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Butterflies were fluttering in her stomach and steadily lowered to between her legs at his next words, “I want you to come smoke with me, not here, I know a quieter place.” He rolled the small yellow bud between his large thumb and finger like he was….nervous, before looking up at her again.

“Hmm,” she started with mock contemplation, “I think I can make that happen, seeing as I have the pack but you have the lighter. It’s a deal,” she took the first flower and held it up, gesturing for him to do the same. As she did, she instructed him to eat it, make sure it coats his whole tongue, and swallow it as soon as it’s covered. He looked at her warily, but she popped it in her mouth and started chewing, wrinkling her nose at the immediate grassy flavor and the buzzing, tingling sensation coating her mouth. His face mirrored hers for a moment as he followed suit, chewing and swallowing as she told him to.

“Good boy,” she couldn’t help herself, “Now drink up!” She lifted her shot to his for a soft clink, then touched it to the table before swallowing it in one go.

She finished hers fast enough to get to watch his face as the nasty bubbling liquor was swallowed, muted by the tingling of the flower on his tongue.

He sputtered, “What the fuck was that?” It felt so strange, like he’d lost feeling in his mouth.

“That’s the point of the flower, the shots are gross so you cancel out the taste with the numbing effect of the bud,” She said matter-of-factly, but with a bright smile like she enjoyed his reaction, “They’re called Buzz Buttons.”

He smacked his mouth, feeling his tongue but not feeling with his tongue. Odd. How’d she discover this? So weird. He decided not to focus on it now; he had another shot to take before he could get his hands on what he really wanted.

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He gestured for her to follow him, out of the pulsing EDM of the dance floor main area of the club, and into a hallway with plush carpeting. She followed him diligently, the hallway seeming to go on forever, but she blamed that and the growing heat in her lower body on the alcohol.

He stopped short, and she nearly smacked into his shoulder. He was holding the door open, to the…women’s room? She gave him a quizzical look, but it disappeared when he placed that heated calloused hand on her lower back to guide her in. “No one comes here, the NPCs don’t go, and no Crawlers will care.”

She still looked at him warily but moved further into the five-stall restroom. It was clean and well-kept. Oh well, she’d been in worse bathrooms doing worse things.

He leaned against the counter, only slightly less looming than he was at full height. And held out his hand, the lighter glinting in his palm. Her fuzzy brain finally cleared when she realized he was gesturing for the cigarettes. She pulled out one and handed it to him, and to her surprise, he stopped her, flicking the lighter open and striking it, the green flame hovering between them.

“You light it,” he said as she finally caught up and put it between her lips like before.

What happened next felt like slow motion.

She was standing so close to him, almost between his bulky legs, as he leaned on the counter. Her eyes tracked his movements as he leaned down, left hand coming up to cuff her throat and grip her jaw, steadying her as he brought the flame close with his right. She inhaled on the cig as the flame licked it, puffing through her nose before pulling again without moving from this position. Her eyes burned from the swirls of smoke.

But all of that flew out of her head when he said, “That’s it, that’s a good girl.”

Her jaw was still anchored by his firm grip when he pocketed the lighter and reached to pluck the cigarette from her lips, placing it in his own. Smoke was still trickling from her nose and agape mouth as she watched him inhale deeply, his eyes closing and releasing a deep moan. The sound sent electricity to every nerve in her body. She swallowed hard, the motion rolling past his hand that still collared her throat. He took another drag, looking at her like he wanted to eat her alive.

Then he ashed the cigarette, holding it away from them as he used his hand around her neck to pull her mouth to his in a searing kiss where he exhaled all the smoke from his hit into her open mouth, she coughed, choked a little, but he didn’t let up. Just shoved the smoke in further with his tongue, full, wet, open-mouthed kissing her.

