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Tying up some of the loose wiring in the security room, Eren Jaeger wiped his brow and sighed in relief that his work was almost done. He honestly hated doing the system wiring and electrical conduits here at Rose Maria Casino, it was one damn hell of a pain in his ass. Twisting the last of the cables together he shut the metal breaker box and took off his gloves, “done!” Shifting to his feet he grabbed his tools and made his way out into the hallway, nodding at the security to go ahead and pat him down for anything he could possible NOT have stolen.

“He’s clean,” the guard confirmed as he backed up only slightly, “now then Mr. Jaeger, I was asked to escort you back up to the main floor. It seems Mr. Rivaille would like you to look into another room with circuit breakers that need some attention.”

The hell? It was almost time for him to get off shift, how in the hell does this billionaire asshole keep coming up with more shit for him to keep coming back here? Eren kept a poised smile on his face, “lead the way my good man!” He practically wanted to choke the fuckers, god damn it he was tired, sweaty, and he HATED this place full of plastic celebrities and narcissistic rich assholes. All of the vanity held in this palace of arrogant jackasses was honestly the last place he wanted to stay and do MORE overtime for, a case of beer and porn were waiting for him at home. Getting onto the elevator he watched as the guards went to either side of him and pressed the ‘main’ button, it was a quiet ride with boring music that could of knocked out Mike Tyson if he was in here.

DING!

 Stepping into the main foyer he felt the sickening need to vomit but forced composure as the heady smell of putrid perfumes incinerated his nostrils. Who the fuck can stand this shit every damn given day of the week? Walking forward with security, he followed them to a surmountable crowd of heavily make-up cladded celebutants surrounding the “King.” Sorry, excuse him for the sarcasm, Levi Rivaille, one of the bigwigs of the financial world. Gods how he hated speaking with this man, he sighed heavily as the men pushed the some of the crowd aside to make room. “Mr. Rivaille, we’ve brought Mr. Jaeger as you’ve asked.”

Forcing a smile, Eren bowed slightly and then raised his gaze to meet the billionaire’s equally scrutinizing auburn eyes. Money, sex, and distinctively provocative superior features. Damn him. “Your guards informed me that you request my assistance for another set of circuit wiring,” Eren kept his business friendly smile plastered onto his face, “if it isn’t too much of a hassle Mr. Rivaille, can you kindly show me where the location is so I can dutifully take care of the issue immediately?”

Levi gave an amused grin at him, “I’ll escort you there personally Mr. Jaeger, as the area I would like you to assign you to is actually my penthouse.” A eruption of shocked gasps cannoned around him, as all the men and women who had gathered in this tight circle suddenly had eyes on him.  Piercing glares of jealously practically burned into his skin as he kept his composure, “please lead the way Mr. Rivaille.” He observed the “King” carefully extracting himself from a clingy groupie’s clenching hands, “please follow me this way.” Eren resisted a gasp as Levi placed a heated touch against his back, ushering him out of the mosh pit of strangers and directly towards the VIP elevator shaft. “I’ve already called your company ahead of time to inform them you will be staying extra hours here,” the billionaire spoke as he swiped his card through a card reader, a fateful dinging of the doors sliding open he suddenly felt a sense of trepidation. Eren's gut literally twisting into knots as he felt the Levi push him forward into the confined space, “don’t worry Mr. Jaeger, you have nothing to fear.” He watched as the other man followed him in, his eyes latching onto his, “as long as you obey commands correctly.”

It was probably the first time he had ever been up to the penthouse floor, the wide spacious living area was one hell of a spacious kingdom up here on its own. Plush leather seats possibly stuffed with goose feathers, drapes made of most likely the finest of silk. Hell, even the carpet looked like fluffy cloud cotton candy pillow goodness, if he wasn’t in Levi's presence he would of kicked his shoes off and went rolling all over the place.

“This way Mr. Jaeger,” Mr. Rivaille's voice brought him back from his childish daydreaming, turning his head he let his eyes follow the lean backside of the man. This sucked, not only was this man already a power player in everything, Eren observed the contours of toned muscles rippling through the suit Levi was wearing, he had a muscular body to boot. Damn these rich people. Shaking his head he followed the other man’s lead and went up a flight of stairs to a large poster room with a connecting master bedroom off to the side.

DAMN THESE RICH PEOPLE.

