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A head covered in a mess of black hair peeked over a metal barrier quickly enough before disappearing and coming back and over along with the rest of the cloaked body of a tan skinned woman. Landing on the other side the dusty cloaked figure knelt upon the pavement, training a rifle upon the air before her. With a sigh of relief, Vivian stood while lowering her rifle as she scanned the immediate area. Her hazel eyes focused on the cracked concrete of the sidewalk where many of the buildings of the dead street were still intact. Many of them were worn, but at the very least they still stood. They could either contain a treasure cove of loot to be shared with the survivors of the mist, or a den full of monsters. She couldn't be too sure from the outside, nothing obvious popped out, no tell-tale signs of monsters inhabiting the buildings, but she needed to know in general how many monsters were in the area. It was her job as a scout to make a rough estimate as to whether or not an area could be reclaimed, and whether or not it was even worth it in the end. Many places that had been suddenly devoid of monsters were typically also equally devoid of anything salvageable, but it never hurt to look and that was what she was here for. Vivian would be swift and quiet as a feather. She would be in and out of the building without a problem, and if she met a problem then she would certainly find a use for her rifle. Vivian found more comfort in the barrel of her rifle than in the little of what she knew of magic, who needed that when a good bullet between the eyes killed anything? Without another thought she began making her way towards the buildings, the mist of the dead streets parting, her body shuddering as she drew her cloak tightly in.

Vivian took her time walking across the street. Her eyes were constantly checking from corner to corner of the dead streets she wandered, nothing coming out of the various cars that had been abandoned, nothing coming out of the sewers or alleys; all was quiet. The radio at her side wasn't making a single blip or sound, so she knew there weren't any oddities around, but she wouldn't be caught off guard. Without a doubt the creatures within the mists made her skin crawl. Everything from werewolves to creatures like cuttlefish flying through the sky had appeared ever since the red moon hit, even humans themselves had been changed, but no one had been ready for the onslaught, no one could have been prepared for claw and fang, tendril and scales, no one at all. Now humans were left to fend for themselves in sectioned off corners of the city, away from the dead streets. Scouts and Hunters were tasked with reclamation, the time was now and there was no need to fear the darkness, even though there were still so many things uncertain. With a sigh, she brushed aside the errant thoughts in her head and made her way inside the building through a door that had been wrenched open. Peeking inside she saw nothing but darkness and so she flicked a light upon her belt and stepped through and into the dark of the abandoned building.

The building on the inside was much larger than she had first thought. There were crates and containers of various sizes stacked up high as far as she could see, creating a small maze for her to navigate. It unnerved her to be on the lowest ground of a floor and so she clambered onto one of the metal containers to have a look around. From where Vivian stood, she could see that most of the crates and containers in the warehouse had been broken open and were for the most part empty, great gashes separating wood and metal. With a sigh she dropped down from the container she stood on, heading further into the maze in hopes of finding something worthwhile among the broken crates and shattered containers. Perhaps deeper in she'd find something worthy of her time or at the very least a rat to shoot, but the further she went in, the quieter it seemed to grow. It was strange how eerily quiet it was, odd how she just seemed to be going around the same few crates over and over again. Her eyes then narrowed as she stopped in her tracks. She felt over the radio at her hip and realized that it was buzzing. Carefully she scanned the surfaces of the crates with her flashlight trained upon them. Suddenly she saw a shimmer and she took aim, firing immediately. The illusion was broken then, a great shape in the darkness flying from where she had just shot, her bullet flying off into the distance of the now near empty warehouse. She could see the metal container which she had been standing on, but that maze had disappeared. Shaking her head clear she cursed quietly, looking around for the source of the illusion. A basilisk had nearly had her, and now it was hiding again in the darkness, either waiting for the chance to strike or to build up another illusion.

At the sound of heavy steps at her side and hissing she turned only to see the darkness before her, but again she fired, the loud crack of her gun sounding off, and again the creature leaped from nothingness, she wouldn't be fooled. There it stood before her, four crystalline blue eyes illuminated in the darkness upon an olive scaled reptilian creature standing on all fours with a long powerful tail, with an extended neck that seemed to snake around as it tried to make eye contact with her. It hissed and sharp fangs as it began to circle her slowly. She kept her rifle trained upon it, looking at its legs rather than its eyes. She knew how the damn creature's magic worked. Eye contact would seal the deal, and she knew it. She hadn't however, expected the creature to have such speed to it along with the power. Those fangs would surely make quick work of any makeshift armor she had underneath the cloak she wore, and soon enough she'd need to reload. Again she tried to fire off another shot, but the creature dodge leaped to the side, hissing as it suddenly charged her. She threw herself out of the way just as it paused, their eyes meeting in the peripheral.

