Amy woke up in a little motel room, she looked around the room. It was modestly furnished. She was still quite sore from the old days assault, but it was more like a dull pain than anything else. Her eyes darted around the way. The shoemaker's last thing she remembered was ... Amy immediately started moving around, half expecting to ingest been bound in some way, but she was n't. She rolled out the bed and on to her feet. She was wearing sloppy sweat pant and a poor fitting tank top.

"Hello ! ?"Amy called out. There was n't too lots place for somebody to be hiding or anything. She checked the door. It was locked, the nob for the dead dash had been screwed off. She went into the dresser beside the bed. Atleast I 'll be able to find out where I am. She thought to herself. After searching through everything, she realized that she was in the whip part of town she could possibly be in. Suddenly being locked in did n't appear so bad. She looked around for her purse. It was there, along with her ID and some MEd. She went ahead and took her tablet before turning on the TV. The one matter she was missing from her purse was her mobile phone. She glanced over at the motel telephone, but she did n't see the cord connecting it to the paries. Amy sighed and decided she 'd have to wait for her new capturer before she could do anything.

******

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

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

"Yeah, it 's me ... kinda."The man replied. He looked a lot different than the man she 'd met several months before. Mostly it was something about his behavior that changed, something in his eyes. He put down various large old bag before handing Amy a couple of slings and a couplet for her hand."How are you feeling ?"St. John asked, putting respective thing in the mini-fridge.

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

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

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

"Amy, stop. It does subject. I 've seen your scars. I saw what they did to you. It does matter."St. John the Apostle said, pressing Amy to be honest with him.

"I ... I just mean you do n't need to be sorry ..."Amy said looking away."I 've survived worse."she continued. Saint 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 on a shower."Amy said standing up."Alone ..."John nodded. He 'd had no intention of joining her despite various conversations they 'd had over the time they 'd known each early. Not that he did n't require to, it just was n't the time.

The water felt in effect, cascading down Amy 's bruised and battered eubstance. It was quite was in quite a bit of soreness washing herself, her coat of arms constantly feeling like they were going to pop out of the sockets at any moment. Apparently the os in her mitt had been reset, but she could still see the puncture mark of when Miko stepped on her bridge player with those stiletto hound. Her mind drifted to the last she 'd seen of Miko, her laying on the undercoat, impaled on a feeding bottle as she crawled out of the bathroom. She saw the face on John 's face. It was n't the same as what she 'd expected. It was n't like the look on her founder 's face or the look 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 like had been done to her at a very young age. Was he thinking about that when he did transfix Miko like that ? Amy wondered. The lack of dried cum inside of her told her that 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 time he 'd killed. But she did feature a ruff card. Something she knew would keep him from killing her, assuming he even would. Confident that she 'd worked everything out, she sat back and enjoyed her shower.

John listened to the audio of the rain shower starting and sat back, watching the TV. folk Guy was on. He chuckled at the sarcasm, considering the commencement fourth dimension they 'd met, they were watching crime syndicate Guy. He glanced over at her purse and tossed her mobile phone phone back inside. He had been tempted to look for information on her cellular phone, but he decided against it. Instead he wondered how long would she be willing to stay before she 'd want to get household. What she thought of him, having seen him belt down. What was really going on in her question. He could n't help oneself but think back the sound of Amy breaking down when she thought he was going to kill her. He 'd dropped hints, hoping she 'd entrance on. Hoping that she would n't be so pit, but until she said is epithet, she did n't have intercourse whether she 'd caught on or not. He did know one thing, thing where not safety for Amy out there, not by a long shot. Having given up all hope of finding her through traditional substance, he 'd come down here to track 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 first cousin, Lia, had kept his epithet out of the whole situation so there was no need for him to care. He knew who was after Amy, and that somebody did n't know him, so he was in a pretty goodness lieu when he finally got down there. He 'd talked to his father about surviving in the streets, his Church Father having been homeless for several age. He took his supplying of prescription birth control pill down with him to serve garner favour until he 'd generate 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 part of that earthly concern, he decided to work with them and garner Sir Thomas More trust and favors til the metre that he needed to collide with. He 'd done a few contract killings, his briny MO was mostly using bombs and radio controlled cars, but something about this world appealed to him. It felt almost instinctive. The dark percentage of him were starting to designate and the people in that Earth liked what they saw.

His thought process were interrupted as Amy exited the bathroom, looking a sight better than when she 'd entered.

"Okay, why am I here ?"Amy asked staring at 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."Gospel According to John said, looking back up at her.

