Kell wanted to sing to himself as he watched his next thing coil and form after his caresses. Like a liquid, reactive to his whims. Weren't all minds oceans? He smiled wickedly when he pulled the dress from her, when the cloth obscured her vision. A little bit of the true man then, the side no one saw. The monster that had infected them and was feeding off them. Love them as he may, they were his nourishment, and the material on which he built his own glory.<br/><br/>He felt her react, and sighed with accomplishment when she caught herself. Pedigree woman, grown and ready. Such a different game than his oracle. He made her the home of his fingers, those expert caresses on her insides growing rougher to match the beating of her heart. She was a warming rose, quivering for the sunrise to arrive. She wanted to open herself and spill her secrets like she was spilling sap on his hand. His hand gripped her hair harder, so she would know to obey him.<br/><br/>He wore an adoring, possessive expression when Charlotte barged in. With so much food for his pride and hubris here, cunning woman bent to his will, he turned with utmost confidence to look at the breaking girl. There was no meaning in spinning lies to entice her. His function now was to stand fast, enforce what he'd said to Tess, so that he could explain it as something else to Lotte later. Her dismay was unavoidable, and quite frankly, eaten up by the other things he was feeling. Once she was gone he didn't let Tess fret. She was deeply submerged in the red fog, anyway.<br/><br/>He shook her head by the hold he had on her hair, to jolt her out of any doubt that might be growing in her. He did turn her face toward the door, if she wanted to be distracted as his fingers slid out, strings holding on like her whimpers and moans were trying to keep him, too. Kell stained his pants when he let his holy limb flop out. She'd not seen it, the spire that had brought him this kingdom, and she didn't know, since he was behind her.<br/><br/>From this position, and her plentiful slick, it was not difficult to put the head of the rod against her entrance, and then apply force. To any crevice, he'd be a challenge, but Tess didn't seem as new as Lotte had been, and even if she was, all the better. Her first was a good starting point from which he could become her world. He would be fucking her faster soon, not really letting her recover, but still finding her sensitive angles. He'd lower her head to the floor while her ass was still in the air, true worshipper position, and to collect blood in her head to make all this more intense, to prevent her from thinking too much through the pain and the delight.<br/><br/>"Tell me you secret, Tess. Confess." he said while he was violently loving her. "If you want this," a particularly volatile stab would convince her. "Then tell me what your ambition is."<br/><br/>Usually Carlton would be in the thrum of things, listening, collecting knowledge. Not that there was much to see ever, only that they loved the Oracle and the King. Their illusions were innocent, and gave no clues to the real going ons. He wanted to document the gossip, but it was clearly part of insanity to be corrupted along the way. Sooner or later they would have to partake in mass, instead of trying to see it through those who were there. It just seemed so compromising, and the two agents had agreed to postpone it as long as they could, to keep their minds clean. Their proof might be tainted if they were submerged in this admittedly drug-less ritual.<br/><br/>So he'd taken some time for himself, out back, looking at a pretty garden. Since it had no agricultural value, it was empty now. Well watered and kept wasteland. He sighed in boredom just as the beautiful fawn flitted out. At once he stood, the one eager for information, and the man too, seeing something so lovely in so much pain. He swallowed to himself as she wept into her palms, alone in the grass, and wondered if he should leave so she could be by herself. This seemed private. Though she was subject to  some scrutiny, she was still a person. A woman with child.<br/><br/>His heart brought him forward anyway, to sit by her and put his palms on her shoulders. They were like this, quiet for a while, the man with a mask and the woman who was completely honest with every one, babe in her belly. Eventually her brought her into himself, holding her tightly so she could soak his shirt in her tears. Green eyes blinked with sympathy as his cheek landed ontop of her head. "It's alright, Charlotte. I promise it'll be alright." He told himself it was good to become closer to her, but then why was he feeling this loss of himself, into her. Out here with no one else, he felt fulfilled in his purpose, and suffering because she was sad. It was strangely overwhelming in the quiet disturbed by her sobs.