Hi to all, sorry this chapter took a little longer to get out but real life is so hectic at the moment.

IRENE SHARDA: Yes, poor kids. They have no clue that there are bigger fish out there, ones that bite back. It will be a bit of a reality shock for them I'm sure.

PSYCHO STEPH: Yes, I can only imagine the friendly banter going on between Yazoo and Kadaj; it would be a Kodak moment for sure. "Can you smile with that gag on your mouth Daj?" And the alien machinery, well I'm so excited to tell you what that is, you can be sure it won't be good news, but you'll just have to wait to find out how it will effect everyone.

AVID FANTASY: I love dark humour, it's an Aussie thing I'm sure but I like to throw it in at every available chance. I think Tegan deserves what she gets to, her high and mighty attitude is about to come tumbling down, go hard Yazzy, kick her ass. Yes, most people know how this goes, but hopefully I can throw in a few new turns that keeps everyone interested even just a little.

Thank you to all that have reviewed this fic so far and I did go back and adjust Andrew's appearance slightly in chapter 4, just for a few besotted girls that I won't mention.

Warning…Warning…..Warning …Adults Only… I mean it…no kiddies

Now you have been warned.

This chapter contains explicit forced sex, (rape) so if you can't read such contents, bail out NOW.

Also contains language, and violence towards men and women, blood and brutality.

NOW… REMEMBER… BAD…. REMNANTS.

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Yazoo was livid, he glared threateningly from between his silver fringe at the chaos that was erupting inside the car, sitting motionless on the road and clinging desperately to the door to stop himself from sliding fully to the ground. He had that feeling of once he was down; he might not get up again. 'They will all die slowly for this,' was the only coherent thought going through his dazed mind as contemplated what the hell had just happened.

His whole body was shaking as the electrical aftershock drained out through his nervous system, leaving a high-pitched ringing in his ears. The effect was strangely curious; it made the remaining sounds around him oddly muffled, as if he was hearing them from underwater. Muted screams, yelling and every thing seemed to be happening in a blurry, slow motion mode.

From the tips of his toes to the trembling of his full, pink lips, he furiously willed the tremors to still, trying to fight his pain racked body back under his control.

He shook his head attempting to clear the haze in his brain, taking deep breaths as the effects finally started to subside. Whatever that little blond bastard had hit him with packed a god awful fucking punch, especially when it wasn't expected.

This was certainly unanticipated and the thought that the younger boy had caught him off guard left a bitter taste in the remnants mouth. When had they become so sure of themselves that they failed to see any flaws in their tactics?

He could feel the trickling of blood down the side of his face from where the female had scratched him, and in an angry burst of energy, launched himself up to his feet just as the she slid into the driver's seat. Her petrified eyes lifted to his as she fumbled with the vehicles gears, the girl obviously wanted out of here by any means possible but she wasn't going anywhere, Yazoo had a score to settle with her.

The angry silver growled out through his clenched teeth as he reached in with both hands, grabbing the wretched female by the hair and angrily yanked her screaming out of the car. Yazoo loved hearing this bitches ear splitting wails, he closed his eyes momentarily to delight in hearing her pain. Once he'd dragged that slight delight from her and his revenge was sated somewhat, he brought an end to the wonderful sound, now was not the time to draw attention to themselves.

With one fist cruelly entangled in the back of her hair, he drew his arm back and gave her a stinging backhand across the face, silencing her immediately. Her head flung to the side regardless of his hold and if he hadn't such a tight, cruel grip on her, she would have gone to the ground for sure.

The female stumbled in his grasp until she got her legs back under her and Yazoo yanked her back to face him again. Blood trickled from the corner of her painted lips and her small hands covered his, trying to ease the pain of almost having her hair ripped from her skull.

"No, please…..no," she stammered and Yazoo clamped his free hand over her windpipe and squeezed, just enough to stifle the flow of air she was desperately trying to suck into her lungs.

The girl turned terrified tear-filled eyes to his, her small, feeble hands shifted from her hair to try and remove the suffocating grip he had around her throat. He glanced quickly over at his younger brother's situation and grinned, watching as Kadaj's hits brought the blond to his knees.

One final kick from the youngest and it was over, his eyes reverted back to the girl in his grip, showing her that he held no mercy or concern for her welfare.

He drew the female close against him, feeling the warmth radiating off her even though the night was chilling, he whispered against her cheek.

