Amy woke up in a minor motel room, she looked around the elbow room. It was modestly furnished. She was still quite sore from the previous day violation, but it was more like a dull pain than anything else. Her middle darted around the room. The shoemaker's last affair she remembered was ... Amy immediately started moving around, half expecting to receive been bound in some way, but she was n't. She rolled out the bed and on to her pes. She was wearing loose-fitting sweat drawers and a poor fitting cooler top.

"hullo ! ?"Amy called out. There was n't too often space for someone to be hiding or anything. She checked the door. It was locked, the nob for the dead bolt had been screwed off. She went into the dresser beside the bed. Atleast I 'll be able to find out out where I am. She thought to herself. After searching through everything, she realized that she was in the mop up voice of townsfolk she could possibly be in. Suddenly being locked in did n't look so bad. She looked around for her purse. It was there, along with her ID and some meds. She went ahead and took her oral contraceptive before turning on the TV. The one affair she was missing from her pocketbook was her cellular phone. She glanced over at the motel telephone, but she did n't see the cord connecting it to the wall. Amy sighed and decided she 'd have to wait for her new captor before she could do anything.

******

Several hours passed before she heard a key turning in the door. In walked a heavily set pitch-dark man, the same one who almost killed her. The same one who killed her attackers and apparently the Lapplander one who had brought her here.

"lavatory ... is that you ?"Amy said, hoping the person would say yes. Atleast if it was King John, she knew that to some degree she 'd be safe.

"Yeah, it 's me ... kinda."The man replied. He looked a lot different than the man she 'd met various calendar month before. Mostly it was something about his behavior that changed, something in his eyes. He put down various large dish before handing Amy a pair of sling and a gallus for her hand."How are you feeling ?"lav asked, putting respective things in the mini-fridge.

"I 'm okay."Amy replied, wincing as she put her brace on. John stared at her for a moment."What, I 'm fine."Amy protested his accusing spirit."I 'm still really sore, okay."she said rolling her eyes."It 's nothing I ca n't administer with."

"I 'm lamentable it took so long for me to get there, I did n't substantiate it was you until I actually got to the house."

"I 'm alive, the rest ... the rest does n't really matter."Amy replied in her common dismissive manner.

"Amy, occlusion. It does matter. I 've seen your scrape. I saw what they did to you. It does matter."St. John said, pressing Amy to be honest with him.

"I ... I just have in mind you do n't necessitate to be sorry ..."Amy said looking away."I 've survived worse."she continued. John sat down beside her on the bed.

"I know you have. But you should n't have to possess survived any of it."

"That 's life."Amy shrugged."I 'm going to go take a shower."Amy said standing up."Alone ..."privy nodded. He 'd had no intention of joining her despite various conversations they 'd had over the meter they 'd known each early. Not that he did n't want to, it just was n't the sentence.

The water felt good, cascading down Amy 's bruised and battered consistence. It was quite was in quite a bit of discomfort washing herself, her arms constantly feeling like they were going to pop out of the sockets at any moment. Apparently the bones in her manus had been reset, but she could still see the puncture Saint Mark of when Miko stepped on her bridge player with those stiletto heel. Her mind drifted to the last she 'd seen of Miko, her laying on the ground, impaled on a bottle as she crawled out of the bathroom. She saw the look on lav 's human face. It was n't the Saame as what she 'd expected. It was n't like the look on her father 's face or the tone on her ex-husband 's face. It was different. There was no anger, no nothing. It was just cold, emotionless. She thought about her cousin and how something very exchangeable had been done to her at a very Cy Young age. Was he thinking about that when he did spike Miko like that ? Amy wondered. The deficiency of dehydrated cum inside of her told her that Gospel According to John had cleaned her up before putting her in the bed. She wondered if he would 've killed her had she not made him cum. This clearly was n't the kickoff time he 'd killed. But she did have a scoop batting order. Something she knew would hold him from killing her, assuming he even would. Confident that she 'd mold everything out, she sat back and enjoyed her shower.

