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🕑 Added 2023-11-16 12:18:04 +0000 UTCTitle: Filling The Tank (Lewd)
Things start making sense for Balalaika when she recalls her initial meeting with Nik and Ray. They are ‘different’ and enigmas, but if they were so powerful, Ray wouldn’t have been a nervous wreck while Nik handling a bar filled with her men with words alone. It’s insightful since the woman realizes these individuals are still men—people.
Influential men and women across the globe are getting more interested than scared by recent revelations. They want to learn the secrets of such power. The War Vet is the same as the rest, curious about the new thing that fell in her lap - her city. She wants to know about their origins, goals, and what they can offer her in return for whatever she possesses.
“Usually, it’d be a paid night,” she licks rosy lips, making true of her promise as she bites the flesh near his collarbone while keeping him pinned against the wall. She licks his blood, blowing hotly against his jaw, whispering, “And none of them would get these services.” She feels hotter by the second, her chest tightening with frustration as her cunt positively drips like a faucet in need of a stiff, firm wrench to squeeze its kinks out. Her breath catches in her throat as Nik returns the favor by squeezing her buttocks, rolling her skirt up, and enjoying the texture of her stocking-clad ass.
“A word of friendly advice,” he lets go of her left cheek to have his hand firmly wrapped around her thick, blonde locks, tugging her head back and staring into her eyes. “My blood is the last thing you should consume.”
“Is it any worse than other poisons in my life?” She grunts with a smirk, squeezing his cock tighter as she leans into his face, not needing to stand on her toes since she’s almost as tall as him.
“It is,” Nik solemnly whispers. “It’s me.” He leans down on her lips, centimeters away from her, and slowly pulls back, drifting down on her exposed neck instead. “May I?” His warm breath dampens the scar on her neck as her hand continues stroking his mast. “You would ask me if you may spoil one of the worst incidents of my life?” She chuckles throatily. “I should shoot you for your audacity.”
“Got it,” he tenderly pecks her scar. His hold around her hair loosens, only for the woman to jab her long index nail into his flesh from her other hand until he tightens his grip around her voluminous bangs. He effortlessly supports her weight when she slides a knee up his thighs, allowing him to continue peppering his neck with kisses and bites. Her illicit hand lets go of his fat cock and coils around his neck. Instead, she rubs her wet crotch against his erection, groaning erotically.
“Want to make things interesting?” she questions while meeting his eyes.
“How?” Nik lets go of her as Balalaika giggles softly. She slips out of her unbuttoned shirt and undoes her skirt, letting herself stand in her pink underwear and dark stockings before turning her back to Nik and walking to her table. Her swaying buttocks readily provide a good view as she bends over instead of moving around the table. He stares at the wet patch betwixt her thighs, her ass swaying further until she’s bending over on the balls of her toes.
“There,” she coos before standing straight, cupping a revolver between her breasts and smiling rather coyly. Leaning on her table, she appraises Nik, her gaze lingering on his free mast and sculpted muscles.
“Have you ever played roulette with a woman?” She splits it open and slides a single bullet in the chamber before putting it back in place and cocking it. “Or do you need me to explain the rules?”
“I can’t call Boris to explain them to me, can I?” He smiles while using all three brain cells to send messages to his ‘friends’—Smexy-succu-succu. Accu-mulet, and Lava-Head.
Ray doesn’t answer since she must be sleeping. As for the rest?
[Accu-mulet: Kindly reserve this channel for trade discussions only.]
[Lava-Head: Roulette with a revolver? That’s Russian Roulette. It’s a great idea, Buddy! Let’s play it when we meet the next time. It’s essentially a game of chance where one of us will eventually shoot ourselves.]
[Nut-Cracking-Messiah: Got it.]
He crosses his arms and stares at Balalaika, “I don’t suppose your paid relief got such honor.”
