Carlton had always aspired to a hero. He hid it after adolescence, didn't say it as much, there were other priorities for grownups, but boys still wanted to be firefighters and police. With his skill and hard work he'd been able to reach this position. A good heart among all the bureaucracy. They'd paired him up with someone he'd worked well with in the past. He trusted Tess and she'd been a very strong power, rising in the ranks. They'd both seen the threat of the new cult, especially with political implications.<br/><br/>But there are too many faces when you're saving the world or your country. And none of them were as beautiful as Charlotte's now. They'd been clear on that overall intel was more important than the safety of the supposed oracle, but he'd looked forward to be her salvation from this poisonous place. He just hadn't known how much. Holding her now, with her body rocking in her tears and sobs, he fell into his fated purpose. He would always hold her.<br/><br/>When she looked up at him he gasped. Beautiful greens framed in reaching lashes adorned with the pearls of her misery. It was the accumulation of everything Carlton wanted. A special someone to save, while technically following orders. She needed it too. There could be nothing wrong with this. This was his duty, and what he'd chosen. He could only nod when she confirmed what he'd offered. Princes are plenty, they're all hoping to save the same princess. She'd let him have a chance at it.<br/><br/>"Yes. I'll stay. You won't have to worry with me, Charlotte." He wanted to say more, an oath for the girl with the oracle inside her, but his sentances were cut dead by her fingers between them. Carlton held his breath while she examined him. He'd not had a chance. Not when something so beautiful in the night, in the grass, was talking to every part of action in him. His nerves were a storm inside his skull when she examined him with her touch.<br/><br/>It was painfully pleasurable when she attended to his lips. He'd thought about it, of course, as any man who crossed her path did. Beautiful, small angel with the most important voice. They looked at her holy mouth and hoped to do sordid things. His mouth closed to swallow, but then continued to part willingly for her grace. He almost choked on his wish to reciprocate when her arms relaxed. How inviting, her pink cheeks.<br/><br/>But he wouldn't. She was in distress. Such contact might compromise her, he needed unfiltered truth. Yes, he wanted to tell her the plan now that there was trust between them. He'd reveal himself to be a profesionall she could count on, one that could show her the reality of her group. He liked that too. Hero Carlton, staying away from his manly vices so that Charlotte and those confused by Kell through her could have a fair course to justice.<br/><br/>He grabbed her shoulders and looked at her, excited to give her the truth. She would love it. He'd be another thing to her than comfort. He'd said he'd save her, yes? All that shone in his eyes the same color as hers, but lackluster in comparison. A true helper forgets himself for the mission. He could do this clean. He'd have his fantasies and dreams in his own time, when it couldn't cost her. What a wonderful thing it could be, to deny himself. Just professionalism - nothing more.<br/><br/>And then he kissed her.<br/><br/>It was the epitomy of his own sexual discovery, and an injection of clean, clear, explosive love right into his heart. He breathed through his nose like he might be drowning, tortured by the love he felt. Charlotte, like Kell, was her own potent leader. She didn't wield it with calculation and intent like the prince of this commune - she always had it around her, because she didn't know what it was. Her circle of intimacy was as drawing as Kell's persona. Carlton was being seduced with neither of them the wiser.<br/><br/>He kissed her firmly, but stopped himself before it could become worse. He panted, his soul retreating into him, but now that it had a taste of the girl who'd brought the good doctor to his death through the son, it could never be cured. "We're together in here." he said in the dark and held her so that he could still watch her face. "But you don't need to be sad or afraid again. I'm yours Charlotte. I have my own strength, and I'll use it to pull you from here."<br/><br/>Kell was very pleased how Tess could let Charlotte come and go without paing it any reaction. It meant she was well submerged into his rhythm. Usually someone so new might have issues with their modesty, or at least like to pretend. Tess was in his trance, and that inflated his ego enough to swell his cock further for her. So pliable, like her hair was just a handle made for him. Her secret games were spilling, like her sap.<br/><br/>He hummed in reward when she divulged. Laughter dark in the bottom of his throat. She was paid with better and harder thrusts. She was so different from Lotte. So sturdy, like he wasn't breaking her, like she was made for this act, like taking pain was her exact purpose. So she'd come as a spy, after all. That meant her brother was compromised as well. Kell could easily divide the act from his scheming, even when the woman was drowning in his forced adoration.<br/><br/>He petted the back of her head where it was pressed against his floor, driving into her diligently. His other hand hugged her asscheek with deep finger. He really did like her design. His newest trophy. "And who do you work for?" he asked darkly, the pace of his hips suggesting continued favor was contingent on her answer. Really he didn't want to stop exploring her, but he needed to cement his affections, no matter how violent, as something to be earned and strived for, something valuable. He clapped that cheek hard and then let the fingers crawl to the cleft of her ass, thumb pushing against her pucker above her abused cunt.<br/><br/>"Will you work for me now?" he asked as he slowly hooked his thick digit into her smallest hole, cock ever eager to crash into her, the length of it hammering away at the last door to her womb.