Her knees felt like they were jelly. He was practically holding her up by the throat. “Fuck,” he panted, “I’ve been waiting to do that all night.” Her boldness surprised her again when she answered, “Really? Anything else you’ve been waiting to do?” His chest rumbles with a low chuckle before licking his lips, taking another drag, and releasing her face to flip her until she’s facing the counter now, hip bones pressed hard between him and the marble. She looks up at him through the mirror in shock. He’s placed the cigarette in his mouth, holding it with his teeth while his left hand spans her waist, gripping her hard as he presses into her. His right hand wastes no time snaking into her hair to wrap it around his fist and tug her head back until she’s looking at him upside down and her throat is exposed in the mirror. “Fuck me,” he grits out around the cigarette. “You’re so perfect like this, all soft and open for me.” He rolls his hips into her from behind, his cock grinding so deliciously between her legs that she pushes back against him, chasing the pressure. He shoves her waist further into the marble, moving his hand to splay on her back and tilt her forward more, her ass up and her breasts on the cold stone.

He groans and makes his way over to the cat who’s talking to a very Normal Woman who is also talking animatedly with a….Marlboro in her hand. Unlit. The pack is clutched in her other hand as she chats with Donut. Donut is saying something to him, but he’s just stuck, staring intently at the woman who has now placed the cigarette to her lips and is leaning towards him, looking up through dark lashes. After a moment, she cuts her eyes back to Donut, “She said you’d have a light?” He blinks, eyes glazed, but not because he’s chatting with someone through his interface. As a human, his vice was tobacco and nicotine, but now, as a primal, this woman is the most intoxicating thing in the club. Christ, the way she’s looking at him is almost obscene. Her eyes, her mouth, that fucking cigarette. He recovers, snarking about Donut talking too much and whipping that goblin lighter out of his inventory and letting the woman light up. She closes her eyes, leaning back and pulling the ember damn near halfway down…shit. She blows it out in his direction, and the curls of smoke almost make his knees buckle. So much for that high constitution. She flicks the filter with her thumb and holds it out to him, “You can have one, man, just ask.” She gives a toothy grin as he rolls his eyes and takes it from her, lining his own mouth up with where hers had been. Tasting cherry and tobacco. He braces one hand on the table while the other keeps the cigarette pinched with thumb and forefinger to his lips as he finishes it off, pulling on it twice, until it’s just a smoldering filter. Then, leaning his height over the small booth table, he catches her eyes again as he snuffs out the butt in the small ashtray right in front of her. He lingers; he can’t help himself. Fuck me, what the hell am I doing?

His eyes rove over her face again, cataloging her. Sharp brows, soft eyes, pronounced cheekbones, he clears his throat roughly and quickly when her pink tongue darts out of her smirk to wet her lips. The look affects him, to say the least. He’s still hovering in her personal space, trapped there but not exactly itching to move. Well, something is eager to move, and he’s reminded of it as his groin presses closely to the edge of the table, friction just right. The woman is clearly enjoying his state at the moment, and it seems that great minds do think alike, as her gaze traces down the muscled arm with the still-planted hand in front of her, to the growing bulge in his printed boxers. She feels her face grow hot when she realizes he’s half hard from just a single smoke and that she’s staring. Donut is quick to innocently disrupt the building tension like any loyal pet would right before mommy and daddy wrestle in the bed without them. “Carl, I’d like you to meet Lila,” she said, holding out a paw to point at the woman. “She’s sooo cool, Carl! We simply must sit with her tonight!” She pauses and turns her sunglasses to him, “Carl? Are you alright? You look like you do when you’ve just turned on those noisy videos of women touching each other. Just sit down already, Carl, honestly!” She said with an exasperated tail flick. The woman raised an eyebrow and snickered into her drink as Carl sat down with a heavy sigh and what Lila thought was a muffled “Goddamnit Donut”. Donut was talking quickly again, tail happily swishing as she told some long-winded tale of her and Carl’s latest adventure, but the woman’s attention was admittedly elsewhere.

Carl was watching Donut, and the genuine care and love in his expression were evident, and, frankly, were serving to make her even more attracted to the tall man. And boy was he tall, had to be at least a head taller than her, not to mention built like a fridge. The thought of him looming over her with that same intensity as before made goosebumps appear on her arms.

She downed the rest of her drink to clear her mind, but it didn’t help; the alcohol just fueled the lewd flames. She chimed in on the conversation occasionally, but opted to stay quiet for the most part, choosing to instead indulge in her thoughts about the large man pressing his calloused palm between her shoulder blades as he roughly bent her over the table and kicked her feet apart, spreading her wide for him. The next round of drinks came, and her flush was beyond noticeable, the heated skin prickling every time they made eye contact, and he held it, almost sizing her up. Maybe he was having the same thoughts about her. No, there’s no way. He’s so focused; he doesn’t let distractions in.