“Why would they?” She picks up an already-lit cigar, taking a short drag before exhaling hotly. “They never had the nerve to steal my gun.” Her eyes glimmer dangerously. “I thought of putting a bullet in your head that day. Care to give it a shot?”
“And I remember asking your real name,” Nik tilts his head, smirking. “Would you honor me that much after the game?”
“Survive it, and you’ll be enjoying much more,” she lets the revolver hang from her index finger until Nik walks upto her and accepts it. Instead of moving away, he stays close to her. His hand strokes the scar covering her right eye while he cocks the gun and places it against his head.
“That day,” he cups her cheek. “I told the truth. I didn’t poison your men. It was much worse.” Bloodbending is worse than many poisons in the world.
“I don’t care,” she pecks his jaw, closing her eyes. “You owe me my gun and a bullet.”
*Click*
She sharply exhales once Nik pulls the trigger—four rounds remain. Then she feels the revolver against her head and his hot whisper in her ear, “Want me to give it back?” With her eyes still closed, she feels a pair of lips overlap hers while the demeaning hand tenderly stroking her face slides down to her chest, pushing her bra up and groping her scarred bust. His soothing scent assails her senses while her heartbeat skyrockets with every passing second.
Her eyes snap wide open when Nik removes the gun from her head and instead plants it on himself. She opens her lips to say something. Instead, he sneaks his tongue inside while staring into her eyes.
*Click*
She moans into his lips, almost feeling the excitement melt her. Oh, she’s honest about her preferences. Usually, she just needs a good fuck, and that’s it. Once or twice every quarter keeps her nerves calm. But using this ‘toy’ is also exhilarating.
“Hah~!” She pants softly, feeling Nik pinch and play with her nipples.
“What’re you gonna do when I blow my head off?” He licks her lips. “You’re soaking, you maniacal slut.”
She giggles, huffing, “Have your corpse cleaned up and find another strapping boy. But he would never get to touch me like you’re doing now.”
“Like this?” He teasingly tugs her left nipple before bringing his hand between her thighs and massaging her juicy lips.
“Da,” she whispers, bringing both of her hands to stroke his cock while he keeps the gun trailing on his head.
“My turn,” she whispers as Nik pulls the trigger yet again on himself.
She shakes her head, cooing, “Do you want me dead that much?”
“How else would you get what you want?” Nik bites her bottom lip, pulling the trigger again.
Only one round remains, the deciding round.
She sharply inhales when Nik jabs the barrel of the revolver under her jaw. Her head tilts upward while her thighs shudder with need. Her moans turn every bit sweeter and louder. Balalaika’s thighs clamp against Nik’s hand as she feels herself falling over the edge. His tender pecks work wonders when his other hand has a gun under her chin. She mewls, “A little to the left, boy.”
Her hips swing into his hand, letting him rub her erotic clit easily felt through her panties and stocking. But Balalaika focuses on the moment, moaning, “Shoot me to kill. Right at the center, yes~!” She gasps when she feels the gun precisely between her chin and neck.
Her hands stroke Nik swiftly as her entire body shudders for the umpteenth time. She doesn’t want to burst yet.
“Are you sure?” Nik questions. “You’ll die.”
“I’m already dead,” she grins uncaringly, closing her eyes. “What’s another one.”
“You will lose everything,” Nik presses the gun into her flesh. He notices slight hesitation from Balalaika as her movements slow down, and she almost climaxes.
“And I will have nothing holding me to the past,” she whispers. “I’ll have nothing. I’ll be free.”
And Mokshi almost climaxes at THAT!
*Click*
She gasps with eyes wide open, her juices spilling on Nik’s roguish hands as she melts into him with a dazed look. Her moans stifle, and her body quakes as she explosively orgasms with confusion filtering her gaze.
“You’re dead,” she hears him whisper. “But not yet Free, I’m afraid. And not yet mine.”