At that moment she felt the world grow extremely cold, her head at the same time suddenly growing warm and fuzzy. Her arms refused to move and her legs locked upon her, time slowing as the creature began turning fully towards her eyes. Before control was completely wrested from her she bit hard upon her lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. Her world was brought back to speed in a snap, the basilisk barreling towards her before she threw herself out of the way, her rifle sent skittering off the ground and away from her reach. Cursing in Spanish she brought her pistol out from beneath her cloak, turning just as the creature was leaping out in the air. Again their eyes met and the world began to freeze, but before her mind locked her arms up she brought her gun up and fired off a single shot before suddenly her limbs could not move anymore. The bullet glanced off the shoulder of the creature as it reared towards her, hissing, but their eyes meeting there, her own hazel staring deep into those crystalline eyes. She was caught.

The basilisk stood there now, forked tongue flicking at the air as it stared into her eyes. It almost seemed to take some sort of sick enjoyment at the fact that she was caught under its spell. Now her guns seemed like pathetic toys as her pistol clattered to the ground, but even if she had known more advanced magic she still wouldn't have been able to prevent the illusion, but what she could do was to fight furiously for control of her mind. Rather than focus on what was happening on the outside, she focused inward upon the creeping cold that seemed to encroach further upon her mind. With a shudder her body suddenly warmed, her fingers able to move at least as she brought up her mental walls against that cold, the beast hissing then as it approached her. Even with her mental walls against the basilisk's influence, she couldn't move and even as the reptilian creature's maw was right at her head. It seemed to croon and coo as it towered over her and even though their gazes were pulled apart and the spell began to loosen, she could still feel the grip of the creature's mind upon her own.

Vivian became curious at the creature's sudden examination of her. It began to chirp and let other strange noises from that sharp maw as it looked her up and down, eyes flicking back to hers occasionally to strengthen the spell. At the very least she wouldn't be dying while trying to unravel the bonds of the beast inside of her mind. It was then that the beast raised a clawed forepaw to bat aside her cloak, revealing the makeshift armor underneath. It then opened its maw wide, fangs on display, her own mind in a panic as it suddenly bit down upon her armor, but rather than going straight through, it tore apart at her armor and clothing alike, tearing it to ribbons and leaving her standing there mostly nude, her chest and shapely thighs exposed to the cool air. She cursed and cursed mentally, but she could not get a hold of her body's movements except for a few twitches of her fingers. If the basilisk was a male then she knew exactly what it wanted, and what she would become if she did not get out of this situation soon enough.

Vivian could feel her body growing warmer, a surge of pleasure hitting her mental walls like a waterfall, but she did her best to ignore it and she grit her teeth instead, her body allowed to feel and move only as the creature desired. Soon she found her body moving on its own, knees buckling, her hands touching the hard floor of the warehouse, and her hips raised on high. Frustrated with the lack of control her body had, she tried her best to move and struggle, but instead found herself wiggling her hips for the beast that was lurking behind her. The basilisk mounted her with a low hiss, that reptilian head next to hers as it brought its forearms around her waist, something thick and heated touching at her cunt which could only be the monster's cock. The more she tried to struggle, the more she tried to move her body on her own will, the more she felt a certain pleasure pushing through her body, forcing her to gasp out and shudder, her pussy already dripping with forced desire as the monster brought that thick thing against her crotch to hump and grind against her. Gritting her teeth she allowed her body to be moved in any which way, and instead focused on trying her best to resist the mental hold of the creature. Vivian needed to let the creature believe he had full control of her, perhaps she could lure it into a false sense of security, for now, she would have to endure.

Breathing out, she focused on ignoring the frustration of not being able to control her body, and instead focus on her own mind, at the same time it was difficult to do such a thing when the massive hips of the basilisk behind her were shoving and pushing to her. At this point, she would rather it get it over with. The beast's cock bounced and twitched against her crotch and pussy, every single thrust missing her entrance and only grinding against her or pushing against her thighs and rear. Again it only served to frustrate her, those crystalline eyes watching her own from the side, but she willed herself to focus on other things, allowing the creature to do as it pleased to her body. At her sudden meekness the creature seemed to coo and bring itself back, the tip of its cock sliding against the entrance of her cunt, pushing past her folds and inside of her with a sudden fierce push that took the wind out of her lungs. The bastard hadn't taken away her pain certainly! She could still feel that thick thing stretching her wide and beyond the pain, she could feel hints of pleasure that were certainly not her own. Vivian's mouth opened then to let out moans without her will, her mind struggling to contend with the fog of pain and pleasure that began to encapsulate her. She needed to focus on the creature's actual presence, the cold, the numb feeling that was crashing against her mental walls. She had to remember her studies and actually beat this thing. Like hell she was going to let her body become a breeding nest for basilisk!

