And there it was, her safely guarded truth, that she was sworn to keep. It was flattery, really, that the FBI should be interested in this modest cult. Kell smiled to himself behind her, while she spilled her breath and adoration on his floor. He petted her spine and gave her more skull-afflicting tingles with the tips of his fingers. The intensity of his thumb lodged into her other place only enhanced her rapture. This was all he'd need from her right now, she he hurried his handling of her, cock stirring her up and hand bouncing on her to expertly fuck her ass too. He owed her pleasure for what she'd given up. He became their god through their climaxes, and so would be Tess's fate, too.<br/><br/>When she'd had her fill of divine waves, he pulled out of her, a king who didn't need to release when his servants did. And a prince, still youthful and dapper, when her turned her around on her back, her legs still spread, cunt still gaping, saying his name. His seed had completely undone Charlotte. He was going to save that kind of transformation of Tess. "You're such a good girl." he rewarded as he reached down. In her stupor, with all the hormones pressing through her blood, she'd likely not dislike when he pulled at her hair, and lifted her used body to its knees.<br/><br/>"Look at me." he said. "I claim you, and you're work is mine now." he said as his self control relented and pearly stretches of his pleasure finally rushed out of his member to anoint her face. "Take it into yourself." But not with your womanhood, not yet. She would know to widen her mouth for it. There was a language of intimacy this deep into passion, and there were things he didn't have to say. Kell would gladly contain his breathing while his cock expressed it had indeed enjoyed her, by coating her face and drowning her tongue.<br/><br/>It rocked Carlton's chest when she said it. He'd not been prepared for this. He had come to her because he couldn't leave her there alone. Carlton had still been on his mission when he walked to the girl on the grass, and now, when she'd shown him her heart, he was turning into something else. Perhaps Charlotte's violation of Carlton was as profound as Kell with Tess. But Carlton didn't mind. That is the way of someone completely engulfed in love.<br/><br/>He felt his hands weaken when she held them, the emotions swimming with his nerves, but still clutched her fingers tightly. She trusted him already. Their story was absurd, but the man of logic didn't see it, not when he was drunk on her nearness. He nodded to her with a promise, and looked to the house when she said she didn't want to be there, anymore, not now. This moment was holy to the undercover agent, as well.<br/><br/>"You don't have to." Be anywhere you don't want.<br/><br/>Carlton felt alive with the open window and the night. He'd not even had to hide her all that much. People came and went from the commune as they pleased, but their oracle was closely watched. STill no one expected her to be whisked away. She and the king and prince and god of the sect were notable arrivals and departures. A scholar in the bureau had written about the unusual freedom the members of the cult enjoyed, and hypothesized it was a new kind of shackle, which marked a new paradigm in harmful, aggressive totalitarian groups. Carlton knew it well. The only thing it meant to him now was that he got to take a woman who'd sworn her dependency on him on their first real meeting. They were both victims of her loveliness without knowing it.<br/><br/>He pulled the hood he'd loaned her from her head. She had a right to see the road, and no one was watching anymore. He left a message in a secret place for Tess so she wouldn't worry. It was significant for their mission that he made headway in his relationship with the oracle. In the note he'd simply said he had gained the subject's trust and was now nurturing that bond, and that he would return. Such cold terms seemed a lie now. By no means was she a subject.<br/><br/>"You're safe now, Charlotte. I promise. No one's going to see you." he said and reached over to hold her hand while they took the road ahead. His heart was swelling.<br/><br/>But he had lied. A woman, dainty and lovely, clad in a large hoodie might be somewhat eyecatching anywhere, but her particular brand of radint was hard to miss even in the unflattering light of the only gasstation between them and the city. Carlton had to stop to fill up, and a woman who'd been begging to worship at her feet, who'd drank blood in her presence, saw her. It was of no direct importance, but it would matter later. Carlton moved on without knowing his mistake, taking her to the buildings in the living nightlife that she'd been denied.<br/><br/>"Where would you like to go, Charlotte?" he offered with the city before them.