"Your tears have come too late girl, you are lost to this world, you will never go home and I'll make sure of it." He coldly kissed her and lifted the mortified girl up by the spiteful grip around her throat, her thin strapped stiletto's barely touching the ground, he forced the human female roughly backwards toward the other car.

She didn't fight as her reverse steps moved her further away from her friends to an unknown situation, her hazel eyes stayed glued to his emerald orbs as she struggled to breath. As much as Yazoo wanted to take his anger out on the foul mouthed female, he felt the overwhelming need to settle the score with this one first.

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Kadaj felt the wind knocked out of him as he hit the ground hard, his body arched backwards and convulsed a few times in pain from the jolt he received from whatever the fucking little bastard had hit him with. His gloved hand went straight to his face to assess the damage, nothing felt broken but he did feel the wetness dripping from his nose and lips and the blonds knee still felt like it was embedded into his face, 'little fucker.'

However Kadaj didn't have time to think about it as the kid, obviously trying to defend his two girl friends, came at him again. The youngest silver's rage kicked in full throttle; he coiled his knees up to his chest and drove his spring-loaded feet straight into the boy's stomach, slamming him backwards against the car.

The remnant flipped up from his back onto his feet in an instant, taking a few unsteady steps towards the boy, glaring at the blond who was struggling to stay upright and holding onto his ribs, and with a powerful thrust, side snap-kicked the youth in the face.

The boy's head flew back as he collapsed onto his hands and knees in a daze, blood pouring out of his mouth, and a curtain of long blond locks covered his face.

"Not a nice fucking feeling is it you little shit," growled Kadaj. The blond, looking not so pretty now, nervously glanced up to his attacker as Kadaj quickly closed in, grabbing the sweet boy's head and driving his knee into the side of his delicate face.

"Have one back you little prick," he yelled, and with great satisfaction, watched the boy crumple to the ground unconscious.

Kadaj sucked at the blood that was pooling in his mouth and spat it to the road beside the kid. He took a few unsteady steps, trying to stabilize himself from the electric hammering he just received but he knew that within the hour his body would be completely healed, he had Jenova's Gene's to thank for that.

He bent down and retrieved the thing the feisty little shit had hit them with; Kadaj knew what it was as soon as he got a close look at it.

"Fucking little bastard!" he yelled and just for the fun of it he zapped the kid with the weapon, gleefully watching as the slender body twitched and heaved even though the boy was already out to it.

A big smile spread out over his lips, his teeth still stained crimson from the blood as he scrutinized the power of the little rod.

"Must get me one of these," he laughed. "Oh wait…I just did," and he pocketed the little device.

By the time Loz had got there, the tables had turned again.

His younger brothers had control of the situation and as Yazoo pushed Loz's weeping mouse past him towards their car he yelled at the eldest.

"Get the other one." flicking his head back in the direction of the girl on the road.

Loz looked over to Kadaj and saw him dragging the unconscious boy by the collar. 'What the hell had just happened?' He looked around slightly perplexed before remembering his instructions, 'Oh right, the girl.'

The burley silver moved to stand above her; she looked peaceful, like she was asleep. 'Poor thing' he thought. Bending down he grabbed a hold, pulling her unconscious body over his shoulder and striding back to join his brothers.

"Throw her in the front seat," said Yazoo irritably, "your driving Loz."

His brother was angry, Loz could sense this, it didn't take a lot of brains to know that the middle child was vexed and it was never a good thing when Yaz was in such a mood.

He carefully placed the girl on the front seat of the passenger side and closed the door, walking around to get into the drivers seat, Loz silently watched as Yazoo handled the other girl, his girl, she looked so scarred.

The big guy hoped his brother wouldn't hurt her too much, he was looking forward to spending his 'quality time' with her, he preferred them in one piece and not bleeding all over the place as the middle sibling's pets tended to do, a lot.

Yazoo let go of the girl's throat giving her head a sharp jerk, he gently placed his index finger against her bleeding lips and in an almost intimate action, and he brought his lips down to her ear.

"Shhhhhhhhh," he whispered, "no more crying…not yet anyway." the girl glanced sideways at him, terrified, but got her bothersome noises under control.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kadaj drag the boy to the rear of the car and pound on the trunk.

"Open it up Loz," bellowed the youngest and Loz hit the button, scanning the streets around them to make sure no one heard the fuss his pissed off brothers were making.

A metallic sounding click and the trunk opened, Kadaj hefted the boy up, depositing the unconscious form in with a last ditch uncaring heave then slammed it shut. That just left little mousey to deal with.

