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			     Chapter Forty-Six

   Alexi relaxed in Kian's arms as much as he could, but the tall handsome
killer was about as comfortable as laying across two iron bars. So he just
lay his head on Kian's shoulder and resolved to count coins in his head
because soon, Kian was going to make him rich.
   The cold wintry air swirled through the broken windows in the ruins of
the academy. The hour was late. Snow fell around them as Kian walked in
solemn silence, his cheeks and eyes red with guilt. Snow collected on his
helmet and on his long eyelashes, lingering a moment before melting.
   "It wasn't all bad, was it?" Kian asked in an almost hushed whisper.
   "My rape?" Alexi voiced at full volume. Kian winced visibly.
   "W-When you say it like that it sounds horrific," Kian insisted.
   "Are you afraid of the word? Rape...rape...rape," Alexi said. "You raped
me. I'm not going to stop saying it just because you want me to. Unless
you're going to rape me again."
   Tears fell from Kian's eyes, but he didn't say anything.
   "I told you to stop and you didn't. That's rape," Alexi said. As he
watched those tears run down Kian's cheeks, Alexi felt like licking them
up. But he wasn't done punishing Kian yet. He needed more control over this
relationship, and guilt was probably a good way to start.
   Guilt and shame could be effective weapons, Alexi thought to
himself. Especially since he can block me from reading his mind. I've got
him by those big sweaty balls now.
   Kian swallowed hard and nodded. "Just know I'm sorry."
   "So you've said," Alexi replied. "I still love you, so don't go slashing
your wrist or anything. And for what it's worth, you're an incredible
lover. I think our problems are a bit...I dunno...size-related? Milbar's
beard...how long had it been since you were actually with someone?"
   Kian paused at the door that led to the hallway of undead under Alexi's
control. "Maybe a year, not counting the afternoon you jerked me off."
   Alexi recalled that afternoon with fondness. I do love looking at your
body, he thought. Then Alexi shook his head to clear it. He stared at
Kian's lovely face, and this time noticed the bulging vein right under his
jawline. It almost seemed to pulse with blood...
   Just a little taste, Alexi thought. He made me bleed after
all...wait...what the fuck is wrong with me?
   "I had fun tonight," Kian said with a half-smile. "So thank you for
being my date."
   "I know you had fun," Alexi said. "You were humping the air there for a
few seconds...you looked like a fuckin' dog with a raging boner and no
bitch to breed. I'm not your bitch."
   Kian swallowed hard, and uncomfortable silence (broken only by the sound
of wet snowflakes striking the floor) filled their ears.
   "Maybe we could just do oral?" Kian offered. "Some couples get by
exclusively on that. A-And after tonight, I'm pretty spent. I probably
won't be able to get hard for a while," he said. "So I won't be asking for
sex or anything...in case you need a break." To Alexi, Kian was starting to
behave like an abused dog. He didn't have a tail to tuck between his legs,
but Alexi was sure Kian would have done so if he had one. "I-I just don't
want to go back to being alone. I'm not a `right hand' kind of guy if you
know what I mean. I have...needs...but I can keep them in check."
   "Until the wind blows across your skin?" Alexi asked. "Until someone
winks at you? I'm not stupid. A meathead like you is good for one thing."
   Kian set him down for a moment so that Alexi could stretch his
legs. Alexi had trouble standing because it hurt so much to walk, so he
leaned on Kian's arm. Then Alexi coughed, and the pain almost doubled him
over.
   "Can you heal yourself?" Kian asked.
   Alexi shook his head. "I'm saving my necromancy," he said clutching
Kian's arm. Gods that hurt.
   "Saving it for what?" Kian asked.
   Alexi panicked, realizing that he shouldn't have said that. Kian can't
know what I plan on doing tonight with him and Paul. "Uhm...I need
necromancy to fix your killsuit."
   Kian looked at him curiously. "You said it was fixed already."
   "I-I did, didn't I?" Alexi asked. "Maybe forgetfulness is a side effect
of...being raped? Yeah, that's probably it. Maybe I should get a
therapist."
   A single tear fell from Kian's chin, and he clenched his chiseled jaw.
   "No, I'm saving my necromancy so I can bottle it and sell it," Alexi
said, realizing he should probably back down a bit on the whole `rape'
rhetoric. Kian looked like he was in torment, and really tearing himself up
on the inside.
   "You can bottle necromancy?" Kian asked softly.
   "Sure. Remember that potion I gave you that cured your concussion?
That's an example of bottled necromancy. It's something we necromancers
do. It's how magic works. You'd know that if you took the time to read,"
Alexi said.
   Kian glanced at his footprints in the fresh snow. "When I try to read,
something weird happens. The letters transpose or reverse themselves. I get
really confused."
