Max offers an olive branch. Or a leash, of sorts.

Max grinned as he looked down at Crimson, making direct eye contact. His eyes glazing over with lust.

As Random sat there in paralysis, a slow grin spread across Max's mouth. "Yes, you can't have her. And there's nothing you can do about it," Max repeated. There was a long pause before he added innocently, "unless you want to belong to me too."

"W-what," Random cried.

"I'm not an unkind god," Max said humbly, "Make no mistake, your sister belongs to me now." Max pushed Crimson's head down further onto his cock to emphasize the point, making her gasp through her nose. Crimson makes a show of struggling and looking up at him pleadingly as though her air supply was being cut off, and Max made it a point not to notice.

"I...I see," Random said softly.

"But I've been thinking it over. As much as I like to put on a show, I'd be a poor entertainer if my audience didn't have a good time. And more than that, I respect when a man can be honest with himself, like when he can admit to himself that he's a bitch freak." Max's eyes shine with malice and lust, even as they remain glazed over. Something was very wrong here.

He continued, "Make sure I'm putting on a good show, and I'll help you grow as a man. I want to help us both, Random, but it's in your hands now. Make a pact with me."

The word "pact" set off an alarm bell in Random's head. "What did you just say?"

Max sighs and rolls his eyes, though not without amusement. "A deal? A promise? A pact, Random. Make a pact with me."

Ever since joining himself to Crimson, the word pact had...gravitas, and Random knew it from first-hand experience. Was this going to be a demonic pact? Did Crimson have some part in this?

With great ****, Random says, "What kind of...'pact'?"

Before answering, Max grabbed Crimson's hair and pulled her head up along his shaft. As soon as his cock came free with a little pop, Crimson cried out in pain. She continued to lick at and suck Max's dickhead, and she groaned and gasped as Max yanked her hair. Crimson continued to please his cock, and Random realized Max held Crimson back from taking him into her mouth. The sound felt very loud in the confines of the empty bus.

Satisfied that the sensation of his dick being tongue lashed and the sound of Crimson squealing and sloppily giving him head has set the appropriate mood, Max finally answers. "You let me fuck your little sister whenever the fuck I feel like. Each time I do, you watch, you try to get off."

Shocked at such a brazen demand, Random sat there in shock, trying to process what Max was demanding of him. Max indulges Random's shock for time, smirking arrogantly. The only sounds are the sound of the bus and Crimson slurped loudly on Max's cock.

After a moment, Random managed a bewildered, "W-what?"

Apparently, this was the exact reaction Max was hoping for. He smiles a wolf's smile. "You heard me. Your sister. I fuck. You watch. You get off. This is as much about your own sexual awakening as it is for my entertainment, Random. Hell, I know that you don't know how to use that fuck stick properly, so I'll even give you a little something to help you out while you're doing it."

The implication was far from clear, but Random looked down to Crimson. She managed to turn her head to look over her shoulder at him, her lips clearly around Max's cock and pushing into her cheek. She made a show of struggling against Max to get it out of her mouth, and she maintained character as she cried out, "No, Random! Please don't! I don't want to be his...plaything!"

Her eyes were glowing intensely with a particularly infernal shade of red. Randomknew something was wrong. Crimson must have had a hand in making Max feel...generous, as disgusting as his "generosity" would be. 'Take the deal,' she demanded telepathically. The **** of it was like a slap in the face. He didn't know what was happening, but he was...compelled. It was like he couldn't do anything else until he fulfilled the command. It was the strangest thing. He wanted to obey Crimson's order, but he couldn't bring himself to the level of degradation of being some voyeur for Max.

Random tried to refuse. To spite Crimson. To defy Max. To preserve his sense of sanity. For anything but to become a puppet in this twisted little game.

'Take the deal,' Crimson repeated more forcefully, the message coming as a growl.

This time Random really had ****. "I...accept," he uttered.

Max grinned broadly, his eyes still glazed. "Atta boy!"