He had been greatly intrigued to see Jule's supposed last moment. Touching, but to him it was just another thing he'd stolen from her - a deceleration of love at the end of her life. The scream was deliciously real. He couldn't even pay whores to replicate that kind of anguish. She bled like the bullet had been fired, but walked perfectly after that, to obey. Juliette was becoming delightfully aware of what she should do to please him. He'd petted her back almost fatherly when she took her place on him.<br/><br/>The ruckus their new guest brought about was a welcome interruption to the otherwise somber apartment. The party wasn't here, not at this hour, so Kade was excited by the noise of Syd's rescue attempt. The girl in his lap complained with a shrill, swallowed sound when the more formidable woman came into the heart of the den. Red crown in disarray, and green pools blaring at him from shadowy settings, she looked like the savior Jule needed. "There's your hero, Jule." he whispered close to Juliette's earshell, wrapping an arm around her possessively while her meek fingers still tried to keep his cock interested. He'd not had his released yet, so it wasn't a difficult task.<br/><br/>"Oh this?" he asked as he cupped one of Jule's breasts, squeezing sadistically, while Syd seemed to know to keep her distance. "She didn't have any money so we tried to make a deal, but she's kinda..." he dug his fingers deeper into her soft orb for emphasis "bad at it. Comon, babe, it's not gonna break." He encouraged and then looked Sydney over. He liked the freckles and the anger. "I honestly tried to keep it in my pants, but this was her idea." Which, by some bastardization of the preceding events, it was. Kade groaned dramatically, like her hands on his cock were the absolute best strokes he'd had.<br/><br/>The day was shaping up - candy breakfast and Jule all fucked up while tugging him, and her girlfriend standing in line. The room had seen similar scenes, and whispered of it with it strewn-around party favors, shells of other substances in the corners, and the table full of half-loved containers and crusting fairy dust. He was still the king of the chemical realms, even if Sydney had come here with all her eager to bring Juliette away. "Alright, then. You have money? As it is now Jule here owes me for two batches and a release. Which one are you gonna pay for?" he posed.<br/><br/>He stroked two fingers between Jule's legs, avoiding the crimson streak he'd caused with the gun, and then held up the glistening strands between his fingers to show Sydney. "Better hurry, girlfriend, or maybe Juliette won't even want to leave with you." his kept his warm irises on the standing redhead, his lips sought Jule's ear out, spearing it with his long tongue. She was getting plenty of precum from the tip, and his length was already humming with even her half-assed strokes.