Jeff had never been a particularly promiscuous man before he'd entered the Realm. But he knew damn well he'd never once taken a man this big. Feeling him throb deep inside him.
"Fuck, so -- d-damn big..." the Survivor huffs. Very close to his own limits too. "Ngh --!"
The killer sped up, his grip on the survivor growing tighter as he felt his orgasm approaching. Eager to dumb his first of many loads into the hairy manโs hole, pushing his hips deeper into him.
Jeff had hoped to distract the Killer long enough for the other Survivors to finish the generators. He'd led them around the trial -- and now that they'd finally caught him, it seemed like they didn't have hooking him on the mind
Just using his thick ass to get themselves off.
Damn. He was losing himself in their rough rhythm. Their grunts and groans growing louder and louder. The harsh smack of bodies colliding forcefully. Had the others powered the gates? Or even finished one generator?
He barely cared. Not as long as they kept fucking like this.
He has to say these sounds are so much better than the ones he used to get out of Jeffโฆ
Itโs hard to imagine he used to enjoy killing him, using his cock, ass and mouth is simply so much more enjoyable
It's a different sound than his usual grunts and screams. But just as exciting, perhaps.
Jeff's curvy form shakes and shudders with every press. The warmth of his tongue making his whole body arch into its trail -- drawing out another breathy groan. "Mnmm. God damn..."
The killer leaned in, dragging his tongue accros the hairy chest of the artist, cock throbbing at the sound of his pleasure.
The pleasure of his partner doesnโt really do anything for him usually butโฆhe does love hearing Jeff moaning
Some of the younger Survivors keep saying something, when he would run past them or work on a generator at their side. Something about his body -- though, maybe, he's too old to understand what they mean.
...what the hell is a 'gyatt'? And why do they keep saying it around him?
-- he should've guessed as much. Not that he has much choice. It's either here, under the killer, or stuck up on a hook. He knows which he prefers.
Groaning louder and louder. His curvy form slapped firm by each heavy buck. Eyes half-lidded. Shivering. "F-fuck -- !"
Wether the others are done soon is irrelevent. Does Jeff think the Oni will be satted after one round ? He might be if he was a mere toy but there is no way he's letting go of such a nice piece of ass now~ Besides...if his cock needs a break he can use Jeff's for a round or two~
"A-ah -- ! Mnm -- God -- G-God damn -- !"
Jeff groans out between his clenched teeth. Hoping that the others are almost done -- and far away from the sound of their harsh fucking. Legs twitching on either side of the Oni. His own cock throbbing hard; dripping pre onto himself.
The Oni does not hold back, fucking the man roughly, his heavy demon balls slapping his hairy asscheeks with no mercy as he makes his stomach bulge with his lenght.
Beads of sweat dripping down onto the other's body, seems like the killer is really into him.
"Mnmm -- ! Ngh -- !"
-- the heavy slap of the Oni's ruts into him seem to reverberate around the trial. A far cry from the usual sounds of terror and pain. That thick length driving into his warm hole again and again -- making him shudder and groan.
"F-fuck -- !"
After a desperate attempt try to save himself Jeff managed to get the Oni fully addicted to his hairy ass.
The killer is more than happy to let the three others go if he gets to have fun with his new favorite toy, but it seemed like it works out quite well for Jeff...
Jeff had hoped to distract the Killer long enough for the other Survivors to finish the generators. He'd led them around the trial -- and now that they'd finally caught him, it seemed like they didn't have hooking him on the mind
Just using his thick ass to get themselves off.
"Mnmm -- !"
Jeff feels like he should be focusing on generators. But he's been so damn pent-up lately! So he's letting the first person (or being) he met in the Fog pound his fuzzy ass again and again!
"F-fuck -- ! Ngh -- !"
Heโs in the cornfields of Coldwind. Ripping off his tattered shirt with a grunt. That damn chainsaw wielding madman โ heโd missed him, barely, but left his whole attire torn up in the chase.
โ even his jeans were ripped, showing off the curvy form beneath. โDamn it.โ
"Mnmm -- !"
Jeff feels like he should be focusing on generators. But he's been so damn pent-up lately! So he's letting the first person (or being) he met in the Fog pound his fuzzy ass again and again!
"F-fuck -- ! Ngh -- !"
@adultslayer Oh. Oh, shit --!
Jeff tried to move; crouching and moving backwards. Trying to hide behind a nearby tree. But it's in that moment, of course, a twig loudly SNAPS underfoot...
"Shit..."
Jeff smiles softly and pats his shoulder. "Nah -- it's alright. No worries. It's...hardly the worst thing another survivor has done to me in here. Besides, like I said, this place plays tricks on you."
Another firm pat before he draws back.
He sighs and shakes his head. "Never said that, James. Being in a place like this...it plays tricks on you. Half the psychos trying to get us can mess with your head. Zap you 'till you see things or fuck up your perception with gas..."
-- there's nothing here. Not that he sees.
โIโm not crazy.โ
He sounded a little defensive, quickly brushing the otherโs hand off. He turned away, arms wrapped around himself.
โI *know* what I saw. It was her. Sheโฆshe led us here for a reason. We just need to find out why.โ
A heavy hand settles on his shoulder. Jeff giving him a cautious -- hopefully encouraging -- and soft smile.
"...you're not the only one who sees things out here. This place -- with how stressed out and messed up we get -- it's only natural. It's...gonna' be okay."