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The Grass Is Always Greener (Crow11 x ThomasRHellsing)

He groaned her tight he was guessing virginal ass was squeezing him hard. He groaned low as he said, "Fuck your ass feels good Princess, and don't blame me, your the one who started this ride."

He picked up speed puling out a trio of alligator clips. Putting them on her clit and nipples. He handed her the cord. Wondering if she was a true little pain slut. He continued pounding her hard, fast, and deep groaning in pleasure His balls hitting her cunt hard and fast enough to leave red mars even as he continued going to town.
 
She continued to groan as well. Her body still on fire with the constant pounding she was recieving. She managed a smirk as he spoke, she did get herself into this but.. She couldn't say that she would regret it. "Your gonna make me expload." She said to him, panting and moaning once more. She cried out as the clips were placed on her nipples and clit which happened to be super sensitive from all the attention they were recieving. He had everything, he knew everything. Thomas was one amazing fucker.

The sounds of the slapping and the slushing continued still as he thrusted into her hard and fast. Sending her every which way. It was rough and hard and deep but she was enjoying it.
 
He groaned, yanking the cords attached to the clips hard. Pulling her nipples and clit roughly He groaned low as the pain caused her holes to tighten. He shot a load deep within her ass. Smirking as he said, "You like that, now you going to clean me off?"
 
She cried out as he tugged at the cords that pulled her nipples and clit, her body clenched as the pulling sent and orgasm to flush over her. She began to shake uncontrollably again, face down in the bed as he shot his load deep in her ass. She could again feel his hot, sticky seed inside her, filling every inch.

Finally her body stoped trembling long enough for her to lift herself up and turn her upper half around to face him. Looking at his devilish smirk. "No wonder they call you a demon." She chuckled lightly before completely turning around to face him. The clips still attatched to her clit and nipples, acting like a collar or a leash. With a trembling hand she pushed him back with whatever muscule energy she had left in her tanks. Crawling over his muscular and scared body she placed his coated dick in her mouth. Sucking the tip to begin with before going deep and sending his cock down her throat. Using her toung to swirl and wrap around his cock as she did so. She kept this us, sucking and bobbing. Going deep on him before realeasing to breathe.
 
He laughed rolling over. Fucking her mouth and throat hard. Like they were a pussy. Groaning low as he road her. Yanking the cords as hard as he could, causing them to finally snap off. But he continued riding her mouth and throat. Groaning low After nearly a minute he puled out and came on her face. Smirking he said, "I'm going to show then we can take a nap. I'd advise you to shower as well."
 
She rested inbetween his legs, sucking and gaging on his huge cock as he fucked he face. She closed her eyes, feeling his hands on the back of her head, pushing her head down while his hips thrusted into her mouth, leaving her nose and face to rest on his pelvis.

As he pulled out she began to cough, half thinking that he had came while deep inside her throat but got a suprise as his hot seed hit her face, covering it as it began to drip down her forehead and cheeks. She looked a mess, her hair standing up everywhere, her body sweating and trembling occasionally with a face full of cum.

She nodded as he spoke, opening one eye to look at him while licking her lips, catching some of his cum. She got off the messy bed, leaving her panties and bra and wondering into the shower. Turning the hot water on and letting the steam fill the room before afjusting it and hopping in. She let out a sigh, rubbing her sore ass and pussy, nipples as well from the rough fuck she recieved. It had been quiet an exciting morning.
 
Thomas was back on the bed, sheets changed by the time he returned. He pointed at the sheets, "Your going to have to wash those."

Sighing he said, "I suppose I should tell you my weakness. I have one major skill, killing. Cooking I can't do, cleaning I can't do, if it doesn't involve, shooting, stabbing, blowing something up, I suck at it."
 
She came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her body as she ventured back into the bed room.

"Dont forget to adding fucking to your lovely list." She smiled even though she was annoyed at having to do chores. "How does takeout sound?" She said, dropping the towel and putting her bra and panties back on infront of him. She felt not need to hide her body anymore, he had explored every inch of her, inside and out.

"Get off your ass then." She told him, grabbing hold of the scrunched up sheets with small stains of cum and juices of her own. Folding it she placed it in a washing machine that she found after searching. Turning it on and letting it wash while replacing the bed with new sheets.

