Claire scowled in the darkness as she noticed the trees above her weren't the same as above the campfire. She should've realized the tingling in her fingers signaled she was being burnt into a trial, but she had been so focused on her conversation with Yui that she hadn't noticed. "Damn."
She hoped one of her more seasoned friends arrived with her - she sacrificed an offering not long before she disappeared from the light, just like Dwight told her to. "You won't be alone," he had promised with a nervous smile.
As her eyes adjusted, she could see the forms of three other figures as they joined her in the realm. She hoped maybe Jill or Chris or even Leon would arrive and she could rely on them a little bit more. She wasn't used to the idea that her fists wouldn't get her anywhere here. It got her in trouble in her first run.
But instead she found herself surrounded by two blondes and a brunette girl, all younger than her even if just by a little bit. The anxious looking one was Laurie, she knew that; and the smallest one was Cheryl. Cheryl was cute and spunky and had a hot-cold kind of personality Claire liked. Well - her personality, her full lips, and the large eyes beneath her low, bleached bangs.
Claire wasn't as familiar with the girl with the sweater, but she figured it probably wasn't important that they knew each other's names right away if they were going to get to work.
That being said, the girl in the sweater took the lead, pointing over to where the first gen could be seen.
Cheryl dipped low to the ground as the four of them walked, which Claire thought was a little silly, considering how small she already was. They moved the vegetation as quietly as possible to reach the generator.
Laurie began her work first. The girl in the sweater - Nancy? - gave Claire a look. Thankfully, Claire was an expert in reading unspoken words in facial expressions. Chris wasn't the best emotive speaker.
Can you do this? her face asked as her eyes flicked to the machinery and back.
Claire nodded confidently and moved to the corner where Cheryl began rewiring.
She moved one or two of the wires with absolute certainty. The generator immediately made a loud, explosive sound as smoke and sparks flew out into their faces.
Laurie's face came up from the other side in bewildered terror, and she quickly looked behind her before she made a mad dash for the woods.
Nancy's eyes rolled as she followed suit to the other side. "Later," she mouthed to Claire in passing.
Cheryl rubbed the burning sparks away from her face as she crouched back down and ran towards the back of the large building near the generator. She wasn't too far ahead when she turned to look back at Claire and motioned her to follow her.
Ji-Woon stretched his neck as he burned into the trial, finding himself in his old recording studio at Mightee One, and he smirked. This was his ideal hunting ground, and even in the half-burned state he'd left it in, it was still a familiar, powerful feeling to be in control of his environment. The auras of a few survivors glowed bright red in the distance, all four of them conveniently in the small wooded strip just out the back door of the building.
Found you!
Claire hesitated for just a moment before she heard her heartbeat ring in her own ears.
She ignored the guilty feeling of relying on Cheryl and ran to catch up.
He laughed loudly as the two small girls rounded the corner of the building, right into the alley that he stood at the end of.
"[Where are you going?!" he spat, knives up and flying in an instant, bouncing off the walls of the building and slicing through the little blonde's exposed upper arms, causing her to whirl around and run back the way she came. The brunette wasn't as quick on her heels and got caught in the side, multiple times over. Ji-Woon could tell she was close to crumpling from the pain, and this motivated him, tucking away his knives to pull out his bat.
Bent over from the pain, Claire pressed her fingers against the spots where he had sliced into her. He? He was a he, right? Looking back, it appeared to be a man with beautiful, blood-spattered features and carefully tamed lavender hair. Not that any of that was important at the moment, considering he was gaining on her and held what she thought was a massive, purple bat. Instinctively, she readied her fists, prepared to deck him in the pretty jaw if he got too close.
Ji-Woon paused. Nobody had ever raised their fists at him, not once that he could remember in his whole life.
"[Very confident for such a young girl,]" he mused, twirling the bat around behind hi[Maybe I won't kill you yet.]"
Claire glared up at him as she backed up, her firsts still raised at her eyes. She couldn't understand him, but she knew when she was being made fun of. She hissed through the pain at her side. "You ready for your closeup, pretty boy?"
She threw a right hook at his face, only for him to dodge with unnatural speed and accuracy just before it reached his cheek. The Trickster chuckled, brushing imaginary dust from the side of his face as Claire remembered Chris' words, too late.
You have to run, Claire. You can't fight here.
Well. Running wasn't ever her first option, so. She supposed it made sense she was where she ended up.
Ji-Woon's eyebrows shot up and he barked a laugh, passing the bat back and swinging hard at the wall next to her head.
"[Cocky bitch!]"
Cheryl huffed loudly through the pain in her arm as she found another entrance to the building. The lobby was burnt and black in places, but it clearly used to be used for ostentatious purposes of some kind. Her head swung back and forth as she searched for a medkit or at least some bandages, opening the drawers in the front desk. There - just a small one, but enough for her and someone else if they needed it. And something else, tucked in the corner of one of the drawers. Something nostalgic and familiar.