   "Yeah?" Alexi asked. He didn't know how to respond to that comment. So
he took a pause from his elaborate lie to legitimately think on what Kian
was expressing to him. Is he telling me he has a perceived disability? Or a
real one? How is that even possible? He's perfect. Alexi had heard of such
a thing before, yet he was unfamiliar with how to tackle such a problem.
   Kian nodded. "Does that mean I'm stupid?"
   "No," Alexi responded. "No...it doesn't. It just means you'll need to
work harder at it."
   "Hey, so if you're going to be bottling necromancy do you think you
could spare some to fix this?" Kian asked, with a little hope in his
voice. He dug in one of his pouches and pulled out Ephram's shattered
silver dragon egg. There were ten pieces in total.
   Alexi took them all in his hand, examining the fine eggshells carefully.
   "Where did you get this?"
   "A friend," Kian said.
   "Silver dragon egg, this is Zanda and you have no friends...accept Paul
and me of course," Alexi said, mind whirling at a million miles per
hour. "This is from that high-profile prisoner in the Keep of Anghul isn't
it? This is a Valion knight cypher. I read about them in the Book of
Thomas. You broke him out, didn't you? He needs this egg to communicate
with his dragon so that you guys can all leave? That explains why you
became a Timeron knight. It's so you could go undercover."
   Kian stared at Alexi wide-eyed and a little stunned. "Uhm..."
   "It's okay," Alexi said. "If I wanted to turn you in for being a
terrorist I would have. In fact, I wouldn't have healed you, but the whole
criminal `bad boy' act really works for you. As if you needed anything to
make you more attractive. To answer your question, yes I can fix this. I'll
work on it after you and I...have some fun with Paul. He's got a surprise
for you."
   Kian shook his head, "Oh...uh...not feeling like getting any more
`surprises' tonight, especially if that means sex. Seriously. I'm not a
machine. I couldn't cum again if I wanted to for at least a day." Alexi
thought Kian looked adorable as he said that, sucking on his lower lip, and
fidgeting in place. Is this what he looks like when he's lying?
   Alexi just rolled his eyes. "Riiight...we'll see." He put away the egg
shards in his purse.
   "S-Seriously," Kian said. "I mean...from here I just can't see it
happening."
   "You're a walking erection," Alexi told him. "I could show you my high
heels right now and you'd want to fuck me."
   "I-I am not," Kian said, defensively. "A-And I wouldn't. You're too
sore," he stammered.
   "Meat," Alexi said, "Just pick me up. My feet are getting cold, and I
want to get back to our little home before it gets much later."
   Kian obliged and scooped Alexi back into his arms. Then he went through
the door.
   On the far side, the bitter cold of the night blew back Kian's cloak and
carried with it the moans of a large number of undead. To Alexi, they
sounded like a homecoming: sweet melodious voices trumpeting his
return. However, Kian's eyes displayed anxiety, and they darted back and
forth in the gloom. But he didn't falter and strode forward, suppressing
his fear. As for the undead, they moved out of the way for them, Alexi
gestured to the left and right with a lazy hand to shoo them along. He lay
his head sideways on Kian's breastplate, feeling the warmth from Kian's
inner furnace wash over his skin.
   In fact, Kian felt like summer sunbeams on his flesh.
   Kian took the stairs quickly and with sure-footed grace. Once at the
top, he crossed over the planks spanning the chasm and went through the
door into the warm lab. The scent of putrefaction immediately filled
Alexi's nostrils. He looked to the table with the sheet on it, beneath
which obviously lay a cadaver of some kind. Kian set Alexi on his feet once
more.
   "It stinks in here," Kian said, pinching his nostrils. Then he shut the
door. "Who's that under the sheet?"
   "A project I'm working on," Alexi said, taking him by the hand. "Why
don't I brew us some tea before bed?"
   Kian stood there, staring at nothing in particular for a moment. Then he
nodded, and looked at his hands. "I think I'd like that," he said. Then he
took a seat at the old mattress on the floor. "Do you think it'd be okay if
I crash here tonight?"
   "No," Alexi said, grabbing a copper kettle. It sat atop a shelf mounted
above the roaring fireplace. He started to pour the contents into a cup and
then added dried leaves from a sealed canister. Over his shoulder, Kian
looked downcast.
   "I'll go then," Kian said. "After the tea."
   "No," Alexi said, "You'll stay with me and Paul in there." He gestured
through the door to the place Alexi had `designated' as the bedroom. All
there was in there now was an overly large and somewhat threadbare mattress
stuffed with goose feathers; blankets lay piled on the floor.
   "I-I...Uh...do you think that's a good idea?" Kian asked. "I'm perfectly
fine out here. I've got this nice bed and my cloak would make a decent
blanket."