Carl felt the muscle in his jaw tick as he clenched his teeth. This woman, Lila, was just looking at him like she was trying to figure him out. And whenever he met her eyes, she looked pointedly away from him, but always pressed her lips together before wetting them again with that pretty pink tongue. It was like a tick, a nervous habit, something she couldn’t help and something he couldn’t stop thinking about.

That tongue.

What it would look like hanging out of her wide-open mouth with the head of his cock pressing it flat. His jaw popped painfully with that image, and he had to stealthily adjust his erection into his waistband whilst sitting at the table. He leaned back with one arm on the back of the booth, and his knees spread in an effort to relax and stave off the perverted thoughts about this stranger.

She chokes on the sip of her new drink, which she had taken as he reclined back in the booth, arm out on the back of it, and adjusted himself in the seat with a tiny thrust forward. Which of course snaps her attention to the even more prominent part of him, straining the loose fabric of the boxers. The sleeveless jacket shows off those arms, the tight protective shirt clinging to obvious muscles along his torso and chest. She exhales hard and doesn’t avert her gaze this time when he catches her. When he huffs a laugh with half his mouth curling into a lopsided smile, she wrinkles her brows in brief confusion before registering Donut’s voice talking directly to her. “Hellooo! Lila! My word, you’re worse than Carl! I was saying that I’m taking Sledgy to the Penis Parade and you need to come too! You’d adore it in there; there are all kinds of sexy men in there, and they love us.” She nodded her head at the Cretin near the booth. “I don’t know, Donut, that’s not exactly..” “Oh, darling, not your type? Well, I’m sure we can make a detour to the bitches side!”

At that, Lila barked a laugh, a hand coming up to try and stifle it but failing. “No Donut,” she said with a full smile, “That’s not what I meant, I just mean I kind of need another cigarette, and I’m not sure I want that kind of attention right now, but thank you for the offer.” She emphasized the statement with a flourish of her drawing out another cigarette and popping the rest of the pack back into her inventory. She didn’t miss the way Carl’s eyes locked on the rolled item in her fingers. “Ugh, those disgusting things, seriously, Lila, they cling to fur and make everything smell so awful!” She shook her head and licked her paw, cleaning her face as if the offending thing had already been lit. “But I understand,” she turned and wiggled her butt before hopping onto The Sledge’s shoulder, speaking to Carl before they walked off. “Play nice, please, Carl, don’t run her off.” He chuckled and put his hands up in mock surrender at the cat’s words.

A few minutes later, Lila flagged down a waitress and ordered four shots of a sparkly purple liquor, which came with four yellow flower buds in a small dish.

Carl looked apprehensively at the shots and the flowers, “I don’t do shots, especially not ones with mysterious flowers.”

She rolled her eyes at him and set two shots and two flowers in front of both of them. “You’ll do them tonight if you want another cigarette, big boy.” She almost surprised herself with her own audacity when the words came out.

Damn, maybe shots weren’t a good idea; clearly, she was already not thinking straight. But to her relief, another half grin split his face as he huffed another laugh, shaking his head at her good-naturedly.

“Fine, I’ll do it if you do it, but I want more than a cigarette.” he paused as if choosing his words carefully and looking at her with that same gaze from earlier.

Donut had long since disappeared into the Penis Parade, indulging in her third—or fourth, dirty shirley of the night. It had been just them two, deciding to relish in one of the last nights of normalcy they would have on the ninth floor. As if any of it was normal. A rotating cadre of performers had spent the night so far singing and playing music at the dimly lit stage. The Desperado liked to put shows on like this occasionally during crawler’s down time. Carl would go on to enjoy a few drinks, just enough to calm his nerves. Nerves about Donut, Katia, the looming war, everything. All he wanted was a night of no worry, some time where he could just let go. He wanted a fucking cigarette. A caprid played a smooth saxophone melody under the haze of smoke. It lolled on in the background.

