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Rumours had spread, questions resurfaced, and fear had rekindled. No means of twisted excitement could encourage your desire to investigate such an obvious imprint of a man drilling holes into a wall to match the shape an size of his body. The local police had cornered off the building, taping the scene to instruct onlookers away and prevent casualties from ensuing. But the strangest thing about this investigation was that it was all too obvious who had entered the scene, and who had left it at once.
None of what remained mattered, the destruction engraved in the wall was a message. One specifically for you.
Without any words stating candidates for a sender and recipient, the spitting image of Talon's Mauga had caused a sigh to brush past your lips. He was not making your workload any lighter than he had promised way back when. His intolerance for work had ironically given your position more weight to bear, more civilians to look after, as well as more damages to pay for.
Tired of his shenanigans, you raised a palm to your face in defeat. He was calling for you in a way only he knew was best.
Destruction was once an oddity to you both. Fighting side by side wasn't an experience you cherished as much as the monster did, but even you knew how strong the bond was before his accident. When you guiltily stared down at him on that hospital bed, observing the unconscious body of a man you deeply cared for, withdrawal quickly overwhelmed you every fibre of being. It was right there and then that you decided you wanted no more of this. No more wanting to see the precious people in your life wither away on the battlefield. No more wanting to see your own life flash before your eyes in the heat of battle.
Now, one would argue that you stepped down from a decently earning position. Another could argue that you cowered away from a noble life. But Mauga would argue that you're simply experimenting in ways of having fun.
As you stare morbidly at the Mauga-sized wreckage in the wall, it dawned on you that he had given no indication of his whereabouts. Debris only just scattered as a result of people tumbling in and out to scout for the injured. Rubble was still crumbling from the walls and the ceiling very rarely rumbling from some form of vibration up above, indicating that the culprit is still in the building.
"Commander, is something the matter?" One of the policemen's voice startled you out of your state of contemplation. You pinched the bridge of your nose as another shrewd thought branched from the first.
Almost ignoring the question, your thoughts seeped from your lips like a madman spilling nonsensical rantings. "I'll investigate this myself."
"It's good to see you. I knew you'd get my message."
"What would you have done if I walked away? They'd find you sooner or later."
Mauga sighed, shaking his head as a cruel smile widened across his lips. His tone deepened as he voiced the sinister truth hidden behind words of avoidance, "I don't think you'd wanna know the alternative."
Closing the distance between the two of you, you ducked your head under loose wiring, tip-toed over a missing floorboard and stood a couple meters from Mauga's position. His gruelling smile worked wonders on you. His intention was never to insight fear on you, or anyone for that matter, but instead toy with others as if it were a game - though it was contradictory to his mannerisms, as he often played with no rules.
"You couldn't just send me a letter, like any normal person would?"
Mauga chuckled. "What? And have it sent to your team as incriminating evidence?" His cheery expression quickly returned to address your concerns. "You read this message, nobody got harmed in the process. So what's the fuss?"
He stands to attention, resting down his signature guns and stepping closer to you. His body is overwhelmingly large compared to yours - or any humans', as a matter of fact. Seeing no further need to keep his guard up in case any uninvited guests took your place, Mauga's expression softened and he scooped in for a hug. "I came for you, sweetheart. I wanted to see you."
Having such a close relationship to a mercenary was in strict violation of every law that you stood for. It was an honest shock to see how Mauga had turned to a life of crime after waking from that hospital bed. Sure, you were bound to part ways, but never did you think it would be anything as it were today. How Mauga could so casually and uncaringly destroy a building just to make a scene and draw you close simply baffled you. But there were no other thoughts to his actions. This was the most peaceful approach he could take in order to find time alone with you.
Thinking upon his complex circumstances, you couldn't help but feel a tangible hint of pity for having to go such lengths for this. It was clear that he wished to maintain a strong bond with you, and he did everything within his power to prove that. And so, you returned the hug, albeit you couldn't fit your arms around his body. Mauga was content that you had relaxed in his presence. With work mode now officially out the window, he could hold a conversation with you - not an interrogation.