   "Let me add something to this tea that'll relax you," Alexi said.
   "That sounds great," Kian replied. He looked around the room. "Where's
my killsuit?"
   "I think I said a lot of harsh words tonight," Alexi remarked, glossing
over Kian's question. "I've had a lot on my mind. It's easy for someone
like you to find love, but my life's difficult. You don't know what I've
been through. I suppose I let my expectations get a little out of touch
with reality."
   Kian looked like he wanted to say something. Oh just please stay quiet
for once, Alexi thought. I don't need you to tell me how hard your life
must have been having girls fawn all over you and being loved by your
parents and getting everything you wanted by just asking or having sex with
anyone you set your eye on...I don't need that shit. I don't need to hear
about your silver fucking spoon, Atlantean prince.
   Alexi looked over the hundreds of herbs he'd stolen from the academy. He
reached right past the chamomile (which was known for its calming
properties) and grabbed a jar of dried bull testicle. A component in love
potions for men, these in particular were enhanced with necromancy to be
especially potent. One portion would give a guy a hardon that lasted two
hours. Alexi added five portions...a whole spoonful...and dissolved them in
Kian's hot tea.
   He stirred until everything disappeared into a brown liquid that smelt
of strong spices with a hint of orange. Alexi shot Kian a smile, made a
show of opening a glass jar of honey, and added a huge dollop which had the
effect of making Kian lick his lips in anticipation.
   Alexi walked over to him and handed him the cup and saucer.
   "I love honey," Kian whispered. He sniffed at the open cup. "It smells
delightful." Alexi softly stroked Kian's cloak while he drank up. When he
finished Kian asked, "You're not having any?"
   "I will in a minute," Alexi said. He grabbed Kian by the hand and took
him into the bedroom. He sat him down on the mattress and said, "Let's get
you out of that gear."
   "I'll stay in it, thanks," Kian said, shaking his head.
   "Is something wrong?" Alexi asked.
   "N-No I think I should just sleep in my armor," Kian replied, obviously
squirming a little. "Is it hot in here? It feels hot." His eyes had already
started to dilate.
   "Nope, but you did just drink a big cup of hot tea. I can open the door
if you like," Alexi replied. "It's silly for you to sleep in your
armor. You've got it under control, right? You said it'd be impossible for
you to get prurient again and so soon."
   "Prudient? Pru—" Kian struggled to pronounce the word. "Are you
saying I'm prudish? What?"
   Alexi shook his head and smoothed Kian's bangs from in front of his
eyes. "So dumb, but so lovely. I said `prurient.'"
   "I-I don't know what that means," Kian said.
   "I know," Alexi quipped. "There's a dictionary on that shelf."
   The door to the lab opened and Paul called out with a very effeminate
accent, "Are you guys home?"
   "We're in here," Alexi said.
   Alexi glanced at the floor and spied just a corner of the six-pointed
star he had created and placed under the mattress. It was part of the
spell, and would ease some of the strain of all the necromancy Alexi was
going to be expending tonight to keep a fetus alive in Paul's unnatural
womb (that was right now inside his body just begging to be seeded).
   Alexi parted his soiled gown just a bit to show Kian a long length of
hairless leg and just a corner of his high heels. It distracted Kian for a
moment, and the blond boy set the empty cup and saucer down on the
mattress. With his other toe, Alexi kicked a blanket over the top of the
star on the floor hiding it from view. Then he closed the hem of his gown
once more.
   "Sorry, caught a draft there," Alexi said.
   Sweat broke out across Kian's brow, and Alexi leaned forward to help him
take his helmet off. Then he removed the chainmail hood and tossed those in
a pile next to the door. Next he pulled Kian's gauntlets off and pushed him
back on the mattress.
   Kian looked a little bewildered and then propped himself up on his
elbows. "I-I really think I should stay out there. It's really late, and I
don't mind."
   Then a shadow filled the doorway and Alexi walked back, revealing Paul
in the twilight. "At least say goodbye to Paul. He hasn't seen you in a
couple days."
   Kian's eyes widened as he took Paul in.