John listened to the sound of the shower starting and sat back, watching the TV. Family Guy was on. He chuckled at the irony, considering the first time they 'd met, they were watching Family Guy. He glanced over at her handbag and tossed her cell earpiece back inside. He had been tempted to look for info on her cellphone, but he decided against it. Instead he wondered how long would she be willing to stay before she 'd want to get home. What she thought of him, having seen him obliterate. What was really going on in her straits. He could n't help but think the sound of Amy breaking down when she thought he was going to kill her. He 'd knock off hints, hoping she 'd catch on. Hoping that she would n't be so fright, but until she said is name, she did n't know whether she 'd caught on or not. He did know one thing, affair where not safe for Amy out there, not by a retentive scene. Having given up all hopes of finding her through traditional means, he 'd come down here to get over her down after they 'd lost touch. He knew there was one soul who might know where she was, but he needed to be smart about it. Fortunately Amy 's cousin, Lia, had kept his epithet out of the unhurt situation so there was no need for him to worry. He knew who was after Amy, and that soul did n't know him, so he was in a pretty trade good situation when he finally got down there. He 'd talked to his father about surviving in the streets, his father having been homeless person for several years. He took his supply of prescription pills down with him to facilitate garner favors until he 'd gotten where he wanted to go. Unfortunately the guy did n't know much, but since he was already down there and was to some degree piece of that human beings, he decided to solve with them and collect Thomas More trustfulness and favors til the time that he needed to strike. He 'd done a few contract bridge violent death, his briny MO was mostly using bomb and receiving set controlled railcar, but something about this world appealed to him. It felt almost natural. The dismal part of him were starting to show and the people in that world liked what they saw.

His idea were interrupted as Amy exited the bathroom, looking a peck better than when she 'd entered.

"okay, why am I here ?"Amy asked staring at whoremaster as he sat on the bed.

"I brought you here cause I wanted you to be safe and I did n't acknowledge where your uncle lived."John said, looking back up at her.

"Thank you. I 'm not sure I got to say that earlier."

"Actually it was the last thing you said before you fell out."John chuckled."I did n't mind though, I 'm kinda used to you falling asleep on me. I must be pretty boring."he joked. Amy smiled.

"What are you doing here ... and why were you working with those people."Amy inquired. Normally she would n't, but it just seemed really odd to her.

"I gave up. That 's why I 'm down here. I got tired of being rational, of being normal. I figured if I 'd done that former, perhaps I could 've ...."John trailed off. Amy looked at him confused, obviously something was bothering him, usually he was pretty forthcoming about his feeling."It does n't matter. Is n't that what you 'd say. I came down, I found you, you 're ok. That 's really all that matters."

"I suppose so. I guess it 's time for me to get going."Amy said, alittle confused."You came down for me ?"

"Yeah, I did. I do n't know why you 'd be surprised. I 've told you how much I care about you."John said, looking away.

"But ..."

"Yeah, I know ... but still. You where here for me, now I 'm here for you. Perhaps we should leave alone it at that."Saint John the Apostle said, starting to finger a bit uncomfortable, as was Amy.

"You still owe me, you know. We were supposed to go out, your treat when you came back down."Amy said with a grin, trying to get thing back go some semblance of normalcy.

"Yeah, and you were supposed to actually"try"and look well this time."Gospel According to John joked, commenting on the first of all time they 'd met.

"well unless you have some wearing apparel for me and would be volition to await for a few, I guess you 're kind of out of luck."

"To be honest, you do n't look bad now."John smiled looking at the loose fitting sweat pants, a slight gibbousness started to work in his pants, thinking about how easy it would be to guide them off. He glanced up at the top. The side of her breast were clearly visible. She was wearing his dress which obviously did n't fit her very well. The hump did n't head for the hills Amy 's placard. A smile crossed her face.

"I bet I know what you 're thinking ... I ca n't allow for until you get some blueberry pancakes."

"Actually I was kinda thinking you owed me for saving your sprightliness, blueberry flannel cake would be the least I could get."

"I saved your life if you remember correctly."

"Yes I do remember."lavatory smiled."But I still think I 'm saving your life. You 've never seen me try to make pancakes from scratch."he joked as he stood up."I also distinctly remember someone thinking that they could take in me."he said pushing Amy slightly.

"Well, considering."Amy said, glancing at her broken hand."I think I 'll deliver to get hold of a pelting stop on that one."

"What if it was n't up to you."can continued, pushing her lightly again, she stumbled back even further."That could 've all been an detailed plan to weaken you up, so I could take you ... well, I suppose if it was actually a plan I would n't throw killed anyone, but whatever."John said taking a few steps forward. Unfortunately his mentioning of that killed any cerebration Amy had of engaging in this foreplay. Saint John the Apostle could see it in her face as her expression changed.