The menu tonight forwent most of the classic staples of the bar in favor of a thematic selection. At his hesitation, Carl ordered an old fashioned and sat at the bar, trying to clear his mind of his frantic worries. The night dragged on. He watched the movement of those around him, other crawlers and NPC’s drunkenly swaying to the music. He was just barely aware enough to be ready for anything at a moment’s notice.

The caprid had reached the end of his set, and someone new took his place. A woman. An NPC, but clearly the form of an Earth human. Carl felt an inkling of curiosity in the back of his mind.

She appeared on stage and stepped into the light, settling in front of the microphone. A few musicians took their place behind her. Carl downed the rest of his drink, a strange emotion—not the familiar haze of drunkenness—stirring in his belly. Her body was a delicate form, curves wrapped in a tight red dress that ended dangerously high on her thighs. It almost disappeared into her skin under the red lights. 

“Hi everyone,” she spoke into the microphone, her voice coy and sultry. “I’ve missed you.”

Carl was suddenly reminded of when he had met Tsarina Signet on the dungeon’s third floor. He immediately felt enraptured by the woman’s beauty, and it had caused him to break his own finger to release him from the arousal.

It was like that, but different. The woman on stage was radiant, even in the dim light. Alluring. Impossible to look away from. Carl hadn’t felt this way in a very long time, and doubted he ever would again. Survival was too much of a priority to even consider lust and attraction. That all flew out the window when she opened her mouth.

“I have a few songs for you lovely crawlers.” Cheers and whoops erupted from the audience. Maybe she was a crowd favorite. Carl felt odd that he had never heard of this woman before. He examined her properties as the pianist began a slow, dark melody.

Red.

This is a non-combatant NPC.

Known to the public as Red, this NPC is a fan-favorite jazz singer in the Syndicate network! She is known for her alluring voice and signature color across all her performances.

Carl found it odd that the usually snarky AI just ended it there. There had to have been more to it. Without realizing, he found he wanted to know as much as possible about this woman. Before he could pull anything up on his HUD, she started to sing.

You moved like honey

In my dreams last night

Yeah, some old fires were burning

You came near to me

And you endeared to me

But you couldn’t quite discern me

It was just her, and another NPC playing the piano so very slowly. It was agonizing, the pace of the song. The hot blaze in her eyes held Carl’s full attention. The faint, rhythmic crashes of cymbals faded in, providing a steady beat that matched Carl’s heart in half-time.

Does that scare you?

I’ll let you run away

But your heart will not oblige you

You’ll remember me, like a melody

Yeah, I’ll haunt the world inside you

A large upright bass vibrated deep through his skull. It was like he had been pulled into an inescapable trance. She was like a siren.

And my big secret

Gonna win you over

Slow like honey

Heavy with mood

Red finished the song, like wading through a thick fog, dragging out every word and hum. When she found Carl’s eyes near the end, she flashed her teeth in a sultry smile. He could have sworn he saw the universe in her eyes at that moment. It felt like the first hit of a cigarette. What was happening?

Carl sat there, unmoving, listening intently to the rest of her set. She sang three more songs before delicately leaving the stage, disappearing through a thick curtain. Messages and notifications had come and gone, left unread and ignored. Nothing could possibly be more important than the indescribable connection he was feeling to this stranger. Completely unbeknownst to the crawler, that strange feeling in his core had grown into a full blown hard-on, straining through his heart-patterned boxers. 

He turned into the bar, ordering another drink and willing it down.

He found her an hour later, leaning against a wall in a dim hallway far from the main hall of the Desperado. She still had the radiant glow about her, even in here. Carl watched fervently, her red lips wrapped around a lit cigarette. A real cigarette. He thought the scent had to have been fake, an addition to the themed decor of the club.

“Where did you get that?” He asked, his words dripping with need. His body moved without permission, desperate to get closer to both the woman and the tobacco.

“Somewhere you can’t go.” A smirk tugged at the edge of her lips. The music was muffled back here, dampened by the thick walls of the club. He moved again, uncontrollably entering her personal space. “Did you need something, crawler?”

“Can I bum a smoke?” The singer tilted her head to gaze at him through lidded eyes. Without saying a word, she pulled the half-gone cigarette to her mouth, wrapping her red lips around the stick and inhaling deep. She moved her body to face him and, without words, motioned for him to come closer. Their faces were only mere inches apart. She brought her finger up to his lip, pulling it down oh so slightly to open his mouth. In a quick second, she smiled.