“So where is this unit you would like me to look at, sir?” Eren grinned as he advanced over to where Levi was, he watched in awe as the man punched some numbers into an odd shaped box. Eren blinked as the wall in front of them actually rolled up into the ceiling revealing a hidden room on the other side, blank screens were situated along the walls of the room along with massive amounts of keyboards and tangled wires. “This is my personal observation room for the casino, unfortunately I may have snapped a few wires by accident causing the whole system to malfunction become idle.”

No shit Sherlock.

Eren grimaced at the poor cables that ran around in zigzags across the floor, wires hung off the ceiling like party streamers, while the massive pile of keyboards off to the right looked like a graveyard of electronic devices. “Well then, I’ll get right to it Mr. Rivaille.” Eren grinned as politely as possible as he turned his back to the man and began to toil away at the haphazard of wires and blown circuitry surrounding him.

“By the way Mr. Jaeger, I have a meeting I must attend to downstairs. If you can, I would prefer to have my camera system to be fully operational by the time I get back in two hours.” Levi smirked as he turned away from Eren, “also please be careful not to become too enamored with the video feed that comes from the cameras. You may see objectionable material that may be quite disturbing.”

Damn. It was hot as hell.

Unzipping the top part of his jumpsuit, Eren let the flimsy polythene fabric slide off his arms and down to hand at his torso. His utility belt keeping the orange material from sliding down any farther as he worked diligently at the task he was given. His fingers worked and untangled, plugged and unplugged deadlines and reconnected newer and more stable cables into the camera system. Sweat beaded down his temple as he finally finished the last circuit board of underneath this monstrosity of an observation room.

“Now to check if the cameras are operational,” he looked at his watch, good, he had finished earlier than the estimated time he was assigned. Rising to his feet he fiddled with his fanny pack of goodies and found his flashlight, turning on the small utility tool he flashed the stream of light onto the walls.

“There it is,” Eren huffed as he flicked the switch to the observation room to 'on,’ like magic the screen on the paneling whirred to life.

Projecting places of different parts of the casino, a triumphant grin came across his lips as he punched the air, “YOSH!” Eat that Mr. Rivaille, finished before your ass could even…Eren stopped midway of his thoughts as one of the screens focused on a strange room. Leaning forward he narrowed his eyes as he let his fingers glide to the keyboard, typing in coordinate keys the picture on the screen he was focused on magnified. A female woman, in possibly her late 20s, was bound and gagged in a bird cage and being curtailed off to a dark room. Was there a strange fetish party going on? Switching cameras he followed the bird cage into a darkened room, a bleakly lit stage appeared on his screen as he zeroed in on what was going on.

“I think these cameras have voice recording….” his fingers clacked some pass codes into the system and turned on the microphone in the dimly lighted room. “Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Black Market Auctions, today we have a lovely woman up for sale tonight. Use her, abuse her, she’s the perfect house slave and much more! Bidding will start at 5 million dollars!”

The words that had just aired into the room suddenly tore him a new hole in the depths of his gut, he knew he couldn’t have gone senile in less than two hours.. “Black market… auction…?” He felt a surge of nausea bubble up from his gut, as he slowly started to back away from the monitors. Eren turned on his heel and felt the air that he was about to inhale get knocked out of him, Levi Rivaille stood before him as a shock wave of pain could be felt stabbing into his stomach.

“Sorry Mr. Jaeger…. or should I call you Eren?” The billionaire smirked as Eren looked down to see a needle had been forced under the tissue of his skin, his mind starting to spin as his body suddenly began to crumple to the floor.

“But I told you not to become to fascinated with the video feed being projected from the cameras.” Eren angrily kept his eyes on Levi as he tried to reach up and punch him only to have his body fail to comply, his vision succumbing to darkness as he went numb.

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“It’s time to wake up, Eren.” Levi whispered as he pressed a small button against the remote control he was holding, a chuckle of delight escaping him as the younger male jolted awake at the vibrating sensation from the toy he had planted in him.

He watched as the technician wriggled around aimlessly as the chains and leather bondage straps he had decorated onto the male, held him in place.

“MMPPHHHFF!?” The young male yelled into the obstruction grinding between his teeth, confusion, fear, and arousal all mixing into a cocktail of fun for Levi. “I’ve had my eye on you for a while now, Eren,” he clicked on the remote control again turning up the speed of the vibrator to a higher frequency, “you’re quite handsome, and your body is my type.”

Levi turned to his side, a table covered in black silk stood before him. Letting his fingers delicately trail the top of the soft fabric, he pulled the cloak off to reveal a wide array of sexual instruments and oddities that not most people wouldn’t dare to challenge. Levi chuckled as he held down the button of his controller, the choked sounds of Eren's breathing and shrieking pleasure was music to his ears as the vibrator hit its maximum speed. “Now then, what toy should we try first?”