After patching herself up, Cheryl turned the Gameboy Color over in her hand. She hadn't seen one of these in ages. A little smile played at her lips as she tucked it into her vest pocket. Ace had some batteries at his "store." She hoped she could find something else to trade with him for them. It'd been so long since she played a game.
A sudden sound alerted her to someone coming into the building a few halls away. She ducked her head below the top of the desk and willed her breathing to silence itself.
Claire's limps became scampers as she twisted the corner into the building. "Go away!"
"[I like you,]" he purred, following close behind with a knife at the ready, in case the girl started to recover from the earlier cuts he'd given her. Ji-Woon dashed in front of her, arms and legs splayed out against the doorframe in an X shape to prevent her from passing through to the next hall. "[Let's play, hmm?]"
Something about his tone of voice made her nervous - and not the regular, run-of-the-mill, chased- by-a-crazed-killer nervous, either. "G-get away from me," Claire stammered, her fists still raised. From this close, she could see that his eyes glowed the same fluorescent yellow as the jacket over his bare torso.
He was quite built for such a pretty man, huh?
Wait. No. Not important right now.
He dropped the bat to his side, leaning it against a studio door, and flicked a knife under her chin, tilting her head up to look into his eyes.
"[What kind of screams do you make, little one? Sweet, sour? Something delicious, I'm sure.]"
The look on her face made him laugh; maybe she wasn't used to attention from someone as special as him? The thought was interrupted by a streak of yellow, the clank of something hard hitting the floor, and then a blinding flash that caused Ji-Woon to reel back in anger. "[Fuck!]" he spat, blinking and rubbing his eyes.
"Jesus, Claire, what are you doing?!" Cheryl's voice.
"S-Sorry!" Claire called back as she rushed to where she thought she heard the blonde. She scrambled behind the front desk where Cheryl crouched. Claire knew better than to try to explain herself and simply pulled at her jacket to show her injuries at her side. "Help," she mouthed silently.
Cheryl huffed as if to say 'Now look what you did to yourself!' and started patching her up, small alcohol wipes and gauze working over her wounds.
Claire winced as Cheryl patched her up. So many potential cool points lost, but she nodded her thanks with a smile as she brushed a loose strand of brown hair out from her eyes. She should've retied her hair as soon as they arrived.
Once healed, she tilted her head towards the open door closest to them. It appeared to be a long hallway - maybe another generator was down that way?
Ji-Woon shook his head hard, vision cleared, and stalked away down the hall. He saw the scratch marks, but figured if they were close, the little blondie could have another flashbang, and he didn't want to deal with that again.
...Then again, he thought, whirling back around.
Tearing open a locker to restock his knives, Ji-Woon pulled them out, admiring the shine, before slamming it shut and stalking back down the hall to where the two girls had been, next to the front desk. Now, if I were two cute little American girls who didn't know my way around a recording studio, where would I go...?
The loud noise of a startled crow gave him his answer.
"Bingo."
Claire ducked her head under her hands as the crow's cries echoed down the hallway. She nearly swore before she remembered that would only increase the likelihood of being caught as she mimicked the smaller girl's way of crouching and hugging at the walls as they moved. Cheryl gave her a dry look from ahead of her and rolled her eyes.
It didn't take long, though, for her usual snarky attitude to give way to a sense of nervousness as the hallway continued. "We shouldn't be going in straight lines," she whispered.
Claire looked around the hall for an exit. "In here?" She pointed to a door that was already cracked open. If they didn't make a sound, maybe they could close it and make him think they never went through.
Cheryl nodded and motioned for Claire to go ahead of her, whispering "I'll watch our backs, go ahead in." It was impossible for him to have gotten in here before them, surely, so Cheryl shouldn't feel bad for sending the other girl in first. Plus, if the killer came from behind, she could take a hit for her. Yeah, this was totally out of the goodness of her heart. Definitely.
Claire carefully pushed the door open and entered what appeared to be a lounge outside of a recording booth surrounded by glass and sound muffling foam. Soft, squishy couches lined the walls that weren't covered with complex-looking sound system machinery.
Two red lockers stood on either side of the door.
"We can hide in here!" Claire whispered excitedly, motioning for Cheryl to follow.
Cheryl hesitated. Was this really a good idea? A room like this, a dead-end, with two lockers and no generator... it smelled like a trap, or a basement, which were basically the same thing anyway. Ugh.
"Alright," she acquiesced, following Claire in and sidling up against a locker. Damn, there really was nothing here. "Now what?" Cheryl hissed.
Claire quickly jumped into the locker with a grin, assuming Cheryl would follow. "We just wait here! If he comes back, we'll amb - uh."
Mid-sentence, she realized she was making the same mistake again. No fighting. And now they were trapped in a room with a single exit.
She tipped her head back and slammed it against the back of the locker. "...shit."
Ji-Woon cackled to himself, the open door at the end of the hall the only thing he needed to confirm his suspicions.
"[Pretty girls, pretty girls! Are you there?]"
Claire froze as his raucous laughter filled the hallway outside. Shit - shit - ! Cheryl was still in the room, trapped - !
