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			    Chapter Forty-Five

   The light in the Scarlet Chamber hovered at a perpetual twilight. The
actual door hung within a simple wooden frame, anyone could get past it by
just going around it. But there was no honor in that. One had to be
invited, chosen as it were by the Furies themselves (the source of the
keys), who many believed served the god Chagidiel: the master of sexuality,
the bringer of perversions, and the patron saint of cannibalism. Whether
there was any truth to this myth had yet to be answered. However, Chagidiel
was revered within the school of necromancy, and his practitioners knew
anatomy and physiology greater than any other souls on Wynwrayth. In fact,
The Book of Chagidiel was a forbidden tome in practically every kingdom in
the world. But, this had not stopped Alexi from plumbing its many secrets.
   Kian carried Alexi over the threshold, and at first, the entire world
seemed to drop away. Then all sounds from the room behind them vanished,
even though light from the room filtered through black drapes that (from
this side) looked especially translucent. Alexi stared back over Kian's
shoulder and through the frame at the source of the last gasp of outside
light. He saw girls talking (many cried in fact) as Kian took Alexi of all
people into what many believed was a sacred place, and their voices and
thoughts considered him undeserving. In particular, Headmaster Boritsi's
face bore a peculiar and wicked smile that he'd never seen before...as if
that mighty necromancer knew something...a dark secret about this place and
had told no one.
   And now silence, eerie and stifling, surrounded them. In fact, the only
sound that Alexi heard was the jingle of Kian's spurs, their breathing, and
the "creak" of the floorboards beneath Kian's glossy booted feet.
   That's when he felt the powerful magic inside this room. It flooded in
upon him like a crashing wave and stifled his breath. Alexi's eyes stared
in awe at the walls as they transformed into gray stone blocks before his
eyes. Dozens of candles on the floor burst into flame all of their own
accord, illuminating a mattress with no sheet. The thing looked soiled and
dirty, stained with dried semen and blood. Beyond the candlelight, gloom
swallowed animated shadows, and he heard a clattering as of teeth clicked
one on top of another. There were multiple corridors that descended into
darkness, all made of stone, and here and there a roach scurried between
empty pewter cups.
   Kian set Alexi down on his back and climbed atop him, all lean body, and
hard metal. He pulled off his helmet to reveal that sculpted sweaty face
and set it next to a statue of the god Chagidiel, and then started to kiss
Alexi's neck, licking the soft pliable skin, and teasing it with his white
teeth.
   Alexi enjoyed the warm caress of Kian's tongue. His hand fell off the
mattress and touched a chunk of bone still bloody on the ends. Horrified,
he held it up in his fingers, which caused Kian to stop and take it from
him, holding it to his nose.
   "This place is kind of weird, but nice," Kian said slowly,
seductively. "I think these rose petals are a little over the top though."
With that he tossed the chunk of bone on the floor, and it rolled to a wall
streaked with blood. Alexi saw old manacles there, bits of fat and flesh
still clung to them. Kian, somehow oblivious to all of this, went down on
Alexi's throat again, untying the strings at the front of his gown in an
effort to guide it down.
   He sees flowers? Alexi thought.
   "Kian," Alexi said, interrupting his lover.
   The assassin stopped and propped himself up on his gauntlets so that he
could meet his gaze. Kian's lovely blond hair hung in sweaty clumps about
his incredible face. "Yeah?" Kian grinned and he moved his left hand down
Alexi's tummy and around to the curve of his hip. "You look so good,
Alexi," Kian whispered, swallowing hard and looking down at him. The bob of
Kian's Adam's apple and the vein on the right side of his neck mesmerized
Alexi.
   "Will you play a game with me? Just a short one," Alexi whispered,
grabbing hold of his glove. "Describe to me what you see."
   "What do I see?" Kian teased, removing his gauntlets. "I see one of the
most beautiful boys I've ever laid eyes upon, black hair that feels like
silk thread," Kian said, "warm brown eyes, and soft skin. I love your
perf—"
   "No," Alexi said, interrupting him. "I-I mean in the room."