"Yeah ... I suppose not."Amy said as she looked down at her trembling hands."I ... I killed somebody yesterday."Amy said as though it just hit her.

"No you did n't. You saved me yesterday. He was going to sock me with that 2x4. You totally saved my ass."John said taking her bridge player. He could feel them shaking slightly. Amy winced slightly as he squeezed her bruise hand.

"You 're right."Amy said, choking back her emotions."But you ..."

"Yeah, I know. I murdered them. They hurt someone I cared about, they were going to hurt you even more ... so I killed them. Plain and simple. I do n't experience any sort of way about it. They were horrendous people and if I did n't kill them ... they just would 've done it to someone else. Anyways, it 's not like they would 've let me allow with you."John said, as though it was n't a big softwood. Amy pulled her hands away. She could n't deal with this not right now. The man before her just killed two mass with no signs of remorse at all. Just snuffed them out like they were nothing and did n't sense anything. Atleast her father was gaga, atleast her ex-husband was wild. Him he was n't either. It was more of a matter of fact to him.

"I 've ... I 've got to go."Amy said, stepping back. It was only then that she 'd noticed that she was up against a wall. Her eyes locked on to his."And if I did n't make you cum ... what would 've happened then ..."

"You would 've passed out and I would 've tossed you on the floor and said you were utter. Amy, what 's legal injury ?"John said taking a step closer. He could smell the catch, maybe even a mite of fear. Something inside of him started to roil."Oh, you think I would 've killed you. That 's what you think, you think I 'm just some kind of ..."John 's centre turn cold-blooded"... monster."he says taking yet another step towards Amy. Amy took a deep breathing time. I 've been through worse, it 'll be o.k.. She thought to herself, trying to calm herself down.

"I do n't bonk what to think."Amy replied, staring right into his frigidness eyes."You attacked me and nearly drowned me. I ... I just do n't know."

"Well ..."John the Divine 's eyes soften again."... you 're wrong. I 'm not a monster. I 'm just a mortal, protecting mortal he cares about."he continues, cradling Amy 's font in his deal, tilting it upwards towards his. Her lips percentage slightly as his lips pressed against hers. Amy runs her deal through is hair, as his branch wrap around her waist. This is n't how either of them had thought affair would go when they 'd planned their confluence. Infact their meeting was to be nearer to the attack Amy had experienced that previous night than to what was happening now, but somehow what was happening felt ... right. Amy 's body melted in is subdivision as their tongues danced in each others mouths. He lifted her off the undercoat, her legs wrapped as her soundbox as he walked her to the bed. Amy bounced roughly as lav tossed her onto the bed. Quickly sliding her pants down, he pressed his aspect between her thigh. Normally this was not Amy 's affair, more used to getting and being used for pleasance than receiving it, but today it felt right. As much as she was normally against it, after what she 'd experienced the previous day, it felt unspoiled for person to actually be soft and caring towards her. She sat up at first before her shoulders told her it was better for her to lay back. His thick beard tickled the interior of her thigh as his natural language entered her, his nose pressed against her clit as he licked and slurped between her second joint. Slowly but surely her body started to respond as her respiration got devil and her puss started to moisten. He takes his fingers and starts rubbing and pinching her clit. His spit buried inside of her as he vigorously rubbed her clit. Amy 's thigh start to tremble as waves of pleasure start to wash over her. She starts gripping the edge of the bed, her wetness now freely flowing from her organic structure as her legs lock around his back, keeping his human face locked between her thighs. Amy moaned loudly as he continued his oral assault, before switching it up a bit, his mouth now on her clit as he licked and sucked it into his mouth, keeping the suction going as he flicked her sore minuscule nub with his glossa. She bucked and grinded her crotch into his face, her branch quaking as she fell to orgasm.

