Vex

He felt something gentle between his legs. His gaze trailed down across his bare body bound to the bed, finding the demonic looking white-haired incubus who outmaneuvered him. Skin a deep blue like the night sky, two small horns keeping his hair out of his eyes, slender form betraying his strength. He sat trailing fingers between Keijo’s toned legs, those emerald eyes taking in his bare well-shaped lower half, a semi-hard cock throbbing under gentle ministrations with every beat of his quickening heart. Aryn, the svelte demonic man, brimmed with delight as he watched it pulse to life.

“Keijo, is it?” Aryn let out.

“How did you know my name?!” the archer replied.

“Why wouldn't I know the name of my pets?” Aryn asked.

Though terror filled his mind, the archer couldn’t find it in his to even shift. As if some horrible primal urge wanted him to feel Aryn’s touch so badly, he could taste it.

“What have you done to me?” the archer asked.

“Mmmh, just gave you a little of what's to come.” Aryn said with a playful laugh.

Aryn’s fingers trailed up the archer’s chiseled stomach and chest. His touch, as delicate as a feather, gave the archer chills as it tingled throughout his frame. 

“Are you going to kill me again?” the archer asked with a hint of worry in his eyes.

“Maybe... but I’ll make it feel good too,” Aryn responded.

Despite the ominous warning, and his hammering heart reminding him of what happened before... He needed... at least a little more. There was nothing he could do anyway, so he might as well enjoy what he can, he thought.

Aryn lowered his head to Keijo’s now throbbing erection and kissed away the anticipation pooling at its tip. The archer’s legs tensed, and his toes curled. His breathing turned to shallow gasps as just how much he welcomed those lips. Aryn’s tongue spilled from his mouth and caressed its glistening head, pulling it into his mouth long enough to leave it wet with his saliva when he moves on.

“Nngh!”

Keijo grunted as his cock’s head popped from Aryn’s mouth like a lollipop. The tension in his overstimulated body was already overwhelming. He could already see Aryn stiff with arousal, the pink of his cock head standing out against the monotone of his body. Aryn approached, holding a potion bottle in his hands. He brought the bottle to Keijo's lips, whispering a soft incantation as he tipped the liquid into the archer's mouth. Keijo swallowed, his throat working against the bitter taste, desperate for relief.

"What was that?" Keijo said.

"Foxglove... and a little aphrodisiac" Aryn said.

The effects were swift and potent. Keijo's heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing through his body like the thunderous beat of war drums.

"Why?!" Keijo asked.

"What's life without a little tension?" Aryn responded.

Aryn's touch drew out quivers of sensual ecstasy. Each point of contact sent a jolt of energy through Keijo, his heart racing to keep up with the onslaught. Aryn reveled in the heightened response, counting down the seconds as the liquid danger coursed through the archer's veins.

Aryn’s eyes lowered to focus on the smooth pale balls nestled beneath Keijo's throbbing cock. tender and sensitive, an irresistible invitation for the incubus who wanted to get Keijo's heart pounding the deadly chemical through his body.

His tongue spilled from his lips, a slow, languid lick that drew a sharp gasp from Keijo. The bound man writhed against his restraints, strong arms flexing in protest, veins bulging across his biceps, yet the ministrations only got more intense. Aryn's lips pursed, and he sucked one of the delicate orbs into his mouth.

A low moan rose in Keijo's throat, his cock twitching, begging for attention as it hung in the air, drooling onto Keijo's toned, quivering abs. Aryn's lips left him, and the incubus leaned down to take the other ball in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it in a slow circle.

Aryn's teeth gently grazed the surface of Keijo's tense sack. He could hear the poor guy's breath catch, and his own heart raced faster, pounding a rhythm of excitement against his ribs. The incubus's hands caressed Keijo's hips, the tips of his fingers teasing the skin around his waistline.

