Amy woke up in a small motel room, she looked around the room. It was modestly furnished. She was still quite sore from the premature mean solar day ravishment, but it was more like a dull pain than anything else. Her eyes darted around the elbow room. The finis thing she remembered was ... Amy immediately started moving around, one-half expecting to have got been bound in some way, but she was n't. She rolled out the bed and on to her substructure. She was wearing baggy exertion pants and a poor try-on tank top.

"Hello ! ?"Amy called out. There was n't too much space for someone to be hiding or anything. She checked the door. It was locked, the nob for the perfectly bolt of lightning 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 worst share of townspeople she could possibly be in. Suddenly being locked in did n't appear so bad. She looked around for her handbag. It was there, along with her ID and some meds. She went ahead and took her pills before turning on the TV. The one thing she was missing from her purse was her cellphone. She glanced over at the motel phone, but she did n't see the electric cord connecting it to the wall. Amy sighed and decided she 'd give to expect for her new captor before she could do anything.

******

Several hours passed before she heard a key turning in the doorway. In walked a arduous set black man, the same one who almost killed her. The Saame one who killed her attackers and apparently the like one who had brought her here.

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

"Yeah, it 's me ... kinda."The man replied. He looked a lot dissimilar than the man she 'd met several month before. Mostly it was something about his demeanor that changed, something in his heart. He put down respective large bags before handing Amy a pair of slings and a bracing for her handwriting."How are you feeling ?"St. John asked, putting several matter in the mini-fridge.

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

"I 'm distressing it took so long for me to get there, I did n't agnize 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, stop. It does topic. I 've seen your scratch. I saw what they did to you. It does matter."John the Divine said, pressing Amy to be honest with him.

"I ... I just mean you do n't need to be no-count ..."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 have survived any of it."

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

The body of water felt skillful, cascading down Amy 's bruised and battered dead body. 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 deal had been reset, but she could still see the puncture mark of when Miko stepped on her hand with those stiletto heels. Her mind drifted to the stopping point she 'd seen of Miko, her laying on the ground, impaled on a bottle as she crawled out of the lavatory. She saw the looking at on John 's face. It was n't the same as what she 'd expected. It was n't like the look on her male parent 's face or the look on her ex-husband 's face. It was different. There was no ire, no null. It was just moth-eaten, emotionless. She thought about her cousin and how something very standardized had been done to her at a very untested age. Was he thinking about that when he did impaled Miko like that ? Amy wondered. The lack of dry cum inside of her told her that King 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 first fourth dimension he 'd killed. But she did have got a trump out notice. Something she knew would save him from killing her, assuming he even would. Confident that she 'd run everything out, she sat back and enjoyed her shower.

privy listened to the sound of the shower starting and sat back, watching the TV. family line Guy was on. He chuckled at the irony, considering the beginning time they 'd met, they were watching Family Guy. He glanced over at her purse and tossed her cellphone phone back inside. He had been tempted to count 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 pour down. What was really going on in her fountainhead. He could n't avail but remember the auditory sensation of Amy breaking down when she thought he was going to kill her. He 'd dangle speck, hoping she 'd enchant on. Hoping that she would n't be so scared, but until she said is figure, she did n't know whether she 'd caught on or not. He did get it on one thing, things where not condom for Amy out there, not by a long slam. Having given up all hopes of finding her through traditional means, he 'd come down here to track her down after they 'd lost touch. He knew there was one person who might know where she was, but he needed to be smart about it. Fortunately Amy 's first cousin, Lia, had kept his gens out of the whole situation so there was no want for him to occupy. He knew who was after Amy, and that someone did n't bed him, so he was in a pretty good spot when he finally got down there. He 'd talked to his begetter about surviving in the streets, his Father-God having been homeless for several yr. He took his supply of prescription contraceptive pill down with him to serve granary favors until he 'd flummox where he wanted to go. Unfortunately the guy did n't have a go at it much, but since he was already down there and was to some degree contribution of that earth, he decided to work out with them and garner more trust and favors til the clock time that he needed to strickle. He 'd done a few contract killings, his chief MO was mostly using bomb and radiocommunication controlled cars, but something about this world appealed to him. It felt almost instinctive. The sorry parts of him were starting to designate and the people in that existence liked what they saw.

His thoughts were interrupted as Amy exited the lav, looking a view better than when she 'd entered.

"Okay, why am I here ?"Amy asked staring at Gospel According to John as he sat on the bed.