   Kian grinned and looked quite puzzled. He glanced around and sucked on
his lower lip for a moment. "Okay, it's not even a room really just a place
on a wooden stage with walls made from black curtains, right? There's this
nice pad on the floor, it's got a white cover, and there's pink rose petals
and a bunch of decorative scented candles." He gestured at the obscene
statue of Chagidiel: a figurine made of brown stone and carved into a
hermaphrodite. The hapless creature bore scars across its chest and back
from scourges lying about its mutilated feet. Long cocks, shaped like
serpents, plugged every orifice, even distending the skin of the
throat. "And there's a little glass vase here with a rose in it. I
assume..." Kian said, touching Alexi's face with his hands as gently as a
baby might touch a caterpillar, "that the rose is for you." Then he played
his thumb along Alexi's lips while his other hand slid off Alexi's gown to
reveal a smooth boyish chest. "Suck my thumb," Kian said, and Alexi
obliged. It felt rough and bony on his tongue and tasted only slightly of
salt. Meanwhile, Kian stared at Alexi's fleshy body, and pinched him here
and there with his long bony fingers. The callouses on Kian's palms coaxed
Alexi's delicate skin into goose pimples; Kian's big hands contained
undeniable strength.
   The boyfriend closed his eyes and moved down the mattress, his sniffer
guiding him to the place that begged to be touched. He lapped at Alexi's
navel and delicately licked the gentle swell of his tummy. Alexi was always
self-conscious of the ponch he had around his waist, but Kian didn't seem
to mind. He pushed it up gently with his fingers and licked the skin
getting ever closer to Alexi's true treasure.
   Alexi heard claws on wood, and a pair of skinless hounds entered from
one of the corridors. They had huge tongues that lolled between canines,
and their eyes glowed scarlet. Slippery with muscle and covered in exposed
red veins, the nightmarish creatures approached the edge of the mattress
and sniffed at Kian. However, they didn't touch him. Then a pair of
waspishly thin demons appeared in the corridor. Each wore black leather
gowns that swept the floor. Their eyes were pools of black oil, and their
skin a jaundiced yellow. They both stood at least seven feet tall, had long
emaciated arms that ended in fingers that looked like penises. One had a
nose at least four inches long and very pointed. The other's was broad and
flat, spanning the entirety of its face. And they each had mouths so wide,
it split their heads almost in half.
   Are these two Furies? He thought. Alexi recognized them from The Book of
Chagidiel. The one with the long nose was called Redcap, the other was
called Talos.
   Redcap spoke first, baritone deep and sinister. "What is this? A prize
of all prizes? Talos, he has about him the love of a god. Which? I'm not
sure yet. No wonder Chagidiel dispatched us. Now that we're here, his god
cannot see. These delights are for our master to savor through us."
   Then Talos spoke, "Never have I seen a male like this. The sexual energy
that we shall harvest from these two is ambrosia upon the air."
   Alexi pinched his eyes closed against the horrors that he saw and tried
to focus on Kian's caresses.
   "You taste so good," Kian said, sliding Alexi's gown down to reveal his
small genitals. Kian gently took them into his mouth, lolling Alexi's small
balls around, and Alexi felt himself get hard. Sweat broke out across his
untoned chest as Kian sucked on his short shaft, careful to cover his teeth
properly. The sound of Kian's slurping careened off the walls.
   "What does this Atlantean see in this transvestite?" Redcap asked.
   "I'm not sure," Talos remarked. He leaned in to sniff at Kian's
hair. "Lovely. Atlantean sweat is so rare these days. And today, we get to
smell that of a prince. His body is without equal, even in our flesh
crafting laboratories. Is he the one?"
   "The last prince," Redcap said. "Yes, he's the one."
   The dogs started to whine and bark. Alexi pushed himself up on his
elbows and stared at them, mouth agape while Kian worked Alexi's dick.
   "Can he see us?" Talos asked. "It looks like the chubby necromancer can
see us."
   "Impossible," Redcap said. "Our magic is too powerful. Only vampires can
see us. He's not a vampire."
   "It has been known to happen. Lianon Pard was a vampire. Enough
necromantic energy gets concentrated in one source, and it turns the living
into the dead."
   "He's not undead. He's not Lianon Pard. Look at how the Atlantean
pleases him. That's the response of the living."
