Lero slid the head of his dick inside him.
Kid could tell that Lero had far more experience fucking mortals than Kinzer or Treycore because of how slow and carefully he moved.
Lero lost his balance slightly on the bed and forced his dick farther into Kid’s hole.
“FUCK!” Kid wailed. It’d been too much for him to handle.
“Sorry,” Lero whispered, stroking his hand up and down Kid’s thigh. “Are you okay?”
Kid nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”
But he wasn’t really fine. The awful sting just made him think of his Treycore. And as good as Lero felt inside him, he was sure that after this, Treycore would never respect him again. He’d just think of him as a tainted whore. The thought that Treycore would never force himself inside him again, never wring his neck and leave him begging for air, never send him into rapturous ecstasy again, tortured Kid. Tears streamed down his face. He tried to stop them, but they just kept coming.
I want him,he thought.So bad. But I can never have him.
“Are you okay?” Lero asked.
***
Why would he do that?Treycore thought.For Kinzer? What the fuck’s so special about Kinzer?
He sat on the couch in the room beside the bedroom, his ears anxiously anticipating any sign that Kid needed help.
He couldn’t believe that Kid had agreed to do that for Lero. He shouldn’t have. They could’ve found another way home.
What did he mean when he said he was a whore?
There was so much he didn’t know about Kid. But he wanted to know. He wanted to know everything about him.
He couldn’t believe how obsessed he was with a mortal—a mortal that was so hung up on Kinzer, he didn’t even think about him. But fucking him, touching him, was better than anything he had ever experienced in his lengthy life.
He was under Kid’s spell—totally hypnotized by him.
He'd felt it ever since he'd met Kid at Dick Dongs. He could reason that this boy was just a horrid, flawed, foul-smelling mortal, but everything about him mesmerized Treycore. The sound of Kid's voice. His humble eyes, ever evasive. His timid smile. Treycore adored this boy so much that he hated him, and he hated himself for being incapable of controlling his desire, for being powerless against his want for a lowly, nothing of a mortal.
What he felt was more than lust. He’d known lust time and time again. He’d had eons of it.
The chemistry he felt with Kid was so much more. It allowed him to see beyond the façade Kid put up. Treycore could see past it all, could hear what Kid desired and needed in every movement he made. He could feel him in a way he’d never been able to feel another.
He didn’t know his life, his story, yet he wanted this nothing of a mortal to be his everything. But why? How could he have felt this infatuated with a creature that he hardly knew?
He had loved since the dawn of creation. He'd loved Vera with his whole heart. He would've surrendered his immortality for her. He would've sacrificed everything. There was a time when she was good. He remembered when she cared for the mortals, when she fought for them. He remembered the days when the scent of her breath, her secretions, stimulated him. Her eyes lit the fire in his immortal loins. Her words were finer than the greatest of songs. When she giggled, he felt at ease. She was flawless.
But during the war, she'd been trapped in a terrible battle, one that left her mutated, deformed. Her face was scarred. Her body was tainted.
“Am I hideous?” she would continuously ask him.
The answer was always no. He'd never seen her form as hideous. Vain as angels were created to be, he couldn't see anything but the magic in her soul.
But Treycore knew by her repeated need for affirmation that nothing he could say would give her peace. And he remembered when she returned to him one day, her body uncorrupted, as flawless as it had been when she'd been first created.
“Look, Treycore,” she'd said. “I'm beautiful again. Now, you can love me.”
Try as she did to convince him that she had done it for him, he knew that she had only done it to please her own vanity, and as her beauty came at the great expense of siding with the malicious Almighty, whom they'd sworn themselves against, he could no longer set his immortal spirit alongside hers.
He left her. Left her to simmer with the decision she'd made. Left her to dwell on her loss.
Yes, he'd loved Vera. And yet, who couldn't have loved as perfect a creation as she? She had been meticulously forged to be the embodiment of seduction and desire, so his attraction had made sense. And they’d had such an expanse of time together before they united.