Then, she blew the smoke directly into his mouth.

Carl shuddered, a hot sensation rippling through his body from head to toe. It felt incredible. Both the rush of the nicotine and the potent eroticism of the situation he had found himself in. Fuck Emberus, he thought, I could worship her instead. He hadn’t felt this in a long time, and there really was nothing holding him back from indulging entirely. The erection he had calmed down earlier now returned to attention. Carl watched as she raked her eyes over his body. Oddly enough, he didn’t feel embarrassed. Only needy. At the complete behest of this stranger. Her voice broke the silence.

“Are you just going to stand there?” She flicked off the ash of the deteriorating cigarette. “Or are we gonna take care of that?” Her gaze flicked down to the tent in his boxers.

“Is that what you want?”

“I was watching you. Watching you watch me. I know that look.” She passed Carl the remainder of the cigarette. He took one last deep drag, savoring the taste, and let it drop to the floor. He stepped forward, pinning her in between him and the wall.

“You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes upon. I can’t believe I’ve never seen you before.” He murmured, hot against her neck. He was almost shocked at the confidence the nicotine gave him. He hadn’t spoken like this in a very long time. His hands, large and rough, finally met her waist. He drove his body into hers, his covered cock pressing into her stomach. He bit back a groan at the friction.

“I’ve only been here a few times since the start of the season.” She whined breathlessly, his lips meeting the sweat-slicked skin of her neck. It tasted like the sea, of the Earth and salt. “I’ve seen you though, crawler. It’s hard—fuck, not to.” Carl lifted her up, his hands gripping her ass tightly. They skimmed just under the hem of her dress, scratching lines into her skin. She stifled another moan as their lips finally met, crashing in a heated fury. As she wrapped her legs around him, he wasted no time in dipping a hand down underneath her dress, massaging her inner thigh before moving anywhere else.

“God, fuck—” Her hands raked through his long and soft hair, gripping tightly at the base. “You know, I don’t—mmm, I don’t just do this with anyone.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself.” The two of them were just strangers passing through the night together. 

In this fucked up place, Carl thought, there was no reason to hide.

Carl sank to his knees, overwhelmed by the desire to find out what she tasted like. What she sounded like under him. They were still in the hallway, but not a single soul had passed by in the time he was there.

“Can I, please?” The air still hung thick with smoke. She inhaled deeply, spreading her legs just enough to expose her lacy underwear and give him enough space. His hand was still there, dangerously close to her flaring hot core, tracing small shapes on her inner thighs. Her pussy was dripping wet, almost embarrassingly so. More than it had been in a long time. Carl used one finger to drag a long and slow line up her underwear, collecting the wetness in one sweep. She shuddered under his touch.

“Holy shit,” She gasped, tightening her grip on his hair. He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, hot and wanting.

“Usually I don’t fall for traps, but I think you’ve snared me in yours.”

“I don’t remember setting one.” She could be confident and snarky too, if she wanted. With the hair bundled up in her fist, she guided his head right into the apex of her thighs. He pulled the thin band of fabric to the side, attaching his lips to her swollen clit.

She groaned, her legs weakening by the second. He adjusted her so her legs draped over his shoulders, putting her full weight onto him.

“Can you take a finger for me, honey?” He crooned, using the term she had sung so passionately about only an hour ago. Saying nothing, she nodded.

He pressed in a finger, down to the knuckle. It pulled a loud squeal out of the singer, a noise similar to her falsetto. He moved in and out rhythmically—adding another digit, aligning his pumps with the swirls of his tongue. His cock was throbbing below him, leaking precum into a small dark patch on the front of his boxers.

She squirmed against the cold brick wall, squeezing her legs around Carl’s head. 

For a crawler so hellbent on survival, she thought, he damn sure knew how to eat a girl out. 

