Fragments of time were nothing but blurs and blank spaces, and life had become a sequence of memories—a fall into darkness surrounded by the broken pieces of a world left behind.
Glimmers of shards reflecting small amenities—the smell of rain after a storm or watching the clouds in a summer’s sky—were always within reach, but faded under the shadows of dark sensations plaguing his skin with every bruise and kiss.
He’d grown used to—and fond of—the tightness of leather, the cramping of immobile muscles, and the pain of tender skin beating red with their harsh love.
A demon’s love.
And beyond the black void of unconsciousness, Jace heard moaning.
Lustful, needy, and disgusting—a cry for the pain to stop but the pleasure to remain. And little by little, his dreamy state cracked and shattered like glass, bringing him to the realization that he was being fucked awake.
“A-Ahhh!”
Saliva and cum fell in streams down his neck, following a gasp of air after the Red One pulled out from the depths of his throat.
The demon took his chin and tilted his head back to stop the spill of fluids.
“Swallow it all.” He said through bone and teeth.
“…Y-Yes…” Jace hardly recognized his voice. It was all soft obedience and provocative pleas for more of whatever they intended to give him—be it their love or their cum.
He obeyed his master and closed his mouth, drinking down pre-cum left lingering while he was unconscious and catching what remained with tantalizing tongue strokes. It was almost tasteless, not as bitter as their seed, nor did it take several swallows to finish.
The Red One watched him intently.
“Ah, good! You’re awake.” The Dark One purred from behind, tightening his grip on Jace’s leather-bound arms and moving his hips more tempestuously, thrusting impossibly-deep and making a frightening noise of pleasure when Jace began to moan.
“O-Oh…god…m-my Dark One…n-not like that.” Through eyes half-lidded, he watched the Dark One’s cock rise from within, and the demon purposely rolled his hips to increase the size of the swell in Jace’s stomach—a cunning gesture to make him squirm.
With his body arched, Jace’s head fell back in a breathy exhale, lying too close to the Dark One’s mouth. And in a flash of fangs tricking with saliva, the demon ran a serpentine tongue over the curve of his shoulder, licking up to his ear and teasing that narrow channel with wet thrusts and too-hot breaths.
“Your ass loves eating up my cock, doesn’t it, little pet? It certainly shows right here.” Crude words delivered in wicked delight as the palm of his disfigured hand rubbed the bump in Jace’s stomach.
“I hope you sleep well, Fair One,” The Pale One asked in a gentle whisper, talons teasing the wet tip of Jace’s cock, forcing a shiver of torment across his lower torso. ”We are far from finished.”
A seal made of inhuman words coiled around his aching erection, humming in a teasingly soft torture that made it hard for Jace to move without feeling the agony provoked by magic, preventing him from ejaculating without permission. And each time, the Pale One pushed him further into madness by prolonging spells until he couldn’t think straight.
The points of talons touched places that made his body quiver and tightened his hole around the Dark One. More magic forced his damp legs apart, binding aching thighs to his calves and opening them wide with the promise of deeper thrusts.
He didn’t have the energy or courage to resist them, and resistance would only be an opportunity to punish him further for his disobedience.
“Stay awake this time.” The Red One said, carefully observing every lewd expression Jace made following the Dark One’s relentless movements. And thankfully, the Pale One fucked and filled first, loosening him up to prevent the others from playing too rough.
“I-I’m…sorry.” He said, and a gasp escaped him.
The Red One pried his mouth wide open at the end of his words, using dagger-sharp claws to catch and pinch his tongue. The tip of his cock pressed under Jace’s eye, wetting his skin with clear, hot pre-cum and threatening to bury into his throat if he didn’t take it quick enough.
Jace responded by rubbing his face against that throbbing erection, feeling every vein and ridge caress his cheek. He kissed the shaft lovingly, looking up at his hellish master with wet eyes—a dangerous ploy summoning a low growl from the Red One, a reminder Jace shouldn’t seduce him more than intended if he wanted to sleep or walk for the next few nights.
“Your chest is so slutty,” The Dark One’s fingers fondled Jace’s chest, teasing and rubbing his nipples until they were hard and hurting. The demon’s hips continued ramming him, shifting Jace into an odd angle to draw out pathetic whimpers. “Look how red your nipples have gotten.”
Tears welled up in his eyes, and Jace bit down on his lip, not from the fear or pain, but the overwhelming pressure rising in his body from the harsh grinding of the Dark One’s cock inside him.
