Snod growled, snapping his hips with more force, groaning at the way Frankie screamed for him.
God, he’d never heard him wail like this, realizing that his new strength was allowing him to properly
wreck him in a way he never could before.
He could make Frankie absolutely ache, he could blind him with pleasure, and so he did.
Snod fucked Frankie savagely, pinning his wrists down to the bed. When they’d done this before, it
was only because Frankie was allowing it. He knew Frankie was still stronger, but it was wonderful
that he was no longer worried about holding back. Feeling him squirming with such abandon beneath
him, truly writhing in ecstasy, was spectacular.
Still, Snod wanted more.
“Frankie,” he pleaded without shame, breathless and groaning. “Please... spank me.”
Frankie’s eyes twinkled wickedly and he easily wrenched one of his hands free to pop Snod’s ass
with a ferocity that would have bruised a mortal man. He slapped him again, even harder, baring his
fangs as he snarled, “Want more, my sweet boy?”
“Yes!” Snod could feel the sensation of pain where Frankie had struck him, but it was eerily far away.
It still felt good, but those few taps weren’t nearly enough. He needed to fill up that strange emptiness
inside of him and he closed his eyes as he begged, “More! Please! Fuck!”
Frankie spanked Snod’s ass again, hard enough to make him cry out. There, that, that one had felt
fantastic and left behind the familiar burning sensation he loved so much. Snod’s hips jerked forward
in reply, smothering his frantic moans against Frankie’s throat as another brutal slap drove him to fuck
him harder and faster.
“Fuck, yes!” Frankie groaned low, clinging to Snod’s shoulders. “That’s my good boy! Just like that!”
Snod gave Frankie everything he had, drowning in bliss and the sweet collision of their bodies. He
could feel the thunderous approach of their climaxes, fucking Frankie to the insatiable rhythm. The
bedframe was shaking from his awesome thrusting, Frankie groaning and grunting lustfully as he
spread his legs wide to take it all.
It was then, Snod realized, how gentle Frankie had been with him before when their positions had
been reversed. No mortal could have ever handled a tryst this rough, and it was difficult to hold back.
No, it was impossible. His desire to ravage Frankie was overwhelming and he was not yet capable of
controlling his passions.
Frankie was more than happy to let Snod fuck him as hard as he wanted, his lips parting in a guttural
