“What?” Pheras pressed against the door, cursing himself for wearing such simple clothing. Not that he would have ever guessed that he would have found himself in such a situation. “You can’t do that. I could kill you.”

“Well, I’m going to die soon anyway.” The Sineater’s gaze fell back to Pheras’ crouch. “Why not have some fun before I go?”

“Fun?” Pheras felt his face grow hot. “Is this a fucking game to you? I’m asking for your help, and you’re trying to force me to help you kill yourself? Do you think I like being this way? Do you think it’s fun to be forced to sleep – if you can call being a fucking statue sleeping – in a place that represents everything you fucking hate? I have to listen to fucking church bells and be reminded of the bastard who did this to me every goddamn day. And you want to have a little fun?”

“Yes.” The Sineater smiled. “So give me your anger. Give me your pain. Give me your sorrow and your fears and your regrets. Give me your darkness, and I will give you the light.”

Pheras stared at the man, unable to move. His chest heaved as the rage and pain he had worked so long to bury broke through the grave of his heart and rushed through him. A familiar pain seized him, and he looked down to find his gloves splitting at the fingertips. Claws burst forth, ripping bloody slits into his darkening skin. “No… What did you…”

“Don’t think.” The Sineater stepped towards him and ran a finger along the underside of Pheras’ cock. 

It took a moment for Pheras to understand what had just happened. He looked down as the Sineater took hold of him. “You… You’re not… Wait, stop!”

But the Sineater only gripped him tighter, sliding his hand up and down Pheras’ shaft. “You may not be able to touch another living being as a human. But as a monster, as you call it, you can do whatever you please.”

The Sineater’s words barely registered as his hand worked Pheras’ cock. Within moments, it was fully erect, leaving the Sineater’s small hands unable to wrap around it. Pheras balled his fists, digging his claws into his palms.  “Please…”

“If only Cardinal Aguila were here.”

The mention of the bastard brought on a fresh wave of anger. “Don’t fucking toy with me.”

The Sineater’s hand went still. “I wonder what he’d say if he saw you now. Do you think he’d finally forgive you for whatever sin you committed? Was it even serious enough to warrant such a curse?”

Pheras clenched his jaw. “Please. Stop. Talking.”

But the man only smiled up at him. “Then stop holding back.”

“I could really hurt you.”

The Sineater squeezed Pheras’ cock as tightly as he could. “Then hurt me.”

Before he could think better of it, Pheras grabbed the slender man, sweeping him clear off his feet. The Sineater let out a squeal of joy as Pheras half-carried him towards the wooden table. Shoving him over the side, Pheras bent his knees and angled the head of his dick until it touched the Sineater’s twitching hole. He pressed forward as the Sineater wriggled under him.

Finally, the last bit of reason he possessed stopped him. “I won’t be able to put it in like this.”

“I’m glad you’re aware of how blessed you are.” The Sineater grinned over his shoulder.

Pheras scowled at the choice of words. “Please stop that.”

The Sineater’s eyes glittered as he smirked at Pheras. “Make me.”

The last thread of sanity snapped in Pheras’ mind. He lifted his arm and sliced through the now stone-gray skin with his claws. Blood welled forward, and he clenched his fist and positioned his forearm over his cock.

“Oh, Gods.” The Sineater pressed forward against the table as his knees buckled and his face went slack. Then what Phera could only describe as a feral grin stretched across his lips.

Pheras dipped his fingers into the cut on his arm, coating them in his blood. Grabbing the man’s hip, he pulled the Sineater’s cheeks apart and carefully slid his bloody fingers into his hole. The Sineater let out a groan, but Pheras couldn’t tell if it was one of pleasure or pain. Slowly, he worked his fingers deeper, the thought of his claws just on the edge of his mind. As he slid his fingers back and forth, he grabbed his cock in his other hand, the pain in his forearm barely registering as he slathered blood up and down his head and shaft. He stared at the Sineater’s ass as he worked the hole loose. The man wriggled and bucked his hips, forcing Pheras’ fingers deeper inside him. He moaned and looked back at Pheras, his pale hair shining in the firelight. Hunger shone naked in his eyes as he rode Pheras’ fingers. The fact that the man was so ready and willing to be fucked by him in this state broke something in Pheras’ mind. He pulled his fingers free, earning a whimper from the Sineater. But before the man could turn around and say something to rile him again, Pheras grabbed his hips, pressed his head against the man’s bloody hole and shoved his cock inside him in one hard thrust.