"I brought you here cause I wanted you to be safe and I did n't know 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 death 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 formula. I figured if I 'd done that earlier, perhaps I could 've ...."St. John the Apostle trailed off. Amy looked at him confused, obviously something was bothering him, usually he was pretty forthcoming about his feelings."It does n't weigh. Is n't that what you 'd say. I came down, I found you, you 're okay. 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 have it off why you 'd be surprised. I 've told you how very much I care about you."bathroom said, looking away.

"But ..."

"Yeah, I know ... but still. You where here for me, now I 'm here for you. Perhaps we should will it at that."John said, starting to feel 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 smile, trying to get things back go some color of normalcy.

"Yeah, and you were supposed to actually"try"and calculate good this time."John joked, commenting on the maiden fourth dimension they 'd met.

"Well unless you have some clothes 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 seem bad now."toilet smiled looking at the loose fitting travail pants, a flimsy prominence started to constitute in his trouser, thinking about how easy it would be to ask them off. He glanced up at the top. The English of her breast were clearly visible. She was wearing his clothes which obviously did n't fit her very well. The bulge did n't escape Amy 's poster. A smile crossed her face.

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

"Actually I was kinda thinking you owed me for saving your life, blueberry bush pancakes would be the to the lowest degree I could get."

"I saved your lifetime if you remember correctly."

"Yes I do remember."trick smiled."But I still think I 'm saving your life. You 've never seen me try to name flannel cake from scratch."he joked as he stood up."I also distinctly think back mortal thinking that they could take me."he said pushing Amy slightly.

"Well, considering."Amy said, glancing at her broken hand."I think I 'll have to take away a rain check on that one."

"What if it was n't up to you."John continued, pushing her lightly again, she stumbled back even further."That could 've all been an rarify program to soften you up, so I could take you ... well, I suppose if it was actually a program I would n't have killed anyone, but whatever."lav said taking a few steps forward. Unfortunately his mentioning of that killed any intellection Amy had of engaging in this arousal. John could see it in her fount as her facial expression changed.

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

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

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

"Yeah, I know. I murdered them. They hurt somebody I cared about, they were going to hurt you even more ... so I killed them. kick and simple. I do n't feel any kind of way about it. They were frightening multitude 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 leave with you."John the Divine said, as though it was n't a big deal. Amy pulled her hands away. She could n't divvy up with this not right now. The man before her just killed two people with no signs of remorse at all. Just snuffed them out like they were nothing and did n't feel anything. Atleast her Church Father was crazy, atleast her ex-husband was angry. 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 bulwark. Her eye locked on to his."And if I did n't construct 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 dead. Amy, what 's wrong ?"John said taking a step closer. He could smell the apprehension, maybe even a steer of fear. Something inside of him started to churn."Oh, you think I would 've killed you. That 's what you think, you think I 'm just some form of ..."John the Evangelist 's eyes turn frigid"... monster."he says taking yet another step towards Amy. Amy took a deep breath. I 've been through worse, it 'll be okay. She thought to herself, trying to chill out herself down.

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

"fountainhead ..."John 's eye soften again."... you 're awry. I 'm not a monster. I 'm just a person, protecting someone he cares about."he continues, cradling Amy 's face in his hands, tilting it upward towards his. Her lips part slightly as his lips pressed against hers. Amy runs her hands through is whisker, as his arms wrap around her waist. This is n't how either of them had thought things would go when they 'd planned their get together. Infact their meeting was to be closer to the attack Amy had experienced that previous night than to what was happening now, but somehow what was happening felt ... right. Amy 's physical structure melted in is arms as their spit danced in each others rima oris. He lifted her off the solid ground, her legs wrapped as her body as he walked her to the bed. Amy bounced roughly as John tossed her onto the bed. Quickly sliding her knickers down, he pressed his face between her thighs. Normally this was not Amy 's thing, more used to getting and being used for pleasure 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 commodity for individual to actually be sonant and caring towards her. She sat up at first before her shoulders told her it was better for her to lay back. His thickset beard tickled the inside of her thigh as his glossa entered her, his nose pressed against her clit as he licked and slurped between her thighs. Slowly but surely her eubstance started to respond as her breathing got ragged and her snatch started to dampen. He takes his fingers and starts rubbing and pinching her clit. His tongue buried inside of her as he vigorously rubbed her button. Amy 's second joint start to tremble as waves of pleasure start to launder over her. She starts gripping the edge of the bed, her wetness now freely flowing from her physical structure as her peg curl around his spine, keeping his case locked between her thigh. 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 sensitive piddling nub with his tongue. She bucked and grinded her crotch into his face, her legs quaking as she fell to orgasm.

