Craetis winked at Kinzer and licked the air before him.
Kinzer pulled his sword back and stabbed forward, aiming for Craetis's chest.
Craetis grabbed the blade. The edges slit into his flesh, drawing a rush of blood, before coming to a stop.
Craetis chuckled. “Come on, Kinzer. You don't have your wings, your powers, or your immortal strength. You'd better just lay back and take it. It'll hurt less.”
Mika's eyes lit up. Vera started up the stairs.
“Mika!” she snapped.
“I want to watch,” he pleaded.
She tossed him a fierce glare.
Sighing, he hopped over the rail and tailed behind her.
Craetis tugged on Kinzer's sword, reeling him in. He wrapped his massive, muscle-bound biceps around Kinzer’s chest and pulled him close, pressing his lips against his cheek.
“You know how long I've wanted to fuck you?” Craetis nuzzled his nose against Kinzer’s neck.
Kinzer struggled against his grip, but he knew it wasn't going to do him much good. Craetis not only had his immortal strength, but a superior strength to most immortals, as his gift.
With his free hand, Craetis unzipped his jeans, unleashing a veiny, deadly two-foot spear. Kinzer knew that one fuck from Craetis would easily kill, or severely damage, his clipped body. The very thought made his ass cheeks twitch.
Craetis leaned into Kinzer, pressed his mouth next to his ear, and whispered, “Bet Janka never fucked you with one this big. This is gonna be like fucking a mortal, but better.”
He pinched Kinzer's nipple.
“Ah!” Kinzer cried.
Craetis chomped at his other nipple, pulling and tugging with his teeth.
Kinzer screamed even louder. It felt like Craetis was going to bite it off.
Craetis's mouth released it. “Fuck yeah,” he said. “I like hearing you scream.”
He grabbed Kinzer's balls and squeezed.
“Goddammit!” Kinzer pushed Craetis’s arm in vain.
“Fuck yeah. Say you like it.”
“Go to Heaven!”
Craetis grabbed Kinzer’s neck and tightened his grip. “Say you fucking like it!”
“Never!”
“Oh, you dumb bitch.” He whirled around and hurled Kinzer by his neck across the room.
Kinzer's back slammed into a bookshelf. He dropped to the floor, a few books and tchotchkes capsizing on top of him. He crawled to a nearby chair at a table and climbed it.
Craetis stomped across the room. He knelt down, grabbed Kinzer by his ankles, and flipped him over his head onto the couch, ass up. He straddled Kinzer. His hard cock rubbed between his cheeks.
“Say it!” Craetis exclaimed.
“No!”
