#anyfandomdarkbingo

You sigh as the abandoned subway station turns out to be a labyrinth of tunnels and chambers. You lost orientation half an hour ago, just like contact with your team member. Steve, your fiancé and protector.

“Damn it,” you huff and wipe your sweaty forehead. You’re still hot and bothered from the way Steve murmured filthy things in your ear hours ago. “You had to do this before a mission.”

You tug at your combat suit, trying not to brush against your pulsing clit. While you try to navigate the dimly lit corridors, your footsteps echo in the silence.

While on the hunt for the bane of the city, Shadow, a monster kidnapping people to play games with them, you are focused on the task. Eyes, sharp and focused.

Shuddering, you stop in your tracks. You can’t shake the feeling that someone is following your every step. No. This can’t be.

You want to laugh about your sudden insecurity when a hand clamps over your mouth. Your eyes widen, and you try to elbow your attacker in the ribs, but he’s faster. He rams a needle into your neck.

Everything turns black, and the last thing you hear are his dark promises whispered in your ear that he’s going to ruin you for him.

“Where? Who?” Your throat is dry when you try to talk to your kidnapper. He’s standing only a few feet away from you, watching you with amusement.

You’re still dizzy and disoriented, but the coldness making your body shiver tells you that he removed all of your clothing.

“Ah, finally awake,” he laughs as you lift your head to look up at the ceiling you are tied to. Chains around your wrists hold you to the ceiling. Two chains hold your ankles in place, making it impossible to fight him. “I feared I must start without you.”

“What do you want?” You grunt, desperately trying to hide the fear gripping your heart tightly. “Who are you?”

“I am Shadow. The master of darkness. The man stealing innocence and dreams,” he laughs while stepping closer to reveal he’s naked, except for a black mask covering his face. His cock was already hard and leaking pre-cum.

No. This can’t be happening. You were so careful to never end up as a victim during missions. You knew Shadow was dangerous, but didn’t expect him to do such a vile thing.

“You will find out this has nothing to do with you but your fiancé, the golden boy,” Shadow says, stepping even closer. “I planned this to break him… and, well, have some fun.”

You whimper when he rounds on you to grab you by the back of your neck. Cheek to cheek, he whispers filthy things into your ear, making you choke out a sob.

Not seeing what he’s about to do is bad, but feeling him touch your ass with rough hands is even worse. Shadow alternatively kneads your gloves and slaps them.

You refuse to cry out, but you’re scared to the bone when you walk toward a wall opposite you to press a button and switch the light on.

Your eyes widen seeing your fiancé, Steve, tied to a chair. The chain around his body was the only reason he didn’t already free you. A ball gag keeps him from screaming as he watches Shadow step behind you to spread your ass cheeks.

“Did you already fuck this heavenly hole, Steve?” Shadow asks, an amused smirk on his lips no one can see behind the mask. Steve shakes his head and grunts, struggling to break out of the restraints. “We will get to you, big boy. Let me have some fun with her first.”

You look at Steve, whimpering his name as the man behind you spits into the crack of your ass. He laughs as you try to wiggle the moment you hear him unclasp a bottle.

A cool liquid hits the crack of your ass, and you know he’s going to fulfill all the deprived and filthy promises he whispered in your ear.

His index finger runs up and down the crack of your ass, smearing lube all over your skin. You shake your head and fight against the chains, but he pushes half of his index finger into your virgin asshole, making you scream.

“I knew you’d love it,” he cruelly laughs when you try to wiggle away. “Hold still, or I will go in dry. Do you want me to fuck your ass dry or with lube?” He leans closer, his breath hot on your face. “I’ll fuck it one way or another. Your choice.”

You sniffle—he shoves his finger deeper. “Your choice. If you want me to open you up and use lube, beg me to fuck your virgin ass.”

You’d love to refuse, to fight with all you’ve got, but Steve cannot help you, and you don’t want to endure more pain than you already will. “Please…”

“I can’t hear you!” Shadow taunts, adding a second finger without lube. You keen and whimper, but he moves them in and out of your hole. “Louder!”

“Please…fuck my virgin ass.”

“Say you need it,” he growls while moving his fingers out to add his thumb, toying with the ring of muscles. “Say you need a real man to fuck your ass to get you off!”

 “I need a real man to fuck my ass to get off. Please fuck me…” You weakly reply. “Please…”

“Alright,” Shadow removes his thumb to cup your tits from behind, toying with the plush flesh, tugging meaningfully at your nipples until they are aching and hard. “She’s a little slut, huh?” He says and slaps one hand between your legs, once, twice, three times until you cry out.

"I love it when you beg," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. He leans in again, his lips brushing against your ear. "But I like it even more when you scream." His fingers find your clit, tugging at the swollen bud to make you scream. “Yeah, we are going to make her scream.”

Shaking, you hear him shift behind you. It feels like the air gets sucked out of your lungs when he runs his cock up and down the crack of your ass, gathering the lube.

“What was that, baby? You want me to fuck your ass?”

“No!” You look at Steve, breathing hard. He cocks his head as Shadow roughly grabs your hips with his left hand.

“Oh yes, baby,” he taunts, pressing the tip against your tight opening. Your eyes widen, your lips part as you scream red. He stops for a second, huffing before dipping his head to look at Steve. “Nah, no more stopping. This is my ass tonight. Right, Steve? How about you join the party and watch me fuck her ass?”

“No…no…red…red…” You fight the chains, struggling to breathe, when Steve gets up from the chair, the chains falling to the ground, the ball gag following suit. He closes the distance with four long steps to grab you by your throat. You whimper because there’s something else than anger in his eyes. “No…Steve…red…”

“No more limits tonight,” Steve replies as he wraps his hand tighter around your throat, forcing you to wheeze. “Let him fuck your ass, whore.”

You shake your head, tugging at the chains as Shadow presses his thumb against your opening again. He spits on it before starting to press in. You cry out, fighting even harder, but you stand no chance against them.

Steve grabs your hips, holding you in place while Shadow pushes further into your ass. He works your hole open with cruel patience, never easing off until the ring of your tightest hole puckered for him.

“There you go, whore,” he hisses and removes his thumb. “You’ll be so good for me now.” When he slides his cock in, it is mean and without a care. The sound you make as he invades your asshole wasn’t even human.

“Fuck, that’s a good hole, Steve,” Shadow curses behind you, his cock not even halfway in. “I want to spread her open.”

“It’s all yours,” Steve replies with a wicked grin. You don’t recognize the man you love any longer. He holds you in place for Shadow to ram the last inches into your defiled asshole and laughs.