John hungrily slurped her free flowing wetness as he stripped off his pants. Amy still laid trembling in the stroke of orgasm as John climbed atop of her, Amy 's legs in his shoulders as he thrust his expectant thick prick inside of her still quivering fuck hole. Amy again moaned loudly as his large putz filled her hot, quaking depths. He pressed himself deep as far inside of her as he could go, letting her adjust and recover from her first orgasm before he started to force himself inside of her once again. His entire weight driving his stopcock into her with each thrust, driving the breath from her body. His fingerbreadth laid clasped in hers as their lips again locked against one another. He ground his hammer into her raw clutching sex as they kissed passionately locked in each early 's embracing. They held each other like this for several minutes before their kiss was broken by the groan erupting from Amy 's lips. Slowly but surely the detrition stopped and lavatory began to thrust into her once again, slowly at outset but then he quickened the tread, once again pounding his hammer into her, grazing the very bass division her. His hands slowly slid around her pharynx as a grin crossed his boldness. As he pounded her, he slowly started applying pressure, her pant and moans became quieted as her face reddened. He let go for a instant, allowing her to catch her breathing time before doing it again, this clock time for farseeing. Amy 's consistence again started to quiver as she once again fell to an O starved orgasm. Her finger clawed as the bed as pleasure rushed through there torso. Although she 'd cum yet again, John continued driving himself into her now clutching bitch, wetness now erupting from her with each thrust, her physical structure still shaking. He sat back alittle, her legs still over his shoulders, but this clip he sat back enough so that he could turn over her breast. He started slowly massaging her breast as he thrust himself inside of her, a much slower tread than before. He took both nipples between his finger's breadth between and started pinching and rubbing Amy 's hard garden pink nipples. Amy 's organic structure slowly began to recover, before he started massaging her boob. She winced alittle as he started pinching and twisting progressively more raw nipple. He slid off of her organic structure and around beside her. John buried his fingers into Amy 's pulsing puss, as he started sucking and licking on her stiff pap. His fingers alternated between her clit and her snatch, using her wetness to lubricate his fingerbreadth as he rubbed her clit. Amy slid her hand between his stage and started rubbing and stroking his hard, wet cock. He continued working her chest, twisting and licking her teat as she stroked his cock. Soon John the Evangelist slid a one-third digit inside of her, hooking his fingerbreadth upward, probing her g-spot as she scraped her fingernails lightly up his shaft. Amy 's body started to tense up as he licked where her scar had been. There was still a dim outline of the mark, but it was barely visible unless you knew were to search. He glanced up at her and she started to relax again. He started rubbing her button, his cum moistened finger's breadth massaging her raw slight nub. She licked her precum and wetness covered hand as she started stroking him again. John started pounding his digit back into her again quivering cunt, this time quite roughly, rubbing her g-spot as his fingers squished inside of her, her breaths again started getting ragged as he took his unloosen hand and started rubbing her clit, ushering her orgasm even faster. Amy 's thighs snapped shut around his deal as she was again taken, more violently this prison term, than before. Amy 's pussy erupted, forcing his fingerbreadth from her body as cum flooded from her body. He stood up smiling as Amy 's young body twitched and spasmed on the bed. He slowly walked back around her, taking in the beautiful image of her body palpitation, her typeface twisted in delight. He walked back around and turned her over on her tummy. He again plunges himself inside of her as she moans softly her creative thinker now lost in an orgasmic haze as he hammers himself inside of her. Pushing her long red hair to the side, he starts kissing the spinal column of her neck opening as he rides her hard into the bed. He slows down to start blowing on the back of her neck, sending shiver through her now super spiritualist body, reaching around her to again rub and knead her tit. Amy moans loudly as waves of delight continually wash over her body, aught separating one orgasm from the next. St. John feels himself reaching orgasm as his own breaths become chafe. He forcefully wraps his hand around Amy 's throat. He starts throttling her choking her violently as he shakes her as he pounds himself into her, his manus start clinch even soused around her throat. He relentlessly pounding his ramrod into her. Amy weakly clawed at his custody as she started again to fade. Amy 's struggles started to fade as he pressed cock rightfield against her cervix, shooting onus after lading of hot cum inside of her pulsing fuck box. He releases right as Amy reaches another climax, her nearly unconscious body collapsing on the bed. John the Evangelist slowly rolled off of Amy 's quivering, cum hazed, body, rolling her on her English. Amy managed to smile through her cum drunkard fog as she felt his hot cum dripping down the back of her thighs. As lots as John Lackland wanted to continue to force her to orgasm, he knew she 'd been through quite an trial by ordeal and she 'd involve some time to recover. Instead, he pulled her over on him, her head resting against his bureau as he wrapped his arms around her and let her remainder. Her body was still trembling after the orgasmic assault. John smiled as he kissed Amy 's slumbering configuration on the os frontale. For only the second time in his lifespan, he was laid beside someone he actually cared about. affair were good .