She exhales, dryly gulping while slowly looking at Nik and the revolver in his hand. Smilingly, he flicks it open before turning the firearm over, letting the bullet fall from the chamber. She stares at the ammunition on her floor for a long while until the spilled juices pool under their feet. The woman exhales softly, recollecting her nerves before smiling at Nik.
“Sofia,” she licks her bottom lip. “That’s the name you’re looking for. But both Sofia and Balalaika are dead.”
“Lucky you,” he snickers. “You got a third chance at life.”
“I’m going to ruin that chance,” she brings her hand to her crotch, tearing her stocking away and sliding the fabric of her panties to reveal a slightly abused and scarred crotch. “I’m a horrible bitch who wants to hurt everyone, boy.”
Nik stares at the connecting spot. His gaze momentarily darkens at the torturous marks left on her body, but he isn’t naive enough to believe that Sofia was ever a damsel in distress.
“Scared?” She whispers. “Those scars bite… Nik.”
He exhales a chuckle, staring into her eyes. “I’ll have them look after me. Nothing a woman like you cannot achieve.”
“I don’t do breakfasts,” she smirks.
“Oh,” he leans forward, stealing a kiss, “I’ll settle for you not shooting me while I’m asleep. Da?”
She smirks, overlapping his lips with hers while sitting on the table, “Da.”
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She feels hot and bothered despite a release. It’s not like before when she hires someone for her relief and tosses them out after the deed. None had a gun to her face and scammed the shit out of her.
Why didn’t they die—
Who cares?!
Balalaika wouldn’t even be able to leave her bed if she let her thoughts drift in that direction. Instead, everything about her—mind, body, and soul—wraps that man with her tight, moist snatch as he firmly holds the reign of her golden hair and drives his fat cock into her till it hits all her sweet spots. Her hazy blue eyes threaten to roll into her skull as she grips the table with all she has in response to his relentless pounding.
Her moans must be filling the entire building by now. A firm spank to her rideable ass makes her squeal again, prompting her walls to clamp on Nik’s thick mast and climax without care.
She brought a whole different monster, didn’t she?
Balalaika believes her night would have ended differently had she not played the roulette. It might be sweeter and gentler, but nothing could beat that rush she felt—the pump she feels now!
“Nnhhaaaa~!” She screams as Nik turns her over, slamming his hand on the table beside her face as her legs coil around his waist, like her hands around his neck, allowing him to pound him without throwing her off the table.
“Sofia,” he grunts, letting his pace even out as his already massive cock manages to bulge further in excitement. Her breasts jiggle to the beat of his humps, distracting for the umpteenth time while she squeezes him down there, begging, “I-It’s fine!”
“No,” he snaps out with a sudden bark. “Medicine won’t work,” he informs with a firm look, only for Balalaika to bring a hand to his face, stroking it gently with a distant smile and slightly complicated emotion slipping into her lust-addled, half-lidded gaze.
“There’s nothing in, hnngh, me that can produce anything good.”
She finds his expression freezing as she smirks, “Don’t you make me regret this night. I want it.”
“Heh,” he scoffs a snicker. “Yeah, got it.”
He resumes his pace, fucking her mind out until he finds himself bottoming out in Sofia’s hot snatch, ejaculating ropes of fluids until the woman finds herself questioning her choices about encouraging Nik.
‘Oh, well,’ she moans as her back arches up into another sweet orgasm. ‘He was right, at least. He’s one dangerous poison.’
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Revy wakes with the most satisfying arm stretch of her life as she feels a slight headache, but even that wears off quickly when she finds Nik sitting on the floor, leaning on her bed while watching TV on a low volume, a news channel again.
A smirk appears on her face almost instantly.
‘Serves you right, Boner Nerd. I got everyone drunk for a reason!’ She leans on his head, letting her breasts sit atop him while pressing her hands on his shoulders, goading, “Why the long face? Man, not getting sex fucks you up, doesn’t it?”