Shadow stills his hips, groaning behind you as you try to breathe through the pain and bear the wide stretch of your virgin asshole.

“I bet she could come like that,” he laughs about you. “Do you want a turn later too, or do you prefer her cunt?”

“We will see,” Steve casually says while cupping your tits, playing with them as Shadow grips your hips.

Shadow starts moving his hips. He fucks you in careful, shallow bursts, each thrust precise to make you sure, he want slip out of your ass. After a few strokes, he pulls out almost all the way, and you think he’s done, but he pushes back in.

“Can you hear how wet you are for my fat cock in your ass?” He growls while ramming into you from behind, the lube making slick noises that echo in the empty basement.

Shadow’s rhythm intensifies while he curses and grunts behind you. You’re about to lose your mind, soul, and heart, shattered by Steve’s betrayal, as the man fucking your ass tells you how tight you are and how you should just take it up your ass all the time.

“Please…no more!” You beg, looking at Steve, who acts as if he didn’t hear you. Instead, he slaps your tits with both hands and moves behind you to watch Shadow use your ass.

“Fuck…that’s it… Yeah. Milk me dry, whore.” Shadow’s hold on your hips gets bruising.

“You're a monster,” you scream, spit flying from your lips.

You can feel his cock throbbing inside you, hot and pulsating. He batters your asshole, laughing when you start to scream. "That's right, slut. And you love it.”

One hand drops from your hip to reach around, his fingers digging into your pussy.

“Oh, Steve, she’s dripping wet from getting her ass fucked.” He laughs and laughs as you try to wiggle away. "See, you're already dripping for me. You want more, right?”

You feel him pull out slightly again, hoping to see the end of the torture, but he slams back into you, hips grinding into your ass.

“No…stop!”

“Hah, that’s a good whore. See, I told you she’d love getting her ass fucked. You only need to encourage whores to do as you say.”

Steve moves back to face you. With his cock in his hand, he strokes himself while watching you with darkened eyes. “She's a dirty little slut, isn't she?”

“Yes, she is,” Steve groans with every thrust you must endure. “Fuck her harder. I want to hear her beg me to fuck her ass too.”

Tears slip down your cheek at Steve’s words. Shadow fucks your ass, but Steve’s betrayal breaks you more.

“Yeah, you want to fuck her ass now too?” Shadow grunts before speeding up. He thrusts four or five more times until you finally feel his cum fill your abused hole.

He stays inside, shuddering and groaning as he tries to come down from his high.

He pulls out, laughing again as his seed runs out of your gaping hole.

“She’s all yours to use.” He steps away, making space for Steve. You scream red again, but Steve doesn’t hear you. He runs his cock up and down the crack of your ass, gathering Shadows’ cum before pushing the tip in.

“Open up, whore. You did it for him too,” Steve hisses while gripping your hips. He’s not patient. Steve rams right into your gaping hole, making you scream at the top of your lungs. “You were denying me this hole for too long. Now it’s mine.”

“It’s ours,” Shadow corrects. He steps in front of you to take his mask off. “There you go, baby. You are allowed to see me now that you had me inside your pretty ass.

It’s no surprise that Shadow turns out to be Bucky, Steve’s best friend and brother-in-arms. He laughs as you drop your eyes, hoping to find a way to blend them out, and ignore that Steve is battering your already painfully stretched hole. “Fuck, fuck…that’s it, slut.”

You close your eyes, trying anything to ignore the pain in your heart and the sting in your abused asshole.

“No daydreaming.” Bucky grabs you by your throat, smirking deviously as his friend fucks you with quick and deep thrusts. “How about you clean up the mess you made?”

Steve stops moving for a moment. He wraps his arms around your waistline to hold you in place while his friend opens the handcuffs holding your wrist to the chains. Steve immediately takes the handcuffs to restrain your wrists behind your back.

You don’t fight them. There’s no use. Both men are so much stronger than you. You close your eyes when Steve grabs your wrists to use the leverage to drag you onto his cock, and you don’t open them when he commands you to suck his friend’s cock.

Bucky grips the back of your neck, forcing you to tilt your head in an uncomfortable position. “Open up, or I’ll break your jaw.” You obey because there is no fighting him.

He pushes his cock inside, forcing you to taste him and your asshole. You gag around him, but his hold on your neck is too firm to fight him. Bucky starts thrusting his hips into your face, not letting up until your eyelids become heavy.

You are drifting away when you feel a sharp sting, waking you. “No sleeping while sucking my cock.” Bucky angrily slips out of your mouth. He jerks his cock a few more times, smirking when his cum hits your face, tits, and hair. “You look so pretty coated in filth.

“Fuck…fuck…that’s it…” Steve stills his hips, pushing as deep as possible into your ass to pump his seed into your hole. “What a hole.” He slips out, admiring the way your puckered hole clenches around nothing.

You try to remain still, praying Steve will stop now, but you end up on the ground, your knees hitting the cold concrete.

“Punk, not so rough,” Bucky laughs as you hiss in pain. “We want to fuck her like that. Do not break her knees.”

“I’ll fuck her pussy first. You had her virgin asshole!” Steve is quick to drag you toward a dirty mattress, tossing you onto it.

You try to run away, but Steve grabs your ankles, pulling you back. You kick, thrash, and scream, but Steve is already on top of you, his body pinning yours down.

You can feel his cock pressing against your thigh, smearing his cum all over your skin. "You're not going anywhere, doll," Steve growls, his voice thick with lust. “Now I’ll have this wet hole and fuck a baby into you. You know, the one you didn’t want.”

You shake your head, crying into the dirty mattress as Steve's cock presses against your pussy. Usually, you love to feel his cock stretching you, but tonight, you only feel hollow.

Steve groans in your neck, savoring how you are completely at his mercy. No more sweet lovemaking and denying him. No more holding back. “This is what you were made for. Never deny me again.”

You close your eyes and try to let your mind wander as Steve’s hips relentlessly piston, his cock fucking your pussy with brutal thrusts.

His balls slap against your ass as he stretches and claims and uses your body for his liking. This is not the man you fell in love with. It’s a nightmare turned reality.

“Fuck safe words, fuck stopping me from finding release. I’ll come inside this snatch and fill your nasty cunt up. And then, Buck will have his fill. And then we will both fill your holes. You’re ours to use and fill and defile.”

You can feel the tears streaming down your cheeks and can feel the way your body tries to betray you, getting wetter, more ready for their cocks.