   Despite the cold, Paul wore a silver "fish scale" mini-skirt that barely
covered his round ass. Bronze thick (and toned) legs tapered toward Paul's
tiny feet wrapped in the most expensive stiletto heels that Alexi could
steal. These things had a spike that came to almost a needle point, were
seven inches long, and made from surgical steel. The rest of the shoe was
simply a couple thin bands of silver leather that swept over the top of
Paul's feet (albeit studded with clear crystals); his open toes displayed
silver nail polish with the words "Ram Me" spelled out on each individual
nail. The mini-skirt itself was embroidered in black and red thread. It was
cut really low so that Paul's fake tits (that defied gravity itself) almost
spilled out. In fact, the fabric barely covered the nipple, leaving him to
easily flash an areola and brush it off as a wardrobe malfunction. The
dress hugged Paul's body and looked like it was made of satin and
silk. Paul wore makeup that gave him nice cheekbones, his lips were red as
fresh blood, and he'd even thickened his black eyelashes. The smoky eye
makeup looked devastating in this particular light. He had on diamond
earrings and so much perfume that it drowned out the smell of the corpse on
the table behind him. The sleeveless top did nothing to hide his toned and
silky arms; in his hand he gripped a small black handbag. Paul wore his
fingernails black and decorated them with tiny silver roses—that had
been Alexi's idea. He'd said to Paul at the time, "Meat's so in love with
himself, he'll love it. Trust me. His type's easy to read."
   Kian's jaw slowly fell open, and he didn't blink for about half a
minute.
   "What's up, guys?" Paul said taking a step into the room. "I just went
for a walk, and to get some food for breakfast tomorrow." Then he yawned,
stretching his arms over his head. "I'm so tired, and my gams ache. You
mind if I sit down next to you, Kian?"
   Alexi stepped forward and closed Kian's jaw. He shook his head, blinked
a couple of times, and then scooted over. "N-No. Of course not," he
stammered. "Was it a nice walk?"
   Paul nodded and then said, "Yes," rather meekly. He took a few steps and
then tripped, but Kian caught him before he hit the floor. Paul's auburn
hair spilled over Kian's arms, and he looked up at the stunning blond
assassin and said, "You saved me. Thank you."
   One of Paul's boobs had come free, a large "C" cup and just like Alexi
had told him to do, the entirety of the nipple was covered in red
lipstick. Paul accidentally brushed it against Kian's hand as Kian helped
him stand.
   "Oh damn," Paul said, "I'm so sorry 'bout that."
   Kian swallowed and closed his eyes. Then he breathed in and out. "I-It's
okay," Kian managed to say. Then he cleared his throat. "I-I...really
should sleep in the other room." He opened his eyes but both of them were
locked on Paul's shiny, sweaty tits.
   Paul looked down and said, "Oh...uhm that's lipstick. Do you at least
like the color? I couldn't decide between that or blue, which is a thing I
guess."
   "I-I like red just fine," Kian said, taking short desperate breaths.
   "It's supposed to be waterproof. Would you give it a lick please? Just
right here...I don't think nipples are sexual at all. I mean, women
breastfeed all the time, and it's natural, right? I just want to see if
it'll smear."
   Kian closed his mouth and nodded. Alexi thought he was probably trying
not to drool.
   Then Kian bent down and gently licked it with his tongue. The lipstick
didn't smear. However, when he did that, Paul moaned and said, "Your tongue
is so soft and light. It's like you're a kitten lapping at a bowl of
cream. Oh...right there...a little more just to see if it smears."
   With fresh sweat dripping from Kian's face and nose, he put his mouth
over the whole nipple and started sucking, pulling on it with his tongue
and lips. Then his right palm roamed down the curves of Paul's body to his
butt, and he grabbed hold of Paul's thigh with strong fingers. Paul lifted
his leg into Kian's big hand; Kian pulled him tight into his body with
irresistible strength. The blond boy's fingers explored under the hemline,
and then Kian paused to breathe, "You're not wearing underwear...did
someone steal it?"
   "I-I forgot them on my walk," Paul said. "You know us girls...always
forgetting things."
   "I'm sorry," Kian said, and then he resumed sucking on Paul's huge
tits. "That must've been uncomfortable...cold..."
   "It was," Paul said, arching his back.
   "Let me warm you up," Kian replied. He turned and dropped Paul onto the
bed. She kicked at him with her stiletto heels and Kian grabbed one and
swabbed over Paul's toes with his tongue. Then he inserted one of the
surgical steel supports into his mouth.
   Paul's mouth fell open in surprise. "Whatever do you mean?" When he saw
Kian unbuckling his belt, stripping off his tabard, and then taking off his
butt tasset and codpiece, Paul said, "Oh...OH! You mean that..." and he
held a palm to his open mouth in mock surprise.
   "That's exactly what I mean," Kian said, lust thick on his voice.
   Paul reached up and stroked Kian's neck, and then he kissed him, running
fingers through Kian's sweaty blond hair. "Slow down just a little,
cowboy," Paul said seductively, and flicking Kian's spurs with his
toe. "Let Alexi and I get you out of all that metal."
   Kian stopped fumbling at his codpiece and nodded, going back to licking
Paul's tits while the two boys worked at taking off his cloak, pauldrons,
cuirass, greaves, and vambraces. It took about ten minutes, but they
managed to get Kian completely naked. When done, Paul gripped Kian's
erection with both hands and moved it aside to lick Kian's low-hanging,
sweaty, and very hairy balls.