"There. Somthing clean." She said, crawling onto the bed before lying down, legs parted with her arms outstretched while still being in her underwear.
 
Thomas smirked at her, and nodded. Yawning he said, "I bet we still have takeout from last night. If not we can always order some ore after our nap."

Smirking at her teasingly, he said, "How'd you like it in that sexy ass of yours. I've been tempted to do that since we first met you know. You seem like such a good girl, but all women moan for a big fat cock in their ass."

He got comfortable on the bed. Stacking his pillows so he could lay down comfortably.
 
She giggled. Not completely reply. "Fuck you." she said with a smile before crawling over to him. She rested her head on his chest, listening to his rugged breathing and feeling his soft skin and scars. Lifting a fingure she began to run it up and down his stomach. Tracing his abs with her fingure tip.

"Il tell you this, i've never wanted to cum so bad in my life." Her voice was softer now, lowering down to a whisper as she brought to covers over herself and partially over him. "I can be bad, i've killed people." She said, so sure about herself and her badassery. She smiled again after replaying what she said in her head. She was tired and he was right, she needed a nap.
 
Thomas snorted, "You haven't killed anyone. You can maybe be bad but no one casts themselves as a villain. Your not bad jut occasionally forced to do bad things, to keep worse from happening. That's the story of life unfortunately. So many people become absorbed in their day to day bull shit they forget about karma and balance. That's one reason why I enjoy what I do."
 
"Where is the karma and balance in the business were in?" She asked, snuggling up to his chest while relaxing. She doubted that she would ever enjoy doing that she was learning day by day. Enjoying the killing, the sex slaves and dead bodies. She might come around to accepting that but learn to love it? That would be unknown.
 
Thomas shrugged, "The honest answer?"

Smirking he said, "I came up with this answer when me, Revy, Anderson, Sawyer, Roberta, Playa, and Johnny were sitting around smoking crack, and comparing kills from the last gang war. Keep in mind, all of us had been going on three days straight of killing. We'd shot every bullet we had, and were holes up in an old ware house. All of us had killed easily triple digits, but the enemy force was gathering a literal army. We were dead, baring rock music, fucking, and we ended up smoking an life came up."

Sighing he said, "Revy said she killed, because when your a kid living on the streets, you sell your violence, or you sell your body. Anderson said he killed because god put him on this earth to do it. Sawyer said she killed, because it got her off. Roberta killed because it was her duty to use the skills he'd learned, an because she was good at it. Playa said he killed because it was fun. Gat said he killed because he liked being the baddest mother fucker in the room."

Thomas looked at her, saying, "So we were all sure we were dead. Dead dead, D E A D dead. I started laughing and they joined in. We got dressed, and I said, "Why are we all taking life so serious, no one makes it out alive."

Thomas smirked at her saying, "So that's my answer, no point in stressing about life, no one makes it out alive. Besides I'd be surprised if Anderson doesn't show up again. His body was gone when Sawyer went to get it. if you don't have the body ground up, assume their still alive."
 
"So your friends and enemys with these people? They want you dead as much as you want them dead?" She asked, her chin resting on his strong chest, looking into his dark eyes.

"What are we? Friends? Enemys?" She asked as well. She saw no better time to learn more about the buisness then now. Both were relaxing after letting off some steam, awaiting the new day and its glorious activites.

"Will he becomming after us? Anderson?" She inquired. Blinking as she began to feel tired, the sun peeling through the windows and blinds to warm her back. She was comfortable.
 
Thomas seemed to think, that was a serious question. Sighing he said, "Say two chefs are both legendary for cooking fish. They both hear about each other, nut the reputation of them propels the other's skills higher, an then they meet. Neither rep is fake, they have a competition to see whose better and the outcome is a tie. so they both work harder, eventually both become world famous. But they fear taking on the other, as much as they look forward to it."

Nodding he said, "Revy earned the name "Two Hands" because she' a devil with her Cutlasses, she's taken down an army. One time someone raped her, he though because he had ties to the Triad he'd be safe Revy killed him, after killing 300 of his best men. Gat was arrested in Roanapur, for murder. He killed his way out of the police station, found the guy who framed him, and killed not only his entire family, but his pets and relatives. Playa got abducted by a Russian gang torture for two days, and still ended up killing the two hundred Russians. Roberta, was known as the Amazon Blood demon, she would take out entire convoys with 3 land mines and knife. Anderson one time got duped into working for slavers When he found out, he crucified the operation runner, from the boss all the way down."