   "Let us see," Talos said. The demon leaned down to just behind Alexi's
ear. Alexi glanced to the right, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of
his face and then corrected his gaze. "Can you see us boy? Nod if you
can. If you hide the truth from us we'll know. Your suffering shall be
legendary, even in hell." Alexi looked at Talos's hair and saw a writhing
mass of leeches dangling from the yellow flesh, opening and closing their
ends like lampreys.
   But Alexi kept his calm. He didn't answer the Fury. "Milbar's
beard...that feels...so good," Alexi forced himself to utter. He was only
partly lying, but the presence of demons unsettled Alexi so much he was
afraid of losing his erection.
   Kian let Alexi's penis and balls slip out of his mouth, kissed Alexi's
glans once quite tenderly, and then he tugged his gown down. "Slip your
legs out," he ordered. Alexi obliged, now wearing only the red and gold
open-toed pumps. With a devilish grin, Kian lifted them to his lips and
(one at a time) took the point of the stiletto heel into his mouth. Then he
sniffed at Alexi's toes, pressing his tongue between them, and over the
fine band of the leather. He looked so cute doing so, like a puppy licking
at his master's feet.
   "Let us play," Talos said. He picked up a cup, and holding one of his
phallus-like fingers over it, he filled it with a stream of pee. "The
prince will be thirsty and need wine." The demon then left it next to the
bed where Alexi lay naked under the armored knight. Alexi tried not to gag
at the smell of the pungent urine.
   Kian set Alexi's left leg down, ran his rough hands over Alexi's belly
and then rolled him over.
   He looked over his shoulder and saw Kian fingering the jeweled butt plug
and smiling.
   "Whose idea was this?" Kian asked Alexi.
   "Paul's," Alexi said, tucking his elbows under his chest. "He thinks the
color matches your eyes."
   Kian arched one blond eyebrow and then positioned Alexi's ass so that it
was up off the mattress. "Can you hold it there?" Kian looked around. "Do
you see a pillow in this room?" He paused for a moment looking at the
goblet. "Is that wine? That's so weird, but I swear that wasn't there a
moment before." Kian reached for it, lifted it to his nose, and
sniffed. "It smells good...has a nice bouquet. I've never been much of a
wine expert so I can't tell you the vintage."
   "Don't drink it," Alexi said.
   This caused both Talos and Redcap to take notice. They stared at Alexi,
with Redcap this time lowering himself to look into Alexi's eyes. One of
the dogs joined him, growling and with a mouthful of teeth only inches from
Alexi's nose. The smell of bloody meat swarmed over him.
   "Why?" Kian asked.
   "I don't want you drunk," Alexi lied.
   "One glass isn't going to get me drunk," Kian remarked, but still he
hesitated.
   Alexi turned his head and Kian saw something in his face, raw emotion
perhaps, but whatever it was made him stop right as he was about to take a
sip. "All right...if you feel that strongly about it." Kian set the goblet
down on the ground and then kissed Alexi on the bare shoulder, letting his
cloak fall about them like a blanket. "I don't need any wine. All I need is
you. You're shivering. Are you cold?"
   Alexi just closed his eyes. "Not with you here."
   Kian sat up again and carefully tugged on the jeweled butt plug. After a
moment, it popped free. "Tethyr's Teeth am I that huge?" Kian asked,
staring at the thing. He set it down and then started loosening his
codpiece and butt tasset only to have Alexi stop him with a hand.
   "That's actually the middle-sized one," Alexi said. "I never worked up
to the one that matches your girth."
   Kian's expression changed when Alexi said that. "M-Maybe we should
stop—" he said only to get cut off by Alexi.
   "Let me worship your feet, my lord," he said. "There's a pleasant
surprise awaiting you if you allow me to do this."
   Kian nodded and emphatically said, "Yes" and "Please." The expression on
his face looked like a boy opening presents for the first time: he couldn't
believe his fortune. "Gods yes. I love having my toes sucked."
   "You do?" Alexi asked.
   Kian grinned. "Only by people who've earned it...who've earned me."