“She’s clenching like a whore around me, Buck. You wouldn’t believe she denied all of this for so long. My filthy slut needs a good pounding in her ass to get wet.”

“Fuck, pump her full. I want my turn,” Bucky strokes his cock, already hard again. – Perks of being a super-soldier.

Steve's thrusts become more forceful, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Your body is on fire while your mind struggles to process the intense pleasure and pain. You feel an unwanted orgasm building, your body tensing as Steve's cock brings you closer and closer to the edge.

“No,” you whimper into the dirty mattress. “Please, no…”

“Oh…yes…” Bucky snickers as his friend fucks you into the mattress. He has never been more aroused in his whole life. “Come for him, come for us, whore!”

Your body thrashes underneath Steve as your orgasm hits you, cries of pleasure and desperation filling the room.  

Steve groans like an animal hearing your desperate cries. He can smell your cum on his cock and shudders.

“That’s a good slut.” His hot seed once again fills one of your holes, tainting you even more. “Your turn, Buck.”

Bucky claps his hands. He waits for Steve to pull out to remove the handcuffs around your wrists. You’re too weak to fight him when he flips you onto your back.

He lines his thick cock up, this time with your cunt. He smirks as you babble and weakly try to push against his chest. “Remember, you asked Steve to have a threesome, slut.”

Bucky forces his way inside your cunt, splitting you open with a grunt. You want to fight him, but you’re too weak to do more than groan when Bucky grips your legs to spread you wide. He grins and starts moving, not giving a shit you beg him to slow down.

He thrusts as deep as possible, meaningly grinding into you to rub against your clit. You gasp and moan, unable to stop your treacherous body from doing the worst possible.

“This is what you wanted.” Bucky snaps his hips harder into yours. “Not going to last with a pussy like that, Steve.”

True to his words, he doesn’t last long. After a few deep thrusts, he comes, thick ropes of cum filling your stretched-out hole. He stays inside, pelvis pressed against pelvis, to watch your chest rise and fall and sobs escape your trembling lips.

“You only wanted to have it your way. Only vanilla, no ass fuck, not creampie. Clean, proper, and sweet.” Bucky laughs in your face. He leans over your body, kissing you greedily. “Now you are our whore to use because that’s all you’re good for. A pair of tight holes to use.”

Bucky finally leaves you empty, a mixture of their cum dripping out of your abused cunt.

“How do you want her next?” Bucky asks as you try to roll to your side. It’s too much, but they won’t let up. “Ass, cunt, mouth?”

“I want her ass while you fuck her cunt. Let’s make her scream our names in every octave that exists. She will be more compliant knowing she’ll not leave the basement if she doesn’t agree to become our anal slut.” Steve grabs you by your ankle, spreading your legs to look at your cum-leaking holes. “Now, now. You look like a slut filled with our spunk. Maybe we should offer the rest of the team a go too.”

“Please…no,” you shake your head. “Please, Steve…please… I’ll be your anal slut.”

Bucky snorts as you plead and beg them to fuck your ass. “Steve, let’s fulfill her wishes. She needs our cocks to fuck her some more.”

“You’re lucky we have lots of stamina, doll.” You’d love to sneer, but all you can do for now is make them believe they broke you completely.

You end up on your hands and knees after only a few heartbeats. They won’t give you a break. Not tonight. Never.

Bucky grips your jaw, working it open to slide his cock down your throat once more. Steve is behind you, pressing the tip to your tightest hole. It already loosened up, but he lubes his cock before pushing inside.

The stretch is as painful as before. You scream around Bucky’s cock, making him groan as the vibrations make him impossibly harder.

This time, they work in sync. While they work their cocks into your holes, you slowly realize they work too precisely, like a well-oiled machine, because they did this before. Not with you, but with other women.  

“Good girl taking cock like a pro,” Steve praises while switching holes. He alternatively fucks your ass and switches to your cunt, laughing as you babble around his friend’s cock.

“She’s the best we ever had,” Bucky confirms your worst fears. They did this before and are not ashamed to admit it. “Fuck, this mouth feels like heaven.”

“Right,” Steve grunts and rams into you harder. “Imagine, I only got it for my birthday. She was too shy to suck my dick. Now look at that whore, taking me up her ass and my best friend in her mouth.”

“Yeah,” Bucky thrusts faster, close to coming down your throat. “Fuck…shit…yeah…”

You choke out a sob, feeling Bucky’s cum shoot down your throat the same moment Steve fills your ass again. “There you go, eat it all.” Bucky slips out of your mouth to watch you swallow his seed.

You want to spit it out and in his face but know better. They could hurt you so much more with a simple flick of their wrists.

“Let’s switch…”

Your groans as they do just that. It goes on for half of the night, both men switching holes, thrusting, poking, using, and filling you up with their seed until you lose consciousness and pass out on them.

They both move away from you, their cocks finally softening, but their smirks indicate they are not nearly done with you and your holes.

Part 2

It was only a flower, for fuck sake.

Since when does people need to be warry of a fucking flower?

Of course, when that lovely lady gave him the flower, at first Butcher had been confused. Then, he tried to refuse the present, but the person was gone. What could the flower do? It was a sweet gesture, and no one ever gave him a flower before. It was pretty, delicate, and it smelled so good. 

As Butcher walked back to the Boys’ headquarters, he brought the flower closer to his nose and smelled it tentatively.

It smelled like...

At first, the flower reminded him of Becca. When they were together, she kept talking about the garden she wanted where she would grow vegetables. Mostly to force him to eat them because only eating junk food and meat was bad somehow. 

“Why not flowers, heh?” He had said then, trying to make her forget about the veggies’ diet. The smile that then stretched her lips meant two things. She knew he was trying to change the subject on purpose to avoid any green food. And growing flowers was already in her plans.

The flower reminded him of her, at first. But when he smelled it, it didn’t remind him of Becca. 

It reminded him of Y/n.

Y/n that joined the Boys because of Frenchie. In one of his missions with Kimiko, they found her. Kneeling in the blood of the one that just got killed by the fucking supes, holding in her arms what was left of her husband. At first, Frenchie and Kimiko didn’t want to bring her to Butcher, telling her some shit about that life being even bloodier. That her anger would only turn her into a monster if she kept feeding it with the need of revenge. But she didn’t listen to them and joined the Boys.

Y/n was everything but Becca. So much anger and rage was boiling in her veins, her desire for revenge and payback probably as strong as Butcher. And it shouldn’t turn him on, to see someone filled with the anger caused by the loss of people she cared about. But there was something in that rage that felt just so… Familiar. Like someone finally understood all the mess he was feeling. Of course, the rest of the Boys also had their own tragic backstory and anger on their own.