   Alexi just sat on the edge of the mattress in the role of voyeur. He
donned his x-ray glasses that had black-tinted lenses. They not only
allowed him to see inside Paul's tummy area (because that's where they'd
applied the cream), but intensified the appearance of everything else. With
them on, Alexi could actually see that Kian's balls had been bruised under
the scrotum skin from being milked of a pint of cum only a couple of hours
ago, but the purple color hadn't shown itself yet on his ivory skin. It
would by morning though. He also could see the effects of the "tea induced"
vascular dilation on Kian's horse cock, and it looked fucking painful as
the meat beneath the smooth outer skin appeared swollen and shredded from
forced increased blood flow, the pounding from earlier, and the river of
ejaculate that had flowed through it. In Kian's own words, before the other
day he hadn't used this thing for a year. And now he was running a marathon
with it. Like any muscle, it was (of course) ripping under the strain.
   Right now he's loving it. But, he'll feel that tomorrow, Alexi thought,
even wincing at how much it would hurt. Mark my words.
   Alexi almost felt bad about doping Kian's tea, given the damage this
second round of sex was going to cause. But he also suspected he'd think
differently once Kian's soul split. Additionally, Alexi had scientific
curiosity with regard to Kian's biology as Atlantean royalty (and a golden
to boot). His intrigue extended to theories. For one, Alexi felt that (if
aroused enough) he could witness the boy's brain being fried by
testosterone. Ever since he'd read about this in The Book of Chagidiel,
he'd wanted to see it first-hand.
   That's why (Alexi believed) Kian seemed to slip into a trance and hump
even the air when the moist hole he was rutting got removed. The medical
condition for it was called sex-induced aneurysmic catatonia...a mouthful
for sure. Symptoms leading up to it were listed as: ragged breathing, pink
ejaculate (meaning that blood was starting to mix with the white),
bloodshot eyes, tense muscles, bulging veins, and tremendous sweat
production. When those conditions had been met, aneurysmic catatonia was
nigh at hand. The actual event occurred when vessels in the eyes ruptured
and gums turned red or perhaps even bled (causing blood to fall from the
mouth and nose). The victim would fall prone, muscles spasming, and they
would be in danger of asphyxiating on their own blood or vomit. Their
erection wouldn't subside for hours, would bruise heavily, and they'd bleed
from the penis head. And (of course) they'd be helpless while seizing.
   But of even more interest would be what happened mentally, i.e., The
Book of Chagidiel said that mental defense was impossible in this
state. So, the frying of Kian's brain offered a distinct possibility that
Alexi would finally get to probe Kian's mind. He'd know within seconds
after it first occurred. Whatever defenses Kian used might be down by then;
a risk definitely worth taking, because this blond boy had secrets for sure
that he wasn't sharing with anyone. And Alexi wanted to make sure that Kian
only had love for him. Necrophile or not, Alexi felt it tortuous to live
with so much uncertainty.
   Alexi watched Paul roll back Kian's foreskin to expose the white glans
that was so wide and thick he'd have difficulty getting it into his
mouth. Kian just stared down at Paul, lips slightly parted and abs
glistening in the light. Sweat rolled down his incredible chest and along
the dimple of his navel to finally settle inside the thick, musty smelling
thatch of white-blond pubes at the end of a v-cut torso. Paul ran the
fingers of his right hand through it several times, and they emerged
wet. He also took his left thumb and parted the urethra and teased Kian
over and over with his tongue. Paul licked it until wet and gleaming and
then laughing, pulled out a tube of lipstick from his purse and applied it
to Kian's dickhead until he'd made it red. The entire time, Kian held
himself straight and taut, arms and hands at his side, glutes flexed and
hips forward. His trapezius, infraspinatus, and latissimus dorsi shredded
the skin of his back in perfect relief.
   "There," Paul said making a pursed expression with his lips. "Now it
looks cute."
   "Suck on it," Kian commanded, voice low and guttural.
   Paul grinned, tongue lolling out, and eyes locked on Kian's. That's when
Kian grabbed the back of Paul's head and thrust the end of his dick past
Paul's lips. The skin of Paul's cheeks pushed outward and he made choking
noises as Kian gently rocked his bladed hips back and forth.
   "Suck it, no teeth," he whispered, closing his eyes and tilting his head
upward. The veins on his neck bulged, his Adam's apple bounced up and down
as he swallowed. Then he groaned like an animal in heat. "Ahh...that's
it...Paul...you got it. Mmm," Kian chewed on his lower lip, "don't
stop...that feels so good."
   He rocked in and out like that for a good ten minutes.