   Alexi found Kian's cockiness charming. The lad of course leaned back
using his hands to support his svelte body. Kian was so tall that he
threatened to fall off the mattress. Alexi moved between Kian's thighs,
which Kian pulled closer into his chest. The assassin watched (mouth
slightly agape) as Alexi worked at the buckles of his shiny boots. Off came
one followed by the other, revealing Kian's corobidian metal
sabatons. These he undid with a special tool that Kian handed him, and once
loosened, Alexi slid them off one after another from his perfect (and very
sweaty) feet.
   Alexi went to work, allowing the aroma of Kian's fresh sweat to fill his
nostrils, and lapped at Kian's pale white skin, between his long bony toes,
and lavishing his high arches and many prominent veins. Alexi made it a
goal to wash Kian's feet with spit. Kian curled his toes half a dozen times
in pleasure, bit his lower lip, and closed his eyes only to open them again
and let out a gentle moan. "Don't stop," Kian whispered. "Don't stop, don't
stop..."
   Next to them, the demons stood transfixed.
   "Have you ever observed such a response?" Talos asked.
   "No," Redcap said. "He responds like his flesh is on fire with
sensation. Enslave the necromancer. I wish to direct him."
   "As you wish," Talos said.
   The tall demon walked over to a wall and chose one among many rusty and
blood-stained manacles attached to heavy iron chains. He walked over to
Alexi, chain dragging on the floor, and then knelt before him. The demon
brushed Alexi's hair out of the way, and Alexi pretended not to notice this
happening as he worshipped Kian's feet. Then the demon bound him about the
neck. The weight of it was heavy and the chain fell to the left side.
   "He is yours to command," Talos indicated.
   "Stop with that licking, turn over, and present yourself to him," Redcap
said, taking hold of the chain.
   Alexi paused and wasn't sure if he was supposed to do anything.
   "Why isn't this working?" Redcap asked. "He should be obeying me without
question. Are you sure he isn't a vampire?"
   Alexi swallowed hard and then looked up at Kian whose eyes had become
narrow slits. "I'm ready now, my lord," he whispered, turning around so
that Kian could see the change that had overcome him.
   Kian sat up and started to loosen his codpiece and butt tassett. He was
briefly interrupted when one of the skinless hounds hopped onto the
mattress and licked Kian's face. This caused Kian to squirm, and he burst
out laughing. "I just had the weirdest sensation," he said. "I felt like I
was being licked by a dog."
   The dog stepped off the mattress and joined the demon, licking his
chops. Alexi said nothing.
   "Okay, focus," Kian said under his breath. He pulled the butt tasset
free and set that with the codpiece on the floor. Both dogs started to lick
at them feverishly, but Kian didn't seem to notice his gear wobbling on the
floor.
   In Kian's right hand plopped a frighteningly large erection. It curved
upward and oozed gobbets of precum from the foreskin while his low-hanging
balls and vein-riddled shaft dripped with sweat. Alexi had seen it before,
but somehow this time its freakish appearance looked impossible,
unforgiving, even punishing.
   "This just got very interesting," Talos said. "See...you must give the
collar time. I sense that this necromancer is more powerful than the
others. It could be that power which frustrates our magic. "Tell him to
take off the knight's chest armor. We wish to see him."
   "Remove his cuirass," Redcap said, gripping the chain.
   Alexi turned and with fumbling fingers he gestured to Kian to help him
get the cuirass of the Timeron knight armor to come loose. After about a
minute, they got it removed (fumbling fingers and all) and Kian set it to
one side, almost knocking over some candles. Kian's chest (under the broad
pauldrons) gleamed in the candlelight. The definition of his muscles, the
"V"-line cuts, and his wormy veins made Redcap and Talos nod approvingly.
   "Touch his chest here," Redcap indicated, squeezing the chain.
   Alexi obliged, sensuously placing his fingers on Kian's chest above the
right nipple. As Alexi drew an invisible line across Kian's sweaty flesh,
Redcap produced a razor amidst his dick fingers and gave Kian a shallow cut
two inches long. Red blood welled immediately from it, and Alexi stared in
horror.
   "Ow!" Kian exclaimed. He looked down and said, "Your nails are sharp."
   Alexi shook his head, wanting to say that he didn't do it.