“Nnggg!!” The bitterness of leather souring over Eren's taste buds, his knees drawn up into his chest, as his bare ass was raised for his captor’s sadistic viewing. He ground his teeth together as he tried to practically chew off the damn piece of shit gag Levi had managed to put on him. With another jolt of energy he tried to kick out but he hit nothing but air, his sight useless to him with the black lace that isolated his vision to darkness. Motherfucker. Titanium binds twisted around his wrists and bit deeply into his flesh, while his cock twitched from the damn ribbon and tinsel that wrapped his member up like a Thanksgiving turkey. “I said behave.”

 A sharp pain entered the urethral opening of his member, the feel of something hot and cold twisted into the tight entrance. Eren groaned at the indulgence of both agony and carnal revelry being inflicted unto his cock.

The mere sensation sent him throwing his head back and arching his body upwards. He heard a malevolent laugh enticing his senses as he felt the billionaire’s brutal lips upon his stiff nipples, the decadent heat of Levi's mouth on his body did nothing but help the growing greed he was succumbing to. Another groan escaped him as he felt the damned contraption that was shoved up his ass being pulled out and replaced with the slick wet taunting foreplay of the other man’s tongue against his asshole, a rough and harsh probing against his entrance.

The. Fuck. Was. Going. On?

 Levi couldn’t help but snicker as Eren continued to fight against the damaging flicks of his tongue against his asshole, forcing the techie’s butt cheeks even further apart as his tongue barraged the aperture with a vicious force. He assaulted the young male’s anus with measured and powerful licks, taunting and devouring the pliant flesh with his teeth as his hand revolved and warped the urethral probe even deeper as he switched on the vibration mode on the gadget to its max frequency. “HNNNGGG!!!” He heard the delicious cries of Aven pierce the enclosed dungeon, the young male’s body responding to the minuscule toy that undulated and massaged his cock with extreme volatile velocity.

Fuck. Fuck. Flipping what the fuck!?

Eren writhed and bowed, his whole being becoming consumed by a white uncontrollable fury that was pushing him further and farther over the edge of sanity. “Hnnng!! MMPPHHHFF!!! MMMM!!!” He pleaded as Levi continued to tongue fuck his ass, for the sake of this insanity he didn’t know if he could hold out much more, he could swear Death was waiting at the other end of this turbulent sexual violation. Eren could feel knots forming and a fearsome burning within his gut, wrenching in turmoil as his orgasm built higher and higher, “can’t have you coming just yet.” He flashed open his eyes to see the billionaire smirking at him as he pulled at the twine that bound his cock up like a damned birthday gift, pulling it even tighter than before. “MMMMMPPHHFF!!!”

Tilting his head to the side Levi enjoyed the painful expression that he had managed to force out from Eren, his thumb sliding over the little vibrating pin that he had lodged inside the man’s dick. “Just how much more can you take I wonder?” Levi grinned a Cheshire Cat-like expression as his mouth latched onto Eren's rigid nipple, his tongue working and stroking the lewd pebble with demonic fervor. His hand tugging at the vibrating probe he slid the titanium rod back and forth in complete torturous foreplay, Levi could sense his little lover’s sex was in dire need of painful exhilarating release. “Should I let you cum, my little whore?”

The raw intensity that was being suppressed by the wiry binds encasing his throbbing member only further agonized him, Eren felt the sting of tears begin to build at the back of his eyes as he convulsed and shuddered. His head nodding as he pleaded for release, he ached and yearned for sweet and blissful euphoria. He squirmed and rolled his hips as Levi plunged the toy further deeper into his cock, pressing the sensitive nerve deep within.

“Let me hear you scream then.” Ripping the gag off Eren lips he pulled at the constricting strings that bound the man’s dick and pulled out the sliver of metal that continued to hum powerfully. “HAAA!!! HAAAA!!! FUCK!!! HHAAAAAAAAAAA!!” White hot squirts of cream splattered all over Levi's front shirt as the young male before him screamed and screamed, his clothes becoming infected with Eren's delicious nectar.

“Hmm … you’ve ruined my shirt,” he snickered softly as he undid the buttons of his shirt, the fine pressed cloth sliding down to the floor as he revealed his Adonis toned body. “It seems you can handle pain very well,” he leaned forward as his belt came undone, his lips inches from Eren's as he gave a lascivious smirk. “Let’s break you in properly.”

