rhapsode

Frank could feel the arousal from Virgil coming off the shapeshifter in waves, as if the energy could be used for magic. He knew werewolves were sensitive to it being used, which was useful to avoid traps set up by mages hoping to collect them for their ingredients. There was something there attached to Virgil, but it was overpowered by the lust the man was feeling and feeding into Frank's own arousal.

"Oh fuck yeah I'm knotting this hole," he confirmed when he needed a break for air after getting punched. His abs hardened, sure to not allow any give if Virgil used the same strength once more. He couldn't see the face Virgil was making, just hear the panting like a dog. "But you're not gonna get off that easy," he said before lifting his legs and wrapping them around Virgil's neck in a flash. Then he pulled the old man down to the ground and stopped right before that face would get smashed against the soil. Frank was showing off his bodily control by trapping Virgil's face in that position, the shapeshifter's mouth stuck right where Frank's balls and taint would be.

So deep into his pleasure he was that when Frank's thick thighs moved up, wrapping over his shoulders and around his neck, Virgil had no time to protect himself. Losing balance, he was pulled down until his face was just inches from the ground. He breathed in the dirt, but it was Frank's strong musk that took his senses again. Right there, he was so close to the source of it, its taint, that it was impossible to breath anything else. The air in his lungs right then were the particles of that huge beast's cock and balls. His taint and hole.

It smelt of nature itself. Of the ground beneath their feet. Dirt of it had stuck to the sweaty hairs and without blinking an eye, Virgil's tongue licked it. The sour taste came followed by the rich taste of soil. He licked the taint and reached beyond, to the moist hole, the sweat out of it, licking it clean just like he was told until his mouth tasted of nothing but Frank. Virgil's tongue did not go in though. He felt Frank back into his sweaty hairy hole. It stretched the entrance just as if it was a finger or a cock. It slid inside, wet, warm, like a serpent into a hole. And then it pushed against Virgil's prostate. No client of his witch could do this to him. Virgil wanted to howl out in pleasure, but instead, he put those heavy balls in his mouth, nose buried in between it and the hard, thick cock. The scent there was pure musk, so strong it could make one of the fancy nobles that fucked his slave ass gag. But not him. This was Virgil's natural state. The state of a beast. He groaned, the sound like a roar muffled by the balls in his mouth.

Even though Solomon's redeeming qualities were nonexistent, the boy could never help but feel drawn to all this wickedness; his demonic side appreciated this twistedness, and his human side merely responded to the stimuli. The two fiends were in a way like a diad, the father being the sadistic half who delighted in harming the one he knew would always love him, and Forest the half who was willing to indulge those whims because for him harm was like affection, a vicious and profane cycle. He felt his breasts swelling again thanks to the heavy thrusts the older male's thick cock was giving him in his aching hole; arousal was what made the milk flow, the hornier he was, the sweeter the milk would be in the priest's mouth. As much as he was an abomination, the hybrid was beautiful, even more so when he sobbed, even more so when he cried, even more so when he was suffering, even more so when he was being abused, and even more so when he was hurt.

Solom pumped his seed in his boy until the very last drop was pushed into that hairy hole. He didn't stop moving, even if his pounding slowed a bit. His whole body trembled at the amount of pleasure of this release. Most of the times, fucking Forest was nothing more than a quick emptying of his balls. He needed a hole, he fucked one. But this time, the orgasm proved how big and better it was. Solom had barely registered the words the boy whispered to him. He ignored them completely as he continued to milk those hairy tits, sucking on the reddened nipples until he couldn't anymore and his body was exhausted, falling up those filled up breasts. Fuck. If a demon could experience paradise, this was as close as it would look like for him.

Hearing the other's inner quarrel with his own sounds of pleasure brought a sick and prideful smile to Michael's lips. It'd been his desire, after all. But, Hector had long been the wall of control, guiding their interaction with a steady hand. Seeing the cracks in said wall only pushed Michael to go further, break down the man brick by brick. His episode of triumph was short-lived, however, when Hector continued digging into him. Squirming wasn't an option because it only made those digits stretch him out further and stretching forward to escape them only meant that he'd have to fall back on them completely, inevitably. So, Michael simple sat there and took it, gripping his armrests so strongly, there was a greater than zero chance they'd come off completely. Michael only hopped that his slicked up fist was enough to equally unravel Hector by the cock.

