All you went down here was for another expedition. So, how exactly did you find yourself in this situation? Honestly, god knows.

The Crooked, or 'Bob' as you nicknamed him, was originally simply your adversary. Someone who made your trip on the Hadal Blacksite far harder. But here you both were now: fucking. And you've BEEN fucking for the past... what felt like three hours now. Bob's been... VERY sexually pent-up, being the most human creature he knew of down in the abandoned laboratory and all. So he hasn't taken his hands off you since you both started... however it was that you two started. You couldn't fully remember with the lustful haze clouding your mind.

Unsurprisingly, Bob's taken favor of your cunt. He's tried all three of your holes - ass, mouth, and pussy. But there was something about that tight channel of yours that just drove him feral. How many times you two had both came was uncountable, at least to you - and you could feel yourself getting close already. And with the harsh throbbing of the thick member slamming into you, you could tell Bob was too.

Guttural growls and groans from Bob, mixed with the whimpers and moans from you, filled the room. Surprisingly, none of the creatures that called the Blacksite home had come to figure out what was making all that sound - then again, maybe they knew pretty well what those sounds were and simply didn't want to walk into something they'd regret seeing. But that was one of your last thoughts, because you were too busy enjoying yourself to think about anything except the throbbing pleasure.