No! No, no, no!
Treycore stroked his hand up and down Kid’s shoulder, then snatched it.
“What are you doing?” the creature asked.
A menacing glare stared into Kid’s eyes. “Saying goodbye.”
He pressed his lips firmly against Kid’s.
The creature pushed him away.
“Stop!”
Treycore grasped his neck and tightened until Kid choked.
“I’m going to have you one way or another,” Treycore said.
He pushed against Kid’s neck and slammed the side of his head against the wall so Kid collapsed onto the floor.
What are you doing?
What is he doing?the creature echoed.
Treycore leaned down and flipped Kid around. The creature grappled with Treycore’s hold, but Treycore was far too strong for him to resist.
The higherling gripped onto Kid’s hair and yanked it back.
“Ah!” the creature screamed.
Treycore covered his mouth with his hand.
“If I can’t have you,” Treycore said. “No one can.”
Kid was horrified. Why was Treycore doing this to him? Why would he do this to anyone? He came all the way here to save him, so surely he wouldn’t be this monstrous just because he thought he couldn’t remember. But he had faith in his Treycore. There had to be a reason. Treycore had had the chance to wound him plenty of times before, and he never had. He just had to have faith that somehow this wouldn’t be the horrifying display it seemed to be.
Treycore unzipped his pants and pulled them down.
The creature screamed, tossed his hand back, and hit Treycore in the neck, breaking free for a moment.
Treycore grabbed Kid’s throat and pressed him against the wall as he removed the sheets from the bed with his other hand.
What’s he doing?the creature asked.
Treycore wrapped the sheet around Kid’s neck and pulled it tight until it was choking him.
Kid couldn’t help but be aroused by it. Treycore knew he would have liked that.
But the creature in Kid’s body struggled and fought against him.
Treycore shoved Kid onto the bed so that Kid landed on his knees. As the creature continued to fight against the restraining sheet, Treycore bashed its face against the mirror behind the bed frame, creating a web-like crack across it.
Treycore leaned so that his torso was flush with Kid’s back and whispered, “Don’t fucking fight me, bitch.”
He pressed the head of his dick against Kid’s hole.
The creature shifted his ass, struggling to get it free.
Treycore spit in his hand and rubbed it across his dick.