But her… She was… She was just… Y/n. 

The flower smelled just like her, and it should have ring a bell. Red flag. Alarm should have gone out in his head. But it smelled good, like she was standing right in front of him, and he felt at peace, so Butcher kept on smelling the flower until he was inside the headquarters. Even inside, he kept the flower in his hand. Even when he sat down on the couch, he continued scenting it, and the more he did, the closer he seemed to get to her.

The closer he seemed… To… His head was spinning, or maybe it was the surroundings. Not like Butcher was looking anywhere else than the flower, his gaze was focused on the plant. That, or he closed his eyes and pictured her, sitting on his lap, grinding his crotch and getting off on just that… 

Butcher snapped his eyes open in a second of lucidity.

Something was wrong. 

Detaching his eyes from the flower was so hard, like his eyes would pop out of his skull if he even tried, but he managed to look around. The place… was so blurry, like he was underwater. And when Butcher tried to stop breathing in the scent of the flower, he found himself unable to.

Glancing down, he avoided the sight of the plant to look at himself. Nausea filled his senses when he saw the ground move, just like he was on a boat and the ocean was filled with big waves moving him all around. He felt sick. Sick if he stopped looking at the flower. Sick just thinking about not breathing it.

Sick if he didn’t do something about the fucking boner he now had.

“What the fuck,” Butcher managed to say, slapping himself hard on the cheek. It seemed to help, so he did it again, and again, until he was awake enough to take his phone and dial her number.

“What do you want?”

Hearing her voice was the same as heroin. His body was possessed with a surge of energy, of high, and he groaned. Butcher just couldn’t help it, he felt so… So high… High with that fucking flower… Flower he was still holding and smelling like a fucking drug addict…

“Need… Help…”

It was the only thing he could say before the phone dropped to the floor.

-

“Butcher? Hey, Butcher! It’s better not be a fucking prank, or I swear to god-”

The moment you received the call, you knew something was wrong.

When Butcher stopped talking, stopped answering his calls, flashbacks of what happened to your husband came back like a punch in your guts. Red filled your sight, his blood painting the walls. The blood you were scared to see when you would find Butcher.

After tracking his phone, you found where Butcher was, so you left everything behind and rushed to him.

“Butcher?” You called again, walking in the huge place, trying to find the bearded man.

“Ugh…”

A groan alerted you, and immediately, you had your gun drawn out and were walking towards the noise. Another groan followed the first and then you finally found Butcher. 

“The fuck happened?!” You rushed to the man laying on the floor, still making sure there was no one else in here. Perhaps some supes found the place and tried to kill him? “Butcher!” You put your hand on his shoulder to turn him towards you, but the moment you touched him, the world took a turn and you were on your back, pinned by a heavy, burning mass. “The fuck!” You yelled, tried to push him away, hell, fire your gun on him if you still had it in your hand, but you dropped it when he pinned you on the floor. “Fuck off!”

“Y/n…” Butcher sighed, and you stopped struggling. That wasn’t him. It couldn’t be him. He would never… “Help… Please… Flower…”

Butcher wasn’t making a fucking sense and you tried once again to push him away. Maybe it was a supe with the shapeshifting ability that took his place and now wanted to kill you. He would strangle you to death, or take his gun and put a bullet in your head and then-

Hands didn’t touch your throat, but something else did. As his beard brushed against the sensitive skin of your throat, you froze, feeling his nose and then breath on you. Harsh, hard and fast. Butcher was breathing so hard, it was like oxygen couldn’t enter his lungs properly.

If this was the shapeshifter technique to kill you, it was weird as shit.

“Let me go!” You struggled again, and by trying to avoid more touch of his body, you turned your head to the side. That was when you saw it.

Motionless on the floor, it had white petals and a very bright yellow center. And you just knew if you were an inch closer to the plant, its pollen would drive you crazy with the smell of someone you desired more than anything, slowly killing you unless you bang them. And the only reason you knew all that was because you worked on those. You basically created that shit.

Back when you were working for the enemy. Before the incident that had your husband killed, before you decided fuck Vought and that you would destroy that company and burn it to the ground.

“Please… Y/n…” Butcher sighed your name and snuggled his head into the crook of your neck to take a deep breath. Immediately, a shiver ran through his body and he moaned softly.

“Butcher,” you swallowed, knowing very well what would happen if he didn’t immediately get what he needed. And somehow, the person he desired was you. Luckily it wasn’t someone that was dead, then he would be fucked up. “It’s the flower. It has a pollen that boost your sex drive and kills you unless you fuck-”

“Fuck,” he repeated, his body growing heavier on yours. You couldn’t know for sure about his consent, not in the state he was in. At least, you had the confirmation Butcher wanted to bang you for some time now, or else, the flower wouldn’t be that effective.

This was your mess. You had to do something about it. It was to save him. It was to save him from something you created. You had to keep that in mind, he wanted you. 

And fuck did you always wanted him too.

“I’m gonna help you, okay?” You put your hands on his shoulders, trying to make him step back, at least to go somewhere more comfortable. But the situation took a whole other turn as Butcher manhandled you to put you on your stomach. Now that he had your consent, he could do whatever he wanted and let go of his inner desires. 

At least, it seemed he still had some of his consciousness.

On your stomach, you couldn’t see anything, but oh boy could you feel it. 

The material of your jeans being ripped off of your body, like it was nothing as Butcher rushed to remove your pants.

His impatient and needy grunts, his breathing fast and uneven as he destroyed your clothes until he got access to what he needed. What he craved. What would save him.

By the time Butcher freed your cunt, you were also a dripping mess. Glancing at the flower, you made sure it was still far enough from you, one of the two had to keep their head clean until it was done. 

The plant was still at the same spot. And you felt remotely in control of your body and mind.

Too focused on the cursed flower, you were surprised to feel something else than a cock on your intimacy. Rough hand pushed your cheeks apart and you gasped, feeling something wet and warm between your folds. Glancing back, you met black eyes filled with lust as Butcher was licking you up completely, moaning at the taste of your juice on his tongue. And fuck, was the sight beautiful, seeing how fast his beard started glistening with your juice and his spit…

As suddenly as he started, Butcher stopped. A simple, pathetic and needy moan slipped out of your mouth and you bit your lip, trying to at least some kind of dignity out of this.

But it was too late. Butcher heard you.

It was so fast, all you could do was fucking moan and try to remember how to breathe.