She chased her fastly approaching orgasm, something in the back of her mind telling her this night was far from over. He took his time, drawing languid circles with his tongue. Pushing her to the edge, then pulling back, blowing cool air onto her desperate pussy. She whined louder each time. A top five crawler was going down on her in the back of the Desperado. It was sure to be all over the recap episodes, a new ship name created for them on the top of every social media channel. She didn’t care. A former crawler herself, there was nothing left to embarrass her with. The touch felt like a new high, something the cigarettes could never quite give her. Something she hadn’t truly felt in a long time.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered, bucking her hips into Carl’s giving mouth, craving the friction he so willingly provided.

“Gonna come for me, sweetheart?” The loss of his lips burned as his hot words spilled out. She pushed his head right back in. He happily obliged, lapping and sucking at her swollen clit.

The universe in her eyes burst as she released into his wanting mouth for the first time. He guided her through it, his fingers hooking onto her pleasure and his hand massaging her ass. She looked spectacular, overcome with post-orgasm haze.

He looked up at her with a lazy smile, the lower half of his face glistening with her orgasm. Her hand was resting at his roots, his hair flowing long and smooth down his back.

“Do you want to find a room?”

The singer and the crawler tumbled into a nearby room, just barely shutting the doors behind them before ripping each other’s clothes off. The purpose of this old room had probably been just for this, two people having a night of passion in the throes of war. There was a stripped mattress off to the side, low enough to the ground that it was more likely to be tripped over. Carl stopped, holding her in place. He took in the sight of her, makeup and hair gently mussed, the soft warm skin under his hands. He felt trapped, in the most positive of ways. Like nothing else in his whole life could ever replicate this feeling.

He decided, in the moment, he needed to see this woman again.

“Is Red your real name?” He asked, kissing her jaw.

“No.” A moan whispered out into the silence of the room. The music from the club was nothing more than a faint bassline pulsing through their veins. He wanted to know everything about this woman. Carl pulled off his jacket and accessories, feeling some of his abilities strip away. He didn’t feel less powerful, no. He still felt complete with her in front of him. She filled those gaps. Their clothes littered the floor in scattered heaps. The world ceased to exist outside of this room.

The only two people to exist were the dungeon’s number one crawler, and an NPC singer who just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

Artificial moonlight streamed in from a broken window, highlighting the delicate curves of her naked body. Carl had never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life. She moved swiftly, pushing him down onto the mattress and mounting him. They both still had their underwear on.

“These are funny,” she smirked, toying with the band of Carl’s boxers. “I couldn’t put it past the AI to pick its favorite crawler and just torture them all season.” His hard-on was aching, absolutely desperate for touch. She smiled at his desperation, placing a flat palm over his length. 

“I’ve gotten used to it,” he responded, his voice a deep and heady groan. He wiggled, chasing the high of motion. She shifted her weight down, laying face down on the mattress at eye level with his groin. Heat radiated off it, even underneath the boxers. A dark patch had grown right where the tip of his dick was, and she pressed a small kiss to it.

“Oh honey, you—you can’t,” His reaction was immediate, needy. It made her smile. She adjusted her hands, pulling down the boxers to finally allow his cock to spring free. It was big, bigger than she’d ever had, precum still leaking out of the head. No one she’d ever actually had sex with had wanted her this bad. There were plenty of fans she'd assumed would give up their life for her, but this was something else.

The number one crawler in the dungeon, a ruthless man who would stop at nothing to protect his loved ones. She’d watched it. The interactions he’d had with his friends. The battles he’d fought. This man needs this, she thought. His hands found her hair, already mussed and stuck to her forehead with a thin sheet of sweat. She looks like a goddamned angel, he thought. Carl had become keenly aware of his appearance, holding direct eye contact with her. She stared up at him, through his bulging cock, waiting for him to say something—anything. He laughed.

“Fuck, doll. You look incredible down there.” She let out a small giggle, but said nothing as she wrapped first a hand, then her red lips around him. He threw his head back onto the mattress immediately upon contact, afraid he wasn’t going to last at all. She pulled off and let a line of spit fall onto his dick, using her hand to coat him in slick. She was no stranger to a good blowjob, but Carl had to be the biggest she’s ever had. What was he again? A primal class? It sounded big, animalistic. His hands tightened their grip in her scalp, gently pushing her back down. She obliged, going down as deep as she could and back up, the lewd sounds filling the small room.