Hector's eyes followed Michael's movement. The man was more skilled at this than he gave him credit for. He was silent as a spy, going down to his knees after subtly making sure no one was looking their way. And no one truly was. An action scene had just started. The few people around were either interested in it, or just in the possibility of enjoying the A/C and sleeping a bit between hours of work. None of them really cared that two man were getting it on on the back. Hector held his breath, eyes down to see Michael's face being painted by the light and colors. Just as he reached in, leaning closer and taking the head like a good little pet.

Gianni woke up before his alarm went off, just like he did every morning. He remained in bed for a while before finally getting up and changed into his gym shorts and a t-shirt. His morning run was a religious habit of his, and mandatory to start his work day with a clear head. Besides, he needed to release some steam off since Amber's presence was affecting him more than it should.

The handsome man was a constant thought in his head and Gianni had to admit that his hand found its way to his cock more times that what it was considered normal. It was quite inconvenient since his men weren't aware of this side of him. It was a very toxic environment and he was not willing to loose an inch of his authority because of it.

As he made his way past Amber's door, he heard noises, sounds that made him stop on his tracks. The mere moans were enough to have him throbbing. His cock and lust were stronger than his rationality, so he carefully opened the door only to find an image that would be forever haunting him. Gianni swallowed with difficulty and before he could even reach down to squeeze his own cock, the other man noticed him. He ignored his reaction and instead, walked into the room, closing the door behind him. It's been such a long time.

Once or twice Amber had found himself in such a situation. His skills were unmatched, his fame large. And even though he was not really one of Gianni's men, he was a hired hand that the mob leader could trust. Calling it a friendship would be too daring in this line of business, but the two had something akin to it. So much so that being caught in such a desperate situation made him only chuckle when the door closed.

"Maybe if these were not so fucking expensive, I wouldn't be this horny." He teased back, but did not dare to move yet. A trained man, always ready to survive, his eyes were searching any danger in the situation. Maybe Gianni would kill him for being the perv there. But what his eyes got were a bulging volume on those short pants.

"I know you will," he said as reached forward and caressed Lorcan's other cheek, wiping away the damp. "You took your punishment well. Whenever you feel like the doubts are burdening you from your goal, remember this moment. Let it give you strength to be as strong and clever like I know you can." It was meant as encouragement, but it came out as an order. He wanted to return the pleasure, but it was too soon.

He knew of demons that were like this. Submissive and willing to serve other demons to the depths of their own humiliations. A few decades back and he believed he would never be like this. Until Solom came and then those bloody humans he had only thought to use but were now things that he dared calling friends. He looked up at Zimuzo and wondered what made that half demon so strong. Lorcan always thought humans were playthings, holes to fuck, souls to take. But this was changing and changing him too.

In the past, Lucas would normally have Magnar perform a small service for him, get his cock wet, and then pound him so that that urge for submission would be satisfied for an evening, allowing Magnar to rule properly the next morning. But now that there was no need to appear dominant and strict, it was as if all that submission had built up to turn the Dragon King into a whimpering pup. Even Magnar's body had reacted in kind, that once massive cock now barely big enough to reach past that bush that once framed it. The one thing that remained was how hard it was.

"Such eloquent words," he taunted with a chuckle when he saw Magnar was unable to speak properly. Seeing the whites of those eyes made Lucas grip his cock hard and stroke properly for a moment. As if his own body was reacting, it was growing with each stroke, larger and thicker. The opposite of Magnar, who had shrunk down with each passing minute. If he could see or even lift his head, Magnar would see the tool that was going to penetrate him even deeper than the machine.

"You've earned a breeding," he said with genuine praise. With the remote, Lucas lowered the speed until it was off. The machine slowly pulled all the way back into its rest position, making the toy slide out with a wet 'slop'. All the lube remaining had dripped, but with strength he didn't have before, Lucas shoved the machine to the side before kneeling between those legs. Each one heavy, but Lucas used all his strength to put them on his shoulders.

"What a cute little button of a clit," he taunted as he flexed his now massive cock onto Magnar's button of a cock. Even those balls had shrunk to be tight against the massive body they belonged to. Lucas was leaking plenty of precum himself. With a move of his hips, Lucas angled the head of the cock into that open hole before using his fingers to spread those lips wide into a gape. No more warning, as he thrust in.

For a moment there, he was back to himself. The fog in his mind, that fog created by being fucked in such a savage way by a machine, reduced until his eyes were focusing again on the thick cock by his side. Thick could hardly describe it. It still looked like Lucas' dick, but bigger, thicker. With beautiful veins popping up in its body. Like a good, trained puppy, Magnar's tongue went out. He was starving for it. Was this a feverish dream or was that cock even bigger than the toy? The dragon, once a feared King of this world, almost a god himself, let his head fall back so he could give himself to his lover. His undying, eternal lover. The only one that could make him goon like that for being fucked and used.