She hopped out of the locker and grabbed Cheryl by the forearm, practically throwing the smaller girl into the locker herself. "Stay there!" she hissed as she slammed the door shut, hoping that if he was distracted with her, he wouldn't bother opening the locker. What was that trick Leon taught her?
Circle the room, let them follow you, run out the same door they came in from. You just have to bait them.
As Ji-Woon came to the doorway, he heard the telltale slamming of a locker. This was it, his prey was trapped, and the blood rushing in his ears at the prospect of more glorious screams was overwhelming.
"[Ahhh, pretty things, here I am!]" A whack of the bat against the doorframe startled the brunette, who was the only one in sight. Had the blonde slipped past him somehow?
Claire gritted her teeth as she slowly backed up, her blood rushing around her ears as she kept her eyes firmly on the poppy looking man. As long as he kept his stalking pace, it would be fine. "Okay, MTV," she breathed as she backed up, "follow my lead."
His eyes followed her somewhat lazily; the movements she made were clearly skilled, but the kind of skill that helped when you had a gun in hand and at range from your opponent, nothing that would help here, he thought cockily.
"[What do you have planned?]" he muttered, watching her dart in a zig-zag formation towards him.
Claire's expression became more dismayed as he simply stood and watched her move back and forth. "Come on," she said with a deep frown as her brows scrunched together. "Follow me."
This wasn't working. He was starting to look bored rather than intrigued. She was running out of ideas. God, what would her brother do in this situation? Or Jill? Well, in any other circumstance, they'd just beat his ass. Her mind rushed from place to place as she tried to think of some way to bait him. If only she had something she could reveal or distract him with long enough for Cheryl to get out. Her jacket brushed against the corner of the coffee table in the center of the room.
Lightbulb. He looked like a man. He would act like a man. ...right? She exhaled shakily. Please don't look, Cheryl.
Claire quickly pulled her jacket sleeve off of her arm and removed the article entirely to reveal her black tank top, waiting to see if it gained any reaction from him.
Ji-Woon hesitated. Even with all his charm, he wasn't used to it working here. Crunching his neck from side to side, he licked his lips and watched her, carefully, wary of anything she might be planning.
Okay. Okay. She could work with this. He was watching her inquisitively now, rather than hungry for her blood.
She pulled the tank top lower down her chest, revealing the top of her bra beneath. It was fine, just clothes. Not a big deal. Definitely reasonable, to take off her clothes in front of one of the prettiest men she'd ever seen.
Inside the locker, Cheryl's mouth hung slack jawed. What?!
His lips pursed to one side, Ji-Woon sucked his teeth loudly.
"What... are you... doing?" he managed, limited English knowledge coming in handy.
Her eyebrow rose as she caught recognizable words, but smirked a little at his genuine confusion. "Oh, you know...just a pretty girl, alone with a gorgeous man like you...things happen." She let out an enticing laugh. Her tank top clung to her skin as she backed into a corner, hoping he'd come over with enough room for her to dash out behind him.
He knew enough of that to crack a grin at it, and he slunk into the room, eyes glued to her.
"You think you are smart." His free hand pulled the door shut behind him, and the bat he held was jammed tight into the bar mechanism of it, sealing it shut. "But I am smarter. I am Trickster," he chuckled darkly. "and you... [are right where I want you, little girl.]"
It took everything in Claire's mind to keep her eyes as far away from the locker as possible. "Wh-whatever you're saying, I'm not falling for it," she protested, even though her only chance of escape was completely blocked off. She stumbled back onto one of the couches, her distress masking her spatial awareness, and looked up at the ceiling and walls. It was all soundproofed. This was a little foolish, maybe.
Oh, she was a sight to see, that was for sure. It had been a while since Ji-Woon had felt like this. Such a primal feeling not befitting of him, but the stirring in his gut said otherwise, that this was a release of another kind that would bring him even more pleasure. He reached the couch she was on, towering over her, and placed his hands on the wall behind her to create a barrier for her escape in case she tried it. Her eyes flicked over him nervously, rapidly.
Fear twisted in her stomach for real this time as she looked around for an opening. His blades were still somewhere on him, purple and flashy and way too sharp. If she moved too fast, he'd get her again. But she really, really didn't want to get hooked; the last time had completely terrified her from feeling that burning pain beneath her clavicle again.
She tried to dash to his right.
A strong hand shot out and caught the strap of her tank top, yanking her back and tossing her onto the couch again, snapping the straps in the process.
"No." Firm, plain. She wouldn't be capable of not understanding.
The wind knocked out of her, Claire gasped on the couch to regain her breath as she looked up at the Trickster in confusion. Why wasn't he killing her?
"Take it off." Low, husky, and no room for questions.
Cheryl's mind raced a mile a minute. "What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck," she whispered, watching through the cracked open locker door as the Trickster put a foot up on the couch next to her, leaning down to pet Claire's chin.