He was too groggy to fight as he felt his legs get lifted up, his ass sliding down the table he was placed on as he felt something thick and grooved press against his entrance. “No…. Please… No … More…” Eren raggedly breathed as his body trickled with arousal, what damn traitor it was to this demonic pleasure. “Oh really?” Levi chuckled as his finger stroked the lean length of the Eren's dick, the horny little skyscraper still twitched eagerly as the billionaire toyed with the bulbous head. “Your body tells me otherwise…” Eren screeched as both an intoxicating and painful stab shot through him, his anus stretching as the man plunged balls deep into his channel. “FUCK!"

Beads of sweat slid down the sides of his face as his cock rammed deeper and harder, his hands gripping Eren's thighs as he sunk further into the vise like conduit. His shaft rubbing and grinding against the prostate nerve as he continued to assault and further take the young man, his lover’s cries filling the sex filled air with erotic harmony. “LEVI! LEVI! LEVI! DON’T! AAAHHH!” Gritting his teeth the virile Dom let his fingers lance through Eren's hair, balling his hand into a fist he tugged as his thrusts became more ferocious. His swollen member brutally slamming harder and harder, deeper and deeper into the young male’s asshole. “I’m going to mark you, break you, make sure that no one else’s touch satisfies you,” Levi snarled as he felt his climax building. “You are mine Eren Jaeger, I will forever own you.”

“Ahhh!! Haaa!! HAAA!!” He threw his head back as beastly rapture devoured him, flares of white blazing passion struck through Eren as his orgasm seized the entirety of his soul. Another surge of his cum shooting between the two of them, coating their hard abdomens. Trickling and dancing down the ridges and groves of their stomachs, “you…. bastard….” He spat, his ass thoroughly pummeled and his wrists practically ready to dislocate from all his jerking and tugging. “No one owns me but myself, you have no rights to my soul.”

A sinister and velvety snigger exploded from Levi's throat as he seized Aven’s face and licked the thin lines of his lips, “we’ll see about that.”

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It had been a long day full of paperwork and an amass load of overtime for him at Iwatobi Publishing. Peeling off his work jacket he tossed it onto the couch, his feet sore from walking briskly up and down the corridors, and his hair practically ransacked from him running his fingers through his locks. Haru had been assigned one hell of a report to do, his stress level was already going through the roof as he took his laptop out from his book bag.  Placing the heavy device onto the table, he flipped it on, and began to ruffle around in his bag for his notes. Sinking into his chair he realized the house was eerily silent, the buzzing of his computer coming alive was the only sound being made in the house. “Did that cat go outside?” Haru sat in his seat, the dead silence in the house was a thick as a knife trying to cut through frozen lard. Thinking quietly to himself he contemplated on going out to the portico and checking to see if Rin had fallen asleep outside again, “hmm…” his chair slid backwards as he got up and went towards the backyard.

 No lights were flicked on upstairs and the kitchen was definitely empty, the soft glow of moonlight cradled the wooden floors of the veranda as he approached the sliding door. Grasping the handle of the wooden postern, Haru slid it to the side. Gentle rays of luminescence danced upon his skin, the cool breeze of night caressing his hair as his eyes wandered for his animal companion. “Rin?” His feet coming onto the old lumber porch, his bare feet stinging slightly from the bite of the autumn cold that had nestled itself onto the floor boards. Walking out even further he searched his backyard, the solemn silence of night surrounding him as he once again called out for the cat, “Rin?” Haru felt his chest constrict, his cat couldn’t have gotten lost… Rin was scared of dogs and had a horrible attitude with anyone who didn’t know him. “Rin!?” His bare feet crushing grass as he looked around his yard, the area was quiet and dead except for the rising panic in his heart, “Rin!?”

“Pipe down, it’s almost the middle of the night Haru...” a lazy sounding yawn came from behind the editor as he turned to see his cat sitting on the roof, bare naked like a baby first born. “I was sun bathing and managed to fall asleep up here,” the Nekomata stood up and stretched, his privates hanging out for the world to see. “Get down from there Rin, people can see you.” Haru watched as the cat glowered at him before shifting into his domestic size and climbed down the side of the roof, narrowing his gaze he observe Rin halt at the ledge and look directly at him. “Can you catch me?”

Haru blew air through pursed lips, he took a few steps forward and came close to the edge of the roof and held out his arms, “come on.” Rin backed up only slightly and crouched low on his hind quarters before leaping into the editor’s arms. A loud purr radiated from him as the small tuxedo cat nuzzled the crook of Haru's throat, “please don’t worry me like that, next time come inside before dusk.”