His length was already inside you completely, filling you up so much it knocked the air out of your lungs. God, you didn’t have the chance to see his cock, but just feeling how good it filled and stretched you… You knew it was big. Big and so hard and burning…

Butcher didn’t wait before he started moving, and you could understand why. You weren’t even affected by the flower and yet you felt the uncontrolable need to be fucked and to cum. Your body wanted his touch, your cunt wanted his cock. You couldn’t even imagine how bad it had to be for him.

“Fuck… Fuck…” You moaned, your nails scratching the floor every time he bottomed out. His pace was merciless, giving you no time to do anything but moan and try to breathe, and it felt so good, him fucking you into the ground, like you were just some cheap whore he would pay 40 bucks to have an hour with… 

Just him using you with no other purpose than getting his release, being no one but a hole and a body to own and use.

It felt good. Because as he fucked you hard and fast, you didn’t think about all the things that made you hate yourself. You didn’t think about anything. Your mind was blank, empty, only your body mattered as Butcher fucked your brain stupid.

You lost count of how many times Butcher made you cum.

At first, he fucked you from behind on the floor.

Then, between two orgasms, you managed to climb on the couch, where he doggy style fucked you again. 

The more you came, the more he seemed to regain control of his body, because next thing, you were riding him as he was now sitting on the couch and he was slapping your ass, groaning things about how much of a fucking slut you were.

Butcher seemed to have endless stamina. Or it was the flower. In any case, you completely didn’t fucking care. It felt so good, you were in sweats, even if you were now both completely naked. You didn’t even know when the clothes got lost, who removed what, or what got destroyed. All you knew and cared about was his cock buried inside of you, and how good it made you feel.

“Fuck, Y/n, wanted to fill your cunt since the first day…”

It was the first complete sentence he was saying.

“Wanted you to fuck me since the first time I saw you,” you answered, still jumping on his cock. You were slower, your body quickly losing its remaining amount of energy and strength.

“Still got some for a last one, luv?” Butcher groaned, his hand already between your legs, his fingers stroking your bundle of nerves at a quick pace. Breathing was already hard, but now, it stopped completely as your body got seized with overstimulation’s shivers, Butcher easily forcing another orgasm out of you. You cried out as it was almost painful by now, and finally, the roar reached your ears and you felt it.

His cock was so deep inside of you, you felt the ropes of cums shooting inside of your walls and filling your already full channel. Butcher seemed to cum for seconds and seconds, shaking under you, his arms circling your body and holding you impossibly closer.

Both of you were covered in sweat. Both of you were breathing hard. Both of you were exhausted and overstimulated.

You would have fallen asleep right there and then if it wasn’t for his hand roaming every single inch of your body, like finally, he was awake after a long, endless dream. Like he was discovering you, meeting you for the first time.

“What… Happened,” he said after a few attempts to find back his breath, and remorse started creeping all over you. Fuck. You abused him. Clearly. The flower was your fault, you tried to fix your mess, save him, but ultimately, you abused him- “What did I do to deserve you sitting on my cock, luv?”

“Don’t you…” You started, frowning at his comment. The biggest, most satisfied smirk you ever saw on his face was stretching his lips. “Remember?”

“I remember a flower alright,” he tilted his head to the side, his hands now resting on your waist. “Then, everything was… confused, and I felt high, so high, all I could think about was to sink my cock in your cunt,” he gestured to you, still on his cock.

You never felt more embarrassed in your life. Yeah, that was Butcher, straight to the point.

“Okay so,” You tried changing the subject, tell him what really happened. “The pollen in the flower drugged you and well, kinda my fault, it’s something I worked on back then…” You turned your head away, trying to find your inner strong imperturbable self, but it was too late.

“Figured,” Butcher muttered. “That shit is dangerous and strong as fuck…” He glanced at something behind you, and you didn’t need to turn your head to know it was the said flower. “I think someone tried to kill me by giving me this. Good thing you were there eh. Good thing you worked on it, so you knew how to save me.”

“Yeah,” you said, still feeling bad for what happened. Of course you saved him. But ultimately, it was still all your fault. You tried to get off his lap, but hands put you back where you were. That had the effect of a thrust and you couldn’t help but moan, feeling his cock push the cum out of your abused hole as it sank back in. “Fuck…” You closed your eyes, feeling him so deep inside.

“The pollen wore off,” Butcher muttered. “I’m alright. Now, how about we fuck for the good reason, eh? I wanna see your pretty face when I make you cum… Again.”

You tried to deny it. But fuck, you were still high from your previous orgasms, and your body reclaimed more.

The flower and the attempted murder could wait.

"I told you to stay still, Sunshine."

Lloyd sits in a chair across from you nursing a glass of bourbon. His posture is calm, but the stern look in his eyes tells you he's anything but.

You've been mounted to the St. Andrew's cross for nearly a half hour now, and you're getting antsy.

The mission you two had gone on was a success in your eyes, but Lloyd isn't focused on the computer you two were able to recover. No. He's choosing to focus on the unnecessary details.

"Baby, I've been up here since we got home. Please, can I get down?"

He takes a sip of his drunk, swirling the ice around in the glass.

"I'm admiring the view."

You sigh. "I know why you're mad, and I'm telling you, I didn't mean it. We wouldn't have gotten the damn laptop if I hadn't flirted with that idiot."

Lloyd's jaw ticks. Just the memory of seeing you, his girl, dancing with some other asshole makes his blood boil. He downs the rest of his drink and relishes the feeling of warmth in his chest.

"Will you just punish me already? I really need a shower."

He slams the glass down on the table so hard that you're surprised it's not broken. His eyes are dark with possessiveness as he approaches you, his hand wrapping around your throat.

"I don't care if you didn't mean it, Y/N! His fucking hands were all over you, touching what belongs to me!"

Lloyd loosens his grip on your neck allowing you to take in air again. He brings his thumb up and puts pressure on your bottom lip until it opens.

"You're mine. And I'm gonna keep you up here until it sinks in, you got that?"

You huff and roll your eyes making his narrow to thin slits.

"Better watch it, Sunshine, you're askin' for it."

"I am asking for it, Lloyd." The tone of your retort makes his cock twitch.

He grabs a ball gag and a blindfold off the dresser and fastens them in place.

"You oughta be using that smart mouth of yours for something more useful. Maybe I should stuff it full of my dick."

His voice is teasing, but you can't help but want him to do just that. Your panties are soaked from the feeling of the leather cuffs and the sensory deprivation, and you can't help the strangled moan that fills the room when his fingertips brush your clothed clit.

