She had come like a winged insect to the maw of a scented, flesh eating flower. And set herself down prettily in the digestive sap. Kuram had become good at internalizing his little victories and not let them show, but she was making it hard by coming to him so easily. He enjoyed what contact she let him have initially, and had missed kissing her also. He could sense that her body took to the little contact. She was forgetting her skin's need of caress in all that was happening. He was about to remind her, and built it into addiction. Strong dependence can heal the wounds after any sleight. She tasted innocent. It might not always be her flavor.<br/><br/>"I can't be there, not like this." he answered her. Aside from playing the double role of good scythe and struggling boyfriend, listening to Klause was also mind-numbingly boring. It might be the greatest threat to Kuram's schemes, the other male's dull voice and  do-gooder act. He wondered how well the pristine would-be leader remained after a douse of Juniper's hormones, expressed through her pretty features when she was being run through by someone elses cock. So it was in Kuram's interest to hold on to her, she'd like that, as though the floor was an illusion, and he'd fall right through without her. This strife, strangely, was going to bring them closer. They were hip deep in misery, and that isolated them, which made them soldiers among enemies. She thought she was his strength, but she had only him to rely on for this too.<br/><br/>He shook his head, ever the wilting boy now, when she suggested the others could help. Then he'd have to give up his advantage of knowing their plans if they sidelined him. He'd rather keep up to date and stay right in the heart of everything. Juniper was going to help him, and it became clear when she saw his state, and realized she had to protect him, help him. He touched his hand to his lips in a gesture of apology for his failing body, but really he had to conceal a the ghost of a grin. He held on to her shoulder. She wasn't pushing him away anymore. He shook his head in mock disgust at the images her questions conjured.<br/><br/>"I-it... I can't." he said and turned away from her, pushing beyond her to escape. He tripped himself and fell on his knees on the floor. He coughed with frustration and then turned, grabbing her hips and then pushed her back to the wall, fingers clawing at her clothes. "I'm sorry... I try to resist but all it wants is to have more. To do that again..." she would know he was talking about what had happened behind the arcade. "It's better, isn't it?" he drew on a mask of thin hope, like he was a naive child too, hoping to make things right through idealistic methods. "It's better than it wanting to kill, right?" he started undoing her clothes, as though the work was automatic, pulling at the cloth to bare her.<br/><br/>"It wants to abuse you, Juni." he had tears in his eyes. He spoke with wide lips so she could be reminded of the gravity of it all when she saw flashes of his black tongue. "Please, just a little. You can resist if you want, just don't scream." he let some of his in-house madness spread to his eyes. It felt good to show her more of his true self.  His hands started ripping her clothes. It was so practical at first, simply targeting what items protected her cunt. When he stood he'd catch her neck again, and beat the back of her head against the wall firmly. Contrary to what he'd said, the hand that kept her neck in place then simply slapped over her mouth to keep her quiet, anyway. The other took out his cock.<br/><br/>"Just... I think you'll like it if you relax." he said as his massive cock kissed the low of her belly.