#deathslinger

As soon as you saw him in that last trial, you knew you needed to visit him when you finished. You are practically melting, thinking about him now on your way to the saloon. That evil old man has no right to be so hot; you could barely think! The way that the bandages wrapped around his chest and the red colour complimented his skin made you feel electricity light you up from the inside out; crackling like fire in the warmth of your lower stomach.

"Caleb?... " You call, feeling a little nervous at the prospect of seeing him. Well, seeing him outside of a trial; when he's relaxed and not tryin to kill anyone and he's just yours. And in that outfit.

The saloon seems quiet, but when you actually step in, you can see him at a table with his hurt leg rested up on a stool to rest. He's polishing the barrel of the redeemer with a rag,.. and he's still wearing the outfit. The dirty horns glued to the hood glint in the overhead light.

"Hey there, honey. To what do I owe this visit?" You think he's genuinely being polite, stupidly, until you round the table and see his face. The smirk on his mouth. "What can I help you with? Hm?"

"... you noticed me in the trial." You realise, quietly. Flustered.

"Mhm, y'mean the way you couldn't take your eyes off me 'n almost got yourself shot?" At that, you wince. Oh yeah... you did. Which is saying something to how distracted this red horned outfit on Caleb made you, because Caleb try's his best to actively avoid you in trials. Yeah, you can see how that would've made your reaction to the new costume pretty obvious. Whoops. "Fucken cute, sweetheart."

... you give up trying to hide it, and sigh. "I really like the outfit."

"Figured."

You raise your gaze off the floor to Caleb, allowing yourself to drink in the sight of him set there comfortably in one of his favourite spots, smirking at you and eyeing you, looking so hot you can barely think. Luckily, Caleb doesnt make you stew for longer. Doesnt watch you until you get sweet and pathetic and start rubbing your thighs together- this time. "... c'mere, then, 'n show me how handsome y'think this old man still is."

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Seated in his lap now (he always groans when you initially take your seat, his bum leg giving him grief, but his fingers always dig into your hips if you try to get off him again. Don't you dare, dotey. Want y'right there. Best kinda pain.), you don't even know what to do with yourself. He's so beautiful. Where do you even start? Caleb watches you just look at him for a bit, your eyes filled with pretty pretty desire, soaking him up, while he in turn soaks it up that this sweet young thing genuinely thinks he's somethin' to stare at. But he can only wait on you so long; Patience aint never been his strong suit, when it comes to beautiful women.

Finally, he releases a low and smokey chuckle that takes you out of your reverie. Still half-dazed eyes lift to his glowing pupils, and you part your lips. "... what do I do?"

"How'm I s'posed to know? Just do somethin'. I'm gettin' older waitin' fer you." You both know he's not, not in this realm, so you scoff at his exaggeration and his grin, but do as told; finally touching.

First your fingers tip-toe up from his bandaged-up stomach to his chest. The tips of your bloody, dirty, chipped fingers are gentle over his scars but his jaw still clenches at the touch. Your eyes flicker back up towards his eyes, concern written in yours. He gives you a stern look, like don't think on it. You think its cruel that the entity doesnt allow Caleb to heal.

Instead of dwelling on something Caleb clearly doesnt want to dwell about, you lean in and press a kiss to the purplish pale skin just above the highest scar. You press another to the side, then twist long grey beard gently around your fist and begin to kiss your way over his chest... up his throat,.. over his jaw, and to his lips. He catches your mouth there in a searing kiss of his own; worked up by the way you looked at him; by the way you brushed kisses against his skin like you truly wanted him. He growls into your mouth, and his beard brushes warmly against your whole lower face.

Caleb gets rough, scrapes his beard against your mouth and bites your lip. You give a gasp; but you like it when he's rough with you, and he licks your blood into his mouth like a hungry old lion.

When the both of you finally give in to your need to breath, you immediately go back to lavishing your attentions on his chest. The nervousness from before is long gone, and you end up running your tongue up his neck. Putting hickeys all over his throat and chest, so he looks even more beat up then normal. You just cant get enough. And you want to take your time on him. Slowly put your lips on every centermeter of him.

-until he gets his hand around your throat and draws you back up to his face; his white LED pupils burn on you and your soft survivors gaze is foggy with desire for him. "... thats enough playin', honey."

"... mhm."

"Go 'head and take off them pants fer me, 'lright? Needta feel that pretty pussy. Now."

Caleb's eyes seem to glow brighter and a dirty smirk draws across half of his broken jaw when you do as you're told, getting off him just to get rid of your pants, and undergarments. When you climb onto him this time, he grits his teeth through the pain. "... fucken leg aint gonna keep me from having you, sweetheart, I'll tell you that."

You give him a peck on the nose.

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When you finally sink onto him, well-lubricated by now from the trial and the foreplay, you cant help squeezing him; making him chuckle. Y' think you're cruel but you're just cute, dotey, he's told you before. Leaning in, Caleb gives you a sweet kiss on the cheek. "... this pussy is better then bein' alive." He growls, making time suddenly slow and your heart stutter for a moment. "Darlin', I'd come 'ere to this godforsaken wasteland a hundred more times if it meant you."

... oh god-

Your eyes flash up to his, and the pretty red hood, and his pretty bare chest, and the horns on his head- You say something you never intended to, something you shouldn't. You're shocked that you mean it. "Me too."

Caleb gives a slow grin, because he knew it, and maybe you can hide it from the fucken entity and everyone else but he's smarter then any of them. And he knew. You love him, and he's the luckiest evil bastard in this realm- or any other.

"... you just earned yer pretty self an orgasm, honey."