"Oh, but you'd like that, wouldn't you? Just like you liked dancing with that other man earlier, didn't you?"

You shake your head no and he chuckles.

"Yeah, somehow I don't believe that, Sunshine. You may not have liked the dancing with him part, but you knew it would piss me off and lead me to punish you. And you like being punished, don't you?"

You huff and give him a nod before rolling your eyes once more. He notices and growls deeply.

"Roll your eyes at me again and I'm the only one who gets to cum tonight. You got that?!"

You whine and nod as he pulls your panties to the side.

"Look at this fuckin' mess you've made. Soaking wet and I haven't even done anything. You're hungry for it, aren't you?"

He doesn't give you a chance to answer as he plunges two fingers inside you, pumping them fast and hard.

"Look at me, Y/N. You're mine. This pussy, these tits, this ass, this whole body belongs to me. I'm the only one who can make you cum like this."

Your strangled moans echo throughout the room as you feel yourself about to cum, but right before the dam breaks Lloyd pulls away making you whimper.

"No, not yet. You don't deserve it, but if you're a good little girl and ask very nicely, Daddy will let you suck his cock."

You try to talk around the ball gag and he chuckles.

"If I take that off are you gonna be polite?"

You nod eagerly and he removes it from your mouth. Your tongue comes out to wet your lips and Lloyd's eyes hone in on the movement.

"Go on, Sunshine. Tell me why you think you should get to cum."

He thrusts his fingers back inside you but keeps them still. A soft moan falls past your lips and he chuckles as your pussy clenches around them.

"I can be good, so good! I swear!"

Lloyd clicks his tongue and leans in close, his lips ghosting over yours.

“Enter,” his voice echoed from inside, and you opened the door cautiously. Brock was sitting behind his desk, motioned for you to come closer, and you obeyed.

“Do you know why you're here? “he asked. You shook your head, keeping your gaze down, though you knew he didn't like that. He wanted to see your eyes, he wanted to see your reactions,” he ordered, and you looked up.

“No, I don't know,” you answered.

“I've noticed that lately, you've become... reserved,” he said, his tone suggestive. You don't talk as much as you used to, and that worries me. Is there something you want to tell me?

You shook again, swallowing hard. You knew that anything you said could be used against you. Brock wasn't stupid, and you knew that not trusting him could cost you dearly.

“I have nothing to say,” you muttered.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with your answer.

“Nothing? “he repeated, taking a step closer, so close to you that you could smell his cologne. Are you sure?

He lifted his hand, stroking one of your cheeks with a softness, it was unnerving, and you knew that was what he wanted. He was always looking for ways to unsettle you, to make you feel vulnerable.

“Yes, sure,” you replied, trying to sound firm.

He was silent, watching you for what seemed like hours, but was really only a few seconds. Then, suddenly, his hand moved away from your face, and his expression changed to one that was almost amused, as if he was enjoying a game in which only he knew the rules.

“Very well,” he finally said, returning to his desk. You're free to go. But remember, I'm always watching.

You left his office. But you knew this was just the beginning. Brock Rumlow wouldn't let you go so easily.

Every time you ran into Brock in the halls, he would look at you in a way that seemed like he could read your thoughts and you wondered if he did it with everyone or if it was just you.

One night, while you were in your room, exhausted after a long day, you received a message on your phone. It was from Brock.

*"Come to my office. Now. “* *

Your stomach churned as you read those words. You knew you couldn't refuse. Not to him. You got up, despite your body protesting from exhaustion, and made your way to his office.

When you arrived, the door was ajar, and you could see Brock standing by the window, looking out. You entered quietly, not knowing if he had noticed your presence yet, although he most likely had.

“Close the door,” he said without turning around.

You obeyed, feeling a shiver run down your spine.

“Come closer.

You knew that disobeying was not an option. You walked toward him, and when you were at his side, he finally turned to look at you.

“What are you afraid of? “he asked.

“I'm sorry? “you asked, puzzled.

“There's something you're afraid of, I can see it in your eyes. What is it?

You didn't know what to answer. The truth was that you were afraid of many things, but mostly of him and what he might do to you. But you couldn't tell him that.

“Nothing,” you lied, trying to sound calm.

“You're not good at lying,” he said, taking a step toward you, smiling. But don't worry, in time you'll learn “Before you could answer, he took your face in his hands, forcing you to look him in the eyes “ I've been watching you since you came here “ he confessed “ I'm going to find out everything about you “ he promised, his lips so close to yours you could hardly breathe “ And when I do, you'll be mine “ you tried to pull back, but he didn't let go “ You don't have to be afraid of me. You can leave.

You turned quickly, wanting to escape his presence, but just before you reached the door, his voice stopped you.

“Remember, I'm always watching you.

Weeks passed, and though you tried to stay away from Brock, he always found a way to appear in your path.

One night, you decided to take a break on the rooftop of the base. The fresh air and the view of the night sky helped you clear your mind, if only for a moment.

“Nice night, don't you think? “Brock's voice echoed behind you, and you turned to see him leaning on the railing.

“Can't you give me a break? “you asked.

“Why would you want a break from me? “he asked, his tone almost amused. I thought you enjoyed my company.

Was it all a game to him? Or was there something deeper behind that facade he always had?

“Not everyone enjoys being watched as if they were an experiment,” you replied, keeping your gaze fixed on him, trying not to be intimidated.

Brock approached, his steps slow, when he reached your side, he leaned in slightly, his lips close to your ear.

“You are not an experiment for me,” she whispered, her voice low and seductive. You are a challenge.

You flinched involuntarily, trying to pull away, but he wouldn't let you. His hand closed over your arm, holding you in place as he turned his head to look into your eyes.

“You don't need to fight this. You could make this all so much easier if you would just accept what is inevitable.

“What do you want from me, Brock? “You questioned.

“I want everything from you,” he confessed. I want your body, your soul. And I'm going to get it, one way or another.

“ I'm not like you, Brock.

“I know. But I can make you like me. I can mold you, do what I want with you.

“I'm not your project,” you said, your voice firmer than you expected. I'm not a toy for you to play with.

“That's what I like to see.

You pulled away from him, finally freeing yourself from his grip, and stepped back a few paces, seeking to put distance between the two of you.

“I'm not like you, and I never will be,” you said.

“I like that even more.

Without another word, you turned around and headed for the rooftop door, feeling his gaze glare on your back as you walked away.

The next few days Brock would show up in the most unexpected places.

One night, as you were getting ready for bed, your phone vibrated. You looked at the screen and, as you had feared, it was a message from Brock.