   Now Kian's dick frothed with pre-cum and was slippery all the way down
to the root. Paul had difficulty holding onto it, and the lower half of
Paul's face and up one side of his nose was slimed in Kian's milky
excretion of royal jelly mixed with pre-cum.
   Paul stopped sucking, forced Kian's hand away from his hair and rolled
the blond athlete onto his back. Kian lay with chest heaving on the
mattress, and then propped himself on his elbows, chest lustrous in the
light. Like a randy slut, Paul worked Kian's legs and feet with his tongue,
taking first one big toe inside his mouth and then the other. He popped
each individual digit into his mouth, all the while Kian groaned in
pleasure, eyes rolling back, yet keeping his hands to his side.
   Kian does not like to jerk his own dick off, Alexi thought. His
restraint is remarkable.
   The entire time Kian had his perfect long, bony feet worshipped, his
urethra still excreted pre-cum. It flowed milky, then clear, then milky
again. It drizzled and drooled over Kian's balls, thighs, and slimed the
bed. It spurted a couple of times onto his chest and pooled in his navel.
   Kian grabbed Paul about the shoulders, threw him down on his back and
straddled him. Squeezing Paul's round tits together, he made a hole that he
inserted his dick into and started to fuck Paul's chest.
   Paul squeeled in pleasure as Kian plowed in and out of his fleshy
cleavage, sometimes pinching Paul's lipstick-covered nipples and then
sliming them with his horse cock, spurting the royal jelly infused pre-cum
over the skin and areola. After ten minutes, Paul's boobs were sopping wet
and so slippery that Kian's dick sometimes fell out and went to the left or
right under one of Paul's tits (on an errant thrust). Kian's balls left
stray pubic hairs on Paul's tummy, and swung back and forth between Kian's
thighs, sometimes slapping the underside of Paul's boobs.
   "Uhh uhh uhh," Paul kept saying as Kian pounded his tits. "Uhh uhh
uhh...oh my god...uhh uhh uhh...that feels so good," Paul moaned, raking
the sides of his breasts with his finger nails.
   Kian reached down and fingered Paul's erection, a two and a half-inch
thing that he stroked with his wet finger and thumb, sometimes pinching
Paul's small dickhead, sometimes worrying it with his hand (like a worry
stone).
   "Nnggh," Paul cried, turning his head to the left. Then he
gasped. "Don't stop...Kian...please don't stop..."
   "I'll do what I want," Kian said with a devilish, sweaty grin. He pulled
his twelve-inch dick free of Paul's tits, slid down Paul's body, and lapped
at Paul's cock.
   Then he paused a moment.
   "Where's your balls?" he asked with curiosity. Kian licked at a gash
underneath Paul's penis and it made Paul shudder. "You've got a little
pussy forming here," he whispered, inserting a wet finger. "How fun."
   This drove Paul wild and he arched his back. "Right
there...fuuuckk...right there...Kian...GOD!"
   Kian laughed and stabbed at Paul with his small pinky, moving it in and
out. He spit at Paul's gash a couple of times and then went down on him
with his tongue, licking, prodding and taking Paul's small dick repeatedly
into his mouth. Then he stroked the newly formed labial lips.
   "I'm cumming," Paul said, "oh my god...I'm cumming." Kian (being a
considerate lover) didn't stop and took it all in his mouth about ten
seconds later as Paul shot out two thick streams of hot ejaculate.
   After he was done, Kian put a pillow under Paul's butt to elevate it,
but kept lips tightly closed (as if holding something in his mouth). Paul
put his stiletto heeled shoes on Kian's broad shoulder and dug into Kian's
flesh with the points.
   "You're such a bad boy," he said to Kian.
   Kian winked at him, and then went down on Paul's anus, now covered over
in a thin hymen-like skin just like Alexi had possessed earlier. Kian
opened his mouth and drooled all of Paul's jizz that he'd held right over
that new skin, and rubbed it into the surrounding flesh with the head of
his gargantuan prick. Then he leaned forward and ripped Paul's dress,
tearing it off him, and Paul squeeled.
   "Fuck me! Fuck me and make me cum again! I want you inside me. I want
your baby," Paul begged.
   Kian paused and said, "Baby?" A drop of white cum fell from his chin.
   "He means he wants you to fill him up," Alexi clarified. Watching all of
this sex had gotten Alexi horned up too, and he currently played with his
own dick.
   That's when Paul kissed him and as their lips parted, Paul said,
"Exactly...what Alexi just said. That's what I meant."
   "Did you wear the butt plug I suggested?" Kian asked, obviously a little
concerned.
   Paul nodded. "I did. I got the biggest one to fit, unlike Alexi. I'm
obviously not wearing it now though. I took it out right as I got back from
my...uhh...walk."