As Kadaj walked towards her, he could see Yazoo had an unforgiving hold on the girl; she was crying but made no plea for her safety. Kadaj thought the look suited her, red eyes and tear smeared cheeks, bloodied up a little bit, just the way he liked them.

"What are we doing with this one?" the youngest enquired. Yazoo looked down into her eyes, he could see the fear there but also something else, a minuscule amount of defiance remained, she wasn't defeated yet in her own mind. 'Well…. that would change soon enough.' he thought.

Some fought him right to the end; some gave up as soon as Yazoo used moderate pain techniques. He loved the fighters, the relinquishing ones left him hanging, unfulfilled and downright pissed off.

"I owe her!" he finally said.

The angry silver boy lifted the young woman up by the throat so her face was just millimetres from his; giving her a long hard look of contempt, "look at my face!"

The frightened girl struggled to pull away but Yazoo easily held her in place. Kadaj looked closely at his brother, tilting his head to the side as he studied the long, bloodied scratches down one side of his face. The middle child was absolutely fuming and Kadaj understood completely.

"Don't worry Yaz, I still think your beautiful!" he smiled teasingly, "for a freak."

Yazoo didn't miss the jibe. He squinted playfully at his younger brother and a smirk graced his lips, he then flicked his head towards the car.

"Get in the back Daj, your gunna help me…. this bitch needs a lesson."

Kadaj perked up, the ride home would be fun after all, he had no doubt about it and not having any qualms about Yazoo instigating the fun for now, quickly whirled around and climbed into the back, moving over to the far side. The middle remnant feeling a sudden urge of mischievous revenge on the youngest, threw the girl headfirst in onto his lap, then stood and watched in amusement as the girl realised she had obtained a certain amount of freedom and started punching, kicking and screaming at the younger brother. Her sudden and unexpected liberty was being hard fought for and Kadaj was taken aback at the combination of his brother's unanticipated, roguish action and her bid for freedom, but only momentarily.

"Thanks a fucking lot Yaz!" he yelled to his smirking brother.

Yazoo calmly waited for a window past the thrashing female, she was giving him the show he loved the most, to bad he didn't have her home already. The girl was fighting like her life depended on it; he had to smile at the thought.

He bent down and peered in over to the young silver.

"Kadaj! Are you alright?" he mocked his brother, "Do you need help little brother?" He was barely able to contain himself when Kadaj sent him a death glare. He could have stood there all night watching the amusing sight of the youngest trying to contain the fireball.

Kadaj loved a fight but with women it was contrasting, a woman fought completely different to a man, some times, it was hard to strike back at their feeble efforts, but only sometimes. He let go of one of her wrists and drove his fist into her stomach, she stopped fighting immediately and rolled into a ball coughing and wheezing. 'There, simple yet effective and not too excessive,' he amusedly thought.

Yazoo seeing the end of her struggles dove in virtually on top of her, pulling the door closed behind him with a bone-jarring slam.

"Ok Loz, get us home." he yelled and Loz floored it, glad to finally be going home for some fun.

The girl lay there curled on her side trying to get air back into her lungs, but as soon as she felt Yazoo's weight against her she renewed her efforts to struggle again.

"Get a hold her hands Daj!" barked Yazoo.

Kadaj swivelled on the seat and lent with his back up against the car door facing towards Yazoo, he half dragged the girl onto his lap and grabbed a tight hold of her wrists, he forcefully brought her hands around behind his own back, leaving her wide open to his older brother.

Yazoo watched her as she eyed him angrily, suddenly deciding she wasn't going to make this too easy for him, she kicked out with both feet, driving her sharp-heeled stiletto's into his chest and slamming him back against the door. These kids were a dream come true for Yazoo, they had a lot of fight in them and the prospects of what was to come fuelled his adrenalin into overdrive.

With a delighted scowl on his face at her sudden surge of vehemence and a stimulating jolt in his loins at the pain she had caused him, he retaliated instantly. Seizing her legs in a brutal grip, driving them apart with such overwhelming force that to resist would cause her serious damage. Her back arched and her head flew back as she screamed out, instantly stopping her struggle. She stayed still, her head resting back against Kadaj' shoulder, eyes to the roof and small sobs rising up from her heaving chest.