He looks at her with a curious expression, “Revy?” he shrugs. “I was just watching the news. The Ant bastard hit another place 2 hours ago.”
“Oh?” She blinks, coiling her arms around Nik’s neck and sitting like that for a while. “Where?”
“It’s one of Triad’s locations. Or I’m just racist thinking only Triad’s men exist in China.”
“Nah, you’re fine,” Revy chuckles, quickly cringing at the odor from her mouth. “Ugh! I need to brush my teeth.”
“And take a shower,” Nik chuckles.
“Shove it,” she presses her breasts further on his head while questioning, “So? What did you do last night?”
“I filled the ‘Tank.’”
Revy stares at the TV while smirking, “As if. Anego’s the kind of woman to hire boys, devour, and toss ‘em aside.”
“Heeee,” he muses. “You got me. We don’t have any job for now, so rest up if you’re hungover from last night.”
“And why aren’t you at Yellow Flag?” She slides down the bed and sits beside Nik.
“Oh, I met with Shenhua a few hours ago. Apparently, I made quite the impression, and she likes talking with me,” Nik increases the volume as Revy places her head on the spot between his crossed legs/lap, lying on the floor while snarking, “Why the fuck would I care about that Chinglish woman?”
“Just answering your question,” he smiles, resting his hand on her head. “And Eda sent me a message again. I’ll probably visit her in the evening.”
“Too fucking bad,” Revy closes her eyes. “I ain’t moving.”
“Oh,” Nik adds. “I so fucked Balalaika.”
“In your dreams.”
‘Well,’ Nik shrugs. ‘I informed the lady. Not my problem if she doesn’t want to believe me.’
“Revy?”
“Yeah?” The woman mutters without opening her eyes as Nik lowers the volume again. “What about that bath and brushing your teeth?”
“Nah, fuck it. I’m tired.”
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Alternate Title: Past Scars; Balalaika’s Night; Russian Roulette; Lava-Head Casually Becoming Nik’s Russian Roulette Coach; Promises; The Rush; Fatal Excitement; The Worst Poison; Addled; Cheap Thrills; A Maniacal Slut; Soaking Wet; Balalaika’s Idea of a Toy: Bang; Rigged Match; Two Ghosts; Dying; Nik: Yes. My True Powers Are Making Sweet Lovey-Dovey With Any And Everyone; Abused; The Final Shot; A Game Won; Sofia’s Night; Mokshi When It Eventually Meets Freedom Fighters: *NUT*; Another Chance Wasted; A Horrible Woman; Bumping Uglies; A Woman Ruined; A Certified Ride; Nik About To Have His Second Child With Sofia Soon Enough With Magic-Butterscotch Cum; Lava-Head Comes To a Clutch; Revy: Hur, Hur! It Was All Part Of My Plan! *Sofia: Gee, Thanks, Rev. Didn’t Know You Liked Me So Much*; Revy’s In For a Big Surprise; A Seamless Transition From Boobs Hat To Lap; Silently Affectionate; Chinglish Likes Good Boys; Nik Can Never Be Racist, He’s Just Ignorant; Another Attack; Revy WOULD Bath If Nik Took Her There In a Princess Carry, N-Not That She Wants It!; Nik Making Sure He Doesn’t Actually Blows Anyone
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A/N: Man! It took me so much time to come up with this scene cause Balalaika is like the Tsuande of Black Lagoon Verse. Ehm, and she’s just more raw than girls like Revy. Anyway, it was first going to be a simple smut scene as stated in Balalaika’s own words when she admits their night would turn out a lot different had she not gone the Russian Roulette path. Still, I won’t get many chances to add the devil’s game in a smut scene, so I took my chance. I hope you guys enjoyed it.
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FanHarem
aye aye
optimushead
more long lemons needed for such hardcore woman like balalaika
Alexander Semino
I was kinda expecting the thing to go off and Nik metal bending the bullet a few millimeters before impact.
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