#cle.o

Grian topped Scar like, once, but it was Scar the rest of the time. At first because Grian didn’t really give a damn, but then they were red and extra horny and he tried to fight to top but no way in hell Scar was giving him that.

Etho topped but Joel was in charge. Etho did almost everything he was told, only refusing a couple things because he’s stubborn about those.

Impulse and Bdubs switched around a bit. Just based on how who felt what way. They would rock/paper/scissors over who was where if they both wanted the same thing.

BigB topped Ren. Ren thinks he was in charge but BigB just let him believe it because he knows how Ren is.

Cleo definitely would have topped Martyn. Y’know, if they actually worked together.

Tango and Jimmy unfortunately never had penetrative sex. Maybe some frotting but they got too nervous about doing anything more.

So many of the hermits have tried but she flips them over and takes charge again and makes them regret ever trying. They won't walk for days after she puts them back in their place

Then comes Scar, wholly unaffected by her harsh words and biting threats. He's stronger than he looks, and the two have an actual fight for dominance, biting kisses and hair pulling as they try to pin each other down. Cleo's stunned when Scar pins her down, hands pinned above her head and a knee digging into her sternum. Scar's so sweet as he smiles at her, presses his knee in, as he asks her if she's ready to listen and behave for him

She keeps fighting and pushing back, but her attempts get her harsh slaps on her thighs and cunt, fingers yanking fistfuls of her hair with sweet scolding. Eventually she gives in, going limp, and Scar's far too happy about it, but he doesn't give her any real relief. Instead he uses her slick to lube up her breasts, fucking himself between them and painting her chin with cum. He doesn't touch her, just leaves her there, and he makes a whole show of how he's going to leave until she breaks that last bit and begs. Begs for anything, anything he gives her she'll take it. Anything.

That sweet smile turns wicked as he turns around. It's going to be a long night

Cleo was starving. They were so far from town, and the hunting for wild animals was proving extremely difficult, impossible even. The only sources of blood they could even sense nearby were Pearl and Martyn.

They don’t want to resort to that. They don’t want to hurt Pearl, and Martyn had been through so much already. Pearl sees how Cleo, pale as they already were, grow even paler, asking if they are okay. Cleo brushes her aside, insisting they can go just a bit longer, they can find something soon. Pearl lets it go until Cleo collapses a little later, gripping their stomach and groaning.

Pearl and Martyn prop them up to sit against a tree, and Pearl straddles herself over Cleo, instructing Martyn to get behind her and undo her corset so she can open up her shirt. He does so, despite Cleo’s protest. Pearl reassures them it will be okay. She trusts Cleo, knows they will only take what they need. As soon as the corset is off, Pearl is undoing her shirt, fully unbuttoning it and leaving it hanging open, neck and chest and all on display.

Cleo still refuses, they can’t bear to see Pearl injured, to see the unmarked flesh of her body punctured by their fangs and stained with the blood that will spill. Martyn hastily removes his headband, shoving it over Cleo’s head and covering their eyes. Now they won’t have to see anything. They try to make another excuse, but before they can come up with anything, they feel hands pushing their face into Pearl’s neck.

Their lips brush her skin, and Cleo’s nostrils are overwhelmingly filled with the scent of blood. It’s overpowering, they are unable to resist their starved urges and bite into her. Tasting her, drinking her, lapping at her skin for any drop they missed. They hear her moaning as they fill themselves with her sweet taste, feel her hips slightly grind into theirs as they drag their tongue from her collarbone back up to the bite.

Cleo is a zombie. However, they are completely unable to zombify anyone. Yet the instinct to bite, to turn is still there.

Naturally, the way to redirect those urges is to condition them to react to certain actions/feelings so Cleo only ever gets bitey in those moments.

And with biting, there’s not too many instances where it’s socially acceptable to bite. But one big one where it is acceptable is while fucking…

So they hook a remote controlled vibrator to them, which gets turned on every time they’re about to bite someone. It takes a while for them to notice the difference, but the day that they realize they’ve only had to turn it on once or twice, they’re so excited.

Ohh this is a good one

Grian being so desperate to join anyone and he's so grateful that Etho and Cleo let him move in with them, he does anything he can to prove his worth and show he's a good member of the team

Etho doesn't really do anything, but he watches. Passively observes and does absolutely nothing to help Grian with chores or Cleo's teasing. Cleo on the other hand...

She's very pushy, physically guiding Grian around to what she needs help with. A hand on his waist, firm and only letting go once he's started the task at hand. She manhandles him to the sink, practically bends him over as she takes his hands and makes him turn on the tap. "You just need to do the dishes for us. You can do that, right?"

He nods mutely, going to get started as she's still draped across his back. Her breasts pressed against him, almost spilling out over his shoulders. She's so much taller than him, and with her so close she's almost consuming him.

She talks him through it the whole time, hands idly playing with the hem of his jumper. One hand drapes over his crotch, and he can't do anything as she toys with him through his clothes. She traces over his cunt, digs the denim of his jeans in. When his knees buckle her hand is replaced with her knee, and she keeps him upright as shaking hands keep working on the dishes.

By the time he's finished she's growling filthy promises into his ear, calling him a slut. Praising him for being such a good housewife. Half heartedly offering a reward. A strong hand on his hip holds him upright as she pulls off his bottoms, bends him in half and plays with his cunt. He's soaked, absolutely dripping, and she coos, voice cold but words full of heated promises. He's such a good housewife, he does the chores and listens so well, and he's always so warm and willing. Her and Etho could use him, could fill him right up. Would he like that? Getting fucked by Etho's cock? It's all he's good for, and Grian's so good for her. They might as well put Etho's cock to good use. Stuff Grian full of cum and get his belly all swollen. He'd be such a good mommy, full of their babies.

She catches him taking desperate, eager breaths between rocks of her hips, but not because he's desperate for air.

"Are you sniffing me? What are you, a dog?"

Grian's face hot with shame, he babbles incoherently into her cunt, nodding and trying to make it up to her. Cleo laughs, low and mean, and she ruffles his hair, grinding down meanly. "Of course you are. You're a sloppy whiny dog. A bitch in heat. This is all you're good for, isn't it? Puppy?"

She's so mean to him, but it doesn't last for very long when Grian's lips wrap around her clit, suckling and nuzzling into her cunt desperately as he begs and whines for her to cum. To soak his face, to ruin him.

Cleo tossing Grian her panties one day, lacy and damp in the crotch. She leaves quickly, but doesn't miss the way his knees buckle, the way he rushes off to his own base to 'clean up his chest monster.'

He practically drools as he brings it to his face, sniffing and panting into it like a dog as he frantically jerks himself off. He's moaning shamelessly, high and reedy as his tongue laves against the fabric, tasting Cleo and savouring every second of it.