   "That's convenient," Kian said, positioning his cock at the entrance to
Paul's anus. "This shouldn't hurt very much then."
   "I kno—" Paul's voice caught in his throat as Kian burst his hymen
with one powerful thrust.
   Kian got past Paul's stretched out sphincter with a lot more ease than
he had done with Alexi, and now the x-ray vision glasses really paid
off. He could see Kian's dick sliding into Paul's gut, which looked as
tight as a second skin. Pre-cum continued to ooze out of Kian's urethra
into that warm moist glove and Kian kept driving forward with his hips,
glute muscles dimpling in with effort, until six inches inside he struck
the opening of Paul's transplanted cervix. Above it was the uterus having
been magically transported from the corpse in the other room and
"freshened" using powerful necromancy.
   "I can't go any deeper," Kian grunted, pulling back and then thrusting
again. "That's the wall I always hit. But Tethyr's teeth do you ever feel
good."
   Paul just nodded, face a reflection of pure ecstasy.
   Alexi could see that Kian's immense girth and natural curve was perfect
for punishing Paul's prostate. As a result, Paul was literally having the
time of his life.
   I shoulda went to the larger plug, Alexi thought. What happened earlier
was my fucking fault. This looks fantastic.
   Kian leaned forward and really started fucking Paul, his back rolling in
a sweaty sheen. Paul moaned in pleasure, heels resting on Kian's muscular
shoulders and hands forming small claws.
   "Fuuck," Paul uttered in a lust-filled falsetto, "I'm cumming again."
His rock hard erection tensed and spurted and Paul gripped Kian on the
sweaty back and dug his nails in, leaving eight red gashes in his
skin. These soon started to weep blood.
   Alexi licked his lips at the sight of that red, but restrained
himself. I'm not a vampire, he projected to his inner self.
   Kian gritted through the pain and kept pummeling Paul's cervix, fully
half of his dick still hanging out of Paul's ravaged asshole. Alexi stopped
whacking off his own dick, and reached in-between Kian's sweaty belly and
Paul's trembling tummy to push down on a spot to try and force the cervix
down on Kian's dickhead just a little better.
   "Slow down," Alexi told Kian. "I can help you get deeper."
   Kian turned his sweaty head, drops of water falling from his nose and
dripping from his white-blond locks. "Huh?" he grunted. "Nnngh...bloody
fuck...ngggh." He thrust in and out, in and out.
   "Slow down," Alexi repeated. "Stop...there...hold your dick against that
wall."
   Kian nodded, hips perfectly still. Through the x-ray glasses, he could
see that Kian's urethra was right at the hole that led into the cervix.
   "Now go forward, hard, don't stop. He'll scream but it won't do any
actual damage. Trust me," Alexi said.
   Kian shook his head, and then flexed his butt muscles and thighs, he dug
into the mattress with his feet and toes, and draped the entirety of his
six-foot-one frame atop Paul's helpless five-foot four body.
   "It hurts!" Paul said. "Stop!" He started sobbing, and then started
screaming. "Stop! Kian! Alexi! It hurts so much!"
   In the x-ray glasses, Alexi saw Kian pushing through the cervix hole,
forcing it open about five times what it was accustomed too. Fluid from
inside washed over Kian's dick and fell from Alexi's hole to wet half the
bed.
   "It feels like I'm trying to push through a vice," Kian said, voice
strained. All the veins on his body bulged, the muscles looked shredded.
   "Just a little farther," Alexi said, very excited now. He stretched out
his necromancy to paralyze the muscles of Paul's body to quiet him
down. The screaming stopped and Paul just stared in horror at the
ceiling. Alexi hoped Kian wouldn't notice.
   It's about time he shut up anyway, Alexi thought.
   Kian grunted and finally punched through, more womb water leaked out,
but Kian was now balls deep into Paul, and could quite literally fuck him
in the uterus with about five inches of dick.
   "This kinda hurts," Kian gasped, but then started to rock in and out.
   Alexi could see why it hurt, the muscular cervix, now ripped apart, was
clamping down on Kian's prick like a bottleneck. But wave after wave of all
that muscle and the fact that Kian could be balls deep into someone's colon
now, drove him wild with lust. In and out he plunged, repeatedly tearing
into Paul's temporary uterus until his eyes dilated and he started making
guttural noises.
   Meanwhile Paul remained paralyzed with Alexi's necromancy, which Alexi
was beginning to pour more and more into Paul's body to prepare for the
seeding.
   "Nnnghhh," Kian groaned in that familiar, animal, rutting noise. Sweat
poured from his skin, veins looked so tense they might explode, and most
importantly, blue eyes dilated fully so that it looked like his whole iris
might be black. "Nnnghhh...I'm cumming," he barely
said. "Please...Paul...Alexi...let me know when I need to stop. I'll need a
signal." Kian begged, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. He sprayed
sweat all around the room. Alexi could tell that the sexually-induced
catatonia was approaching. The tragedy of it all was that no signal would
ever be given.