   Redcap grinned and said, "Lap up the blood." Then he turned to Talos and
remarked, "Let's see if he's a vampire."
   "It's all right," Kian said, touching it gingerly. "I can be a bit of a
bleeder—"
   Alexi placed his mouth over the wound, suctioned down his lips, and
licked. To his surprise, Kian's blood flowed scalding into his mouth. He
expected it to taste a little salty, maybe even have a hint of copper to
it, but he didn't expect to feel a surge of energy...of life...into his
body. He lapped at it for a few seconds, and then he felt it...he felt
Kian's heart beating...and it scared Alexi. Summoning all his willpower, he
forced himself back; a dribble of blood fell across Kian's ripped and very
white torso.
   Stunned silence followed.
   Kian just stared at Alexi, eyes narrow, sweat dripping from his nose.
   From his expression, Alexi knew that Kian was in unfamiliar territory
and perhaps frightened too. Those blue eyes didn't blink for a full ten
seconds. As for Alexi, he fought every urge in his body not to claw into
Kian's flesh in order to make him bleed some more. That life flowing into
his stomach right now felt so good, it made his whole body tingle.
   "See," Talos said. "The necromancer's not a vampire. He would have cut
this Atlantean boy again and again. There's no better blood than an
Atlantean prince. It's the gold standard of food, as are their bodies,
especially true of the males. Atlantean steaks were very popular among the
cannibals of the Barbarian Lands of Kerr. Those people knew how to properly
salt a ham."
   "There's so much sexual power in this one. Last of the Atlantean
princes...let's see him fuck." Redcap said. He took hold of the chain,
rattled it, and said, "Present your butt to him. Let him take you."
   Alexi fell forward on the mattress, his elbows tucked under his chest,
and arched his butt for Kian to gaze upon. That started to bring the randy
assassin back from wherever he'd gone.
   Alexi looked over his shoulder and saw Kian blink incomprehensibly at
him, and then (as the lust once again took over) Kian kneaded the mounds of
Alexi's fleshy ass with his fingers. "This is crazy," he whispered. "You've
got a thin layer of skin over your arsehole. It wasn't there before."
   "It's a hymen," Alexi told him. "It's what happened because I licked
your feet. It can happen only once, because I'm a virgin and you're a
golden. It means I'm ready for you, and that I'm giving you something
pure. Something only you deserve."
   Kian teased Alexi's boy hole with his tongue, which made Alexi squirm
with pleasure. It felt so sensitive that even his breath brushing against
it raised the hairs on his neck.
   Kian spit in his hand, then carefully slid his foreskin back to reveal
the whiteness of his dickhead. The huge mushroom-shaped piece of meat
dripped clear fluid from a stretched out urethra. Kian pressed it to
Alexi's sphincter, and Alexi closed his eyes against the intense
pressure. When Kian ripped into him thirty seconds later, Alexi opened his
mouth trying desperately to relieve the burn, but he failed. That's when he
screamed and tears fell down his cheeks. The pain was intolerable...it felt
like he was being sawed apart...and Kian didn't seem to care. The blond boy
leaned forward on his arms (as if preparing for push-ups) and thrust his
bony and ruthless hips like living punishment.
   "Stop!" Alexi yelled, but Kian had no intention to do so. If anything he
plunged harder and with more urgency, digging in his toes to get more
leverage for his wiry body. He gripped Alexi by the hair, brushed it over
one ear, and then bit Alexi on the earlobe.
   "Just a little more...I'm almost inside," Kian grunted; the smell of
mint, leather, and grass strong in Alexi's nostrils.
   "Stop please!" Alexi begged, making claws with his hands. He tore the
cover on the mattress; Kian plowed Alexi's head into the bed. "You're
hurting me..."
   "Push out...pretend like your takin' a bloody shite. That's it..." Kian
groaned. "You wanted this. Now bloody take it!" Kian grunted and slammed
the weight of his body down.
   And then he felt his sphincter tear; Kian's glans slip inside him.
   The demons grinned in pleasure, and Alexi felt stuffed to the point of
bursting. The only thing he could compare it to was a turd of incredible
thickness; it felt, hard, unyielding, and somehow crawled deeper into his
guts the more he tried to shove it out with his bowel.