*I'll be waiting for you in the training room. Now. “*

You sighed, feeling the tension in your body. You knew you couldn't ignore it. With Brock, every little act of defiance had consequences, and you weren't ready to find out what they would be if you decided to disobey. So you quickly got dressed and headed for the training room.

When you arrived, the room was empty, except for Brock, who was standing in the center, arms crossed and a serious expression on his face. You closed the door behind you, and he wasted no time in speaking.

“I'm going to train you personally. You need to improve your skills, and I will make sure you do.

“Because you need to,” he answered without hesitation. And because I want you to be strong. Start with a warm-up,” he ordered. I want to see how fit you are.

After a few minutes, Brock approached you and handed you a pair of boxing gloves.

“Put these on,” he said and then put his on. Let's see how well you can defend yourself.

When you were both ready, Brock raised his fists and got into a fighting stance, his gaze fixed on yours.

“Attack,” he commanded, and though you hesitated for a second, you finally threw a punch at him. Brock dodged it easily, smiling slightly. Faster,” he said, egging you on. Don't make it so easy for me.

You attacked again, this time with more force, but he dodged again, this time countering with a punch that you barely blocked in time. Every blow you threw seemed futile as if he was toying with you, gauging your abilities while keeping you on the defensive.

“Don't hold back.

Brock was prepared. He blocked most of your attacks, dodging the ones he couldn't block, and when he saw an opening, he countered with a blow that knocked the wind out of you. You staggered back, trying to regain your balance, but he gave you no chance to rest.

“Again,” he said, without a trace of pity in his voice, ”Keep going.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Brock lowered his gloves and stepped back, stopping the session.

“That's enough for today. I thought you were going to make this harder for me.

You took off your gloves, your hands shaking from the effort, and forced yourself to stay calm. You didn't want him to see how exhausted you were, how hard it had been for you to stand up during that session.

“Why are you doing this, Brock? What's in it for you?

Brock moved closer to you, his face just inches from yours, and for a moment you thought he was going to do something unexpected, but instead, he simply leaned in close enough for you to hear his words.

“Things are going to get a lot more interesting,” he whispered, ”And believe me, you'll love it.

The hallway briefly reverberated to the sounds of Zeppelin when a set of heavy, ornate doors opened, admitting the Queen Consort of Hell. 

The sound system cuts off as she crosses the anterior area to the bedchamber, where she flung herself face down onto the oversized bed in frustration.

“Something vexes thee?” The whiskey-roughened voice of the Queen’s fraternal polyandry consort inquired, and she lifted her head, seeing black instead of green eyes.

“I didn’t tell you to stop!” He soundly smacks the naked female demon riding his cock bare thigh, leaving a vivid red handprint, and orders her to turn around.

The Queen Consort shifts to observe the demon, hands bound in a pair of binding cuffs behind her back, awkwardly maneuvering around on the mattress and into reverse cowgirl whimpers. 

“What did I say about no noise!” 

The Knight of Hell’s voice vibrates in staccato and abruptly sits up, grabs his current sex toys braided hair in one hand, yanks the demon into a painful arch while gripping his engorged member, glistening with their combined fluids, and notch his cockhead between her swollen pussylips forcibly slides her back down onto his shaft then shoves her head down to touch the mattress between his bowed legs again reclines in repose against the bed’s pillows.

The demon quietly straightens up and resumes bouncing. 

The Queen watched her consort close his black eyes, breath puffing out from between his slightly parted, succulent lips as his toned muscles flex periodically under the slight softness of his stomach in response to the hot, slick, velvety channel intermittently clenching around him.

The Queen Consort briefly flicked her eyes back to the demon who was striving to hold off orgasming until permitted, closed hers, listening to the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh and occasional squelch, felt herself becoming aroused, rubbing her thighs together, desiring friction felt his hand sliding in between, his thick fingers stroking over her mound.

 “I can smell how wet you are,” that made her reopen her eyes, watching his shift to their sultry chartreuse. “I wanna taste your sweetness,” Dean runs his tongue slowly over his plump lips, wetting them to emphasize how much he wants her riding his face. 

The Queen Consort removes the Knights hand, slides off the bed, and exits without a backward glance.

“All right, meetings over..everybody out!” 

Several members of Boykings council jumped in their seats, spinning to see the Knights Of Hell standing in the doorway with black eyes and red flannel-clad arms crossed, conveying he was not joking. 

They nervously turn back to his elegantly dressed brother seated at the head of the table, reading the document in his hands.

 “We are in the middle of something. Whatever it is can wait.”

“No.”

The Boyking’s kaleidoscope eyes focused on his older sibling. 

Dean could be a pain in the ass on a good day, but today wasn’t a good day, and Sam was not in the mood to deal with him.

“What was that you said?”

“You heard me..”

“..come back later.”

“No.”

Except for the set of his shoulders conveying his annoyance, the Boyking sat expressionless, allowing his vantage point to notice the visible outline of his brother's substantial cock straining against the jeans material. He was now curious as to why.

“Fine, state your business.” 

“That’s the problem.”

“What problem?”

“Family Business.”

The Boyking blinked, not following his knight's train of thought. What did Family Business have to do with this?

 “Dean, I don’t have time to decipher your nonsense.”

The Knight walked to the table, placing his hands on the edge and leaning forward, “Fallen can into my room.”

“Dean.”

 “Where I was breaking in my latest toy..”

“..Dean.”

 “Turned down fun time, and we both know how much Fallen loves..”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, DEAN!!!” 

Sam’s eyes transformed into glistening onyx as his chair flew backward, shattering upon the stone wall in a fury created by his brothers' flagrant disregard of his mandate that what happened in private stayed private, mimics Dean's stance.

The council members didn’t so much as twitch an eyelash, knowing that drawing either Winchester's attention would result in their demise. They were finally ordered to leave and, as silently as possible, gathered their items and escaped the oncoming storm.

“Crowley,” the former King of Hell stops, “finish going over those details we discussed, and any discrepancies you find, notify me immediately.” 

“Of course, Sam,” the contract-savvy demon replied, smirking, “Squirrel,” and departs.

“Now that you have my undivided attention, we’ll finish this discussion privately.” Pushing off the table, Sam walked passed his brother, knowing he’d follow.

The word spread fast among the Citadels residents when there was trouble between the Winchesters, not a damned soul was to be found in its vast hallways. 

Dean threw himself on the oversized leather couch as Sam crossed to a tall cabinet pressing on an ornately carved panel, opened a hidden compartment, pulled out a crystal decanter, and, after pouring two fingers of a liquid into a matching tumbler, moved to stand before the lit fireplace still fuming. 