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

"Actually it was the shoemaker's last matter you said before you fell out."John chuckled."I did n't heed 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 intellectual, of being normal. I figured if I 'd done that earlier, perhaps I could 've ...."John Lackland trailed off. Amy looked at him confused, obviously something was bothering him, usually he was pretty forthcoming about his tactual sensation."It does n't weigh. Is n't that what you 'd say. I came down, I found you, you 're all right. 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 lie with why you 'd be surprised. I 've told you how often I care about you."St. John the Apostle said, looking away.

"But ..."

"Yeah, I know ... but still. You where here for me, now I 'm here for you. Perhaps we should go forth 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 kickshaw when you came back down."Amy said with a smile, trying to get matter back go some semblance of normalcy.

"Yeah, and you were supposed to actually"try"and look good this time."trick joked, commenting on the inaugural sentence they 'd met.

"Well unless you have some clothes for me and would be willing to wait for a few, I guess you 're sort of out of luck."

"To be honest, you do n't bet bad now."John smiled looking at the loosen fitting sudor bloomers, a thin bulge started to forge in his pants, thinking about how easy it would be to take them off. He glanced up at the top. The sides of her chest were clearly visible. She was wearing his wearing apparel which obviously did n't fit her very well. The excrescence did n't escape Amy 's posting. A smile crossed her face.

"I bet I know what you 're thinking ... I ca n't pull up stakes until you get some blueberry pancakes."

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

"I saved your sprightliness if you remember correctly."

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

"Well, considering."Amy said, glancing at her snap off hired man."I think I 'll have to choose a rain check on that one."

"What if it was n't up to you."whoremaster continued, pushing her lightly again, she stumbled back even further."That could 've all been an elaborate design to dampen you up, so I could contract you ... well, I suppose if it was actually a plan I would n't give birth killed anyone, but whatever."John said taking a few steps forward. Unfortunately his mentioning of that killed any opinion Amy had of engaging in this arousal. whoremonger 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 soul 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 hands. He could feel them shaking slightly. Amy winced slightly as he squeezed her injured 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 wound you even more ... so I killed them. quetch and simple. I do n't finger any kind of way about it. They were terrible people and if I did n't drink down them ... they just would 've done it to someone else. Anyways, it 's not like they would 've let me forget with you."John said, as though it was n't a big pot. Amy pulled her work force away. She could n't deal 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 find anything. Atleast her Church Father was screwball, atleast her ex-husband was wild. Him he was n't either. It was more of a subject 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 oculus locked on to his."And if I did n't give 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 incorrectly ?"John the Divine said taking a gradation closer. He could smell the apprehension, maybe even a mite of care. 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 kind of ..."Saint John the Apostle 's eyes turn frigid"... monster."he says taking yet another tone towards Amy. Amy took a deep breath. I 've been through worse, it 'll be all right. She thought to herself, trying to tranquillize herself down.

"I do n't lie with 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."

"well ..."can 's eyes soften again."... you 're legal injury. I 'm not a monster. I 'm just a someone, protecting person he cares about."he continues, cradling Amy 's fount in his hired hand, tilting it upward towards his. Her lips part slightly as his lips pressed against hers. Amy runs her hands through is hair, as his arms wrap around her waist. This is n't how either of them had thought matter would go when they 'd planned their meeting. Infact their confluence was to be snug to the attack Amy had experienced that previous dark than to what was happening now, but somehow what was happening felt ... right. Amy 's body melted in is weaponry as their tongues danced in each others mouths. He lifted her off the undercoat, 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 pants down, he pressed his grimace between her thighs. Normally this was not Amy 's affair, 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 old day, it felt good for soul to actually be voiced and caring towards her. She sat up at first gear before her shoulders told her it was better for her to lay back. His blockheaded byssus tickled the inside of her second joint as his natural language entered her, his nozzle pressed against her clitoris as he licked and slurped between her thighs. Slowly but surely her body started to respond as her breathing got have words and her cunt started to dampen. He takes his finger and starts rubbing and pinching her clit. His natural language buried inside of her as he vigorously rubbed her clit. Amy 's second joint start to tremble as waves of pleasure start to wash away over her. She starts gripping the edge of the bed, her wetness now freely flowing from her body as her legs ringlet around his back, keeping his face locked between her second joint. Amy moaned loudly as he continued his oral examination assault, before switching it up a bit, his sass now on her clit as he licked and sucked it into his back talk, keeping the suction going as he flicked her sensitive little nub with his tongue. She bucked and grinded her genital organ into his face, her legs quaking as she fell to orgasm.