Shutting the door behind him he placed Rin onto the floor, “I’ve got some work to do Rin, so take a shower and then come down for some food.” The small tapping of clawed feet could be heard behind the editor as he made his way back to his work chair and plopped himself down. A small sigh of relief bubbled up from his upset stomach as he sat up to look at his blank computer screen. He still had work to do, and nothing inspiring was coming to mind.

“You haven’t been paying attention to me at all!” Rin sank his teeth into Haru's hand, his cat ears flicking back as he hissed. “I’m a needy house cat, you hardly play with me and you’re too tired to even cuddle me!” Haru felt a jolt of pain from his hand, an irritation building within him as he took a side way glance at his were-cat… It has only been two months since he had stumbled upon the small tuxedo feline. Little had he known it was a Nekomata, and a very NAKED needy one at that! He watched as Rin rolled over onto his stomach, his tail swishing back and forth in a cobra like dance. A strong look of annoyance on the cat’s expression as he continued to complain, “Haaaarrrruuuuuuu….. Play with me …. Or I’ll eat you.”

This wasn’t what he needed at the moment, especially given the circumstances of his article’s deadline; he had no time today to fool around and make merry with the feline. He tried to force his thoughts and concentration on his work, doing anything to possibly block the nagging Nekomata’s voice from his mind. “The next door neighbor’s cat is always getting spoiled; I mean hell he even has a scratching post! I only have my tail to play with, and I can’t even get high since you don’t buy me catnip!”

Haru pushed back from his desk and stood up, his hands immediately undoing his tie, with long and agile strides he came behind the pinned the yapping feline. Wrapping his business tie around Rin’s wrists, he leaned forward and growled into the Nekomata’s pointed ear, “little cat, I think you need to understand who the master of this household is.” Rin squeaked as he felt his hands get coarsely bound behind him, his tail suddenly being yanked to make his bare ass get lifted. “MRREEOOWWW!! NOT THE TAIL!!” Haru forced the feline to his knees, his hand pushing the cat’s face downwards onto the floor. His grip on the velvet of the Nekomata’s tail, the editor let his finger press against Rin’s stubborn asshole. “NYAAAH!!!” Rin yelped as he tried to struggle; only making matters worse, his ass wiggling back and forth, only urging Haru to continue violating him.

“That’s a cute meow,” Haru's his fingers thrusted deeper into the hole, “I’d like to hear more naughty sounds from this whorish mouth of yours.” His digits slid in even further as it groped the tender spot against the feline’s prostate, “what an insatiable slutty asshole you have Rin… It’s swallowing my fingers whole so hungrily.” Rin struggled for breath; his soul trembling with fervent need. His body craved to be taken with something more impressive, superior, and lengthy than the fingers that penetrated him, “Haru!! Please…!! Mercy!!”

"Nope,” the editor chortled as he propelled three more fingers in, his digits fondling and probing more into the narrow channel. “What’s this?” Haru inquired as his hand snaked between the feline’s legs and found the erect shaft, “it seems your body is quite perverse. It reacts so well to violent force.. Tell me Rin, are you a masochistic bitch?”

“I-I-I A-AMM NOT!! YOU PERV—HNNG!! NYAAAH!!” Rin felt his words losing its power, his body seizing up from the erotic need that was being forced on him. “What’s wrong Rin?” Haru taunted as he raised the feline’s ass up, his tongue licking the puckered opening. “I would say cat’s got your tongue, but … It doesn’t work in this situation.” Haru leered, his tongue pushing into the cat’s anus. The sound of Rin’s shrieks piercing the dead air around them, “NO !!! NOO!!! HAA!!”

Haru let his tongue infiltrate deeper into the slick conduit, his hands squeezing and massaging the soft flesh of the Nekomata’s buttocks. "I thought you wanted me to play with you?” The editor let his hand playfully go back to the hard cock between the feline’s legs. His hand roughly pumping the member with no mercy, his rhythmic strokes getting harsher and coarser with every shriek Rin belted.

“NOT LIKE THIS!!! STOP STOP STOP!!” The Nekomata struggled, his teeth grating into the floor as his breaths became uncontrolled, “GET YOUR TONGUE OUT OF MY ASS!!!”

“Should I replace it with this then?” Drawing Rin back up against his body, Haru let the length of his cock compress up against the curve of the feline’s arse.