"I told the surrounding officers that I'd investigate alone," your brows furrow as you realise how little thought you had given your situation here, "we don't have much time. I admit that's probably my fault." Mauga's chuckle could be felt from deep within his chest. The vibrations resonated with you, subtly heaving and pressing closer to your body with every syllable. Of course he didn't mind. Although seeing you was a gift in its own right, the fact that you trusted your instinct to venture forth and spare him the time after nearly destroying a building was the true winning factor. Despite your claims to abide by the law, your duty-bound self had wound up in the embracing arms of a mercenary. A Talon mercenary, no less.
Mauga releases you, slipping his hand into his pocket to reveal a pre-written note. Its content are turned downward, facing the ground with his fingers partially obscuring the ink from the other side. Even if you study the mirrored handwriting, too many words are covered for you to tell what the note says at a quick glance. Mauga can sense your curiosity and chooses to indulge you.
"I have a proposal for you. If you want to go back to your guys and feign ignorance on my behalf, take this note and follow its coordinates. It'll lead you to a more secluded location where we can spend more time together in the future, avoiding suspicion."
"Mauga..." This was already a ridiculously suspicious ordeal. He hadn't even suggested the alternative yet and you already disliked where this was headed.
"If not I'll shred this paper, and we can get it out of the way right now." Regrettably, Mauga shook his head and slipped the small note back into his pocket as he noticed you were trying to read it rather than respond to his proposal.
Internally, you were begging not to have to make such a decision. Either way both sounded equally as dangerous. The only difference would be who exactly is experiencing the potential danger. Should you stay with him now and have him burn that note, you risked being named an accomplice to an escaping criminal. Your reputation - your duty - would be severely damaged with all fingers pointing to you as the evidence of your fondness for Mauga piles up from the past. Additionally, there would be no telling when Mauga would choose to make another appearance like this, especially if he's willing to go such lengths as to destroy a building just to see you.
On the other hand, you making your way to him would be a far easier solution but at the same time extremely incriminating if he leads you to some place sketchy like an empty alleyway or secluded and abandoned building. You don't think Mauga would be so foolish as to reveal the location of Talon's headquarters only for a little get-together, but at the same time you both risk your jobs to see each other.
Meeting in the dead of the night with a criminal speaks for itself. Either way, you're royally fucked whether it be privately or publicly. Literally and figuratively. Do you have the choice to refuse him? It didn't sound like he'd be willing to give you one considering such lengths. One look into his eyes told you all that you needed to know. All that you've heard already. All that you've seen already. That he's here for you. And he'll do it as often as he likes. That's simply the type of guy he is.
Time was ticking away little by little yet the mercenary waited patiently for your answer, knowing full well that your hesitance would greatly affect them both. Mauga wanted not to pressure you, but to enjoy his time with you. He simply needed clarification on when would be the best time to. He placed a reassuring palm to your shoulder, sliding up the grooves of your neck to gently cup your cheek before retracting himself and walking over to his guns.
Mauga sat, slouched with an arm cross his knee as if he had all the time in the world. He feigned confidence as he observed your hesitance, his own doubts beginning to cloud his judgement of you the longer you took to make an affirmed decision. Although he was certain you wouldn't let him down, the thought of something unexpected interrupting the two of you also greatly excited him.
"What'll it be?"
His question was met with a long awaited response of you stepping closer and slipping your hand into his pocket. Like a snake wrapping around its prey, you weaved your fingers into the fabric and emerged with the paper.
"I'll play by your 'rules', for now," this earned a brightly terrifying smirk from Mauga. He looked you up and down, enjoying the trace of your fingers being so close. You held the paper between two fingers "You better keep this between us. The risk of being caught is all a part of your fun, isn't it?"
"You know me all too well, commander," Mauga watched as you threw the paper away, its thinned material keeping itself afloat and gracefully cascading into an interrupted journey to the floor. Mauga raised Gunny and fired at the paper. Sure, it was overkill, but he wanted to make a scene. Your cooperation was guaranteed - he wouldn't let you down. "I can compromise." He offers you a sly wink. "Only for you."
Mauga rested Gunny by the misshapen door you once came through. You knew that the weapon would act as a barricade, preventing any onlookers from unwanted and attempted entry. Those firearms probably weighed multiple times your size, so you wouldn't be surprised if anybody failed to move them aside. At the same time, you were intrigued by just how easily he could handle such heavy lifting.
The mercenary returned his attention to you, the grin on his face widening as you stood there with waning curiosity. With every step closer sounded as though his intentions were to alert the officers downstairs. By the time he returned to your location, towering over you with a toothy grin, he had already made a melody of his footsteps to announce his presence with open arms as if the shooting wasn't already enough.