lav hungrily slurped her free flowing wetness as he stripped off his bloomers. Amy still laid trembling in the cam stroke of orgasm as John climbed atop of her, Amy 's pegleg in his shoulder as he thrust his large thick prick inside of her still quivering fuck hole. Amy again moaned loudly as his vauntingly cock 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 sexual climax before he started to force himself inside of her once again. His full weight unit driving his cock into her with each thrust, driving the breathing spell from her eubstance. His fingerbreadth laid clasped in hers as their lips again locked against one another. He ground his cock into her sensible clutching sex as they kissed passionately locked in each other 's bosom. They held each other like this for several minute of arc before their kiss was broken by the moans erupting from Amy 's back talk. Slowly but surely the attrition stopped and John began to force into her once again, slowly at first but then he quickened the stride, once again pounding his cock into her, grazing the very deepest parts her. His hands slowly slid around her throat as a smile crossed his face. As he pounded her, he slowly started applying pressure, her gasps and groan became quieted as her font reddened. He let go for a moment, allowing her to captivate her breath before doing it again, this meter for longer. Amy 's trunk again started to quiver as she once again fell to an atomic number 8 starved orgasm. Her finger clawed as the bed as joy rushed through there body. Although she 'd cum yet again, John continued driving himself into her now clutching cunt, wetness now erupting from her with each thrust, her organic structure still shaking. He sat back alittle, her legs still over his articulatio humeri, but this time he sat back enough so that he could pass on her white meat. He started slowly massaging her breast as he thrust himself inside of her, a much dim yard than before. He took both nipples between his fingers between and started pinching and rubbing Amy 's voiceless pink nipple. Amy 's trunk slowly began to recover, before he started massaging her breast. She winced alittle as he started pinching and twisting progressively more medium nipples. He slid off of her torso and around beside her. whoremaster buried his fingers into Amy 's pulsing slit, as he started sucking and licking on her stiff nipples. His digit alternated between her clit and her cunt, using her wetness to lubricate his fingers as he rubbed her clitoris. Amy slid her manus between his legs and started rubbing and stroking his hard, wet cock. He continued working her tit, twisting and licking her nipple as she stroked his putz. Soon John slid a tertiary finger inside of her, hooking his fingers upward, probing her g-spot as she scraped her fingernails lightly up his shaft. Amy 's dead body started to tense up as he licked where her scar had been. There was still a conk outline of the mark, but it was barely seeable unless you knew were to look. He glanced up at her and she started to loose again. He started rubbing her clitoris, his cum moistened fingers massaging her sensitive piddling nub. She licked her precum and wetness covered hand as she started stroking him again. whoremaster started pounding his fingers back into her again quivering cunt, this time quite roughly, rubbing her g-spot as his finger's breadth squished inside of her, her breaths again started getting ragged as he took his rid bridge player and started rubbing her clit, ushering her orgasm even faster. Amy 's thigh snapped shut around his handwriting as she was again taken, more violently this metre, than before. Amy 's bitch erupted, forcing his fingers from her soundbox as cum flooded from her dead 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 figure of speech of her body quiver, her face twisted in pleasure. He walked back around and turned her over on her breadbasket. He again plunges himself inside of her as she moans softly her idea now lost in an orgasmic haze as he hammers himself inside of her. Pushing her long red hair to the position, he starts kissing the back of her neck as he rides her hard into the bed. He slows down to start blowing on the back of her neck, sending chills through her now super sensitive body, reaching around her to again rub and massage her chest. Amy moans loudly as waving of delight continually wash over her eubstance, goose egg separating one orgasm from the succeeding. John feels himself reaching orgasm as his own breaths 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 hired hand start clinch even tighter around her throat. He relentlessly hammers his ramrod into her. Amy weakly clawed at his hand as she started again to wither. Amy 's battle started to evanesce as he pressed cock right against her cervix, shooting lode after lading of hot cum inside of her pulsing hump box. He releases properly as Amy reaches another orgasm, her nearly unconscious body collapsing on the bed. John slowly rolled off of Amy 's shaking, cum hazed, body, rolling her on her side of meat. Amy managed to smile through her cum drunk haze as she felt his hot cum dripping down the spine of her second joint. As much as John wanted to continue to force her to orgasm, he knew she 'd been through quite an trial by ordeal and she 'd demand some fourth dimension to retrieve. Instead, he pulled her over on him, her fountainhead resting against his chest as he wrapped his implements of war around her and let her rest. Her body was still trembling after the orgasmic assault. lav smiled as he kissed Amy 's slumbering physique on the os frontale. For only the second fourth dimension in his spirit, he was laid beside someone he actually cared about. affair were good .