“YOU BASTARD! STOP PLAYING WITH ME OR I WILL SCRATCH YOUR FACE OFF!” Rin shouted.

The editor landed a solid slap across the Nekomata’s rear end, his own hand hurting from the strength of the blow. “Know your master, Rin.” Gripping the cat’s hips Haru plunged himself inside the rigid entrance, the burn of flesh grasping his dick enveloped him in chaotic bliss.

“GYAH!!! HNNNGG!!! AAAH!!” Rin hollered, his tongue slipping out from the side of his mouth as Haru switched from holding his hips to his forearms. The editor was unrelenting, the virile male’s dick advancing and assaulting, filling and stretching Rin’s insides. The dominating will of his master breaking him down into nothing but a submissive heap of wanton mush.

Haru leaned forward and pushed the Nekomata onto his stomach, his large frame overpowering his little pet, “your disobedient little ass likes to be violated by master’s cock doesn’t it?”

Rin turned his head to look at Haru, his voice coming out in a throaty murmur, “master…”

Haru grinned as let his teeth bite into supple flesh of the feline’s neck. “Let me reward you for submitting to me,” the editor rammed his cock deeper, the asshole squeezing his dick delectably. His hand quickening its motions on the Nekomata’s swollen cock, he could sense cat’s orgasm nearing.

 Rin pushed his hips back to fully take in his master’s dick with passionate desire, his ass shaking and his own shaft ready to explode. “Master says…” Haru whispered as he pumped the feline’s sensitive length in his hand, his own thrusts becoming more and more unpredictable.

“Cum.”

“AAAAAHHHH!!!!!! HAAAAA!!!!” Rin’s release struck the floor, covering it in a white chocolate cream, his body convulsing and jittering from the extreme high the love making had taken him. “Good little pussy cat.” Haru teased his ear as he fucked harder, “drink up the milk.”

Haru fucked him, once, twice… Harder. Faster. Deeper into Rin’s center, his cock throbbing, brimming with his sperm. “RIN!!” His dick pulsing as he let his sweet nectar fill the Nekomata’s insides. Haru bit his bottom lip as his he spilled every last drop of his seed into the feline’s core. “Aa… Aaaa….” Rin panted on the floor his body ached, his ass thoroughly abused.

Haru gave a demure smile, a satisfied look on his face, “good kitty,” he kissed the feline tenderly on the forehead.

“You dick,” Rin turned his face into the floor and hid his expression. Haru could only chuckle as he leisurely started to stroke the feline’s tail.

This time he was the cat who got the proverbial cream.

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“Are you crazy?” Shinichi threw the blasted door open with all the strength he had, sending the heavy metal postern slamming against the adjacent wall. “You’re out of your ever loving fucking crazy mind!” Blinding rage had become the fuel for the disconcerting emotions flood-gating he to the brim with unsettling thoughts. He practically flew down the stairs into the living room, his face burning, and his nerves on edge like a traipse artist on a high wire. Shinichi stood in the center of the cloaked night within the splintered fragments of moonlight that had managed to dance around the drapery in the room, he could feel the haunting stare of a predator in his midst. His palms began to exude a sticky film of cold sweat as he found the demonic gaze of the hunter in the darkness, “Kaito Kuroba… Why?” Shinichi curled his fingers into his palm, the rising sensation of fury and fiery turmoil ensnared his thoughts and choice of words. “Why… Why did you kill that man?”

“Answer me, Kaito!” The venomous snarl ascending to almost a high piercing screech, as he watched a pair of honey colored irises glint under the veil of midnight. Silence practically smothered him, it slowly crept into his very being that he was getting a mute confirmation of what he was hoping was a mistake in his deductions…. The vampire stalked within the shadows, his movements were the whisper of death.

“Tsk. Quick to judge as always, my love. Can you present evidence that the blood of the dead is stained upon my hands?”

The liquid gold pupils of the devil held Shinichi captive as the vampire sauntered towards him, circled him, Kaito's firm scrutiny upon his body sending shivers down his spine as he felt himself becoming even further trapped in this demon’s playful hunt.

“I know it was you, no one else could have done it,” Shinichi could feel the animosity overflowing from within him, the annoying thuds of his heart banging like a drum from the intensity of his anger. Ba-ba-bump. “The markings on that man…” Ba-ba-bump. “Is your signature style.”