Yazoo checked her will, he watched fascinated at what she would do as he placed his hands on her knees and slowly, ran gentle fingers down the inside of her thighs, she let him. He smiled at his conquest of the female but deep down he was disappointed, she had shown great promise to fight them, to watch her give up now, so early in their encounter was a bittersweet victory for him.

He gazed down watching, or maybe hoping for any sign that she intended to fight again, but she stayed subdued. Feeling somewhat letdown that she had yielded, he moved in closer between her legs.

He waited, wanting her spirit to return, he needed to see if she could call it back or if it was lost now forever. He let his fingers glide lower until they covered her crotch then drove his fingers in as far and hard as her jeans would allow. The girl rapidly brought her knees up forcing them against his chest pushing him back and shielding herself from his touch. 'Yes, that's more like it.' he thought.

Moving his hands to the place on her legs where he gripped her before, seeing if she remembered the pain he gently squeezed, her eyes flung open and she spread her legs quickly either side of him without any further challenge.

He loved the abruptness with which she moved at his touch now; to scared to actually defy him but still wilful if he pushed her enough.

Human fear was an intoxicating thing to behold for him, the depths of depravity he could force a person to, just to survive, was too sweet for words. You had to experience it to understand it, such power over another, the power of life and death. He was after all, the son of Jenova, it was only fitting he had such power.

Humans were playthings; Yazoo saw them as little else then to sate his desires, whichever mood he was in.

He went for her jeans, roughly trying to undo the metal studded buttons before finally loosing patience with the overly small nuisances and ripped the face of her pants open. It was now she finally found her voice.

"Get your fucking paws off me you bastard," she growled. The frightened girl wriggled back into Kadaj's lap further, trying to get as much distance from Yazoo as possible. The effects of her backwards movement caressed Daj's already stiff cock and he pushed his erection against the females butt so she could get a good, hard feel of the situation she was in. She stopped the retreat instantly and the youngest bent his head forward, bitting into her neck, not hard, but firmly, warning her to be still.

She squealed out as his teeth scaped over her skin but remained motionless, his bites turning tender as they roved over her jugular which elicited small nervous moans from her.

Yazoo smiled coldly down at the girl before leaning in close to her fearful, pretty face.

"I don't think so." he frostily replied, slowly letting his eyes roam over her form and making sure she saw his intentions clearly.

"In fact, by the time I'm finished with you, there won't be a single inch of your skin that my…PAWS, will not have touched." he growled down at the girl. Her fearful eyes locked on his, he could see her weighing up the situation.

"Fuck you," came her harsh reply and Kadaj, amused at the insult to his brother, giggled against her neck.

Yazoo was delighted with her strength, "Oh you will girl, believe me... you will," he grinned.

The pretty silver cuffed her lightly up the side of the head making sure not to snuff out her rebellious nature, but hard enough to let her know she could do fuck all about the situation. The girl yelped out at the contact, going slack in the youngest boy's lap, her body shivering in alarm.

The middle child reached down and gripped the flimsy material of her blouse, ripping it away with one unforgiving wrench to reveal her goose bumped skin to the cold night air. Throwing the tattered remains onto the floor, when suddenly he was interrupted.

"Yazoo! That ones mine."

Yazoo's head snapped up from glaring angrily at the girl to look solemnly at Loz.

"She still is Loz, I'm just…. borrowing her for a little while, ok," he watched his older brother's reaction to this.

"Well….. I want her in one piece ...and alive, alright?" came Loz's concerned reply.

Yazoo couldn't see any dilemma with this, "Sure Loz, no problem." He paused for a moment making sure Loz wasn't going to insist on his ownership of the girl then went back to ripping off the remainding gear.

She was struggling in Kadaj' grip constantly, trying to somehow keep her clothes in place as she cried out in fear.

The youngest could feel her struggles becoming more desperate, her whole body was trembling with dread and the effect was thoroughly stimulating.

Watching, his excitement grew with each violent rip as Yazoo tore away at silk and lace, the slender line of her legs accentuated by her thin-strapped high-heeled shoes. She had a beautiful, inviting body, one that Kadaj thought needed to be thoroughly and violently ruined.

Yazoo paused after removing the last bit of bothersome threads and looked down at the pitiful girl beneath him, grinning malevolently; he slowly unzipped his jacket, slipped it off and laid it over the front seat with care.