The Sineater screamed, his voice bouncing off the wooden walls and no doubt carrying out into the forest beyond. But while he knew he should have stopped and waited for the man to adjust, Pheras could no longer hold back. He dug his claws into the Sineater’s hip, his other hand grabbing the man’s slender shoulder. Gripping him so tight that he could feel the blood welling beneath his fingers as his claws sliced into pale skin, Pheras pounded into the Sineater’s tight hole. His blood-slicked walls tightened and quivered around Pheras’ cock.

“Yes!” The Sineater grabbed at the table beneath him, but could barely find purchase as Phera slammed into him again and again. “Harder! Faster! Yes!”

A growl fell from Pheras’ lips. His grip tightened, his claws sinking deeper into the Sineater’s flesh. He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. It had been so long since he had even brushed up against another person’s skin. Now that he could feel the wet warmth of the Sineater’s hole as it greedily took his cock, he couldn’t pull away. Even if he had to become a monster to do it, he couldn’t tear himself away from this lewd man and his sloppy, bloody ass.

Pheras let go of the Sineater’s hip to drip more blood down on his cock. Then he grabbed the man and pulled him up from the table. Dropping to his knees, Pheras wrapped one arm around the Sineater’s chest and grabbed hold of the man’s thigh with the other hand. Then, barely able to contain himself, he yanked the Sineater down on his cock, burying himself inside the man to the hilt.

The Sineater threw his head back, his spine arching almost to the point of breaking as cum shot from his cock and flew through the air. “Fuck! Yes! Again. Don’t stop!”

Pheras heeded the man’s demands, jerking his slender body up and down as he drilled into his hole. Blood slid down the Sineater’s body from where Pheras’ claws had ripped into his skin. It pooled down around the base of Pheras’ cock, serving to keep the man’s hole slick and ready for more pounding.

Pheras fell into the sensation, gorging himself on the Sineater’s body. He dug his claws deeping, sending fresh scarlet rivulets down his pale skin. 

The Sineater cried out in pain and pleasure, his head lolling back against Pheras’ shoulder as Phera impaled him. “Oh, Gods!”

“Gods, you say.” Pheras wrapped his clawed hand around the man’s throat and shoved him down, forcing his cock as deep as it could go. “I don’t see any gods here.”

The Sineater choked as a fresh stream of cum flew forth. He looked up at Pheras, his eyes clouded with pleasure. His voice came out in a gasp. “Cardi–”

Pheras tightened his grip around the Sineater’s throat, cutting off the name. But it still had the desired effect, sending him into a frenzy. Rage and pain and sorrow flooded through him, and he let it drive him as he drove his cock into the Sineater’s soaked hole. Blood splattered across his thighs and spilled to the floor, but Pheras didn’t stop. His cock throbbed as he speared the Sineater, the man’s cries of pain and pleasure spurring him on. Finally, with a roar that rattled the walls around them, Pheras came hard, his cum and blood spewing into the Sineater and spilling out down his cock.

Suddenly, the Sineater turned and reached back, grabbing a fistful of Pheras’ hair. Yanking his head forward, the Sineater opened his mouth and sucked in a breath. 

Warmth flowed up Pheras’ throat, and his jaw went slack as something bubbled up into his mouth. Golden smoke spilled from his lips, floating in the air between them for a moment before the Sineater sucked it into his own mouth. A sudden gust of wind blew through the small hut, carrying the scent of cum and blood and spices. Pheras sagged back on his heels as a weight lifted from his heart.

The Sineater swallowed and released Pheras’ hair. Tears and spit covered his face as he looked up at Pheras, lust still bare in his eyes.

“Again.”