sylus and caleb size difference….. like they’re buff and broad as hell.. 6’2.. would probably manhandle you and carry you over their shoulders, would be turned on by the fact that you would love them to headlock you to the point you feel lightheaded, and the way their size just towers over you, turns them on so bad AHHHHH
also also? the fact that they’re the 2 characters that know how to wield a gun. gunplay, mindbreak and interrogation with them both would go crazy AHHHH
they’re the type of duo that just loves the fact that they will always have power over you. and that’s hot.
very good tasty points anon. thank you very much!
i think sylus and caleb would be the most conventionally intimidating duo. we're talking good cop/bad cop but you cannot tell which is which.
because Sylus was currently pressing the cold barrel of his pistol against the side of your head as his other hand tilts your head up to face him.
"answer me, kitten. or else the big bad wolf's going to eat you...aren't you afraid?"
he'll ask and you'd feel the warmth of Caleb's breath on your clothed core, one of his large hands squeezing the soft of your thigh as he pushes them apart (as if his broad shoulders weren't already doing the job). his other hand was pressing the cold tip of his pistol against your soft wet pussy. stroking the puffy bulge of your clit with the cold metal as he breathes on it. the mix of cold and warm making your brain fog. your fingers pushed pathetically against his face only for him to give them a sharp nip.
"mnghh- d-don't know...i...augh-"
you tried to respond through the fog but that only served to displease the tall white haired man behind you. he squeezed your jaw open to lodge it snugly in your throat. the bitter taste of metal and gunpowder combined with the sheer stiff girth of the metal pushing down your drooling tongue to hit the back. looking straight into your eyes he smirked and slipped the safety off.
"don't know is not an appropriate response for such a simple question, sweetheart."
Caleb laughed at that, sliding your panties to the side to rub the metal right on your core. you let out garbled whimpers, thighs clenching instinctively.
"the old man's right, pip-squeak. come on...tell us. who's idea was it to be fucked silly with a gun?"
Sylus stroked your hair away from your face with a gentleness that belied the way he was thrusting the barrel of his pistol down your sweet throat. all you could see was him looking over you, feel large hands stroking your skin lazily and holding you firmly in place. his long fingers traced the indent of it beneath the skin of your throat. he slowly leaned down to your height and pushed your head into a snug headlock so that you could see what the other man was doing between your legs, placing a soft condescending kiss on the side of your scalp. your pathetic drooling was leaking all over the sleeves of his more than a thousand dollar dress shirt and onto the front of your top.
Caleb tuts softly at your pitiful moans as he spat on the barrel of his gun and slipped the safety off. his finger rested on the trigger as he pushed it deeper inside you.
"well you leave us no choice. maybe if the bullets meet in the middle, you'd have no choice but to open up...in the literal sense."
Caleb's threat sent a shiver down your spine, making you clench tighter around the pistol, ugly fat droplets of snot and tears dripping down your face. you tried to protest yet again only for it sound like garbled nonsense as more of your drool dripped down your chin and onto your increasingly translucent shirt.
"admit it, sweetheart. or do you want us to fuck it. out. of. you?"
Sylus cooed, emphasising each word with a thrust of the pistol in your throat. Caleb's warm lips began suckling on your pouty puffed clit, slurping loudly as he bullied his pistol further up your drooling cunt.
and well, maybe that is the end goal from the way neither of them were letting you answer.