The streetlights passing by out side illuminated his pale, bare, well-sculpted torso one minute before the concealing darkness hid his perfection the next. Slight dark bruises were already forming from where the girl's sharp heels had caught him in the chest but it was the type of pain the middle child loved to endure, arousing him considerably. Taking his time he leisurely undid his belt, knowing the girl was fearfully watching his every purposefully slow move, the realization of what was in store for her increased her fear with each passing second.

Yazoo watched as the passing lights revealed her state as well, her wide fearful eyes, her heaving chest all displayed for him one minute before darkness claimed her the next. It was like watching a slide show of her terror, tantalisingly quick snap shots of fear, turning into terrifying realisation.

The beautiful remnant unzipped his fly, letting his hard cock loose of its confines and slowly pushed the black leather down to his knees.

Kadaj looked at his brother's erection and started chewing at his bottom lip, his brother had a big dick by human standards and the pretty silver was clearly in an excited mood judging by how stiff he was. The mesmerising sight caused the young ones own cock to twitch spasmodically in its confines, 'not yet baby' he consoled his anxious rod. 'soon…very soon it will be your turn to play.'

"Let her go Daj," demanded Yazoo.

Kadaj snapped back and slowly let the girl have her arms back but kept a light grip in case she started fighting again, she didn't, too petrified at the moment so he let her go.

Yazoo roughly grabbed hold of her hips and pulled the naked girl towards him, straitening her out more but leaving her head resting in the youngest remnants lap. The brutal treatment suddenly brought her out of the submissive frame of mind she had adopted and she condemned his taunt, bare chest to feeble punches.

He grinned as he reached down grabbing the girl's ankles and hoisting them up and over her head ignoring her protests.

"Get off me, get the fuck off me you prick." she wailed.

"Hold her legs Daj." he said, moving his head quickly to the side to dodge the ineffective clouts raining up at him.

The mischievous boy, took a firm grip on her strapped ankles, and pulled them towards him, leaving her in a fully exposed and in a vulnerable position for the middle child.

She screamed in earnest now, knowing that nothing she did would stop them from here on in, and resorted to pleading with them.

"No, No, No please don't." she cried but her pleas only made Yazoo smile, he was not in a merciful mood towards the girl; he wanted to see her suffer. Moving into position above the traumatised young woman, her small, shaky hands feebly moved up to push against his chest, trying in vain to stop him from what she knew was coming.

Yazoo grabbed a hold of his throbbing dick and positioned it at her entrance, then slowly, started to push inside. His bell shaped knob thrust in to be enveloped in her incredible warmth, an amazingly contrasting feel to the bitter cold night air.

She cried out as her body was invaded by hard, foreign flesh, still pleading with them to stop but the might behind her fight had left her and she resorted to closing her eyes, trying to block out the sight above her as the tears slipped from the corners to slide down her cheeks.

Her bottom lip quivered spasmodically as he drove his swollen cock in further and she arched her back trying somehow, to pull herself away from his intruding shaft.

Screams of protest turned into screams of pain, she was tight around him, the girl's obvious fear not helping in this situation one bit as her walls clamped around him in her panicked state. Yazoo raised his head up to look at Kadaj; there faces were only inches away from one another.

"Fuck Daj, she's tight." his eyes rolled back in obvious bliss at the tightness encasing his prick and the pain she was clearly in.

Stopping his momentum, he reached up and cupped his hand to Kadaj's lips.

"Big spit little brother."

The youngest silver, with eyes locked on identical ones to his, proceeded to suck up all the juice he could muster from his mouth and spit it into Yaz's hand, noticing it was still stained slightly red, and then watched as Yazoo did the same. He slipped out of the girl, coating his prick in their combined spittle and without any consideration for her welfare, plunged roughly back into her, letting his full weight force his drive deep down inside her in one violent thrust.

She screamed loud, her body going rigid in her pain as she tried to find some way to pull herself free of him. Yazoo let her try, he was firmly embedded and he did love to hear them scream, and he desperately wanted to give this one something to scream about.

He drove in hard, pulling out just so the tip of his cock stayed inside her before plunging down again. Her cries becoming a continuous song for Yazoo that excited him into fevered pitched thrusts. A sheen of sweat quickly forming on his pale brow making strands of his silver locks stick to his face from exertion and a feral groan escaped his parted lips.

Moving further forward, Yazoo grabbed hold of the windowsill of the car door with one hand either side of Kadaj's head.

"Pull her legs back more Daj." he panted out heavily between breaths.

Kadaj happily did so, pulling the girl back further up onto her shoulders, the effect moving Yazoo's face just a breath away form his own.