Claire blinked a few times, his touch bizarrely tender for someone who was ready to slice her into ribbons moments before. Something about the intensity of his expression made her want to comply. With fluttering lashes, she pulled the tank up off her torso, leaving her black bra underneath.
He hummed in approval, his finger tracing along her collarbone, goosebumps arising where he touched. She wore such delicate things beneath her clothes, even though he couldn't imagine that was on purpose, given where she was now. She was soft and tan with pale lines on her shoulders. Most importantly, she looked him in the eyes.
"Pretty," he smirked, soaking in the way her mouth hung open in fear. He would've enjoyed it if she had screamed right then, but he had a feeling he could draw a different kind of sound out from her throat very, very soon.
"Aren't you...gonna kill me?" Claire breathed, not breaking her gaze with his glowing irises. They weren't actually glowing, right? That wasn't a thing. Surely? They were kind of pretty, if terrifying.
"Later," he replied, sounding more than a hint disinterested in the idea as he slammed down on the couch next to her. One long arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close to him as the fingers on his other hand idly traced a circle around her belly button. Oh, she was soft, just how a girl should be, he thought, and this thought made him aware of his erection growing along with his heartbeat quickening.
Well. This wasn't how Claire expected this trial to go, but she was open to the idea as opposed to getting hooked and left for dead. Her stomach trembled beneath his fingers and she squeezed her mouth and eyes shut, unsure of what would irritate him back into thinking about killing her. She wanted to avoid that.
A sudden clattering sound broke her concentration. Cheryl jumped out of the locker, her eyes wild and confused, but mostly wildly confused. "G-Get...away from her?" she stuttered, clearly without a clue as to how to understand or change the situation. Her cheeks were flushed, too.
Ji-Woon smirked. Ah, there was blondie. "Join." Not a sentence so much as a command. Just the way Ji-Woon preferred it, after all, everyone else was below him, so they should just listen when he emphasize the point, he pulled Claire even closer, practically in his lap, to where he knew her thigh would be against his erection.
Claire inhaled sharply at the feeling. She had his attention, then. But it had to be drawn away from Cheryl. "H-hey," she protested, moving her hand to his cheek before quickly changing her mind. This guy had some sort of power thing, based on his…everything. A more submissive motion would get his attention.
She delicately curved her hand onto the back of his head, thumb dragging across where his hair was cut closer to bring his eyes back on her. She squeezed her arms to her sides to perk her breasts up enticingly. "Why do I have to share you?" She made a convincing pout learned from years of practice on the men her brother kept company with. Men loved a good little pout.
Ji-Woon stared, her smaller breasts perked up nicely in the black bra, accentuated by the motion she was making. They were rather nice, although she was clearly pulling his attention from the blonde with them.
"You are scared?" He chuckled, head nodding sideways to indicate to Cheryl but not looking away from Claire.
Cheryl backed up between the corner of the locker and the door, nervously staring at the bat holding the door shut. A shuddering, paralyzing fear held her in place as she even considered touching the killer's weapon. That wasn't going to work. Her eyes slid back to Claire and the Trickster as her cheeks flushed. Was it his power to make her feel a little envious, too? Envious...of who, though?
"No," Claire lied, although her heart rate increased as her plan failed. The increase may have had something to do with how hungrily he was looking at her, though. "Am I not pretty enough for you?" Even though she wasn't entirely sure how much English he understood, talking appeared to distract him in and of itself regardless of language. It almost sounded like he liked hearing his own voice. It would delay him, at the very least, even though her rapid heartbeat indicated maybe she didn't want him to delay too long.
"You are very pretty," he purred, "and I am greedy." His hand slid up from her stomach, cupping a covered breast and felt the weight of it in his hand, seemingly determining how it would feel bare.
"I will…" he muttered to himself, trying to find the right word, "...ah, compare."
Satisfied, he turned to Cheryl, palm out and upturned, and made a motion to indicate she should come over.
Cheryl pressed herself further into the wall and shook her head, knowing exactly what awaited her if she got too close, even if the idea aroused her so much it made her head foggy.
"Oh, is that all," Claire said with a fake giggle before a real hitch in her breath stopped it. His touch around her unusually sensitive breasts took over her thoughts faster than it would take for another girl. Probably. A quiet whine accidentally alerted him to how it felt.
Oh, was that how it was, then? He grinned at her whimper, cupping her breast and running a thumb over the front, bumping into the now-erect nipple that the soft bra did nothing to suppress. Claire gasped again, face flushed, and he immediately went back, pressing down on it firmly. He was rewarded with another gasp from the little brunette, and her hand inadvertently grasping his thigh. Ji-Woon's cock twitched at this, and he growled with lust, the hand on her back palming a knife from his sleeve and flicking upwards to slice through her bra clasp with expert precision.
Claire's chest rose and fell with the stimulation at her nipples, heat rushing to her face and lips. She gasped at the feeling of something sharp, then the snap of elastic beneath her, when he cupped and squeezed her breast again.
Claire arched her back and released a moan as the sides of her bra hung away from her body.