“He shouldn’t have touched what is mine,” Kaito flew out from the cover of darkness, his hands coming about him as he pushed Shinichi against the wall. His fangs that had been kept in slumber slid out from it’s cover and gleamed brightly under the glare of the luminescent moonlight. The vampire curled his fingers around the other male's arms, as his knee drove itself between Shinichi's legs. “I told you that you are mine, and to not let anyone else come close to you,” Kaito felt Shinichi's skin begin to scrunch beneath his fingertips, goose flesh prickling his fingers as the flash flooding roar of the detective's blood resound in his ears. His fangs elongated further and ached to pierce his supple flesh, sink into his thriving veins, and drink the viscous ambrosia of his soul. But he restrained his desires, “I killed him because he was a hunter, and if he had gotten any closer to you he would of found out you are mated to one of us.”

Shinichi exhaled loudly through pursed lips, making a motorboat sound as he raked a hand through his black hair. “Kaito… I specifically didn’t want to tell you about this hunter because I knew you’d jump to conclusions, I already knew who and what he was.” He watched Kaito draw back a little as he tried to search his mind for lies, “he was holding information on regards to the recent vampire trafficking ring, I was trying to get in with him to find out more to help you all out..” Shinichi blinked at Kaito and watched him grit his teeth as he realized he had murdered someone who had valuable information regarding his people and the recent vampire trafficking scandal going about. He pressed a hand to his forehead as he mulled over his mistake, he had fought the hunter and managed to tear him apart, causing him to use more of his blood then needed. Kaito stumbled slightly, Shinichi noticing him falter; reached out to steady him as he studied his face.

“You used a lot of blood to exterminate him didn’t you?” He questioned him, the mental bond they shared pulsed weakly between them. Shinichi could feel his urge to feed, being this man’s eternal human partner could be such a pain at times. He watched the vampire avert his eyes, trying to deny his hunger and to block his thoughts from his own. Shinichi raised a brow at him, irritation nagging at her as Shinichi withdrew a sliver of silver from his pocket. The blade glittered under the of moon’s luminescence, fanged canines embedded into its metal. The detective tore his shirt open in front of Kaito as he brought the serrated dagger to his chest and sliced a thin line across it. A potent smell of blood began to slither it’s way into the air as threads of ted velvet descended down his abdomen. With another swift movement he pursued the canal of blood in his wrist, stabbing into the thick artery the red liquor poured to the floor. “I’ll bleed to death if you don’t drink, and lick me.” Shinichi dropped the knife to the floor as he held stood before him unarmed, “come here.”

The luxurious redolence of ingratiating nectar engulfed the room and teased Kaito's senses, summoning the rabid beast inside himself to bray at the viscous elixir that had stole itself to the flooring. A savage screech clawed its way out from the depths of his chest as he suddenly came upon Shinichi, his fangs instantly sinking deep into the man's wrist as he greedily fed. Blood began to percolate down the sides of his mouth as he drank with deviant thirst, the honeyed intoxicant reviving him and birthing a new compulsion. Kaito growled as his body started to regenerate, his muscles rejuvenating as his cock began to harden with a greed to be buried deep within his partner’s ass.

Shinichi threw his head back, his spine arching up against the cool paneling of the wall behind he felt immense pleasure. His free hand clawing into the wall as he struggled to keep himself standing from the euphoria of sweet revelry that was being induced upon his body, “Kaito…” he managed to whisper as he saw the vampire extract his lips from his wrist. Shinichi lifted his head slowly to make eye contact with him, he watched as Kaito's hand gently cupped his face and tilted his chin up.

Bringing his fangs to the veins on the underside of his hand, Kaito  wounded the artery with a quick slash with his teeth the black liquor pulsated down his arm as he raised the cherry atramentous moonshine to Shinichi's mouth. Uneven threads of sable cascaded down the sides of his partner's chin, dancing along his pale flesh as the blood made it’s descent to his chest. Leaning into his mate, Kaito let his tongue lap against the laceration Shinichi had inflicted so carelessly onto his breast, the wound ceasing it’s bloody attack down the man's navel.

“I want taste you at your peak,” Kaito let his teeth drag across Shinichi's taut flesh, a thin line of crimson springing forth from his actions.

With measured ease, Shinichi lifted his hands to his face, pausing briefly he looked into Kaito's eyes and kissed him softly. Drinking upon his lavish kiss, Kaito took possession of his bondmate's lips, the sounds of clothes being ripped apart echoed in the room, his pants hitting the floor as both of them were made bare under the glare of the moon scrutiny. He heard Shinichi gasp as his hands slipped under the male's ass cheeks and hauled him up off the floor, the faint whisper of his name on the tip of Shinichi's feverish tongue fueled his desire even more as he gave a toothy grin. “I love you, Shinichi.”