He reached over to his tiny cock as Lucas spoke about it and felt how tiny it was. It was hard, but it was hardly a match for his little finger. A clit indeed. Magic! Dragon magic. The way he saw himself changing that human form of his. He raised his head a little only to grunt, thick veins on his neck as he felt the push of that big thing into him, spreading his wet warm hole just like the toy had done. But now it was alive, pulsing. He looked at Lucas' eyes, staring deep into them as he held the air in his lungs, stuffing his muscles as pleasure and pain crashed into his brain. He finally released the air, moaning like a bitch getting fucked by its alpha.

If it weren’t for the remains of his pride Caius would be grinning when Alphin said Caius hardly needed him to be gentle and he figured the younger man didn’t want Caius smirking. Maybe they were both in denial. Caius never was open about laying with men, especially outside the bath house although almost everyone knew. It was hard to hide especially since he enjoyed being beneath men. Now add being used by fae folk and who knew what people would think.

Being fucked hard from behind each thrust made Caius body move, forcing a few grunts out of him as he tried to focus on breathing and careful to not moan even if he wanted to. His chin being lifted reminded him the older man was still there, eyes locked on his face as he spoke. He was no admirer of royalty, whether they were human, fae, or whatever. As someone at the bottom of the barrel Caius had no love for those who had power and money aside from making his share from them. He’d never brag being fucked by some fae royal.

Shoving his cock really deep, sheating it all into Caius, the prince growled, one hand closing into a fist to punch the whore's back. Not too strong, but still enough to make any weaker male fall down. "You think you are proud of yourself, but you are nothing, human. Just a silly deposit." His bared teeth showed pearl white fangs as he leaned in to whisper these words to Caius. Just in time to see that tongue reaching for his dad's hard cock. He put his lips very close to the right ear, his cock throbbing into that hole. "I'll make sure you will beg." He leaned back, standing up and grabbing the sides of the man's waist, moving his cock almost all the way out, watching as the inches left that hole until only the head remained, squeezed by the muscles at the entrance. And without any hint of what he was about to do, he started pounding that hole, his efforts making the sound of flesh against flesh fill up the small room around the three of them.

Alphin seemed decided to ruin that whore and as his boy started pounding, that body moved forward, pushed by the strenght of that fucking. Soon most of Oberon's cock was buried inside that mouth, going down that throat. If Alphin wanted the whore to beg, all he would hear were muffled sounds, but Oberon thought that would be hot by itself. Still, he hated hurting humans. One day he had been like Alphin, hating on them while fucking their brains out. He was different now. He had grown to like their company even! Still, he could hardly cut his son's fun when all he wanted was to bond with him.

Ovi was ready to lead the scene, to walk Myo to the shore or the wall of rocks the waterfall poured from above. Yet the older and experienced swordsman had taken charge by emphasizing those perky nipples. He didn't have to be told twice, his lips finding a nip and sucking hard. Teeth brushing against it before biting the soft muscle since it wasn't flexing. He moaned at the sensation as his cock head was rubbing against the taint, applying pressure from outside to Myo's spot.

He could feel how tight Myo was holding onto him, so Ovi felt confident to move one of his massive hands and start feeling for that hole. Fingers pushing through with no gentleness as his teeth bit harder at the encouragement. With the waterfall on them, Ovi did turn and pressed Myo against the wall so they were just underneath the overhang. With him carrying Myo, the swordsman could meet his eyes at an even height.

That tongue flickering over his hard nipple was good. Just the thing he wanted. It was a sensitive spot, a button to turn things on in him, as if his body could lit up just right if a man bit it and sucked on it hard enough to leave the skin around red and a bit swollen. He had his eyes closed once that mouth was on him, but as soon as his back hit the wet wall, he opened his eyes and his mouth twisted into a smile.

Looking at the beautiful stranger, Myo grinned at the hunger in those eyes. "You cannot leave the other one like that, can you? Go on, leave it red. Might help opening up my hole for this big cock fo yours." And Myo could tell it was big. Not just from the memory of seeing it a moment ago, but feeling it rub beneath his taint as those rough fingers opened him up for it. For him, bottoming came only through the pleasure of the pain. The pain of being stretched up, gaping after a cock left his tight ass. He wanted that cock buried so deep he would fill his belly up with cum.