"Good girl," Ji-Woon teased, her chest flushing as he played with her tits. Looking over to Cheryl, he laughed at her expression, torn between desire and horror. "Missing out," he called to her, and her face scrunched up.
"Go-anh!" Claire's attempts at yelling at Cheryl only resulted in her crying out in response to his touch. "I'll be - okay - unh…"
Her wiggling made a bra strap slide down her shoulder, and her bra fell further down her chest before she instinctively held it up.
Cheryl turned to look at the door, barricaded as it was, and the sight of the bat made the intense fear return. Why couldn't she just grab it and get them out of there? What was wrong with her?
"I-I can't..." she faltered, turning back to Claire to see the Trickster moving her hand aside, allowing the bra to fall off and exposing her left breast. Cheryl blushed, looking away in fear and embarrassment. Oh Jesus, what was he going to do...?
"Wh-what?!" Claire's eyes fluttered as the foot closest to the edge of the couch fell, opening her legs as she twisted under his touch. "S-stop it," she whined at him, grabbing the wrist of the hand that grasped at her tits, but she didn't attempt to move him off her. Her hips twitched upwards as the ache became stronger. She managed to look back at Cheryl, wishing she was lucid enough to really apologize. Instead, she only groaned, "I'm s-sorry- Cheryl- !"
Cheryl didn't look, her face and ears a fiery, hot red, Claire's moans and the Trickster's laughing telling her exactly what she was missing.
"Little girl," the killer crooned, venom and lust in his tone, "come, join her."
"Fuh….anh…" Claire's moans became more insistent. "S-stop playing!"
She glided her hand over his hot erection before landing on her own groin. She pressed against herself with a desirous, almost annoyed look.
Ji-Woon's eyebrows cocked up, a little taken aback by her lustful insistence, but, not one to back down from a challenge, took his hand from her breast and slid it below her belt, feeling a small strip of hair. He hadn't taken her for that type, but he was into it. He went lower, feeling a lacy pair of panties that were already quite warm and damp, and smirked. What a little slut she was.
Claire rolled her hips against his hand. Goosebumps rose along her skin where his fingers brushed along her side. "Oh, my god," she moaned - practically shrieked - as he lithely passed his fingers under her panties and inserted them inside her. His fingers were unusually long and reached deep, delicious places at the top of her walls. "Oh my god!"
Cheryl's legs trembled as a hot, dizzying wave of lust ebbed into her body. The sounds from Claire's mouth and her own sneaking looks of the Trickster's hand in her pants made her blood rush and throb beneath her skirt.
Ji-Woon thrust his fingers deep into her, rolling one back against her front wall in a 'Come here' motion, and she bucked her hips violently. He smirked, sliding his fingers back out, and put them in his mouth, sucking her juices off with a satisfied noise. His other hand slid out from behind her back and went to his belt, which he undid quickly, slipping his pants down in a practiced movement.
As soon as the pants were off, Cheryl gasped; he evidently believed in going commando, and she saw... oh Jesus. She'd never actually... seen one in person…
Claire's cheeks glowed pink as she looked up, the sight of his dick apparently all it took for her to scramble up and flip herself onto all fours to get her mouth around it. Her tongue hung out in anticipation as her lips approached, looking up at him through her lashes alluringly. In any other situation, this guy would be completely insufferable, with all his cackling and muttering to himself, but hot damn those hands could move.
The fact that he would kill her, too; that was also a bit of a damper. Ah well. "Claire!" Cheryl whimpered as she squeezed her thighs together. The urge to join them nudged her forward in forbidden curiosity.
Ji-Woon put his hand up on Claire's head, her mouth moving ever closer to him, and laughed at Cheryl before staring down at the brunette. "Tell her."
Claire gave Cheryl a look as her tongue licked up his shaft with a soft sigh. "He's not hurting me," she mumbled against him. "It feels...nice…"
Cheryl whimpered, as much out of fear as the overwhelming need to feel the same things Claire felt.
Ji-Woon moaned in pleasure, finally at a loss for words, and relished in the feeling of her tongue licking along his cock, wet and warm and so incredibly obedient. It made him wonder if the other girl would be as good for him.
Cheryl's breathing grew heavy as Claire's moans continued even as her mouth wrapped around his tip. Claire's free hand ran over her breasts, the sensation apparently all it took for her eyes to roll back slightly as she went down. Cheryl didn't realize she had moved close enough to them to see Claire's lipstick leave a pink stain along the edges of his shaft.
In a blur, Ji-Woon's hand shot out and grabbed Cheryl's wrist, pulling her down onto the couch next to him and holding her close by the waist, tilting his head so he could salaciously lick along her jaw as she tried to squirm. His hand shot up and gripped the back of her head, turning it to look at Claire nursing the tip of his cock in her mouth. "She is very good. Watch." he commanded in a low tone.
Claire gave Cheryl an apologetic look as the hand on the back of her head pushed her down, not that it took much encouragement for her to keep going.
"Mmmn," she hummed against him, her other hand going to Cheryl's and giving it a squeeze. She concentrated on her look at her, trying to communicate as best she could with acock in her mouth.