Suddenly, the demon’s grip turned to iron, and the tempo of his already heavy thrusts picked up to a violent speed. Fangs sank into the bottom of his neck, drawing blood and slivers of arousal. Jace cried out, stirring in the Dark One’s grip as his cock swelled within his stomach.
“Listen well, boy,” The Red One’s fingers slithered further into his mouth and reached his throat, stealing every breath to the point of choking. Somehow, his legs were unbound, relieving them of the numbness as his Red Master seized his face to stroke the tears away. "We have a task for you."
Task? His thoughts were static.
“Someone has been hunting our precious subjects,” The Pale One whispered, the point of his talon swirling and grazing the wet tip of his erection, creating a jolt in Jace’s body and drawing trickles of blood from tender skin.
“You’re going to find this intruder, my lovely whore,” Without care—and ignoring the Dark One’s snarl—the Red One abducted Jace from his brother's cock and embracing him, bringing Jace closer to hollow black eyes flickering with a red light of hunger. “And you’re going to kill them.”
In a click, the leather loosened.
He growled, his massive erection sliding in between Jace’s ass cheeks—the tip kissing the middle of his back—and rubbing his lonely hole in anticipation. “Tell me what you really want,”
The same strange feeling always filled him whenever the Red One gazed into his eyes. It might’ve been something mystical, an illusion created by their dark magic. Or it might've been something real and dangerously close to consuming the last of his humanity.
“Y-You...I want you, my Red Master,” Jace sighed longingly, feeling up the demon’s solid chest with free hands blessed with the red marks of bondage and lifting himself close enough to slide his tongue across bloody, exposed fangs. “Please, fuck me.”
The Red One devoured his mouth.
A long, thick tongue forced its way down Jace’s throat, lashing around as large fingers stretched open his hole. And in a single, powerful thrust, the demon was deep inside, snarling with delight.
The Dark One made an irritated noise, a warning he might lash out at the Red One for taking Jace away so suddenly and leaving him unfinished.
To prevent an altercation, Jace looked up to the shadowy demon once the Red One broke their deep kiss and began fucking him mercilessly. He forced a smile unfiltered by lust and movement.
“I…like this better, my Dark One,” He said, trying to keep his words together. “Because…I want you in this hole.”
His mouth opened.
The raw request sparked the demon’s already burning lust, and he snatched the inside of Jace’s mouth, pulling him closer and opening him wider. And he accepted the Dark One’s cock with a long moan, feeling every inch enter his throat in one tormenting thrust.
The Red One neither slowed nor repositioned himself, submitting Jace to the uncomfortable position if he intended to give even a sliver of his attention to the Dark One.
Envious, the Pale One stopped torturing him with too-gentle caresses after noticing his demon brothers ramming into Jace from both sides—even his calmest master had limits. And he rose, moving close enough for Jace to see his plight had taken such a hard form yet again.
While the Dark One fucked his face feverishly, the Pale one guided his hand to the right spot, and Jace closed his hand around that throbbing hardness.
He stroked his Pale Master, feeling talons caress his face tenderly—almost-lovingly, almost-painfully. They teased his ears and slid down his neck, sending shivers to his pleading erection. Jace was crying at this point, sobbing with pent up frustration and need.
Thankfully, in their mercy—and for good behavior—his master released the seal, granting him permission to cum.
And he did, vigorously.
The Red One growled, keeping Jace’s ass at the root of his cock when he felt his body arch up in a stiff, toe-pointing rapture.
Shadows shifted around the room and played with the glow of firelight, the scent of Jace’s lust driving his demon masters to the limits of their infernal desire.
The Red One leaned in, licking up Jace’s chest and over the bleeding bite left by the Dark One, then covering it with his own in a pleasingly painful tear of flesh.
From all directions, his masters fed their hunger, leaving behind a wave of ecstasy that followed torrents of hot and thick cum; the Red One filled him, the Dark One fed him, and the Pale One painted him.
Every particle of his body cried out until his eyes rolled back, and he remembered nothing—knew nothing—except the inescapable taste of their desires and the fear of giving into every one of them.
After swallowing it all, the Dark One pulled out of his throat, connected strands of cum breaking and trickling down his mouth.
Jace fell back.
But the Red One caught him, supporting his limp body and pressing down on his stomach, where his cock and seed rested together in bliss.
He allowed Jace to drop onto his chest and inhale the air he’d been denied. The red demon grinned, taking his chin and looking down at his cum-covered face with cruel satisfaction.
“Good boy.”
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