Dio’s eyes darkened to a seductive shade of curiosity. His wounded brow rose, and the corner of his lip lifted into a pointed quirk.
Kace showered the man’s mouth with kisses, making his way down that massive chest to the sliver of skin above the edge of his pants. He undid Dio’s belt with ease but freed his cock too fast. The heavy shaft smacked Kace’s cheek with a hot force, making his hips quiver.
Fuck, how is he even human?
It rested against his face, throbbing and ready, and Kace felt all his confidence melt after he counted several steel balls ascending in a straight line to the tip of Dio’s cock.
A flush spread across Kace’s face and teased his nipples until they tingled under his shirt. He wanted to cum—play with himself until he made a mess bigger than the sticky sensation still lingering from earlier.
But Kace wanted to make Dio feel good first and foremost.
Thankfully, he couldn’t hear anyone, and Kace relaxed, knowing no one was close enough to see him stroking and kissing Dio’s cock teasingly.
The man sucked in a breath. His abs tightened, and the veins of his erection twitched below Kace’s lips, throbbing and ready.
Kace swallowed Dio’s tip, licking the pre-cum from his slit then rubbing it along his inner cheek. It probed the back of his throat, but Kace drew back before he gagged, a thread of saliva breaking off his tongue.
Dio was bigger than any man Kace had ever fucked. Even his fingers didn’t connect as he continued to stroke, and thinking about those piercings fondling his insides made his cock ache. He reached down and under himself, sliding his fingers along the tight leather pressing against his bare hole.
A hand played with the shaved hair beneath his curls before tightening into a grip that demanded Kace pay attention to the cock in front of him. His hips shifted. His hole twitched.
“Look at you, swinging your hips like a little bitch,” Dio tsk’d and bucked forward, sending his cock further into the mouth that teased him.
Kace flinched, and the erotic smell of vetiver became heavy in the air.
He moved back, his mouth reaching the tip and his lips clinging as if he didn’t want to let go of Dio’s cock.
“I bet you do this with all the guys.”
No, just you.
“Mm!” Kace jumped, suddenly feeling his jaw widen after Dio began thrusting into his mouth. He clutched the man’s waist, tears gathering in his eyes.
Dio plunged too deep and pounded the back of Kace’s throat until drool dripped down his chin in a lustful mess. The man’s grip became iron around his neck, forcing Kace to take him to the root and grinning at the sight.
The darkness around seemed to speak. It giggled at their shameless display and caressed Kace with a fear he couldn’t focus on. Noises crept past them like people spying on them from the shadows, the trees, and places just out of sight. His body tingled all over, and Kace was sure he felt an innumerable touch all over his skin—fingers caressing the cleft of his ass and circling the soft flesh of his hole, palms pressing into his hips, and both nipples being pinched at once. The sensations were everywhere, but he couldn’t move or brush them away as his hands were glued to Dio’s sides, and his back was forced to arch by the weight of someone unseen.
Suddenly, Dio squeezed his neck and forced every thick inch down Kace’s throat, choking him out with heat and cum.
The man buried his face at the root, holding Kace there for several moments to indulge in the tight warmth hugging his erection.
“Your throat…feel so fucking good,” Dio said in a low rumble before slamming his hips into Kace’s face then fucking his mouth viciously.
Kace whined under those powerful thrusts, each one widening his throat like a pussy. He humped the air by reflex, those invisible hands purposefully ignoring his cock and, instead, fondled his ass and chest until he was cumming again. Tears ran hot down his face. His muscles went tight trying to move, but he was stuck in place, still cumming and only moving when Dio allowed him to.
O-Oh god! Oh, fuck! M-My jaw is gonna break!
Kace looked up at Dio with wide, wet eyes pleading for sympathy.
But, the man gave none.
He kept his violent pace and enjoyed watching Kace’s round hips shake, attempting to control how hard his own cock was getting. The leather slid down, hugging the flesh of his ass and uncovering dark crystals pierced into his back dimples.
Dio slowed.
He shifted his hips, ramming deeper, as deep as he could go, then held Kace at the hair of his groin.
Cum flooded his throat, giving Kace no choice but to drink down the hot, bitter taste in heavy gulps. Thick streams seeped out from small spaces, dripping off his jaw and seemingly from his nose. Hidden hands kept a hold of his face, his neck, all the places to ensure Kace didn’t pull away before he drank everything.
There’s so much.
Dio pulled free, leaving Kace covered in cum and half-lidded eyes clouded with lust. He watched his puppy-boy lick the mess off his skin, longingly and almost disappointingly whining cause he couldn’t blow Dio longer.
“Don’t waste any.” The man helped and caught trickles of cum with his thumb, smearing it across Kace’s lips then watching him tongue it all clean.
Dio smiled, feral and beautiful—a predator before the kill. “Good boy.”
That loving praise pulled Kace forward, the phantom grips becoming feather-light caresses against his skin. They soothed Kace and praised him as he licked the cum from Dio’s flaccid cock.
Everything felt good. It felt right.
After he finished, Kace fastened Dio’s pants, and the man helped him stand.
Dio kissed his forehead, his temple, and all the way to the curve of his neck.
Kace smiled. His eyes fluttered, almost shutting—until something ran through the forest beside them, and Kace jumped.