   He had a monster inside him. The albino snake invaded, impaled,
skewered, and crushed. It ripped him to pieces.
   Alexi's small flabby body stood no chance against Kian's six foot one
frame of muscle, sinew, and vein. This beautiful lover unleashed upon the
sissy boy a horrific tide of agony that burned white hot in his mind; a
flared-knuckled grip hinted at the forces Kian brought to bear on Alexi's
ass. This twelve-inch horse cock would not be denied.
   "Ahhhh!" Alexi sobbed. "Stop it...please...Kian...it hurts!"
   Kian clutched Alexi by the chin, rapture flowing across his face, and
slid his hand down to Alexi's neck (now slippery with stress sweat) and
squeezed him, choking off Alexi's breath. "It'll get better. Just shut up
and let me work. Trust me. Gods...you're so tight..."
   "Look at the blood. There's so much," Talos said approvingly.
   Redcap nodded in agreement. "The Atlantean is an artiste. He paints with
his brush and his canvas is flesh."
   Kian thrust and pulled out, then thrust inward again; Alexi felt his
guts rupture. It hurt so much as Kian pummeled him in the intestine, and he
looked over his shoulder only to see that at maximum depth, Kian was
probably only four inches in.
   "Fuck," Alexi gasped, hallucinating some because of the
hypoxia. "Kian...I can't breathe..."
   It only made him squeeze harder. At one point Alexi blacked out for a
few seconds. "I'm staying pretty shallow," Kian said as Alexi regained
consciousness. "Is the pain getting any better?"
   Alexi lied and shook his head in delirium, still cautious of their
demonic audience. "Yes, I'm fine," he said through clenched teeth. "Use my
body; I'm your slave."
   "You sure?" Kian asked, now holding his athletic body rigid and in a
plank. He had one hand on the mattress and the other spreading Alexi's ass
open to try and get the hole just a little wider. Slippery gobs of pre-cum
and royal jelly fell from Alexi's ravaged meat, intermixed with
blood. Alexi could see clearly how much Kian had torn him. All the skin
around the anus had been pulled apart; the stalk of Kian's dick looked
slimed with blood.
   Alexi nodded again. "Yes, I'm sure."
   Kian thrust with his hips and started moving in and out fast enough that
it appeared (for a minute) that Kian might lose control; Kian's mind was at
complete mercy to his dick. Moaning and grunting and moaning, Kian bit his
own lip and ignored the blood. One of the hounds even licked Kian's ass,
and he didn't seem to notice. Kian just grunted even as the thing inserted
a long smooth tongue into Kian's pale slit to get at the treasure inside.
   Kian just closed his eyes with pleasure; he wallowed in oblivion. He
pumped his tool back and forth inside Alexi's damaged colon, relishing in
sensation after sensation. All of it, all the visceral and emotional
euphoria, cascaded across his glorious face. Kian's colossal nuts swung
back and forth between his thigh gap, the muscles of his legs tense and
firm, his taut stomach clenched in an eight pack that gleamed in body
sweat.
   Kian did have a nice curve to his dick and after five minutes, the
assassin managed to push his way into Alexi's rectum to about the six-inch
mark where he hit the wall of the upper colon. The entire experience hurt
so much, Alexi wasn't sure if he'd ever consent to anal sex again. But the
veins on Kian's chest and on his face showed just how good this felt to
him. After twenty minutes of relentless pistoning, Kian's breathing drew
ragged, his breath short. Those dilated blue eyes revealed layers of animal
need and framed it in white-blond lashes. Kian placed one hand on Alexi's
shoulder and in a single, tender moment kissed Alexi gently. But the top
half of Kian's gargantuan dick told a different story: it shone red with
blood and even glistened ruby in the candlelight.
   Kian's meat looked savage, awful, horrifying; it resembled a murder
weapon.