“Ohh, fuck—that’s s-so good,” he whimpered, both hands on her head, driving her up and down. She kept looking at him, despite his tightly shut eyes. “You have n-no idea how bad I needed this.” She hummed on his cock, her sweet voice and the vibrations driving him insane. She continued to bob up and down, using her hand for the spots she couldn’t reach. Carl’s hands tightened the grip they had in her hair, guiding her to hit all the perfect spots. Her tongue swirled over his slit when she reached the top, eliciting a filthy moan from the crawler’s mouth. She popped off again, sensing his approaching orgasm. He whined at the separation. It was fun to play, to make him wait.

“You’re a goddamned star,” he had said.

“I know.”

She bounced up to her knees, pulling off her lacy underwear and tossing it playfully towards his face. He watched intensely as she settled on top of him, hovering dangerously close to his wet cock. But instead of letting him fuck her, she moved so his dick rubbed up against her throbbing pussy. She repeated the motion a few times, relishing in the sweet heat bubbling to the surface. Carl let out a low groan, his eyes flickering between her face and her legs.

“Fuckin’ quit it,” he moaned, hands on her hips. He contradicted his own words by guiding her back and forth. It just felt so good. She leaned down, kissing his bare chest and neck. Mmm, she groaned into his neck, “make me.” His grip tightened, his nails pressing crescents into her warm skin. He flipped the both of them over, the naked woman breathless underneath him. The moonlight hit her curves just right, highlighting the ridges and valleys of her smooth skin. His gaze smoldered, burning a hole through her. Still riding the high of their encounter in the hallway, she grinned.

“My name,” she said, almost a whisper. Carl smiled, a devious, heart-melting smile. He brought his mouth to her neck, sucking a spot until purple bloomed under her skin.

“What, doll?” He crooned, bringing a finger back to her soaking clit and rubbing small circles.

“Y/N.” It came out desperately, like she was letting go the last of any anonymity she carried.

“Oh, Y/N.” The name dripped from his lips slow like honey. “So sweet.” With all clothes between them gone, the heat of skin and tension was almost unbearable. Carl needed to be in her, and she needed to be fucked.

“Just, fuck—need you in me, please,” she whined, music to Carl’s ears. Her singing pulled him in, and her moans would be his undoing. It had been enough time. He lined up at her waiting entrance, and pushed in.

One long joint groan from the two of them filled the space as they grabbed at each other aimlessly. Carl kept one hand on her clit, the other adjusting her leg to sit against his chest. He had pushed all the way to the hilt, she could tell. It stretched deliciously, filling her in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. Her voice spilled out, half-laugh and half-moan. Carl continued to grunt with every thrust.

“Such a good girl, fuck,” his voice was driving her insane. “Such a pretty pussy too. F-feels amazing.” It sounded more and more like the dominating crawler she had seen on the recaps. Maybe she wouldn’t mind seeing him again. He increased his pace, hitting that perfect spot that made those stars in her eyes burst over and over again. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she chanted with every hit. It felt like a prayer. Nothing had felt like this. None of the crawlers or NPC’s she’d fucked had ever prioritized her pleasure, and none of them definitely weren’t as sexy as the man in front of her now. At the end of a thrust, Carl picked her up, twisting her to her hands and knees. Her ass was on full display for him. He quickly re-entered her, hitting a spot new and deep enough to white out her vision. She cried out into the mattress, her face pressed down into the blanket. He relished in the view of her below him, skin meeting skin over and over again. Carl bit down on his lip in focus as he rammed into her. The way she squirmed under him…

“Fuck, Carl. I’m s-so close,” She whimpered, her voice muffled by the sheets. 

“It’s alright, honey,” he crooned. “We have all night.” 

The heavy threat of Faction Wars had left Carl’s mind hours ago. He would give her all night. He would make sure Donut was safe, and he would never let this woman go. With each thrust, he claimed a piece of her for himself. There was no going back now. 

Lost in his own head, he almost missed the way she tightened her grip on the sheets, back arching in pleasure. Her legs seizing up, feet hitting Carl at the waist. She let out a long stream of curses and moans as she orgasmed again. “That feel good?” He shuddered as her walls clenched around him, pushing through to his own climax. It came only moments later, the sounds of skin on skin slowing to a stop. She nodded and pulled at the sheets in raw pleasure. 

