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The air is humid and heavy; it's getting harder to breathe with the passing seconds. How long has it been going on? At this point someone could tell him a century had passed and he probably wouldn't question it. His legs had gone numb.
"You've become rather quiet. Why? Out of voice already?"
"..-Shut up.." He really doesn’t have any extra energy lying around to deal with this man's (Horror's) shit right now. A choked gasp escaped when a particularly hard thrust hit deep inside him. The other reacted with a low chuckle. Bastard.
"Ah, not hard enough, I see." As if. Sure enough, the man picks up his pace and he's not sure how much longer he could keep up with it. His back arches from effort and stimulation. The other ducks into the crook of his neck, sharp fangs grazed the sensitive skin. "Feeling good, are you?"
He bit down on his tongue to stifle the sounds coming out of him, and the man deliberately keep hitting deeper just to fuck around with him.
"Don't have to feel shy. I'm the only one who can hear you." As if he's not already acutely aware that the castle is very much alive around them.
(That and the somewhat there mental link between him and Zaruba. He can only imagine the sheer chaos within the Makai community over his decision. Alas, there weren't much that he can do otherwise. And he rather lay the blade down on his own neck if it means sparing everyone else.)
(He needs to apologize to Zaruba later for having to deal with this.)
"Hah--" His hip twitches. It's hot. The thrusts are hard enough to rock his entire body. Reaching up and back to hook his arms around the other's neck, trying to keep his balance while technically perched on the man's lap. Clawed hand drags across his skin, leaving red streaks up the length of his naked body.
He sucked in a sharp inhale when the hand went up to his chest to pinch a nipple before flattening out to grab a handful of his breast. A faint annoyance starts to build up when the hand kept squeezing.
"Did they grow?"
"..-Like hell they did."
More squeezing. "Really?" Another pinch. "I don't think so."
"Stop that. And no, they won't magically grow even if you keep on doing that." He worded that out through gritted teeth. A flat hum replies. A second hand joins the first one.
"They feel nice." Like that would change his mind.
"To you." The hands went on with their apparent activity, alternating with pinches and scratches.
"Hm? The way you're reacting down there seem to say a different thing." The other gave a hard tug to drive his point across. A sharp jolt travelled through him, involuntarily clenching around the other. "See?"
"--Enough with that." Any more and he'll burst.
"I don't see any need to hold back." And the man had the audacity to punctuate that with another hard thrust.
"--Aah!" And another. "Nn--" And another.
The arms wound tighter around him, claws digging into his flesh, keeping him from inching away. Low growls reached him. For a moment, it felt as if his soul dissociated from his body. A breathless gasp and he was violently pulled back in. He bodily collapsed into the other with a shudder. "..-?" A curt snicker replied.
"..And how many was that? Fifth?"
"Whose fault did you think that was.." He's drained, both literally and figuratively. Even with his endurance - he's hitting his limit.
The hold around him loosens. The hands move down to his waist, lifting him off of the other's lap, depositing him onto the mattress.
(He tries not to dwell on the apparent sense of loss that follows, like the man had carved out a part of him and filled it back up with himself, and would otherwise be left empty.)
"You're good?"
A blink. "It feels...odd." A flat hum came in return. Tired, sluggish, heavy. Dull pain from his waist down. A void in his chest. He half registers the man flipping him around, settling between his legs.
"That seemed to shorted your brain quite a bit." The clawed hands are back on him; running up his bare thighs. His legs twitched, feeling somewhat ticklish.
"What are you doing?"
"Hm? What, you think I was done?" What? Then it hit him. He's still—
His thoughts were abruptly cut short when the man hooked his hands under his knees, pushing them up.
"--Wait--Aah!" The rough reentry knock the wind out of him, promptly tensing up when his entrance spasmed from overstimulation.
"..-Ease out a bit, will you?" The other said in between grunts. It took a while to pass, back arching as the man slides deeper. "You ought to be used to it by now."
"..Who would with something that big.." The other pulled out almost entirely.
"Oh? Are you admitting defeat then?" And thrusts back in hard enough that the bed creaks from the force. Bastard.
"--In your dreams-" His rebuttal decidedly lacks bite with how breathless he sounds.
A chuckle replies. "Still biting back, even when-" The man snaps back with a harder thrust. "--Your body is-" Harder, deeper. "--Being thoroughly-" And again. "--Plundered like this." By then he's already a writhing, moaning mess; hands twisting into the covers. The build-up is faster than last time. Another thrust and the man somehow reached even deeper. A choked moan escaped him.
"..-Don't--too deep..--"Too hot. His skin is burning and his insides are melting down. The low growls return as the man went on. He peeked upwards through his lashes - there's a predatorial edge to those glowing white eyes. A tongue briefly flicks out, running over sharp fangs. He gasped helplessly.
(What has he gotten himself into?)
(He's being devoured by this demon. The demon to whom his soul is bound to for eternity and beyond.)
The white is a somewhat odd contrast to the man's dark eyes in his untransformed state.
"What are you thinking about?" The man's voice barely reached him, words floating through his clouded mind, not quite making sense of them.
The other bent forward, ducking into the crook of his neck while simultaneously driving into him. He reflexively arches into the other's hard body. He can feel the length of a long tail wrapping itself around him, keeping him in that position. Claws dug into his hip in a bruising grip.
The man's pace is growing more erratic.
He stared past the other's broad shoulders; scarlet wings flared and fell around them like a cloak. Almost as if the man is trying to absorb him in.
(He's close.)
A violent shudder passed through his entire body before tensing. It hit him hard enough his vision momentarily blacks out from the sheer intensity. He subconsciously clenched around the other, riding the high.
A deep, guttural sound reached him. Then searing heat flooded deep inside him and he couldn't help but moans, pressing harder into the one above him.
Everything passed like a massive storm, leaving silence in its wake as the dark clouds gradually clears.
The other straightens up a bit, peering down on him, then huffed out a brief chuckle.
"You actually came dry after spilling out so much."
"..Shut up..-" He's barely holding onto his consciousness as it is. "-..I'm still just a human, not a beast."
"Whatever you say, Golden Knight." A shift and the man pull out. And he's left acutely aware that something is leaking out of him along with the feeling of being overstuffed.
"..How much did you emptied in me?"
"Why? Too much? Or not enough?" The man snickers over his tired grumble. "I'd say somewhere enough to put a dozen into you."
Mild dread creeps into him. "Don't make unfunny jokes." The man tilts his head sideway while eyeing him.
"Are you scared? Or perhaps..-" A claw traced a line down his belly, "--Did something hit a little too close to home?"
The dread grew. He averted his eyes to a faraway point. The man must've found them out through Rian's memories that time.
(To think that he was the one to ultimately end up in a similar circumstance - just how much more ironic can it be.)
"Don't worry, you won't, at least not without some troublesome adjustments." The explicit implication that it is possible weighs upon him.
(What'll happen to him next?)
His consciousness gradually slips away with dread still curling in his chest, and the other's form wrapped around him.