Smirking he said, "They aren't my friends, but they know just like I do, that if stuff got serious one of us would die. Problem is, it's a coin flip of WHO would die. Unless the reward is worth it, no one is willing to risk dying. To Anderson it was hi honor, that was worth his life. He died for the old boss, the fact he crawled off to heal means we should be ok."
 
She listened to him as he spoke, hearing about other peoples experiences and learning just how dangerous they were. She would never be that intimidating, not anytime soon.

He was so thoughtfall Thomas, in a way that let me have ideas that she would never have been able to have thought or compared. "What are we doing today?" She asked, a yawn escaping her mouth as she closed her eyes. Waiting to hear his response before allowing herself to drift off into a light nap.

She was glad to hear that atleast one of the killing machines would be off their backs, allowing them to focus on other duties and callings that came with the job.
 
He shrugged, "Review the businesses we own, figure up how much they are bringing and how much they SHOULD be bringing. Make an example of the bastards skimming the most off of the top. Then run through the training area I paid to have set up yesterday in my old Roanapur home. It will also be one of our three safe houses."

Thomas sighed, "Since your not gong to introduce yourself, say Hi Shizune. If you wanted me dead you'd have done something already."

A woman dropped from the ceiling, she was wearing a short Japanese robe. She should have looked ridiculous, or kike a hooker. But something about the woman her eyes showed the same detached interest Thomas's always did. Thomas smirked, "This is Shizune, she's a ninja assassin. See to shoot someone you have to be able to hit them she's damn skilled at getting up close, an then her sword of any other amalgam of blades takes out her target. Never draw down on her, she can actually cut a hand gun bullet."

The assasin smiled, a lightly goofy but genuine smile, "When did you know I was here, and how?"

Thomas chuckle, "You an Revy, you think I don't know a man's weakest when he's slam fucking someone. And I smelled your sword polish. That and the dragon style sword liquid you use, smelling it is a trick I picked up last tie you tried to kill me."

The woman raised an eyebrow, "How'd you survive that by the way, I hove my blade through your chest, kicked you out of an air plane and that was after burying a dozen senbon and shuruken in you all dosed in Rattle snake venom."

Thomas laughed, "I owe you one, see when you kicked me out o the plane, I used my shirt as a very crappy glider, to aim myself at a large body of water. I knew your favorite kill point was a stab to the heart, so I dodged enough to make you miss, an threw myself out of the plane to avoid your follow up precipitation strike. The poison was no big deal because of my paranoia, I have been dosing myself with mot of the most deadly venoms I could find for years, almost built up an immunity instead of resistance. Although throwing throwing weapons designed to be thrown, when you've got a hoe in your chest, is not fun."

She nodded, smiling she turned an headed out saying almost too quietly to hear, "I'm glad your not dead."

Thomas nodded, "I understand, no fun if all the other challengers are gone."

She nodded and waked out. Thomas relaxing as he said, "Sleep tight babe I'm exphausted."
 
She drifted off to sleep, rolling over onto a pillow and sleeping with a smile upon her face.

Later that day she awoke again, sitting up with a dazed look while glancing around at the room. She looked over at Thomas, he seemed to still be asleep. Getting up she walked out of the room, still wearing only her bra and panties. Heading into the small kitchen she opened to fridge and grabed the can of mountain dew that had been left the night before. Taking a seat on the couch she gulped it down while watching the soft rocking waves through the window.

It was peaceful and quiet, everything seemed normal almost, as if she was on a boat cruise or somethin along those lines. As she thought about the way her life used to be and how it compared to her new life as a mafia princess she couldn't help but notice the beautifully crafted gun named Maria that had been on a table in her possession. It really was a nice looking gun, definetly her style. Standing up she left the mountain dew on the couch, wondeirng over to the grun she picked it up, running her hand along its markings and the trigger, admiring the gun.
 