The room was hot. It filled with the faint scent of sex and sweat as the crawler fell down onto the mattress next to the singer. His hair, long and sleek, fanned out in all directions, mingling with hers. He pulled her close, her humming in contentment.

“You have a beautiful voice.” Carl said, breaking a few minutes of silence. She smiled at him, her eyes glazed over in lust.

“Thank you,” she murmured, pressing a warm kiss to his exposed neck.

“Did you write those? The—uh, the songs.” He had no idea why he suddenly felt nervous. Fucking a complete stranger was nothing, but talking to her, watching her expressions change…

Something clicked in his head. He couldn't place it.

“No,” she breathed out a laugh. “It’s from a repertoire they gave me. Songs from your planet. I like them a lot this season.” Your planet. He hadn’t recognized any of the songs she sang. He looked at her, first deep into her eyes, then at her whole face. She looked human. Had human anatomy. His mind raced with so many questions.

As if she could read his mind, she laughed. “My planet was human-seeded too,” she drew shapes absentmindedly on his waist. Maybe she could just read his mind. He opened his mouth to speak, but she began to hum. She didn’t want to talk anymore.

It was a melody similar to the one she had sung earlier in the club as she mounted Carl, legs on either side of his slick body. They both knew this night was far from over.

Carl needs to keep face around everyone. This deep into the dungeon, he has a reputation. He’s strong, aggressive, and would stop at nothing to protect his friends. They call him ruthless. He can’t let them see him break down, can’t let them know he’s struggling. The river in his mind roars constantly, and he’s itching for a night alone with you. He’s so tired, but all he wants right now is to take care of you.

Behind closed doors, the walls come down. You look at him with your big eyes, and he crawls onto the bed to face you. He’s kissing your neck, chest, arms, but in the brief in-between moments, you can see the exhaustion in his eyes.

“Hey.” You say, cupping his face in your hands. His expression softens as he pauses, staring at you. Holding onto that word like it was the last thing you’d ever say.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Why don’t you let me tonight?” His head tilts slightly, confused, like the mere idea of switching roles had never occurred to him before.

“Let you…. do what?”

“You know,” you goded, a playful taunt in your voice. “let me suck you off?” You brought one arm down, fingers dancing on his exposed arm.

“I don’t need you to do that.” The idea, however, had his dick twitching in his boxers. In this position, you could only reach down so far, so you wiggled a bit under him.

“I want to, baby. Turn around. Lie back.” Carl just couldn’t ignore how your eyes turned his heart into soup. You were perfect. Everything Bea wasn’t. And you loved him how he deserved to be loved. No secrets, no lies, no cheating. Just love. Unconditional, radical love.

Carl watched in awe as you settled over his calves, hands slowly moving up his legs. “I-I don’t really need—need you to do all t-this,” Carl barely stuttered his words, but the blood leaving his head and traveling straight to his dick was causing him to forget how to speak.

Sex usually went the same few ways, a rushed quickie where you found time, or some time in bed together where he spent hours coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you before fucking you senseless. He felt like he didn’t deserve this treatment.

You ignored him, letting his hard cock spring free from his boxers. I don’t, I want, I need, he thought, unable to form words as your mouth met him.

He was instantly on cloud nine. The noises coming out of both of you were obscene. Your tongue swirled around the tip, picking up the precum leaking out. Your eyes were closed, but you could feel his head ricochet back against the mattress.

“Fuck, baby, y-you’re amazing,” he groaned. “Feels amazing.” You knew he wasn’t accustomed to being treated, so you went out of your way to make this perfect for him. You moaned on his cock, the vibrations causing him to buck up into you. He let out an incoherent string of babbles and curses, his moans downright erotic.

“I’m n-not gonna last,” he whined, but you didn’t slow your pace. The slick sound of you sucking the life out of him filled the small room. “oh sweet girl, you’re s-so good for me,” You came off him with a pop for just one moment, your hands working at the same pace.

“Let go for me, my love.” You reattached your mouth with only a second to spare before he came. Hot into your mouth, Carl let out a deep moan, holding your head in place. You took it all, relishing in the pleasure you gave him.

“Love you, s-so much, baby.”