As Aryn lifted his head, he could see the heart's frantic, pounding rhythm coursing through Keijo's shaft. a rapid, vivid rhythm fueled by a dangerous cocktail working its way through the man's body. Keijo's cock was a beacon of his body begging for release, a heart straining to keep up with a potent cocktail of endorphins and poison.

Aryn's lips parted, his breath a warm wash against the tip of Keijo's swollen glans. Keijo whimpered, and Aryn could almost hear the desperate words held back in his throat, a plea for help that could only encourage him. Keijo writhed and begged in silence, his eyes pleading, his heart and mind too overwhelmed to do anything but offer himself to Aryn's desires in knowing defeat and desperation for release.

However, Aryn was just beginning to tease him. The incubus's black lips pressed over the toned, bound body before his in a cruel act of denial. His tongue spilling to greet every inch of trembling, sweat-dampened flesh.

The archer's heart now strained against the deadly cocktail pumping through him. His chest quaked as it slammed violently into his sternum, his cock throbbing in the air like the silent beeping of an EKG on the verge of flatline. Every fiber of his being was consumed with the desire to release, and with it, the fear of what would happen if he did.

"You want to cum, don't you?..." Aryn said, his breath hot against Keijo's pale, tense, abdomen, studying his strong and helpless form.

Aryn raised his rear, poised like a panther ready to pounce. His fingers traced a feathery path up Keijo's legs, causing the muscles to twitch in response. His mouth painted a wet trail of warmth up Keijo's body toward his heaving chest.

His lips pressed between the archer’s tense pecs, pressing a lingering kiss over his heart like a mark of death.

With a seductive grin, Aryn pressed his palms over Keijo's heart, fingers splayed out across his chest, then descended on Keijo's sex. Keijo's tip pressed at his entrance, a shiver of anticipation coursing through them both at the contact. For a moment, they remained that way, balanced on the edge of shared ecstasy.

Then, with a slow, deliberate push, Aryn lowered himself further, taking in Keijo's head with a soft, inaudible pop that made the archer's heart flutter beneath him before continuing its dangerous dance. Keijo huffed and arched his body, pulling at his restraints, but nothing could stop or hasten what was about to come except the merciless incubus. Aryn paused, his breath hitching as he adjusted to the feeling of Keijo inside his body.

Aryn pushed further, enveloping more of his victim. His own cock danced to the mischievous delight. Each descent made the quaking beacon of desperation disappear into him, stretching him, filling his lithe, deceptively supple form in the most divine way.

Keijo's chest rose and fell rapidly beneath Aryn's hands, his skin slick with sweat. The pale canvas of his body was marred by the flush of exertion and blue veins bulging against the surface. A fierce frontline warrior, little more than a toy for a cruel incubus to play with.  Aryn could feel the archer's heart pumping in vivid contractions, then faltering, the beats becoming erratic, a wild symphony on the verge of its final note. The pitiless incubus, encouraged by the unsustainable trainwreck, drove the man further into oblivion.

A tidal wave of pleasure overcame the overstimulated archer. Aryn could feel the tension building within his once formidable frame, a coiling stress that echoed through the archer's entire body and into his own. The incubus mashed his hips into Keijo, shifting the tender and sensitive flesh trapped within his body, Keijo's hips bucking in kind, desperate for the peak of bliss.

As if on command, Keijo's body tightened and convulsed beneath him in pathetic surrender, and Aryn felt the first pulse of release. His belly filled with rushes of gooey warmth from the tense, writhing captive.

Aryn let out a pleased moan. It's then, during the orgasmic shudders, that the man's poor straining heart seized violently beneath his palms, caving to a cruel and unrelenting master. Aryn clenched around Keijo, getting off after taking everything from him, his body greedily milking the archer's seed while spraying his own across the man’s belly and chest. Each powerful clench expends Keijo's precious energy in service of Aryn's pleasure. His life and soul were forfeit, a concern it was too late to have. Aryn closed his eyes and huffed out in low bliss, taking it all.

