Quintz’s invitation had stirred such conflicting feelings. A part of Kinzer wanted to rip Quintz apart, and another part wanted to fuck him, give him so much pleasure, but for his own greedy satisfaction, not for Quintz’s sake. It was a terrible part of himself, but at least, for a moment, he didn’t feel so weak, so defeated.
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Quintz and Kinzer swapped places, Quintz rolling on top of him as they continued swapping tongue-filled kisses. In their frenzy, they hit their teeth together occasionally. Quintz nipped and licked and sucked. He hungered for Kinzer, and he could feel in the passion of Kinzer’s kisses that he hungered for him too. Kinzer had an itch he needed satisfied just as much as Quintz did.
Quintz had fucked so many creatures in his day, but the wild, raw passion he shared with Kinzer in something as simple as their kiss awoke something within him he hadn’t experienced before.
Quintz grabbed at Kinzer’s flesh, delighting in the sensation of it against his own and feeling Kinzer’s hardened cock against his pants.
“I need to get out of these goddamn pants,” Quintz said, and they worked together, pulling them down with his briefs.
Kinzer hadn’t even managed to get them halfway down his thighs before he pushed Quintz off him and hurried behind him. Gripping Quintz’s hips, he pulled him back onto his knees.
Quintz heard a spit, a sound that exhilarated him. He took a deep breath, preparing for what he knew would be a painful, forceful entry. It was what he wanted…what he needed…what he ached for.
As Kinzer pushed the head of his dick against his tight hole, Quintz awaited that sharp sensation, one he was so familiar with in his long life. He tried to guess how it would feel based on his previous experiences with immortals Kinzer’s size. But it didn’t take long before Kinzer was working his way into him, Quintz grinding his teeth together as he grunted. The pressure was so intense.
Kinzer gripped Quintz’s hip with one hand as he pulled out and offered some more licks and spit to his palm to help ease his way in. He made another attempt, and though he was more successful pushing back inside, the sting was powerful, radiating in a way Quintz was sure was like the pain of the sting in the whip he’d attacked Kinzer with.
A forceful push in and Quintz didn’t hold back. He cried out in anguish.
When Kinzer managed to get deep within him, he leaned down, hooked an arm around Quintz, and pulled him back, forcing him to arch his back as he invaded Quintz’s hole. Pressing that cock against Quintz’s prostate, he slid his arm around Quintz’s throat while offering sloppy kisses up and down the back of his neck. His kisses seemed to be filled with desperation, as though he’d been starving without experiences like this for too long, but Quintz knew from his spying that Kinzer had fucked plenty since they’d begun tracking him. And based on his skill at pushing within, Quintz could feel the experience of a creature like Kinzer, could enjoy a fallen who knew how to fuck.
Kinzer leaned back, pulling Quintz with him, commanding his body, being his master as he pulled him upright, pushing that cock deep within.
“Fuck, Kinzer! Yes!” he called out. “Fuck, yes!”
“You fucking bastard.” Kinzer’s hands were greedy across his flesh, groping, stroking. His fingers probed him before clawing. Quintz hoped he drew blood.
Turning his head for a kiss, Quintz’s mouth fell open, awaiting the attention, which Kinzer didn’t offer. With his face cringed up, Kinzer plowed into him. He grabbed Quintz by his hair and yanked back.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it, you fucking bastard?” Kinzer asked.
“Yes! Kinzer, please!”
Kinzer pulled out of him, pushing to his feet. He grabbed Quintz from behind and lifted him, shoving him onto the cot. The way he manhandled Quintz, so aggressively, as though he wasn’t even worthy of respect, made Quintz’s cock even harder.
Kinzer forced Quintz onto his back before resting his knees on either side of Quintz’s legs. He grabbed Quintz’s wrists, pulled them over his head, and locked them in the cuffs he’d previously been restrained in.
Now Quintz was uneasy. He knew Kinzer didn’t trust them, and he feared Kinzer might use this as an opportunity to escape. The guards would catch him, wherever he ran off to, but Quintz wanted to believe that he would stick around, if only to let him come first.
Kinzer grabbed Quintz’s legs and pulled him back before pushing back into him. Quintz’s eyes rolled back as he enjoyed the delightful pain radiating through him—a mix of his flesh tearing and that fat cock jamming into his prostate.
Kinzer fucked him good before he stopped and laid a punch into Quintz’s face again.
“Give it to me,” Quintz begged, and Kinzer grunted like he was pissed that Quintz was begging for it—that he wanted it.
He fucked him harder.
Quintz’s dick, stiff as a board, leaked onto his abdomen. Kinzer tilted him to the side, and as he plowed into him, Quintz’s wrists were cut by the cuffs. He called out because now the pain was becoming too great for him to bear, but Kinzer was relentless in his pursuit of pleasing himself with his hole.
“Take it,” Quintz begged, despite how his body warred against him.
He knew pain. It could be managed. It could be endured, even when it was at its worst.
Kinzer leaned down and spoke into Quintz’s ear, “How did it feel to be making me feel like such a fucking bitch? How’d it feel to have power over me and fucking make me feel like nothing?”
“Terrible,” Quintz confessed, which made Kinzer stop fucking him.
