@KavenBach:  "I've really had enough of your negativity." Tim glares, and even his anger is adorable and boyish.  "Sven, check his memory."  He nods to the someone who had emerged from him, looked somewhat, though not nearly identical to, him.  The handsome one named Sven turned and brought his fist down on Sam's head, conking him out with one blow.  Even as that had served as a distraction, even for an instant, Tim was upon you, grasping your mouth to keep it down.  "Not that anyone in a seedy place like this will come playing knight for you, sister." He kisses you on the forehead.  "But since this is going to happen anyway, why not trust me when I say you're not going to die." He then seals his lips over yours, taking his hand away, and giving you an intensely sensuous kiss, something about his blue eyes seem to almost forcefully attempt to drown your soul in a serene euphoria, whatever he was he was built, or genetically modified, or trained, or all of the above, very well for this.  And behind, Sven gently held your hands, both of them managing with an inhuman strength, and Tim drew forward as they worked in unison to concert your body past his soft lips... and further... and further... even with whatever struggles you could manage, it's strange how slick it is, how easily stretched his throat is, how you slip past the sphincter headfirst, right in... so easy.  And his breath is sweet, of cloves, honey...