Thomas woke up yawning he showered. Pulling on a simple but still classy blood red silk button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbow. His worn but comfortable leather gloves. Tensing his fist, enjoying the well worn leather constricting his fucked up knuckles. Next came the sit and slacks both a slightly dark but still noticeable blue. Next came the new boots, they almost resembled goth fashion a thick metal plate in the front clip on the side. Steel plate inside the part on his feet guaranteed he could kick plenty hard enough A K-bar went into one while a bowie knife went into the other. He walked out and smirked, pulling his fedora on last then as he walked into the front room he smirked. Opening his packages he smirked a sawed off rifle known as a "Mares leg" was put on his right hip. The holster fir perfectly. But his under arm holsters looked like art, angels bound to a crucifix, a demon raping them. It was impossible to tell if they were feeling pleasure or pain.

His new guns were a work of art, each barrel was a foot long. The grips looked almost to be leather. Both guns had a glint of highly polished steel, titanium. Each gun was in grazed dragon style scales, with art of a pair of oriental dragon's lunging towards the muzzels. Both seemed to be alive. In thick bold carving, "God killer" was etched into the titanium Thomas holstered the guns. Smirking he said, "The Church of Violence knows it's work."
 
Thana looked up as she heard the shower come on. He was awake. Putting the gun down simular in a way a child would when touching somthing they wern't suppose to, she simply looked at it, it was hers.

Leaving it where it was she began to get dressed, putting on the same outfit as the day before, she only owned one outfit and that was it, and also placing her harness/belt which carried just about everything and was extrememly heavy. Once completely dressed she wondered back over to the table, holstering her gun, un holstering it and then re holstering it again. She liked the feeling, she felt like a cowboy of sorts when doing so.

Hearing some odd knocking she called out to Thomas, having heard the shower shut off while she was getting dressed. Getting no response she tried again. "Thomas?" She wondered into the room, only to be stoped in the hall way when seeing a couple of men run around past the outside of the boat. All dressed in black with helmets covering their faces.

"Thomas?!?" She yelled out again, half stranded in deciding which way to run or hide. She went back to the kitchen, drawing her grun and holding it at the front entrance with her back against the fridge. He heart was pounding, her breathing heavy as she coninueously glanced around.
 
Thomas saw one of the men, heading out he said, 'Don't worry, mafia bosses home remember, 15 inches of pates in the walls, the doors and the glass is bullet resistant they want in, they'll be moving through our kill box. which is the front door. And if they try to sink us, we can use the emergency escape route. Just relax, and stay calm.'
 
"Cant you just kill them for trying?" she sighed, loosening her arms but not her grip on the gun. She looked up at Thomas who was relaxed and walking back while she was still trying to calm herself down.

"What do they want then? Shouldn't they know that this place is death proof?" She asked annoyed at the fright she got for no real reason.
 
Thomas rolled her eyes, 'Nothing is death PROOF, death resistant MAYBE, but not death proof. also no, for obvious reasons I doubt the old maffia boss told everyone about his "Not going to get snuck up on and gutted or shot in my sleep" precautions As for what they want well sweetness, what do you say we go ask."

He opened the door calling out, "Yo fuck faces what are you doing on may bot house, I suggest you answer before I start shooting you."
 
She holstered her gun, turning to face Thomas as he spoke.

"Fine. Fine." she said, still slightly annoyed by the sudden intrusion. She watched as the group turned around, facing Thomas with a suprised look upon each and everyone of their faces. It took them a second, looking at eachother and waiting for some sort of command but nothing appeared to happen. They continued to stand there like headless chickens, confused on what to do. Run? Fight? A couple decided to run, seeing it the best option while others stayed.

Finally one spoke. "Uhh ummm.. Delivery?" He said although it was clear that he didn't believe his own lie.
 
Thomas rolled his eyes, 'Oh your actions weren't wrong, I'd keep your gun out."

Thomas pointed his gun at the one that had spoken, he pulled the right trigger, causing a massive hole to appear in his chest, followed by the guy behind him, and finally the guy behind him, whose chest was practically ripped in half. As they fell into the water. He then without looking pulled his other gun, and shot a guy who'd been moving up behind him, in he face. Thomas then had both guns expertly trained on the two remaining guys.

Both laser dot sights leaving trails behind their eyes. He said "Last chance, why are you here?"
 
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