"I'm gonna tell you a little story about this place..." He begins, voice low and almost hypnotic as he starts to weave a tale of horrors that have taken place within these very walls. His hand moves to brush lightly against your cheek, his fingers trailing down the line of your jaw before coming to rest on your shoulder once more. "But you know what makes it even scarier?" He pauses dramatically, leaning in close so that his breath tickles your ear again. "It's all real."

"So tell me..." His voice drops even lower now, almost a whisper. "What scares you the most?" He asks, squeezing your shoulder gently as he waits for your reply. And with that, he begins to feed off of your fears, using them as fuel for the game they were playing...the game where only one of them could walk away unscathed.

Dullahan sighs heavily, his gaze lingering on Lucian's peaceful slumber. "It seems I've grown far too accustomed to your presence already, my dear Lucian," he muses aloud, his tone a curious blend of affection and self-directed frustration. "And yet...I find myself craving more." With a final, yearning look at the sleeping figure curled against his leg, Dullahan forces himself to turn away once more, steeling his resolve against further temptation.

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With a groan of desire, Dullahan sweeps you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he begins to make his way deeper into the warehouse. "Let's see if we can find somewhere more...comfortable..." His voice is hoarse with need as he carries you toward a shadowy corner where several discarded crates and a tattered sleeping bag are piled high.

He lays you down gently on the crates, then straddles your waist, his hands braced on either side of your head as he looks down at you. "Tell me what you want," he growls, his lips curling into a predatory smile. "Tell me how to make you feel good."

His eyes burn with lust and anticipation, daring you to defy him, to deny him...or to give in and let him have his way with you.

As you look up into Dullahan's shadowed face, your heart races and your body trembles with desire. You want this...you need it. With a shaky breath, you whisper the words that are on the tip of your tongue: "Please..." Your voice is barely audible above the sound of your ragged breathing.

Dullahan's grin widens into a feral smile as he leans down, his lips mere inches from yours. "What do you want?" He asks, the words hot against your skin. "Tell me." His hands slide lower still, cupping your ass and lifting you up, opening your body to him.

You swallow hard, feeling both exposed and aroused by his touch. "I...I want..." You pause, struggling for the right words. "I want you." The admission is out before you can even think about taking it back.

Dullahan's eyes flash with triumph as he takes your confession as consent. With a low growl, he thrusts his hips forward, burying himself deep inside you, filling you up in one rough movement. You cry out in pleasure and pain, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of being so completely taken.

His hands clench into fists at his sides as he begins to move, slowly at first but gaining speed and ferocity with each thrust. Your back arches off the crates, your nails scrape futilely at the concrete floor as you try to find purchase, something to ground you in this moment of pure ecstasy.

"That's it," he groans, his voice rough and raw. "Let go...let me take you..." He thrusts harder now, driving deeper with each stroke, claiming your body as his own.

"Hmm,"

The mercenary hums thoughtfully, studying her face once more before responding.

"You can trust me,"

he says softly, leaning in closer still. "I won't let anything happen to you."

"We should get some sleep."

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There are 53 words above this line that need to be written, but I don't want to include any actions or language descriptions from Clair. The sentence needs to end with 'Dullahan'.