Vivian grunted as with every thrust her body jolted forward, her eyes still forced open to gawk at the creature to her side whose gaze stayed upon hers, that long necked craned to ensure their connection remained while it thrust into her with reckless abandon. It had no desire to pleasure her, no desire to make it comfortable, it only had one initiative, to breed. The basilisk began hissing as its cock swelled inside of her, growing even further, that strange foreign shape causing her to whimper and shudder. That was when she realized that her own reactions were coming back to her. Her own whimpers and grunts of discomfort were sounding off, her body was shuddering on its own, but the basilisk didn't seem to notice. Was it cocky? Was it so sure that she wouldn't be able to do anything underneath it? Still, she pretended to comply, keeping her body underneath the beast as it pounded to her pussy again and again with vigorous and powerful thrusts. Again she felt the pangs of pleasure, but this time she wasn't sure if they were her own or if the beast had her fully looped inside of that mental noose. She let out a shuddering moan and in reply the basilisk let out a roar. Gasping out she felt her head suddenly pushed to the floor by a powerful claw, her cheek pressed against the cold hard floor of the warehouse as the beast continued to push that curved cock inside of her pussy.

The monster's cock was far too long and thick for her to handle. Even with her body reacting positively in some ways with her pussy clenching and growing further wet, she could still feel it stretching her far too wide, her pussy only able to handle so much as the beast pounded furiously to her. Already she could feel hot pre dripping against her insides, a feeling which was neither comforting nor terrible. At the same time she could feel the beast's hold upon her mind weakening, the creature fully focused on breeding her. Her eyes were suddenly able to move and she noticed that the beast wasn't looking into her eyes, instead, it was focused on dominating her like a bitch, hissing and trilling as it brought more of that thick thing inside of her.

Vivian gasped out and grit her teeth again as she felt yet again more of that cock stuff her. Just how much of it was left before the creature would fully bottom out inside of her? At the moment she could feel the tip of the beast's cock push past her deepest reaches, her insides growing hotter and hotter by the second as the beast continued to grind and slam inside of her. The basilisk was so confident in its strength that it seemed to entirely forget to moderate her mind, to keep her still and meek, she could struggle at the moment, she could feel herself move, but rather than doing that she kept still as if she were still under the pressure of the creature's mental control. The strength of the beast atop of her had her second guessing making her move right then and there, the cock inside of her making it difficult to think and difficult to move as that curved slick tip pushed past her cervix and touched at her womb. At this sudden sensation she shuddered and winced, pain and pleasure in spades hitting her like rocks. In her mind she cursed in several shades of Spanish, wishing so badly she could act already, but she needed to wait for the beast to finish, for it to get off of her so she could move without worry of being crushed underneath the weight of the basilisk.

A shiver lanced up her spine as she heard the beast within her roar again, the air shaking as it suddenly brought those hips against her roughly, that thick thing pushing as deep as it could go inside, her pussy sore from the rutting she had been taking this entire time. It was then that she felt a flood of far too thick warmth flow inside of her, that cock suddenly swelling for some reason, her insides tightening on that cock, her eyes growing wide as she gasped out her insides being pumped full of load after load of seed that would certainly make sure she would get pregnant if she didn't get back to base to get a bit of medical help.

For what felt like hours the beast crooned and hissed above her, while her pussy was pumped full of that thick stuff, her mind her own, and her body her own by this time since the creature was fully engulfed in its own indulgence and pleasure. When it finally pulled out of her she collapsed to the floor as if she had been fully defeated. She could hear the beast snort and felt it nudge at her side as with that powerful snout to roll her over onto her back. As it inspected her she felt its snout brush against her thigh. That was when she brought her leg back to smash her booted foot upon the thing's face, her eyes open and looking away for her pistol which was nearby. Vivian had caught the thing in the eyes and so it reared back, hissing and whining out as it clawed the air before its face. She moved to get her gun, sliding across the ground to pick up the pistol and turn to fire off a shot into the disgruntled creature. With a wet pop, the bullet landed square in one of the basilisk's eyes. It let out a trill roar and as she fired again it turned tail to run, bullet glancing off of its thick tail. It ran away into the darkness just as she got up and made a dash towards the exit.

Vivian drew her cloak against her body with, panting as she ran, her insides still full of that disgusting cum that permeated her body with a certain warmth. At the very least the beast had left her radio and cloak intact. When she was back out on the dead streets she made her way to the metal barrier, turning her head just in case the beast was following her, but it seemed as though she had managed to scare it off. With a sigh, she moved to lean against the metal barrier, her body covered in sweat as she tried to calm her thumping heart from the situation. If that basilisk had been a bit more clever, then she would have been stuck there as the slave of some sort of monster. Shuddering she turned to jump and grip at the top of the gate, clambering over it and falling over the side with a grunt. She would have plenty to report about that area, and plenty to be embarrassed about. At the very least she would be able to go home and get something to prevent the creature's seed from sticking, and at the worst, she had to explain that she had been fucked nearly senseless by the reptilian cock of a basilisk. What a wonderful day on the dead streets.