The first wave of pain took his breath away, Snod protesting softly, “Frankie...”
I’ve got you...
Frankie hesitated only but a moment, pulling his cock back out almost completely before pushing in
again.
Snod instinctively wanted to clench down, to pull away from the foreign intrusion, but Frankie’s hot
mouth kept him firmly in place. He whimpered, clutching at the pillows and sheets, the pain still
burning white hot.
Frankie was holding him close all throughout every intense second, his hand at his chest resting right
over his heart, caressing his breast adoringly. He stroked his other hand over Snod’s thigh, his hip,
squeezing down as he finally pushed the final few inches of his cock inside.
Snod cried out in pain and startled confusion. The sting was unbearable but it felt so good to be this
full. He was trembling, tears clinging to his lashes and grateful for Frankie’s strong embrace to keep
him from melting into the sheets.
You’re doing so well, so very well, Obe... my good boy...
Frankie was fully seated within his tight heat now, not moving, only holding him as he finally pulled
off of his throat. He sighed happily, praising, “You feel absolutely perfect, you’re doing so great... are
you okay? Does it hurt?”
“Yes... but I want it to,” Snod sighed sharply, wishing he knew how to explain it, trying to share what
he was feeling through the bond.
He had experienced nothing in his life that he could compare this intimate act to. It was similar to the
pain of his lessons, but where his body would always become numb as the lashings went on, the
sensations of Frankie being inside of him only seemed to grow.
Pain to pleasure, pleasure back to pain, it was an endless cycle that pulsed and throbbed and fueled
the beautiful ache pounding away within the trappings of his ribs.
There was once a time when he had found such immense comfort in his lessons. The agony would
come and lead him to finding peace within himself and grant him absolution. It would never last,
however, and he would always find himself seeking it out once more.
Nothing he had experienced from the Order could hold a candle to what he felt knowing Frankie’s
forgiveness and love. The adoration he had for this vampire was greater than the blind faith that he
had bestowed in a nameless god who never once answered a single prayer.