Cheryl's breathing was fast and deep, the aching in her groin telling her that if she kept watching like he was forcing her to, there would be a big problem very soon. Still... watching Claire like this was... oh God, no, stop! Why was this so... appealing?
Claire continued to bob her head and worked her tongue around him. Her hand pulled away from Cheryl, throaty hums of pleasure erupting from her as she watched the blonde. Cheryl looked dazed and flushed and her eyes never left the movement of Claire's lips.
Suddenly, the Trickster pulled Claire off with a pop.
He grabbed Cheryl's hand roughly, placing it on his cock and wrapping her fingers around it. "Move."
Cheryl grasped him tightly, but only because her fingers shook otherwise. She stroked uncertainly, unsteadily, before Claire placed her hand over hers to show the rhythm she should keep. The brunette sat up slightly to reach his face with hers, a real pout on her lips now.
"What about me?" His scent was strange and minty.
Both their hands wrapped around him nearly made his eyes roll back in pleasure, but he kept his composure long enough to pull Claire's chin up towards his face and pull her into a deep, passionate kiss, her chin soaked from drooling on his cock, and explored her mouth with his tongue. She was sweet, he suspected from something she'd drank right before the trial had started. It nearly made him jealous, that they could sometimes find items to take back with them. He hadn't ever been able to eat or drink anything here, even when he did find something; it had a nasty tendency to turn to ash in his mouth.
Claire's fingers slipped into her jeans and under her panties as he kissed her. Her eyelashes fluttered in excitement and she moaned against his tongue while she moved against herself.
Cheryl's labored breathing was audible now, and she slowly, tentatively lowered her head towards his tip. His hand on the back of her head pushed her down all the way, shoving her lips into him.
Ji-Woon sighed into Claire's mouth as Cheryl took him in hers, the sharp bite of teeth telling him this was her first time. It didn't bother him too badly, though; a little pain could be fun. She slowly, agonizingly pressed him in further, getting her lips over the tip and just below before stopping suddenly, a gag caught in her throat. He huffed in annoyance and pulled her back up, looking her in the eye with a meaning that was clear: Do not fuck this up.
Claire looked down at Cheryl, anxious to see if he would snap away from his current state. She ran her tongue along his lips to bring him back to her. She murmured into his mouth. "Be nice?"
She pulled her hand away from herself and wiggled out of her jeans, which she hoped would assure his attention as she placed her hands on Cheryl's head to pull him away from her.
The sight of her taking the last of her outer garments off prompted Ji-Woon to stand and turn to face the girls on the couch. Pointing to Claire first, then to Cheryl, he nodded and said "Undress her."
Claire gave the blonde girl a look, to the Trickster, then back with pursed lips. "We're okay," she whispered as softly as possible as she pulled the zipper down Cheryl's vest. "I'll make sure he doesn't hurt you."
Cheryl shuddered; with fear or pleasure, though, was what she didn't know. Claire had unzipped the vest fully, and Cheryl shrugged it off her shoulders, leaving her in the thin, sleeveless turtleneck sweater and skirt. The Trickster pointed to her boots, then, and she obediently pulled them off and set them to the side. Almost gently, he guided her back so she was laid down on her back on the couch, Claire over her. Cheryl couldn't help but notice the other girl's breasts hanging just above her own chest.
Claire looked back at the bright yellow irises staring at them, unsure of her next move. She didn't have to hesitate for long, though, as he pushed her head down to Cheryl's.
She gave Cheryl an apologetic look. This wasn't how Claire wanted this to happen, but she couldn't help feeling excited that it was happening at all. "Sorry," she whispered, and captured Cheryl's lips with her own.
Oh Jesus.
Well, for her first kiss, Cheryl had to admit this wasn't the worst option. Claire's lips were soft on hers, slick with what Cheryl realized was probably precum, and Claire had at least closed her eyes. As Claire pulled back, an impulse came over Cheryl, unavoidable and strong. She craned her neck up to kiss Claire again, catching the older girl by surprise. This was so wrong, and yet it felt like the most natural thing in the world to be kissing Claire while the Trickster's hard, hot cock hung just inches from their faces, and oh fucking Christ she was wet.
A genuine, girlish blush crossed Claire's nose and cheeks as Cheryl kissed her back, and she dipped her head down again to kiss a little deeper, her mouth a little wider. Their tongues met clumsily, but the movements became more natural as their lips parted and came together over and over. Claire's hand brushed across Cheryl's chest, feeling her hard nipple beneath the turtleneck.
Cheryl gasped for air between kisses, huskily whispering, "Help me out of my clothes."
This time Claire complied eagerly, pulling the sweater up Cheryl's pale belly, her breasts immediately visible underneath. Claire planted little kisses on her rosy-pink areolas as Cheryl pulled the top off completely. Their mouths met again with their breasts against each other, and Claire moaned into the smaller girl's mouth at the sensation. Her hands traced down Cheryl's torso and landed at her skirt, pulling it down swiftly. "You're so soft," Claire breathed against her lips. She was only vaguely aware that the Trickster had left her periphery vision.