As Keijo's deadly orgasm subsided, the tension that had gripped his body was gone, leaving behind a strange sensation of tranquility within him. Aryn smiled, his dark lips brimming with satisfaction. He pulled away from the softening member, his gaze locking onto Keijo's vacant eyes.

You murmur needy sounds as you soak through your panties. Half-conscious, you keep your eyes closed, your limbs limp. You want to stay floating where you are. You want to be used. This has all been agreed upon ahead of time, that he can wake you with his cock pressing into your spine or his tongue between your legs. Sometimes you rouse fully and join him, and other times you let him puppeteer you, relinquishing sight for sensation and marveling at how he singlehandedly guides you both to climax.

He knows precisely what you want and strips you from the waist down. He rises from the bed long enough that you nearly pry an eye open to look for him. But then his hand is on your shoulder, pushing you onto your back and he’s tugging at your top to expose your chest. You struggle to hide how it’s heaving with anticipation when you feel him press electrodes onto your skin, mapping them around your breasts. Oh, he really wants to know how excited you are as he claims you while you pretend to be unconscious. With the press of a button the beeping cadence of your elevated heart rate fills the room and you hear him curse under his breath.

In an instant he’s kneeling over you, bodily flipping you onto your stomach like a ragdoll. He lifts you at the crest of your hips so your knees bend, giving him access to slide into your swollen, waiting cunt. You bite your lip and swallow your noise, unable to fully maintain the ruse that you’re asleep. Not when he’s so tight within your walls, filling you so completely. He groans as he bottoms out, pausing for a moment so you can both listen to your pulse skipping.

Then he takes you, jerking your hips back onto his steely cock, thrusts matching each beat of your heart, growing in speed and force. His fingers sink so deep into your flesh you know they’ll bruise. He treats you like the fuck sleeve you long to be.

You want to moan, you want to scream. It takes all you have to lay limp and quiet, arms by your head and face down in the pillow as you’re pummeled from behind. You know the glistening juices you’re spreading across his cock betray how much you love this - a semi-lucid fuck to your own heartbeat in the morning sun. The rapid blipping of your ecstatic pump driving him on as he experiments, changing angles to see how fast he can make you beat, how many skips he can induce.

He crowds over your back and drops a hand between your legs, circling your swollen clit. You clench onto him and he snickers. The bastard is trying to get you to break in more ways than one. All your focus hones in on his commanding thrusts probing deep inside, asserting ownership while expertly massaging the pinpoints to send you over the edge.

The monitor chirps shrilly as your heart pounds out of control, your body feeling like it’s being shaken apart by the slamming against your ribs and hips simultaneously. He’s fucking you hard and fast, chasing his own release but delivering yours too as you tighten around him. Fingers clawing into the mattress, you come helplessly, spasming on his cock as you try in vain not to react. You squirm, pressing yourself back onto him to ride out the wave. You stifle a groan as your nipples pebble and every synapse fires at once. Your cumming heart backflips into a string of PVCs, its lurches and skips echoing through the room, a cacophony of release.

With an animal sound he lifts your hips higher, angles you down more steeply. He’s mounting you like a beast, throbbing length pushing so, so deep. You feel him reach your cervix just as his cock pumps hard, painting your insides, filling you with another beat. The ache is so good, you know it will linger. A sinful keepsake. A way to feel him inside you all day.

Panting, he drops a trail of kisses down your spine then slips from your body, easing you to lie on your back again. You remain still, savoring the feeling of his cum dripping from your satisfied cunt as you hear your heart rate start to slow. Then the cool disc of a stethoscope lands on your chest. He’s still monitoring you, watching the peaks and valleys of your pump on the screen, listening to the chaos he caused inside you. He wants to count how many deep reset beats your chambers slam through as your breathing slows. He wants to see how long it takes you to descend from the bliss he hurtled you into. And you’ll only wake up once he asks.