The middle child looked into his young brothers eyes as he drove into her hard, his cheeks quivering from the shock wave caused from each and every harsh drive. Her screams starting to fade out into whimpered sobs as she succumbed to shock.

Kadaj gave him a small grin before leaning in to claim the pretty silvers lips; it was slow, deep and long. The first touch soft and testing, then lips parted slightly to taste each other and then tongues came forward to tickle and tease.

Yazoo closed his eyes as his tongue slipped into Kadaj's mouth, the teen sucked it lovingly before offering his warm wet muscle in return, their tongues extended out leisurely circling around and around each other, then slowly, wet tips flicking wet tips.

Yazoo continued his assault on the girl driving into her mercilessly, never skipping a beat as he focused on the feel of her warm, encasing flesh and his brother in front of him. He felt pure ecstasy having the two so close and her pain so pure, but his control started to wane, he felt himself slipping into the background, trying to pull back was never an easy thing though and sometimes fighting it caused him pain.

Kadaj saw the hesitant look on his beloveds face a second before it turned cold and cruel, Yazoo suddenly forced his mouth hard into his brother's lips, slamming Kadaj's head back against the window.

The boy let out a startled cry as his lips were ravenously devoured. Tearing his head to the side and freeing himself from the ethereal silvers hold, he quickly cupped the overcome face of his brother with both hands and gave Yazoo a not so gentle shake, "No Yaz, stay with me," breaking the course his brother was heading down.

He studied his older sibling's eyes making sure he was back from where ever the hell he went to at these times, watching as they re-focused on him. Yazoo nodded to his brother and Kadaj blinked slowly, nodding in return. It was their unique way of letting each other know they were fine after stressful situations, Yazoo's rhythm slowed but never stopped.

"Stay with me here Yaz." Kadaj whispered again.

The middle child kissed the youngest cheek tenderly. "I'm not going anywhere Daj," he whispered against the warm soft lobe of his brother's ear.

Their foreheads touched in a comforting gesture reassuring them of their close bond before Kadaj smiled mischievously, grabbing the girl's legs again and pulling her back into position.

"Fuck her hard for me Yaz," he grinned.

Yazoo stopped and lent back slightly, he took one hand off the door and placed it behind the girls knee then brought the other hand to her opposing knee pushing her legs up and out even more so her knees were up around her armpits. He let his full weight fall onto the backs of her legs pinning her down, it was a awkward position to be in…. for her anyway. Then he began forcing himself roughly into her, slamming his full weight down with each stroke.

The girl screamed out on every downward stroke causing the silver boy to thrust even harder, delighting in her pain.

Kadaj watched mesmerised at the ferocity of his brother's attack, a range of emotions fleetingly crossed Yaz's features, then his face went blank. 'Here we go' thought Kadaj. 'The calm before the storm.' Then the look of pain irrupting on his brother's face and the contorting of neck muscles was the first indication of what was to come.

"Cum in her Yaz, Fuck her hard and Cum inside her." Kadaj yelled to his brother.

Yazoo's head flew back, his face screwed up tighter as he started to yell his intention, his whole body shaking violently as he started his climax.

"Daj ….Daj….Oh….Fuck." He glared fiercely down at the young woman under him, all the rage he felt for her displayed clearly on his grimacing, reddened face and in his sadistic actions.

"FUCK YOU." he yelled at the flinching girl as his thrusts became dangerously close to damaging her permanently.

He let out a long, loud, intense cry as he let loose, shooting his load deep into the girls womb, the intense orgasm was mind blowing as he slowed. In one final thrust he buried his cock in deep to the hilt and held it there until he'd finished offloading his milky white seed. Body trembling uncontrollably and unable to hold himself up any longer, he collapsed onto the female. He laid there trying to get his breathing back under control as he listened to her whimpered cries.

'She had survived the distance, well who would have guessed.' he was slightly pleased after all.

He looked down to check her condition and planted a rough kiss on her cheek.

"Fuck you to." he softly huffed the insult again.

He saw her eyes turn venomous for a brief second before lulling back to fear. 'Yes, she had proved to be fun after all.' he thought.

After a few minutes of silence, Loz spoke up. "Is she still in one piece?"

Kadaj and Yazoo smiled and answered in unison.

"Yes Loz."

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So there you have naughty Yazoo. He's a bad, bad boy.

Yazoo….you naughty boy, you go straight to my room and stay there, now.