"Now then," his hands rested gently on your waist, alluring and inviting, "ready to have some fun?"
In an instant your hands were all over him. They raised to wrap around his neck, pulling him down to lock him in place with a smothering kiss. You could practically taste the anticipation oozing from his body. Mauga reeled in closer, reciprocating your energy with a low growl as he kissed you hungrily. God, he missed you. Badly.
Large calloused fingers slipped beneath your clothes, rubbing tantalising circles over your underwear. They roamed freely, cupping the curve of your ass and kneading the flesh in his hands. "Forgive me, doll, there's so little time." You shushed him immediately, pressing your lips back onto his whilst you nodded understandingly. With your consent Mauga slipped your bottom wear down, lavishing your shiver the moment a gushing breeze blew past. The mercenary squeezed your ass again, smirking into the kiss.
One would say that he was feeling too daring today; Mauga lifted your entire body, devouring the idea of how your legs naturally tried to curl around him, and walked over to have you both seated and more comfortable.
Mauga's voice vibrated within the depths of your body; a thunderous and seductive growl so deep that it twisted the coil of lust within. "What's the matter, feeling shy?" He was keen on the delightful shivers, yet a sliver of hesitance made itself known as your eyes darted to and from a nearby window. You were already half naked in Mauga's lap, and anybody who dared to glance at the top of this building would have seen you in your purest form. Without sparing you the time to answer, the monster scooped you into his arms for an alternative position. He must have sensed your anxiety as he was in the process of stripping you almost bare in front of open windows. Instead, the mercenary placed you atop a desk, obscuring your view of the windows and you breathed a sigh of relief.
The smile across his face only widened with mischief.
As a gesture of gratitude, Mauga seized the opportunity to bury his fingers into your cunt. Though one would have been magically enough to keep your sex moistened by lust, two were stuffing you whole and stretching you wide.
The intrusion emitted a whine almost a little too pathetically from your lips. "Your fingers are... thick, let me-"
Despite offering Mauga an unspoken alternative, he hummed when you disapproved of his forwardness. "Aww, but I wanna see."
You shot him a stern glance, refusing to give in to his pleas. "Is it not enough knowing that I'm the one you'll be fucking?" You quickly replaced his fingers with a few of your own, growing more comfortable to a tolerable stretch that also kept you on your toes.
"Nuh uh," Mauga chuckled, "I came to see you, remember?" He quickly added, "In the flesh." Then he sighed, still not satisfied that you were touching yourself instead of him, "Would you prefer something else? Perhaps a tongue? Maybe even straight to the main cour-"
When you leaned forward to curl your fingers around his pants, Mauga understood immediately and unbuckled himself accordingly. "Yes, ma'am." Out slipped his hardened cock, curled and erect, standing to attention. The appendage smacked against your cheek gently, urging you to have at it. When Mauga rested his girth against your face, he studied its size in comparison to you and huffed one single grumble of a chuckle.
It was fairly difficult not to feel intimidated by the size of him, let alone this ridiculously thick piece of meat slapping against your face. When he finally stopped playing around, you extended your tongue and licked a long stripe from the base to the head. "Ohoho, you remember just how I like it, huh?" There was so much of him that you simply couldn't resist. Mauga was a hard man to forget, regardless if you had the misfortune of being on his good or bad side.
He relished in that one lick alone, feeling absolutely ecstatic for making this happen. He ground himself against your face, steadily rocking back and forth as if to guide you with a desired motion. It was then that the mercenary noticed the tiniest pool of slick dripping from between your legs. With your fingers plunging inside and out of your own hole, you were inherently reminded why you had almost fallen into the trap of following Mauga's ways just from the sex alone.
"Loosen up for me, doll," with how close Mauga preferred to be in order to witness such intimacy in its purest form, you were surprised he wasn't arguing against taking the time to prepare yourself in such an awkward scenario. Mauga loomed close, swiping his thumb against your lips and gently guiding open your mouth.
Slowly accommodating his girth inside your mouth, the appendage was met with struggle even as you rested your tongue and stretched your jaw as tolerably wide as you could. Even soft, Mauga was *huge* - thick. When he pushed in a little further of the way, an audible grumble escaped his lips. His girth stretched your mouth even wider, tickling the back of your throat with urgency. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as a result of the spread, but Mauga was sweet enough to wipe them away the moment he noticed. "That's it, pretty girl, that's it..."