   Just maybe thirty minutes more and we'll see it, Alexi thought. You're
going to get your brain fried, Kian. See if that keeps you from letting me
in.
   In the x-ray glasses the first string of white semen flooded into Paul's
womb. And it continued with every thrust, strong and coating Paul's
insides. Kian's urethra spurted the white stuff with every roll of his
back, with every plunge of that horse cock into Paul's ravaged colon, with
every piston of his bony hips. "Slap slap slap" came the sound of Kian's
balls bouncing off the wet skin of a mutilated asshole. Resting on Paul's
thighs, the rut, the fucking, the animal primalness of sex took
over. Kian's consciousness retreated into white knuckled fingers, desperate
gasps of air, and ruthless thrusting, pistoning, grinding.
   Kian's balls started to finally bruise, Paul's womb was so full of
Kian's cum that it looked like a balloon ready to burst. It poured out of
Paul's bloody asshole, yet no plea that it was enough ever came from a
paralyzed Paul or from a riveted Alexi.
   Kian gasped for breath. Ragged, uneven, loud and terrible, it bounced
from the walls. Inside Paul's body, it turned pink from inside. This was
blood now, and Alexi salivated.
   Ten more minutes, Alexi thought.
   "Nnnngggghhh," Kian groaned in pain. "Nnnggghhh," over and over. His
face was expressionless, eyes bloodshot and distant, muscles so tense they
looked like they might rip his skin, and veins pounding with his
heartbeat. Kian was releasing dangerous amounts of sweat, heat ripped off
him like a furnace. Alexi knew that Kian's blood pressure had to be
dangerously high.
   But he didn't care. This jock can handle it, Alexi thought. Just a few
more minutes. If he didn't look like he did, I might be concerned he'd have
a heart attack or something.
   Kian's huge dick was now covered in blood, it plunged in and out of
Paul's butthole without mercy. In the meantime, he kept the necromancy up,
feeling life within the egg implanted in Paul's fake uterus for the first
time.
   At that moment, Kian's soul split.
   Half of it flowed into the piece of meat growing inside Paul. At the
same time, one of the vessels in Kian's eyes burst sending blood across the
white. Then Kian's gums turned red and blood fell from Kian's mouth and
nose in streamers.
   This was sexually-induced aneurysmic catatonia. At last.
   Alexi forced Paul and Kian apart. It took all of his strength, and where
Kian had gripped Paul now emerged awful hand-shaped bruises. That and
blood, semen, and womb juice gushed out onto the ruined mattress and
dripped onto the floor.
   Kian continued to thrust wildly in the air, bent over like a dog, his
dick now slapping his torso still thinking it was inside something warm,
soft, wet. Semen more red than white spurted from the end, slapping Alexi's
face and chest, covering Kian's skin up to his chin, and even spraying
beyond the mattress to the window where it left streaks on the frozen
panes.
   "Nnnggghh...nnnnggghhh...nnngggghhhh," Kian grunted.
   Then Alexi assaulted Kian with his necromancy, trying to tear open his
mind.
   "Let me in!" he screamed.
   But whatever was there remained. It blocked him with titanic levels of
magic, and Alexi was forced to attend to Paul who was coming free of
Alexi's spell only to discover he'd been disemboweled and had red meat
hanging out of his asshole.
   Paul started to wail in pain even as his stomach swelled with the
growing fetus.
   Alexi went over to him, and pushed the guts inside; all the while Paul
sobbed. "It hurts, it hurts, Alexi."
   "Shut up!" Alexi yelled. "Come on. It's taking all of my power to keep
that thing alive inside of you. Now follow me into the bathroom. Ziggy and
I need to help you give birth to that thing."
   As they left, Kian finally collapsed onto the swampy, bloody,
semen-stained mattress. Almost immediately he started to choke on his own
blood that pooled in his mouth. Alexi paused to roll him onto his side, so
that fluid would drain and not cause him to asphyxiate. He propped a pillow
behind Kian's back to keep him in that position, and then snapped his
fingers in front of Kian's vacant eyes. The beautiful blond boy looked
hollowed out, gray circles formed around his eyes, and he trembled
uncontrollably.
   Kian didn't respond to any stimulus, and his hips continued to thrust
the open air, albeit more gently, while his bloody cock remained
erect. However, now it was no longer spurting fluid.
   "Fuckin' hell," Alexi said, listening to Paul scream in the next room.
   He took off his glasses and left Kian alone in the room, shivering and
without a blanket in the dark.

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