“What was that?” He asked, frantically searching the shadows. His grip on Dio tightened, and Kace focused on the dark distance, allowing his eyes to focus beyond the trees.
He gasped.
“S-Something is out there! Dio!” Kace hollered, practically shaking the man in fear.
“There’s nothing out there, babydoll. I think you’re having a little of the public sex jitters.” Dio laughed.
Kace kept his eyes in the direction, his brows softening. “I saw it. Something…hunching and hiding behind a tree. It was...”
“Come on.” Dio took his hand and started to head back.
Maybe I’m just…tired.
Kace wasn’t surprised he heard Mason’s howling and Yuna’s shrill laughter upon returning. Anais remained secluded, and Maddy kept still while watching the other two circle the fire like ravenous wolves.
Mason threw a bottle into the flames and laughed after it erupted in a bright flash that reached outside the pit. Then, he noticed Kace and Dio approaching the logs, and his grin widened.
“Ah! The traitors return,” He said, drunker and higher than he was before they left.
“Go fuck yourself,” Kace hissed—his remark catching a snicker from Anais.
“You saw it—them—didn’t you?” Mason staggered. “My servants of the night.”
Yuna’s smile stretched open, her teeth crooked and barbed.
The chill that ran down Kace’s spine felt tactile, claws running beneath his skin.
Mason circled the firepit. He waved his hand above the flames, pretending to catch embers that bit at his fingers. “My children tricked you. Led you here to me.”
A distant giggling traveled through the treetops, through the darkness surrounding them like a crowd of strangers.
Maddy’s eyes widened—uncertain, fearful. Anais stood behind her, arms crossed and repeatedly scratching at her skin, drawing blood and little bits of flesh.
Kace wanted to leave, but the unseen hands returned, holding him still. Unable to move, unable to look away.
“I am eternal. I am the Devil among you.” Mason jumped onto a log, balancing on his toes and reaching for the trees, for the moon. “I am—”
Yuna shoved him.
Mason fell face-first into the fire.
For a brief flicker of time, Kace tuned out his surroundings. Everyone was silent. Everything was quiet. His heart quickened, thrumming like wasp wings and bells in his ears.
Then, it all came back screaming.
“Devils don’t burn, Mason,” Yuna said, practically preening.
Maddy screamed.
Kace screamed.
And Mason burned.
His skin bubbled and split, layers of red flesh melting and cooking. His hair dissolved, going up in flames, and the smell hit them—dirty, sulfuric, the rotting scent of a million dead things. Mason released a sound, a whistling pop released after his skin charred black and his body stopped shaking.
Maddy vomited all over herself. Then, still sobbing, she tried to flee, but Yuna grabbed her wrists and yanked her off the log. The girl fell to her knees.
“Dance with me!” Her voice was a cacophony of smaller, different pitched voices.
Anais was laughing, suddenly joyous, and dancing alongside her sister, who dragged Maddy through the leaves.
Kace collided with Dio in his attempt to escape. The man’s grip turned monstrous, all claws and sinew fingers bent like branches. He went stiff, fear cutting through him the moment Dio's eyes, now darker than night without moonlight, met his.
“Come here, baby,” Dio said. No, something said, something horrible, made of tar, teeth, and terror. “Stay with me.”
Kace screamed.
He jerked himself out of Dio’s grip and stumbled forward.
Yet Kace caught himself and kicked off the ground, not daring to look back or answer Maddy’s terrified, drenched voice begging for help.
And he ran.
He tore through the forest without looking back.
Their laughter, Maddy’s crying, the firelight—everything faded into obscurity, becoming as distant as a dream.
But someone was chasing him.
No, they were running too.
Voices around him wept, those of sad, broken things asking for a way out, for help, and only after Kace broke through the treeline did they all stop.
He fell face-first onto the frozen ground, his body shaking.
Not cold, just scared.
But, the chill in the air set in once Kace calmed down enough to search his surroundings.
The cornfield—now barren and gray with frost, stretched for miles toward a lonely winter horizon. An impish wind bit his nose and fingertips, and Kace felt his face.
He wasn’t dreaming.
“Hey!”
A voice broke through the screaming, sobbing, and laughter crossing his memories, causing Kace to jump and glance over at the man jogging toward him.
Behind him, Kace saw a truck and two others working in the distance.
“What are you doing out here?” The man kept his distance, though he motioned for Kace to come closer, noticing his lack of winter attire. “Are you okay?”
His mind was everywhere—thousands of pieces trying to rearrange themselves, and Kace couldn’t catch his breath or manage to answer without sounding as crazy as he felt.
“I-I…” Kace slowly turned to face the forest. It sat, still and silent—a great presence weighing on him like a horrible dream. “I was…here…for a festival.”
Ice and fear burned his throat, causing his words to stick and break. “And I…”
“Festival?” The man’s tone pulled Kace’s attention from the dark forest. And he looked confused, questioning whether or not he’d heard right. “There hasn’t been a festival here in years.”
Whatever the man said after that was a blur. Kace’s body fell limp, almost losing his balance, but the man put a hand on his shoulder.
Kace stared, wide-eyed and scared, watching as the world went on like a silent film—and the only voices he heard came from the dark beyond the trees.
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