John the Divine hungrily slurped her free people flowing wetness as he stripped off his gasp. Amy still laid trembling in the throw of coming as St. John climbed atop of her, Amy 's peg in his berm as he thrust his large thick stopcock inside of her still quivering fuck mess. Amy again moaned loudly as his vauntingly peter 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 starting time orgasm before he started to thrust himself inside of her once again. His entire weighting driving his shaft into her with each thrust, driving the breath from her body. His finger's breadth laid clasped in hers as their backtalk again locked against one another. He ground his dick into her sensitive clutching sex as they kissed passionately locked in each other 's embracement. They held each other like this for several minutes before their kiss was broken by the moan erupting from Amy 's lips. Slowly but surely the detrition stopped and John began to thrust into her once again, slowly at first but then he quickened the step, once again pounding his cock into her, grazing the very mysterious parts her. His bridge player slowly slid around her throat as a smile crossed his face. As he pounded her, he slowly started applying imperativeness, her gasps and groan became calm down as her cheek reddened. He let go for a mo, allowing her to catch her breather before doing it again, this time for longer. Amy 's body again started to quiver as she once again fell to an oxygen starved orgasm. Her finger's breadth clawed as the bed as pleasure rushed through there body. Although she 'd cum yet again, Saint John continued driving himself into her now clutching cunt, wetness now erupting from her with each poking, her body still shaking. He sat back alittle, her legs still over his shoulders, but this metre he sat back enough so that he could reach her titty. He started slowly massaging her breast as he thrust himself inside of her, a much slower pace than before. He took both mamilla between his fingers between and started pinching and rubbing Amy 's hard pinko nipples. Amy 's consistence slowly began to recover, before he started massaging her bosom. She winced alittle as he started pinching and twisting progressively more sensitive nipples. He slid off of her torso and around beside her. St. John the Apostle buried his fingers into Amy 's pulsation snatch, as he started sucking and licking on her stiff nipples. His fingerbreadth alternated between her button and her cunt, using her wetness to lubricate his fingers as he rubbed her button. Amy slid her hand between his legs and started rubbing and stroking his hard, wet cock. He continued working her chest, twisting and licking her nipple as she stroked his stopcock. Soon John slid a third finger inside of her, hooking his digit 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 shadowy lineation of the cicatrix, but it was barely visible unless you knew were to look. He glanced up at her and she started to relax again. He started rubbing her clit, his cum moistened digit massaging her sensitive piffling nub. She licked her precum and wetness overcompensate helping hand as she started stroking him again. John started pounding his fingers back into her again quivering pussy, this time quite roughly, rubbing her g-spot as his digit squished inside of her, her breathing space again started getting ragged as he took his complimentary hand and started rubbing her clit, ushering her orgasm even faster. Amy 's second joint snapped shut around his manus as she was again taken, more violently this meter, than before. Amy 's cunt erupted, forcing his finger from her soundbox as cum flooded from her body. He stood up smiling as Amy 's young dead body twitched and spasmed on the bed. He slowly walked back around her, taking in the beautiful image of her body trembling, her face twisted in delight. He walked back around and turned her over on her breadbasket. He again plunges himself inside of her as she moans softly her mind now lost in an orgasmic daze as he hammers himself inside of her. Pushing her long red hair to the position, he starts kissing the back of her neck opening as he rides her laborious into the bed. He slows down to start blowing on the cover of her neck, sending frisson through her now ace tender body, reaching around her to again rub and massage her breast. Amy moans loudly as waves of pleasure continually wash over her body, nothing separating one orgasm from the adjacent. King John feels himself reaching orgasm as his own intimation become ragged. 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 hands start clinch even loaded around her throat. He relentlessly hammering his ramrod into her. Amy weakly clawed at his hands as she started again to fade. Amy 's struggle started to fleet as he pressed cock right against her cervix, shooting load after burden of hot cum inside of her pulsing fuck box. He releases in good order as Amy reaches another coming, her nearly unconscious body collapsing on the bed. privy slowly rolled off of Amy 's shakiness, cum hazed, dead body, rolling her on her side. Amy managed to smile through her cum inebriate haze as she felt his hot cum dripping down the rachis of her second joint. As much as John the Divine wanted to continue to force her to orgasm, he knew she 'd been through quite an ordeal and she 'd need some metre to recover. Instead, he pulled her over on him, her head resting against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and let her rest. Her dead body was still trembling after the orgasmic assault. St. John the Apostle smiled as he kissed Amy 's slumbering strain on the forehead. For only the second time in his life, he was laid beside mortal he actually cared about. thing were good .