“Remember, I’ll be taking it out on your ass later.”
“I look forward to it.”
“If you guys keep flirting like this, I’m gonna vomit,” Hayde warned as he flew alongside them.
“Are you trying to encourage us to keep flirting?” Kinzer asked, taking pleasure in annoying him. He wanted to do whatever he could to hurt him, injure him, even if the only way he could do that was by putting on a bit of a show with Quintz.
They followed the bartender, who was so eager to satisfy and be satisfied, through a series of corridors in the building until they came to a circular room. A round mattress took up most of the space, surrounded by a couple of guards. On it, a male fallen, wings outstretched and hands gripping another male fallen’s hips, thrust, grunting through his teeth. A higherling woman behind him wore a strap-on as she pushed into him, deep. The fallen in the middle threw his head back, calling out as he enjoyed the sensation.
Quintz approached him and said, “Myor.”
The guy was so caught up in his exhilaration that it took him a few moments before he turned and said, “Oh, Quintz, old friend. It has been a long time, hasn’t it?”
Even as he spoke, he didn’t stop pushing into the fallen who was on his knees before him…nor taking the cock of the female behind him.
“Okay…just let me…” Myor said, gripping the fallen in front of him and thrusting faster, pushing powerfully until he threw his head back again, his long dark hair falling across his back as he called out, his ab muscles contracting and shifting as he buried his cock in that ass. He panted, jerked about, before catching his breath and wiping the sweat off his face.
“Just one moment,” he muttered. “If I’d known you would be here today, I would have saved this load for you.”
The way Myor eyed Quintz made Kinzer curious about their history together. He was also curious to know if Myor was into the sort of violent play Quintz clearly wanted—needed—craved.
The female higherling pulled out of Myor as he pulled out of the immortal in front of him, his cum spilling onto the cushions beneath his knees.
Though Kinzer had already been able to tell he had a big dick by how much would slide out as he was fucking the other, it was even longer than he’d expected. And Kinzer found himself curious about messing around with this fallen himself. Myor was hot as fuck and seemed like he would be a fun lay, especially with a cock that size. Not Treycore big, as in not unreasonably, painfully big. Just big enough to make it sting but still be pleasurable.
“I think we should head somewhere a little more private, don’t you?” Myor asked.
“To talk,” Quintz said, as though he needed to make his intentions clear.
Myor shrugged. “If you insist.” He winked at Quintz, something inviting in his expression. Then he glanced at Kinzer and Hayde. “If they want to join, they certainly should. But I’m a little concerned about the one in the collar. I take it that isn’t just a kink.”
“He’s our prisoner.”
“That can be hot.”
He rose from the mattress and approached Hayde, gripping the collar. “Oh, you look so feisty,” he said. “I think we could have a really good time.”
“Hands off,” Kinzer said, seizing Myor’s wrist.
Myor turned to him, desire in his eyes, as though he’d been aroused by Kinzer’s aggression.
“If you hold a cock with that grip, then I imagine you don’t have any issues making new friends. I could be your friend.”
“Everyone here is real big on friends, I guess,” Kinzer said, noticing how his wording mirrored the first horny fallen’s they’d encountered.
“We just love having friends here. Much better than having enemies, wouldn’t you agree?”
“I don’t know. There’s something life-giving about having an enemy,” Kinzer said, turning to Hayde. “Speaking of which, I want this flit out of earshot when we talk.”
Myor released his hold on Hayde’s collar.
“Then my guard will keep an eye on him while we chat.” He glanced over his shoulder, back to Hayde, before adding, “Don’t worry. You can join in for games later.”
He turned to one of the guards who had been surrounding the bed. “Keep an eye on this one while we’re gone.”
The fallen guard sized Hayde up before saying, “He sure is an ugly motherfucker.” He grabbed Hayde by his chin. Hayde didn’t resist him. “You don’t mind if I play with him a little bit too?”
“So he’s ugly, but you’ll fuck around with him?” Kinzer asked.
