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Chance realllly shouldn't be doing this.

This is ITrapped's sword.

Oh, the darkheart...

Chance doesn't know and frankly doesn't care how or why iTrapped has such a legendary blade as that, all he knows is that being stabbed by it will make you explode.

ITrapped just got in the shower so chance quickly sneaks into his own room (ITrapped wanted to use chance's master bathroom) and gulps when they see the darkheart laying on the bed.

He briefly wonders if anything will happen if they touch it before just grabbing it and leaving the room as soon as possible.

They feel bad for taking something of ITrapped's.. but he's going to return it!!!

So it doesn't matter!!

He walks into another room and locks the door.

Holding the darkheart like its made of glass.

They sit down and can't help but notice how burning up they feel.

The darkheart is rather cold...

Chance puts his face on the cold metal of the blade and lets out what sounds like a moan of relief.

Probably because there actually holding the darkheart and this is real.

They whince because one wrong press has cut themselves on it.

The strike of fear in chance's soul at the thought of this cut being enough to blow him up makes there head light and slacks tight.

Fortunately and unfortunately it is not enough.

But now there's blood on it which iTrapped will definitely notice.

So they stick his tongue out and carefully lick it clean.

He can't help but moan.

His own blood? And the taste of the darkheart?

Cock = throbbing rn.

It's addicting and so they do a stupid and willingly cut his own tongue on the blade.

They whimper at first but quickly start basically making out with the darkheart.

While holding the darkheart steady to suck on and taste they bring the bottom of it to his crotch to grind on.

It's so hard not to be loud for chance right now.

The sting on his tongue is exquisite and he wishes they could shove the darkheart down his throat without consequences so bad right now.

Soon they start humping the pressure on there crotch.

His breathing gets shallow and grinding frantic, a sure sign of the end.

He lays kisses over the surface of the metal before grabbing the sharp blade with there hand and climaxing.

His pants feel sticky and hand throbs in pain but they've never felt better.

Realizing that iTrapped has to get out of the shower at some point chance quickly cleans everything up and puts the sword back.

Thank you fot this yay

I think he likes to degrade you and praise you but not on the same day

Like you wake up and he nags you about something and you realize its gonna be one of thoes days he calls you a dirty whore for listening to his own dirty fantasies

He lets you be dominant sometimes but prefers to have completely control

Doesn't stop him from absolutely loosing his mind when he gets his hands on you

He has special items he wears that he only uses on you so when you see them you know whats about to happen because he's secretly trained you to do that

He likes to see you eyes full of tears, necked, collar with the leash in his hand, hands tied together as he sticks a thumb in your open panting mouth telling you to open up and spitting in your mouth

He doesn't even have to tell you to swallow your so well trained

And you just like the taste

He'll push you past the end over and over and over just to see you ruined and pretty for him

The aftercare would be sweet no matter how the sex was

He does love you after all

He doesn't want you truly broken

Gentle presses and harsh bites, it's difficult to tell what's gonna happen next.

Clothing yanked down so more skin is available to mark, hair messed up due to wondering hands.

Gasps and groans and moans vibrate against skin as beautiful bruises are left sporadically across their shivering forms.

Sometimes they pause to pull each other into a harsh kiss, this is not safe from the rough treatment as lips get bit and teeth clash.

If iTrapped could describe the situation he's in right now with only one word he would choose 'ridiculous'.

But strangely he can't control his volume.

Ellernate, the beast of a thing, was humping him like this was the only thing keeping them alive.

The reason its ridiculous is because ellernate wouldn't even take any of their clothes off.

Just pushed iTrapped down on the bed and weaseled it's way in between his legs and started pressing and grinding like there's no tomorrow.

ITrapped tried and tried to get ellernate to back off for a second so they can both get what they want but it just made ellernate grip harder and move faster.

ITrapped gasps and grabs onto ellernate's shoulders as they bite his neck leaving a mark that's sure to hurt later.

He whimpers as ellernate starts saying something so mumbled and breathless he can't understand it.

Press after press after press against clothed crotches has iTrapped felling dizzy and ellernate growling.

ITrapped's back arches as far as it can go with a heavy demon on top of him as his orgasm approaches faster and faster, he would feel embarrassed for finishing do fast if Ellernate wasn't whimpering as a sign it's getting close.

ITrapped's hands can't find purchase on ellernate as white hot pleasure fills his senses, ellernate's relentless humping almost pushes ITrapped to far into overstimulation before they stutter and openly moan and iTrapped feels his already wet crotch get wetter.