   "I'm cumming," Kian whispered, indifferent, callous, and almost choking
on the words. This was a fact and not a courtesy. The vein on his forehead
grew in size as did the intensity of his stare and the sweatiness of his
face. Then his balls clenched. "Nnngghh," Kian
groaned. "Nnngggghhh...bloody fuck," he swore. Alexi felt jets of warmth
fill him from inside. It happened over and over and over. Kian never
stopped thrusting the blades of those inexorable hips. "Nnnnggghh..." he
panted. "Tethyr's teeth...you feel so good."
   A full forty-five minutes into his rape, Alexi finally felt pleasure.
   By then, Alexi's outer and inner sphincter had torn open, and the
damaged nerves had gone numb. This allowed him to enjoy Kian's girth, which
bared down on his prostate like justice. Wave after wave overwhelmed him
and Alexi too started curling his toes. He forgot how much it hurt, forgot
how much he bled, and just stopped fighting. He'd let Kian fuck him until
the boy's milk ran out his nostrils.
   There really was no way to stop Kian.
   After another five minutes, Kian (still humping away and now literally
raining sweat) kept slipping off Alexi's back. Alexi glanced over his
shoulder at Kian's dick, saw cum and blood falling in streamers from his
ravaged asshole, and cried. Despite Kian's few physical pounds, his
powerful body shook Alexi as he ground away at his abused pussy. All that
fluid turned pink in the light. And he felt the surge of his own orgasm
from the sensations of Kian's meat rubbing skin on skin with his aching
prostate. "Slap, slap, slap, slap," filled the air. It was the sound of
Kian's armored thighs striking Alexi's bare (and very soaked)
skin. Finally, Alexi shot out his own ribbons of cum from his small
erection. It pummeled his chin, dripped from his neck, and left him
breathless.
   "Kian...stop," Alexi begged. "You're going to hurt yourself...stop."
   This time, perhaps thanks to blessed Milbar himself, Kian listened. The
boy slowed, shaking his head, breath ragged and desperate.
   Kian suffered through his own torment trying to conquer the horse cock
that ruled him.
   Alexi managed to unimpale himself in that brief hesitation. As six
inches of Kian's dick fell out of his hole, Alexi finally felt relief. No
longer did he have a blockage in his colon, no longer did he have an urgent
need to evacuate his bowels.
   Kian (as in in a trance) continued to thrust at the open air for about
ten seconds, much like a dog in heat, spurting out three more ribbons of
white cum before the tide of lust subsided enough for him to realize his
cock was no longer inside a warm wet glove. With an almost delirious look,
Kian shook his head, spraying sweat everywhere like a dog after a bath.
   "Is it over?" Kian asked, eyes turning downward like a puppy
dog's. Disappointment and realization lay heavy in his voice.
   Alexi rolled over underneath Kian, and felt his whole back (from upper
thigh to neck) covered in cold, sticky wetness. Alexi literally lay in a
lake of Kian's cum intermixed with about two tablespoons of his own
blood. And now that the tide of sexual sensation retreated, Alexi realized
just how much Kian had damaged him. He had bruises on his thighs, butt, his
stomach, and lower back. His whole body ached so much he could barely move
without sobbing. And Alexi's asshole gaped open the size of a clenched
fist, bloody ravaged meat hung out in a rosebud on the mattress. Kian had
lightly disemboweled him with his prick.
   Alexi looked at his poor gown, covered in blood and semen stains. The
amount of cum Kian could produce astonished him; it looked like at least a
pint but his eyes could be playing tricks on him.
   Kian trembled and looked down at his still rock hard erection. "I'm so
sorry," Kian mumbled, wiping sweat from his brow. Then he helped Alexi push
his intestines back into his body, being as gentle as he could. He said,
"I'm sorry," over and over again.
   The dogs circled Kian and lapped at his cum and blood, but avoided his
flesh. Then the demons dismissed them. Talos then unshackled Alexi and
tossed the manacle on the floor. The two demons glanced at each other and
then returned whence they came, descending slowly into the corridor that
led to an unknown evil.
   Kian fell forward on top of Alexi and kissed him tenderly, licking
Alexi's neck, and then running his teeth across Alexi's skin. "I love you,"
Kian whispered. "Please don't be mad."
   "I know," Alexi said. "I love you too." And Alexi tried with all his
might to believe those words, when all he wanted to do was tear into Kian's
throat and drink his blood.

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