into Zack’s ear, beckoning his name over and over again, with Zack’s body throbbing in an aroused reply. His grip on her tightened, she could feel Zack’s fingers press hard on her skin, probably having that chance of leaving bruises. At this point, she didn’t care, she continued her whispered moans and whimpers once Zack’s thrusts complimented her own movement. It was partially wild and heated, but also trying to stay as restrained and secretive as can be. She was literally dripping from arousal and sexual stimulation, Zack could feel it as well, it wasn’t often for his woman to get this wet - it was clear that Rachel was strongly desiring Zack, all of him.

“F-fuck, Ray...I want ya’ all to myself...you hear me?” Zack growled, “no one else is allowed to have you...and I want the world to know it…”

That sexually charged talk of possessiveness, she knew damn well what Isaac meant by that, since he had his own way of showing how he could claim her - in some occasions in at marks along her neck and body, especially around her thighs, but also he shows it by wanting to cum inside of her. Something about having a piece of himself left inside of her turned him on so much, even if it left her a mess from being unable to keep it in, it still was his sign of saying - she’s mine and mine only. Rachel always anticipated this, secretly, she liked when Zack did it, because it was him that was filling up inside of her. That sensation of being so full of him. Even when he did pull out of her, Zack never really left. That’s why she often stocked on a share of morning-after pills, or other contraceptives of the sort. They both want that primal intimacy, but nothing else that biologically followed - not yet, at least.

“Then hold me up…” she commanded, nudging Zack with her knee.

Isaac stared at her for a second, then grinned at her, she was giving him the control again. Rachel wrapped both arms around Zack to hold herself up, and felt Zack quickly pick her up. It’s rare for Zack to fuck her in the position, but he fucking loved when he did. That show of raw strength he had, while Rachel was literally helpless as he fucked her, all she could do was hold on tight and take it in. Once gravity pulled Ray down, she felt herself take in more of Zack, making her whimper in a pleased tone.

“Z-Zack…”

He was ready to fuck her senseless.

Within seconds, Isaac began to gyrate his hips, gliding his member inside of Rachel at a swift and untamed pace. If he was going to claim Ray all to himself, he was going to work for it. Ray let out a sharp gasp, then tightened her lips to whimper out her desirous moans, she coiled her legs tightly around Zack’s hips to have every inch delve deep inside of her. It wasn’t just Zack’s hips doing all the work too, Isaac let using gravity and his strength to his advantage, bouncing Rachel’s body on his hard cock to further intensify the erotic friction between themselves.

“Zack...a-ah...Zack…” she whispered in Zack’s ear. “Mmmh...”

Zack could feel Ray’s delightful throbs all around him, that tightness as Zack reeled his hips back and that slippery looseness when he pushed himself back in, she was eagerly accepting every bit of sensual pleasure given to her. Embracing the man’s growing heat, and firm hardness that grazed every sensitive nerve within her quivering walls.

Her reactions pleased Zack greatly, making him thrust inside her much faster just to feel her helpless squirms.

“Mmh...good girl…” he purred.

Ray’s heels were digging into Zack’s pelvis, pushing her hips further on him to make sure her body would never disconnect from his for even a second. Her hot breaths collected on Zack’s neck as she buried her face in it, she was desperate to stay quiet, but damn, she just wanted to let Zack’s ears ring with her passionate cries. Isaac wanted to hear her erotic singing as well, but how her body desperately responded was satisfying enough, Rachel’s hips squirmed in an attempt to move with him, try and get him to slam as hard and deep in her as he could go and graze every spot inside of her that made her shudder.

“Zack…” she whimper again, “...I-Isaac...f-faster…”

Rachel was feeling the pleasure knotting up within her, she’s getting so close to reaching that peak, all she needed was more speed to really spark that heated friction. Isaac wasn’t going to hesitate to comply, she got very tight when he fucked her with such speed. The wild pace and her throbbing tightness what what Isaac needed for his own climax to arrive. The head of his cock was feeling just as pleasurably squeezed as he often teased her by nearly pulling out, as if her body was screaming at him not to disconnect, and when he slid himself back in, that sudden envelopment of heat was enough to make the man sigh out a feral moan.

They were both close, doing everything they can to reach that edge. Zack paused for a moment to catch his breath, then held Rachel’s hips close, he was preparing himself for those final wild thrusts. Even Rachel could sense it, her arms held onto Zack tightly, along with her legs, knowing the pleasure was going to numb her. With the two of them secure, Isaac let his hips go, immediately pumping his throbbing dick as fast in her as he could. Ray almost shrieked from the sensation. He was sliding against her throbbing walls, and overloading her with so much pleasure. It was also making the growing stimulation ball up much faster than that usual teasing growth she almost felt, Isaac was making absolutely clear that he was going to claim her.

“Z-Zack…” she whispered, her tone was slightly harsh. As if she was silently shouting his name.

“A-almost…” Zack growled, “almost there...mmh…”

She could feel it, those familiar hard throbs and strong heat filling her, his body was signalling his coming orgasm, while her body was responding their own. She was incredibly tight and wet, her body couldn’t stop shaking from the pleasure, and her hips writhed relentlessly to get Zack to fuck her harder. Both of their restrained noises were going much more strained and desperate, like they were clinging ever so tightly on each other to jump over that edge together.

They knew their cries were going to be loud, so very loud that the police chasing them would hear their sounds of passion. Isaac quickly bit down on Rachel’s shirt, choosing to let the cloth muffle his aroused growls, while Rachel buried her face in Zack’s neck.