You’re kneeling beside him in bed where he is stretched out fully nude. One hand is stething his heaving chest while the other is around his cock, tugging rapidly as you guide him to climax. You’ve been toying with him for nearly an hour, listening to his excited pump as you kissed him, licked up and down his lean torso, and instructed him on how to breathe. Heightening the experience, you’ve hooked him up to a monitor too, electrodes dotting his skin and leading to the small screen beside the bed, green lines blipping and beeping with every quiver of his heart. Now you can see as well as hear exactly what each of your actions do to it, brushes of your tongue and squeezes of your fist causing it to leap and skitter.

He has been a compliant boy so far, his muscle beautifully loud and reactive to all of your ministrations as you worked it up faster and faster, the pace of his beats almost seeming to match how quickly you stroke his cock. But now he is nearing the end, the pounding thumps at his mitral valve sounding like a jackhammer in your ears as the lines streak tall across the monitor. His heart rate had been spiking over 150 bpm and as his stiff red cock started to leak over your knuckles he threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut as he moaned. You need him to keep quiet as you see him through to the end. You know it’s a bit cruel, but he did promise to be a good boy for you today.

“Hold your breath,” you order, your hand never slowing on his cock. “You may breathe when you come.”

He shoots you a look, something desperate and wild in his eyes but he nods wordlessly. Then he takes a deep inhale and falls back with his eyes closed, clearly fighting every instinct in order to lay still and silent. His frantic heart rate goes muffled for a moment under your steth then roars back with even more speed, thundering for oxygen as you draw all his energy down between his legs. This is what you wanted; to be the cause of such pleasurable cacophony in his body. You smile as the monitor blips wildly, quick beeps mirroring the tremors you feel under your fingers.

He starts to writhe, arching his back and twisting in the sheets as everything rises to a crescendo. His cock is rock solid, so very close. You know you will be merciful and let him breathe soon. You focus your strokes on his head, using the slight twisting motion he loves so much. He whimpers, grits his teeth and tosses his head against the pillow, veins popping through his muscled neck and forehead as he starts to turn scarlet. Then the skips begin. Loud, discordant stumblings of his tortured heart as it pauses and tumbles over itself. The pattern of the monitor changes entirely, switching from a rapid series of peaks to stretches of nothing smattered with wild lines that ping to the very edges of the screen. His rate is up to 170 bpm. Every part of him is tensed, arrhythmic, as it begs for release.

You grant it, leaning down to bite his nipple between the lead wires, lending enough sensation that he breaks. As his cock throbs in your grasp, cum spattering across his stomach, he explodes with a desperate exhale and then begins to gasp and moan simultaneously, shuddering under your hands. The sounds from his throat compete with the ones in his chest, everything roaring so loud that you have to watch the monitor to decipher what is happening. There too, you can document his orgasm as his irregular skips are punctuated by several distinct sinus thumps when air came rushing back into his lungs.

But as he settles and grows quiet again, his heart stays caught in mayhem. A few seconds of its usual cadence that slow into hard, solitary beats. Then it picks up once more and skips at every third contraction. His face is blissful as he breathes hard, eyes closed, basking in the afterglow. He’s alright but his sweet pump cannot decide upon a rhythm again. As you watch the monitor lines go haywire, flipping between fast and slow, rhythmic and arrhythmic, the beeping a jumble and his beats an unpredictable mess in your ears, you’re moved to guide him back as best you can.

“Just breathe for me, my boy.” You coo, keeping one hand stething various points on his chest while you bring the other to rest on his sternum. You press gently, delivering shallow compressions as you keep your eyes locked on the monitor. You know this is just for your mutual enjoyment and reassurance but you can’t help wondering if your massage over his heart is calming it down and reminding it of the rhythm it should follow. You push the heel of your palm into his breastbone and he exhales softly, a smile playing at the corner of his lips as you pump his chest.

The skips in your ears and on the monitor begin to grow farther apart. A few more delicious pauses and double beats but longer periods of normal activity. He drops out of tachycardia and the steady peaks and valleys return to the screen, each ping marking the the moment you bear down on his chest. You continue your insistent, one handed compressions as you hear his fluttering organ start to calm.