digital footprint be damned

★ But—you won. (Barely) Now, with your knee digging into his chest and your hands clamping his wrists above his head, victory tasted like sweat and spite. Haviks crazed eyes gleamed up at you, his skeletal jaw unhinged in that perpetual grin, not a trace of defeat in his gaze. If anything, he looked thrilled, his body arching slightly under yours as if savoring the restraint.

★ “Oh, yes,” he rasped, voice gravelly, soft but laced with mania. “Bind me tighter, little order monger. Feel the chains of your so called triumph snap against my skin.” His hips bucked once. Deliberate. Pressing his growing hardness against your thigh. The bastard was enjoying this—too much. You couldn’t believe it. You were pissed.

★ Before you could control it, your hand cracked across his face, palm slamming into that bony jaw with a sickening pop. It dislocated on impact, hanging slightly loose as his head snapped to the side. He didn’t flinch. Instead, a low, guttural sound escaped him. His cock twitching visibly beneath the tattered remnants of his pants, straining harder now. “Pain…exquisite khaos!” He slurred through the slack mandible, tongue lolling unnaturally. “Hit me again, victor. Let the fracture bloom into ecstasy. I am the storm, and you…you feed it.” His eyes rolled in the back slightly, pupils dilating with something feral.

★ You froze. Breath catching at the sight of him being broken, aroused and begging for more. It stirred something dark in you. Something unfamiliar as hear began twisting toward the bottom of your stomach. Unwanted but undeniable. This lunatic, this embodiment of anarchy, reduced to writhing under your hand. It was infuriating. Intoxicating. “Shut your gaping hole.” You snarled, shoving his jaw back in place with your thumb, ignoring his hiss of delight.

★ Your free hand yanked at his pants, freeing his thick length, already leaking pre cum from the tip. It throbbed in the cool temple air, veins pulsing like cracks in reality.

★ Havik laughed, a wet, unhinged sound. “Yes! Ravish the ruin! Fuck the formless void that is me!” You straddled him without another word, hiking up/slipping down your own gear just enough to sink down onto his length. His cock stretched you wide, filling you completely.

★ You gripped his throat, nails doffing into the scarred flesh, and began to ride him hard—hips slamming down in punishing rhythm, grinding against him with each thrust. “You think this is khaos?” You spat, voice laced with venom as you bounced on his dick, feeing it spar deep inside you. “You’re just a pathetic puppet jerking to your own strings. Wouldn’t know real khaos if it spelled its name on your worthless cock.”

★ Your word dropped with hatred, but there was an edge to them, a weird, flirtatious bite that made his widen in twisted adoration. He bucked up to meet you, but you pinned him harder, denying him the motion. “More! Degrade me more, my cruel conductor!” Havik gasped, his hands straining against your hold, not to escape but to pull you closer.

★ “Call me the filth of forgotten realms! Lash me with your loathing—it’s the sweetest anarchy!” His cock pulsed inside you, slick with your arousal, as you clenched around him deliberately, teasing the edge of his control.

★ The temples shadows danced across his contorted face, highlighting the fresh bruises blooming from your earlier strikes during battle. You leaned down, pressing a pathetic kiss to his teeth, tasting copper and want while you rolled your hips in brutal circular motions.

★ “You’re nothing but a masochistic joke,” you hissed against his mouth, licking into it before huffing, “Begging for scraps of pain like it’s your god. Pathetic. Useless.” Yet your body betrayed you, pressure building more and more with every degrading word, every slap of skin on skin.

★ His moans fueled it, raw and unfiltered, his body trembling beneath you as you row him faster, chasing your own release. His words devolved into frantic chants. “Break me! Unmake me in your wrath!” His dick throbbed desperately, so close, but you slowed just enough to keep him teetering, your walls fluttering around him in denial.

★ “Feel that?” You grit out, the fury laced with flirtation. “That’s me owning your sorry ass.” You came before you knew it, the climax cutting through you as you ground down harder, milking his cock as you rode the wave out. Juices soaked him while your body shuddered on top. The pleasure ripped a gasp from your throat, but you never let up the verbal assault. “That’s all you get, freak. Edge of oblivion for you.”

★ Finally after coming down from the high, you pulled off him abruptly, his dick slipping free—glistening, twitching, denied. Havik whimpered, a sound of crazed bliss, his hips jerking futilely into the air. Of course you delivered another sharp smack to his face, harder than before, watching that his jaw rattle again.

★“Stay there, lunatic. Suffer the tease.” You laugh at his expense, soft yet pointed. “This is real khaos—you and your pathetic cock aching and begging for what I’ll never give.” You left him there, or he simply decided to stay put. Either way, you knew there was going to be another encounter with him eventually. You didn’t hate that idea as much as you hated him, oddly enough.