With his cock now comfortably sated in your mouth, you barely had room to smother its base with your tongue. Your lips enveloped around its girth hungrily, causing Mauga to smile deviously in turn. "This takes me back. You always looked so good stuffed with cock." His comment made you blink on his direction, only fuelling his grin. "Regardless of which hole was used."
Not before long, Mauga finally retracted his hips only to push forward and rock his body into a fast-paced motion. His thrusts came as a surprise, sparing not a single moment longer without tending to his pleasures. The leaking tip continuously smacked against the back of your throat, taking all your willpower not to gag and choke against the mercenary. Flurries of compliments followed by the occasional hair pulling were gifted to you in praise. Such a good girl, you would tell yourself for taking it. And Mauga would repeat the same in order to make you believe it.
"Tell me, doll, can you handle more?"
Unfortunately for you, the tears beading from the corners of your eyes combined with the debauched vision of your drool leaking from your mouth was a telling sign for Mauga to keep going. His fingers curled around your head, stroking the back before pushing you impossibly deeper on his cock. A disturbed gruntle escaped your throat but the mercenary paid it no mind.
"Good... Good! That's it sweetheart, you got it." Damn him. Damn him and his disgusting praise that only made your body twitch and thrive in twisted pleasure. Your size was absolutely nothing in comparison to his, only being a means to an end. Mauga's grin widened to expose that hidden malice lurking beneath his friendly façade.
Your fingers grew drenched with slick, coating your digits with a thick, sticky mess. Though it wasn't long before the appendages from, both, your hands and mouth were seized by the monster of a man and discarded as though they were unused and uncared for toys. The moment his cock parted from your lips, Mauga pushed you onto your back to smear his girth along the lips of your cunt. "So wet for me darling, how cute." He used your slick to lather his cock with
"You see what you're missing out on now, right? Are you really willing to throw it all away?" Mauga wasn't expecting you to answer, nor were you willing to offer him one. Not with a mind almost broken just from having been deepthroated alone. No, no, he'd continue to break you in little by little by little. He wanted to have as much fun as possible, so why stop for before the main event? "Ready, sweetheart?" Next, he aligns the tip with your sopping entrance, already having mixed your sweet juices with the saliva on his cock.
This time Mauga indeed expected an answer, however your words seemed to have failed you. Not only was your throat hoarse from the stretch of something so large after its been so long, but you were quickly having second thoughts about this being the right decision.
Disgruntled, Mauga rolled his eyes and sighed. "Don't be backing out now, doll. I have so much planned for you." Your mind deliberated those previous options again before halting at a standstill: you were here for Mauga, and only Mauga, not his connections to that of Talon. Any decency darted past your head the moment your curious eyes met his own. Being pressed against your back and laying before Mauga was a dream, a miracle. And so, you bit your lip with silent anticipation and offered a nod of approval for Mauga to proceed. "Hold on tight, you know I tend to play a little... rough."
Finally, Mauga pushed the head between your walls which emitted a half-hearted choke. Gods, he was already so thick with just the head on its own. You reached forward to curl your arms around his body, fingers squeezing into his muscles with growing ferocity. It wasn't long until your nails replaced them as his girth pushed further and stretched your hole wider. A panicked moan brushed past your lips but was quickly swallowed by Mauga's smashing against yours. His tongue delved into your mouth without a moment's hesitation, entirely uncaring about the taste of himself lingering on the tip of your tongue.
Wider and wider, deeper and deeper; Mauga buried his cock as far as your body would allow, encouraging all sorts of squelching noises to be heard. The entirety of your body had soon fallen limp to the inhumane stretch of your walls - your pussy had never felt so full. Not in a long time.
Once the mercenary was content with the distance of his penetration, he ended the kiss with a bite of your lip before returning to his usual gleeful self. "Just as tight as I remember. Looks like your body's keen on having me back after all this time." He was referring to the fact that your cunt had twitched constantly upon insertion. Your walls squeezed against him, daring not to release his cock from your sloppy confinements. Struggling walls tinged with lust had struggled to accommodate the large and imposing girth, pulsing with every intricate movement. Mauga, desperate to shrivel a reaction out of your control, smiled cruelly and commented "Don't scream," before drawing his hips back momentarily to slam into you. Hard. A single thrust with great depth into your core had your body spasming from an unfortunately early orgasm. Your body, in reaction to Mauga's completely ruining you, had quickly fallen apart with a single thrust.
