“What?”
Harlow leaned forward, the man’s eyes warming as he drew closer to him. “How about, after we are done here, we go home and watch every bloody hour of me torturing those bastard priests?”
Body beginning to heat, Foxx’s cock twitched. “Every hour? How many?” he asked breathlessly.
“Enough for me to fuck you all day.”
Foxx swallowed hard. “Big words, old man.”
“Not just words.”
Licking his lips, he demanded, “Prove it.”
Harlow let out a dark chuckle. “Gladly, brat.”
With his hands gripping Foxx’s plump ass, Harlow slammed his cock hard in and out of the man’s already cum-filled hole. The sound of their skin slapping together, even the slick noise of the lube and cum mixing together, was drowned out by the vampire’s unintelligible cries, and the screams coming from the TV.
Harlow groaned in time with each scream of terror that the now months dead man let out. His little sadist’s hole clenched with each and every cry, the vampire taking pleasure in the man’s pain.
With over twenty-four hours of footage, and knowing the ‘good’ stuff was near the middle, he hadn’t started the security recording at the beginning. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since they started, or how far into the footage they were, because he had lost track of how many times he’d come inside the vampire. But judging by how bad his thirst was dogging him, the body aches, and the amount of cum leaking from Foxx’s ass, it had been hours.
As for what was happening on the screen besides torture, he didn’t know. Harlow found he couldn’t look at the screen, and had in fact tuned out his own voice since the beginning.
Because…he sounded off. His own voice on the security footage sounded foreign to him. There was anger, but…the sharp edge to it…was wrong.
It was as if he could hear what he couldn’t then… Desperation. The Harlow on the recording sounded desperate.
He shoved the thought from his head and forced himself to tune it out again. Focusing solely on the tight hole around his cock, and the sweet moans coming from Foxx’s lips as he clawed at the bedding and moved into each thrust.
“HARL—” Foxx tried to call for him, but the name cut off as the vampire screamed in pleasure, spasming once again as he came.
Harlow pumped his hips, letting out a low groan, just riding through Foxx’s orgasm. When the man finished, lying there panting and unmoving, he slowed to a stop, letting the vampire catch his breath for a moment. But soon enough, he was fucking in and out of Foxx again, just as hard as he had been.
* * *
Foxx’s heartwas beating so fast that he was pretty sure it may just decide to give the fuck up. Meanwhile, he was breathing like he’d smoked every day of his seven hundred plus years.
Foxx whimpered pathetically as Harlow’s hard cock continued to pound into his sore, dripping hole. Despite how much he’d come already, he was hard again, so he continued to lay there and let Harlow use his ass like fucking was all it was made for.
The wetness under him had only grown as more time passed, but still Foxx didn’t move. He remained on his stomach, eyes locked on the TV.
A shiver of pleasure ran through him, as even in his exhausted daze, he’d still been able to catch the exact moment when the current man being tortured on the screen died. Another shudder came when Harlow growled angrily in the video.
Harlow punched the dead priest. “Fucking weakling!”
The human was so angry. Foxx had seemed Harlow angry before, but this seemed different somehow. The man on this video seemed a step above. It was like, while normal Harlow was more self-restricted in his anger, the Harlow in the video had nothing holding him back.
“I think his heart gave out.” Tony tsked. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have told you that major permanent injuries were allowed.”
Ah…Tony had removed the leash that usually kept Harlow from doing more damage… Did that explain the difference?
Harlow spun. His expression was demonic as the human screamed, “We are wasting time on these fuckers!”
“It’s been a day, Harlow. We are doing all that we can. There is still time. We will find Foxx, and whoever else they took.”
“It’s a day too long!” the man bellowed as he stood there, chest heaving up and down, his blood covered hands clenched.
The video was so clear that Foxx would have sworn he’d seen a brief look of panic in the human’s eyes. But that couldn’t be right. Harlow wouldn’t panic about him…would he?
