He felt so full—full and tired. He just didn’t know if it was because of his damaged threads, or because Harlow had used his ass as his own personal cum dumpster for the last few hours. Regardless, Foxx felt alive.
“Oh, fuck!” he cried, when Harlow rotated his hips, the man’s thick cock brushing against his very abused prostate.
Harlow chuckled. “Are you about to come again? Already? Surely you have more willpower than that, brat?”
Foxx just whimpered in response, no coherent thoughts coming to the surface, beside him wanting to protest when the human began to slow his pace.
“The sounds you make…so demanding.” Foxx flinched when Harlow smoothed his hand over his back, and brushed against the one cross scar that—unlike the others currently on him—would never fade. The one between his shoulder blades. The human growled. “You know…when I see this.” Harlow pressed his hand more firmly over the scar. “I can’t help but wonder how much fun you had setting that fucker on fire.”
It took a moment for the words to penetrate the haze in his head due to Harlow continuing to thrust into him, but eventually they did. “It was fun—ah.” Foxx’s words were cut off on a cry as Harlow’s pace sped up, his angle changed so he was hitting just the right spot inside him.
“Of course, it was fun. It was violent retribution at its finest. Something I know you thrive and get off on.” Foxx gasped when Harlow slid his hand under him and gripped his hard cock. “That retribution should be what you think of when I touch it. That priest burning to death. His flesh melting. His screams of pain. Because, fuck, is it what I wanted to do to all the fuckers who took you.”
His words of violence sent tingles across his already sensitive skin. Harlow started to jerk him off, pulling more moans from him.
“I wanted to hurt them all. I did hurt some of them. Sadly, I only got to shoot the fucker who had your blood on his hands once. But before that, I tortured six priests to death, Foxx. Just for you. Clipped some ears, pulled some teeth…”
Foxx moaned loudly when Harlow bent over him. His thrusts slowed, until he was just grinding his cock inside him.
The heat of the man’s chest pressed against his back, Harlow whispered in his ear. “I peeled their flesh and muscle back from the bone.”
The combination of the violent words, the short, firm thrusts, and Harlow’s hand jerking him off was too much. Foxx screamed out, his orgasm slamming hard into him like a fucking truck.
Harlow growled in his ear as his screams of pleasure died down to whimpers. They came back tenfold when the human released his softening cock to grab hold of his hips, so he could plow hard inside his hole again.
The human’s breath heavy pants in his ear, Foxx laid there too tired to move as Harlow fucked into him again and again. When the man finally came, Foxx had hardened again, and he screamed out in time with Harlow, dry orgasming.
The room that was filled with the sounds of pleasure moments before, was now filled with just heavy breathing.
Body trembling, Foxx tried to regain his breath, even though he hadn’t been moving much. He winced when Harlow’s softening cock slipped out of him, as the man laid down beside him, his body partly covering his.
Foxx remained silent for a little while, just listening to Harlow’s heartbeat. Frowning when the man’s breathing returned to normal before even his had. Fucking damaged threads. He felt as weak as a kitten…Puppy, weak as a puppy, he corrected in his head, in pure stubbornness. Foxx refused to agree, in any way, that he was a cat. As he was not!
His frown deepened when Harlow kissed his shoulder, before burying his face into the back of Foxx’s neck. His facial hair lightly scratched against his skin. The action had been so gentle and unlike the human.
“Foxx…” Harlow rasped, his voice vibrating against his neck.
“Mm?”
“I got surveillance footage.”
Foxx frowned. “Of what?”
He shuddered when the human let out a deep, dark chuckle. “Of me torturing those priests.”
A laugh of pure delight slipped past his lips. “You have footage,” he said, in an almost breathless gasp, his body flushing again at the mere thought of what could be on the video.
“Mmm, every single drop of blood spilled, caught beautifully in high definition. Those priests apparently spent a pretty penny on their surveillance cameras.”
Foxx shuddered, whimpering, as his cock made a valiant attempt to harden again. “I want to see! I want to see,” he cried.
Harlow hummed. “And you will. Later.”
“Later,” he whined.
“Later, when you can actually move and fully enjoy each and every drop of blood spilled. That’s when I’ll show you. Seems a bit of a waste to show you something so stimulating when you can’t reap the full benefits of it.”
Foxx wrinkled his nose as he thought it over.