You bit your lip to kill the ridiculously loud mixture of a moan and scream, eyes closing with brows frowning in disbelief that your body simply combust as a result of Mauga's ignited desire for sex. A not-so-subtle bulged was evident beneath your stomach, highlighting exactly how deep Mauga sought to destroy your insides.
"You can take more, sweetheart, I know you can."
His gorgeously rumbling voice vibrated from head to toe, lacing your body with an unconventional greed for more. Your nails clawed into his back, the only grasp of reality that you could maintain at this moment. Mauga was devastatingly large and he used every opportunity to take advantage of that known fact. The delirious expression that had befallen your features was a picture Mauga had etched into his memory. The leakage between your legs only invited the mercenary to continue his relentless assault. His thrusts were sharp, calculated, and terrifyingly powerful. Each one drawing out a new pool of slick leaking to the ground.
His constant praises now flew one ear and right out the other, sending your sex drives up to an all new high. You despised that he knew exactly what he was doing. You also despised that it was working, too.
Once the decision was made to drive that lust at a quicker pace, your body simply couldn't handle such pressure. Already weakened and sensitive from an orgasm, your walls and legs quivered and clenched around Mauga's girth. Unknowingly sending the mercenary all kinds of signals. Your head had whipped backward, no longer able to maintain a concrete exchange into Mauga's eyes. Hell you weren't even sure if you could see straight anymore. He thrusted so deep that you were certain he'd rip you open.
In-between heavy panting, Mauga leaned closer to whisper into your ear. "Won't you change your mind? Will you continue to be a subservient puppet? A boring toy working for the police?" Then he rested his hands on either side of your head, trapping you between like a caged animal. All that you could see, was him. all that you needed to see, was him. "Perhaps your function as my girl would be better suited sealed away like an artefact for all to see." Mauga grunted at his own idea. Perhaps a tad too poetic for him. His jealousy seized the better of him as the idea of putting you on display for others to witness caused his lips to thin with dissatisfaction.
The smallness of his almost non-existent metaphorical hearts couldn't bear the possibility of someone else making an attempt to claim such a character. His character. The mercenary laughed at the absurdity of his newfound emotions, now silently admitting to himself how desperately he needed you to be by his side.
"Give it some thought, doll. You and me. We could do this as often as you like with no risk at all. You'll come back with me, won't you?"
Not a word could be spared as Mauga gave you zero chance to respond. His attempt at a recall only garnered sullied noises on your part. Your mind was far too addled by pleasure to generate any kind of legible verbal response. At this point it didn't matter too much because Mauga was happy to continue using you as if you were a fleshlight.
"I love being the reason why you lose your mind. Sex or missions, either or was always so much fun." His hips grew wild, ecstatic and desperate - a telling sign that his own orgasm was fast approaching. Mauga's palms balled into fists as he became motivated to reach his high. "I missed you, you know? You drive me insane, doll." Your pussy clenched harder around his cock, engulfing its girth as the monster fucked yet another orgasm out of you. Strings of slick pooled down your legs effortlessly while your muscles twitched uncontrollably.
Such sweet moans graced Mauga's ears the moment you wept from the onslaught of penetration.
Music to his ears.
The mercenary continued to buck his hips back and forth aggressively with the determination to empty himself of a highly anticipated load. He was pent up for sure, frustrated to have been without his favourite sex partner for too long. The time without you was antagonising and painful, but no more. A loud grunt emitted from Mauga - loud, desperate and longing. He quickly dragged out his cock, against his will, and used his own his hand to pump the last few rounds of energy. He soon emptied the load across your abdomen, painting your body with traces of his lust. There was an astonishingly large pool of cum simply waiting to be released, you thought. Rope after rope emptied across your body with no end in sight.
It felt like a long while till the paint ran dry and no longer leaked against you. Mauga was positively content with the outcome. Having you too far gone to truly answer his question and effectively leaving you in a horrid state for others to witness you in. He had cornered you without you realising. It was obvious now that he didn't want to part with you so soon.