Kneeling behind her, Ji-Woon slid the tie down off Claire's ponytail, freeing the length of dark brown hair to spill over her back as he placed a hand on her hip.
"Now... you will be ruined," he hissed, forcing his cock through her lips with a slap of flesh on flesh.
Claire cried out as he pierced her, startling Cheryl for a moment before it was clear how much Claire enjoyed the sensation. She tilted her head back in ecstasy, the twin sensations of being fucked from behind and Cheryl naked beneath her overwhelming her mind with lust. "Unh...unh…"
Her tongue hung from her mouth as she pressed her face into Cheryl's neck, kissing and biting along her throat and collarbone. "Mmn...move...move up," she managed through gasps. "Let me go lower."
Cheryl understood and scooched up the couch, making visible the sight of the Trickster behind Claire, eyelids fluttering in ecstasy as he pounded into her over and over. Once Cheryl was far up enough that Claire was positioned over her lips, she swallowed hard. Technically, she was a virgin, if you didn't count heavy petting, but she'd never thought she'd be doing this, especially with another girl...
Any doubts were assuaged as soon as Claire began licking her clit.
Claire's attention, admittedly split by the way the Trickster's cock slid in and out of her, focused as much as possible on the movement of her tongue over Cheryl's clit and entrance. She had to think hard about how it felt for her when someone ate her out, making her squeeze tightly around the cock fucking her mercilessly. The flat of her tongue pulled the blonde apart, the blade exploring her entrance and tasting how soaked she was. Then it was back to her clit, circling and lapping at a steady pattern between sucking and pressing her lips against the spot. Cheryl's mewls above her assured her she was doing it right.
She moved her free hand down to her breast, her eyes rolling back as she overstimulated herself. She'd finish any second if this kept up. She whined against Cheryl's pussy, tongue pressing forcefully at her entrance.
Cheryl's hands found themselves on either side of the other girl's head, tangled in her long brown hair, barely able to speak. Through the cloudy haze of pleasure, she was vaguely aware of Claire gasping her name and her mouth kissing and sucking at her lips. The Trickster seemed taken aback as Claire's eyes squeezed shut and she cried out.
With haggard breathing, Claire's head collapsed into Cheryl's groin, her energy sapped as her climax rolled through her hips and legs. "S-sorry," she groaned, although to which party on either side of her, she didn't know. She weakly arched her back so her hips remained open for his thrusts.
Cheryl whined a little as Claire's mouth came off of her slit as the Trickster continued to pound into the brunette, mumbling to himself in Korean.
Claire looked back at him, trying to see if he was anywhere near done. He seemed annoyed; definitely not the expression she needed him to be making. Their eyes met for a split second, and Claire glanced back at Cheryl with concern. A cruel smile spread across his face as he suddenly pulled himself out and grabbed Claire's hair, forcing her back to whisper something in her ear.
Her eyes widened at his words, but she nodded obediently as she eyed the sleeves she knew hid sharp blades. She moved from the couch and touched Cheryl's shoulder to push her forward, then sat down behind her, pulling Cheryl into her lap. Her hands stroked down the white skin of her belly to her lips, giving them a gentle press as the blonde looked up at her in dazed confusion. Claire reached down and pressed her palms onto the bottoms of her thighs. "Don't be scared," she whispered against Cheryl's cheek. "It feels good, okay?"
Cheryl's breathing sped up as comprehension dawned of what she was saying, and her mind struggled between lustful excitement and horror that this was going to be the first time she... well, made love might not be the correct term for this.
Meeting only initial resistance, Claire pulled Cheryl's legs up and opened her to the laughing Trickster. She placed her lips on Cheryl's again, kissing her urgently. "It feels good," she gasped between their touches. Cheryl only moaned in response, her eyes wide. Claire squeezed her thighs reassuringly. "Close your eyes or look at me."
She gave the Trickster a reproachful look. Be nice.
Ji-Woon smirked, placing himself at the small blonde's entrance, her whimpers as the brunette held her open causing him to drip precum onto her lips.
Claire pulled her open further, although Cheryl moved her hips open as he split her anyway. Satisfied that she could let go, Claire moved her fingers to Cheryl's breasts, squeezing gently as she whined into her mouth. "It feels good, right?" Claire asked softly.
Did it feel good? Cheryl supposed so; it felt like squeezing in her gut, but not one that was unpleasant. She imagined she could feel him reaching up into her belly, and it was all she could do not to cry out when she clamped down and felt how large and warm he was.
Still, the thought of this being how she lost her virginity wasn't amazing. In her head, she'd always imagined a wedding, nothing too big since she couldn't risk calling too much attention to herself or her dad, but with a couple friends and a loving husband waiting for her at the end of the aisle. One last walk with her dad, as he trusted another man to keep her safe. In that moment, she missed him more than ever.