“You interrupted a congress that has been in progress since I acquired my Consort.”

Dean gets up, “I don’t think our Consort, the Queen Of Heaven, Hell, and Earth, would appreciate being referred to as acquired like one of those goddamn dusty tomes you still collect.” Snatching the glass from his brother swallows half its contents in one go.

 “And for the record, you got to give her a name, not me. So as I see it, since she favors both of us in sexual congress, I’m entitled to call her whatever I want.” 

“You named her after a fucking Jessica Drake porno!”

“You know Jessica Drake’s stuff?” 

“You damn well know I watch porn too!” Sam huffed, “figured you’d pick something more like what was her name? The one you nailed from those Casa Erotica videos.”

Dean bites on his full bottom lip remembering the Good Faith Church’s APU chastity counselor Suzy Lee and ex-porn star Carmelita.

“Even if Y/N permits it, it still doesn’t give you the right to call her that publicly.”

Dean smirked, “So what’s it to be, Sammy? Cutting out my tongue or,” running a finger across his throat, making a wet noise.

“One day, I might have to.”

That stopped the smartass retort forming on the Knights lips watched Sam's broad shoulders sag before softly inquiring, “Remember how I was before her?”

Dean threw back the rest of the drink, recollecting his brothers' suffering.

Their existence in the Underlands progressed from months to years to decades; they found the Knight couldn’t replenish his superior blood fast enough, forcing Sam too, once again, resort to feeding from inferior demons during the in-between times. 

Dean even briefly flirted with bringing Ruby back from the Empty for his brothers' exclusive use in whatever manner of choosing but scrapped the idea after observing Sam’s increased feeding leading to his excessive overindulgence in pussy and, much to his displeasure, others' cocks. 

It began a cycle of spiraling the Boyking into physical pain and melancholy and knowing Ruby, the demon, would manipulate him for gains like before.

 “Yeah, Sammy, I remember,” he replies in such a quiet tone his brother pauses before switching back to the initial reason his anger kindled.

 “I guess I can’t keep this a secret from you anymore. That meeting you interrupted was the latest counsel referendum about options to fortify our defenses.”

“Fortifi..what the fucks going on, Sam?”

“Cas received a message from Joshua warning Heaven's incursion is imminent.”

“We have an ironclad deal with those dicks to stay outta each other's realms!”

“When we were in that prison realm, Y/N indicated there was a chance that the Angels would interpret removing her as a sign.”

“A sign of what?”

 “God wants her restored upon all the thrones.” 

 “You brought her here knowing that and said nothing?!”  Dean twists his free hand into his short hair, a leftover trait from his human days, indicating he’s freaking the fuck out. 

“That wasn’t a referendum, Sam, it was a Greek Referendum…and you’re taking the rest of us down with you!!” He barked in a tone that once would have brought his kid brother to a heel then Dean's expression shifted to trepidation.

 “Did Joshua say how much time we have before those dicks attack?” The Boyking started to divulge when, “Holdup, did he say anything about Chuck coming back?”

“Chuck never left, and some time ago, someone resumed publishing his new writing...” 

“All this goddamn time, you knew and said nothing!” Dean's eyes flared black and threw the empty tumbler into the fireplace hearth, followed by a swing toward Sam's jaw, but it ended up quashed when a sensation flairs deep within, doubling the Knight over, and falls to his knees. 

“You never learn.” 

Dean peered up as Sam loomed over him with his imposing stature, and his eyes changed, not into the common onyx or the occasional yellow, denoting his actual status.

Instead, they transitioned into an ethereal luminosity. 

“You’ve gotten away with things not because you’re a Knight of Hell but my brother,” Sam sighed, “but today you undermined my authority in front of the entire counsel because you never could shut the fuck up!”

The Boykings' attention transferred as the Queen Consort entered the chambers and glanced at the kneeling Knight moves to stand beside Sam, tipped her head back eyes fixated on him. 

Sam cups his Consorts jaw, and leaned over, gently kissing her before responding to her inquiry, “Yes, it’s time.”  

Y/N walked backward, motioning for Sam to follow began removing her clothes, and smiled as he stripped off his jacket and began unbuttoning the shirt. 

“Dean, do you remember the last time we punished you for insubordination?" Sam glanced back and saw his brother's cock once again straining against the material of his jeans. "How we bound you, used you as nothing but a toy for our pleasure? Then Y/N inserted something that kept you orgasming.” 

Dean closed his eyes at the memories and felt the sensation that’d dropped him morph into that long-ago pleasure. Groaning, he groped for the zipper and, in frustration, ripped his jeans open, freeing his turgid cock starts stripping wire.

“Guess you’ve figured out she didn’t remove it,” Dean's eyes snapped open and saw Sam, lying naked on an oversized chaise chair with Y/N leaning back on his chest, legs splayed over his playing with her dripping pussy, stripped his cock faster, “Or what it's intended for.” 

Pausing his self-pleasure watched his brothers vast hands wrap around his consorts' hips and her face contorts into painful pleasure as he roughly fucks his substantial cock into her cunt repeatedly, using her as nothing more than a fleshlight rasped...

“If you’d have just done as asked Dean, freely consume her grace, wouldn’t have had to resort to this.”

The Knight's hand froze as his brother's words penetrated his pleasure-clouded mind, “What’d you do?”

“It’s the only way to get you to join us.” 

The Knight, hearing the Consorts ethereal voice after years of silence, watched her double-tap Sam’s hand, and he slowed his thrusting into a gentle rolling motion. 

“That drink was..wasn’t only alcohol,” she stumbled over her words as the Boykings' long fingers teased her clit, keeping her on edge, “infused with my grace to act..activate the Ovi in you...”

“THE WHAT IN ME?!”

”You inspired the idea, your erotic anime thing, which led her into hentai,” Sam says, “and Plan B.”

“Plan B?”

“That Ovi she implanted contains an undiluted dose of her grace,” Sam sighed, ”If you’d only supped from each other, it would’ve been...”

“Would’ve been what, Sammy?”

“When the casing finish’s deteriorating, your body will absorb her Grace which won’t be pleasant, be far worse than the Demon Curing Ritual.” His brothers' countenance pitched darker than the Empty, “But I’ll do anything to keep those feathery dicks outta here.” 

The Boyking snapped his fingers, and a clear, squishy orb encapsulated the Knight felt his consorts' confusion answers..

“You’re the one who inquired about vores.”

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