Ray could feel those first couple of strong throbs, while her own body was finally starting to cave into the pleasure, they were both getting the first sensations of their climax before it really took hold of their bodies.

The couple immediately got that mental sensation of ascending into the clouds, while their bodies felt like an uncontrollable wildfire, then the pleasure finally released itself. Both Zack and Rachel let out their own share of stifled cries, Ray huffed out lost whimpers, while Zack uttered prolonged growls, almost tearing Rachel’s shirt with his teeth.

It wasn’t just the climatic sensation that took hold, Rachel felt herself overflow from the pleasure possessing her, while Zack had that sensation of a strong need to release that pressure he had building within the base of his spine. Zack’s hips slowed down their gyrations, the pleasure was making it difficult to move at his regular wild pace, it seemed to be enough though, it kept Ray high up in the cloud much longer, as well for himself. Not only that, Ray’s tightness also helped tug Zack into finally let that pressure go.

Zack hummed out a few satisfied grunts as he could feel himself cum, spurt after spurt, filling his woman up as he promised. Rachel shuddered yet again, she could feel Zack’s load spilling into her with every gentle movement of his hips, she pressed her heels into Zack yet again, making sure he was going to give every drop to her. She wanted all of Isaac.

Slowly, the pace decreased even more, until Zack stopped moving, he leaned a little against the wall, holding onto Rachel tightly so they both could catch their breath.

Drops of Isaac was starting to escape from her, Rachel managed to arouse Zack with her desirous behavior that he came much harder than when she sucked him off. Still though, Ray was feeling more than satisfied that she felt so full of him.

“Zack…” she whimpered.

Isaac stared at Rachel, and leaned to tenderly kiss at her cheek. Even though he just came, he couldn’t be completely sure that it left him entirely spent. He began to gently roll his hips yet again, sliding his cock in and out to tease every single drop that still remained inside him.

“Mmh…” Rachel purred.

Slowly and carefully, Zack began to set Ray’s legs back down, letting one leg find the ground, while he held on the other, keeping her supported by grasping her hip. Rachel’s legs did feel wobbly from the intense pleasure she endured, but she knew Zack would do anything to keep her from toppling. She buried her face in his neck as she allowed Isaac to empty himself before finally pulling out.

Eventually, rational thought return to Isaac, and now he came to the realization that Rachel was put in a spot. There was no way they could get up and go with her filled with his seed. He still had her nice and spread open for him, keeping her other leg in his grip, while his hand held her up. He needed to readjust to have her supported, so he could have a hand free. He motioned the leg to coil around his hip again, finally freeing a hand to get to work.

Ray was still trying to regain her senses, then suddenly felt Isaac feel at her clit again, making her tremble, and try to close her legs on reflex. Zack wouldn’t let her drop her leg to close them, he knew what he had in mind.

“Z-Zack...nh...s-stop…”

Zack continued the erotic strokes of his fingers, rolling against her clit, feeling those faint throbs under his fingertips. He could hear Ray whimper and huff in a frustrated tone, while squirming to shy her hips away from his digits. Soon, she could feel Isaac spread her sex open, and let out a gasp as she could feel the liquid in her start to trickle out.

“Z-Zack...n-no...it’s coming out…”

“That’s th’ plan…” Zack said with a slight growl.

“Nh...n-no...don’t, Zack…”

Zack wouldn’t listen, he kept her wide open to let himself spill from her.

“Ya’ helped me out of a spot, now you’re in one too,” Zack replied, “...so calm yer’ tits...we can do this again when we get home…”

Ray was feeling desperate and also very selfish, she didn’t want any drop of Zack to leave her, but he did have a point - there was no way they could head home in the state Zack put her in. Besides, he already proved his words by claiming Ray all to himself, and he was damn sure to do it all again. She had no other choice but to let Zack help her out, shaking from his touches, and letting out faint moans. With Zack’s digits rolling and rattling Ray’s bud, he could see that familiar expression of pleasure starting to take hold.

“Mmh! Nnghh…” Ray grunted, trying to stay quiet as a smaller orgasm engulfed her.

Isaac kissed at Ray’s temple, making sure she wouldn’t collapse, and allowed her to compose herself as she caught her breath. She was no longer filled with him.

“All good, Ray?” Zack whispered, “...ready to take off?”

Rachel softly panted, “Y-Yeah…”

“Good girl...now, pull yer’ pants up...we’ll be heading home…”

He slowly let Ray’s body relax to stand completely, and even supervised her to make sure she could redress herself without stumbling over her feet. Once Zack and Rachel buttoned up their pants, the woman suddenly felt Zack give her a playful smack on the rear. Ray immediately flinched, but stifled her surprised yelp.

Isaac lightly chuckled, then kissed her temple yet again, “That was fuckin’ great, Ray...once we get home...I think the next round will be even better…”

“That’s if we ever get home...if you keep talking like that, we both might end up back to square one.”

Zack let out an amused snort, “Smartass...alright, then we should hurry the fuck back.”

“With no cops to chase us home this time.”

“We’ll have to find that out...let’s hurry,” Zack retorted.

“Lead the way, then…”

The two left the area where they relieved their lustful needs, and kept a sharp eye out around every corner of the alley. With the both of them in the clear again, the couple hurried out of the bustling part of the city to head to the place where they called home. It was quite a thrill, but the two seemed to have no regrets with what transpired, they enjoyed that brief moment of passion together, and were eager to do it all over again.

#oh look theyre in fucking public doing some public fucking cuz we're all a bunch of dirty fucking sinners.docx #fanfic sin

29 notes · View notes