Claire could see tears in Cheryl's eyes as she briefly opened her own mid-kiss. "Hey...hey," she whispered, rousing the blonde to look back at her. "Me. Focus on me." Claire moved her fingers down to Cheryl's clit, gently rubbing the swollen spot at a steady pace. She looked at the Trickster, mustering her best bratty look as she stuck her tongue out at him.
Ji-Woon smirked, the blonde's tears fueling him as he continued to pump her. She was a delicious little fuck, much softer than the other girl, and the attitude wasn't there to interfere with his enjoyment. Just the knowledge that he had complete control over them, could make them do anything he pleased... ah, it was too much! Ji-Woon grabbed onto one of the brunette's tits, fondling it as she kissed the blonde deeply, hands busy working on the blonde's clit.
Claire moaned into Cheryl's mouth as she continued to rub. Fuck, this was bad, but she would've given anything up if it meant she could keep kissing Cheryl. She was so soft. So pretty. And, frankly, seeing her so vulnerable nearly made her want to go again. She nuzzled her head to Cheryl's ear so the Trickster wouldn't hear her.
"Cum for me," she whispered. "Not for him. For me."
Cheryl nodded, focusing all her energy on Claire's long, strong fingers on her most sensitive area, how her tits and belly felt on her back, her warm lips nibbling the shell of her ear, whispers encouraging her to release, to cum for her, anything that meant she didn't have to focus on the throbbing, hot thing that was violating her.
Then, with Claire pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss, Cheryl felt herself reach her tipping point, and the release nearly made her pass out with the intensity. She felt herself spasm, back arching and a loud cry coming from her mouth, but it was as if she was somewhere outside her body, watching the girl she'd previously just thought of as a cool big-sister type work furiously to make her cum. Just when she thought it was finished, the Trickster pushed himself in deep, and the sensation pushed her over again. Struggling to form a coherent thought, Cheryl registered that she didn't even know that it was possible to cum twice in a row.
Claire murmured soft reassurances in Cheryl's ear, not moving her fingers away from her clit until the Trickster's eyes began to roll back and grunting sounds not matching his delicate features erupted from his mouth.
Claire shot up, suddenly not caring if he'd hurt her as he pulled out momentarily. He looked up in shock, clearly unused to anyone's defiance. With swift movement, she knocked him onto his back and slammed his cock inside her to bounce her hips up and down at a furious pace. "Get off her," she panted, glaring down at his wide-open eyes. "You aren't coming inside her, you beast."
Ji-Woon couldn't think through the shock as she bounced on his cock, tits moving up and down hypnotically. Had he... had she...
Any thought of anger or intent to get back at her for this vanished as he felt himself lose it, shooting deep into the brunette's soaked pussy.
"You like that, you little bitch?" Claire breathed as cum slicked his shaft.
Ji-Woon had no fucking clue what was happening anymore.
Laurie sighed as the generator zapped her finger; she'd misplaced a wire and paid for it in mild annoyance. Turning to Nancy, she furrowed her brow.
"It's been twenty minutes and I haven't seen them or the Trickster. They're either running him around or we're about to seriously pay for not cleansing those totems back there."
Nancy looked back over at Laurie but didn't respond, instead pursing her lips and shaking her head.
"I haven't heard him laugh either. They must be somewhere upstairs, or outside. Only two things I can think of."
Nancy didn't need Laurie to be worrying, although her hands had become much steadier on the gens once they heard the Trickster's initial cackle. It wasn't...well. The one that bothered Laurie the most.
Once the generator was complete, the two crept down the hallway. The gate sat where an emergency exit would've been, if the building had been in use. But here in the lobby, a strange, gunpowdery smell hung over the air. Did Cheryl use one of her flashbombs?
Nancy tried not to think about it - she hadn't heard anyone get hooked, so hopefully no one was hanging with no one to help. She pulled at the lever at the gate and readied herself to run the killer around before coming back to the exit.
A sudden, loud clattering rang out. A laugh. His laugh.
It sounded...weird, though. Breathless? Maybe the other two tired him out, Laurie thought, before she scrunched her face up. That didn't seem right. "Um...we should get going."
"Wait," Nancy whispered back as the sound of multiple bodies running down the hall echoed in the room. "If they're here, we can just go."
Claire and Cheryl were sprinting towards them, the Trickster trailing behind but not throwing knives, just kind of... slowly walking with his head lolling down.
"Yep, we're going," Laurie replied as she turned and quickly opened the gate, the other two girls catching up. She turned back once as they left, seeing the tall man leaning against the exit gates and smirking as he saw them go.
As they ran towards the border that would enable them to burn into existence at the campfire, Nancy turned to Claire and gave her a questioning look. The brunette simply shook her head, giving a look in Cheryl's direction.
Claire and Cheryl shared a look. Cheryl looked behind them, a nervous expression on her face as she turned back to Claire with an unspoken question. Silently, Claire reached over to Cheryl's hand and gave her a squeeze as their fingers tingled and numbed out of the trial.
She smiled a little. "I told you we'd be okay."