Shinichi shrieked out of pain and pleasure as his whole being was impaled forcefully onto Kaito's thick cock. The vampire's dick stretching his insides to accommodate his length and wide girth, the bulbous head gauging the bundle of nerves within him. His body moved up and slammed down as his back scraped against the wall, Shinichi's breaths coming out uneven as Kaito's fangs sliced into his shoulder as the vampire manically thrusted into his core. Shinichi let his nails cut deep into the hard muscles of Kaito's back, the acrid aroma of metallic essence perfuming the room. Its scent tainting and giving life to a devilish need, an inhuman lust, a vampiric greed.

Kaito snarled as he released his fangs from the detective's shoulder, the serrated edges of his canines grazing his chest, summoning a new thread of vermillion to paint Shinichi's body in the deepest shade of love he could taste. His tongue eagerly lapping up the ever flowing panacea, the wisps of saliva he left healing the cuts he induced as he fervently drove his cock deep into his bondmate's channel. The demonic carnal revelry of this hunger carved deep into his senses, causing him to fuck even more vigorously and viciously. Rolling his hips and angling his steely shaft to penetrate even harder and explore deeper, Kaito could feel Shinichi's body trying to reject him. The animal in him refused to be denied, as he fucked even more aggressively, ignoring Shinichi's body’s pleas for him to withdraw.

Shinichi gasped for air as Kaito dominated his body and bent it to his will, his cock surging deeper and deeper into his ass, “aaahh!! Ahh!!” The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh resounded in the room in tune to the shrill screams of their animalistic lovemaking. Faster. Faster. Harder. Fuck deeper. Kaito hissed as he felt his cock rammed against the prostate, “you love it when I fuck you like this, don’t you?” His hand coming down between them to stroke Shinichi's ass own weeping cock, with skilled ease Kaito crudely penetrated the sensitive urethra with his thumb. Shinichi shrieked as he felt his finger intrude and violate his dick, he was being assaulted from both the front and the back, both areas being filled and fucked with a violent rhythm that sent explosive waves of ecstasy through him. Shinichi's body began to tense as his insides started to whine up, a warning that he was on the verge of losing control of her senses, “Kaito… please…. More…” His fingernails clawing into the silk of the vampire's flesh as his breathing became rugged and hoarse.

“And if I say no?” Kaito suddenly slowed down his thrusts to a teasing pulsating motion, his pelvis gyrating ever so languidly to aggravate him purposely. Narrowing his eyes, Shinichi brought down his own canine's onto Kaito's neck, his human fangs managing only to break the surface of the vampire's skin, but not enough to draw blood, “Don’t make me beg, I will hurt you.”

A sinister chuckle escaped, “so demanding….” Kaito leered as he pulled them both from the wall and brought their bodies to the floor. Making sure to not break their connection, he withdrew to the point that only the tip of his cock remained in the entrance.

“Say you love me.” His eyes glowed an eerie shade of gold and red in the veil of darkness surrounding them, his commanding tone a guise for wanting affirmation from his lover.

Shinichi lifted his hands slowly upwards to Kaito's face, his thumbs gliding across the campire's cheekbones as his fingers threaded through the silk wavy tresses of Kaito's hair. A soft look coming upon his face, “I love you, Kaito Kuroba,” he gently lulled him with a calming tone, his lips caressed the the vampire crest branded onto Kaito’s chest. A swearing of his love and devotion to his mate. His soul for all eternity.

A guttural roar pierced the dead night as Kaito drove himself callously into Shinichi's anus, the detective's high pitched scream of complete rapture further fueled his licentious greed to consume the man. Kaito thrusted deeply, spreading, filling, and claiming Shinichi's body. He could sense the other male's climax impending from their bond, his heart pounding wildly as the animal in him brought out his fangs. An inhuman roar summoned itself from the deepest part of Kaito's soul as his teeth sank into the hollow of Shinichi's throat, the pure taste of desire and passionate intoxication struck through him like lightening. Shinichi's orgasm fiercely abolishing his senses as he broke away from the luscious flow of life, crimson flowed like water down the sides of Kaito's chin, as he bellowed his release.

Flaring heat exploded inside Shinichi's body, a flood of thick cream filled his insides, his orgasm violently seizing him as cum coated his and Kaito's stomach. His body hungrily wringing out every last drop of the vampire's cum, as Shinichi struggled to catch a breath. Kaito gasped as he forced himself to inhale oxygen, darkness threatening to overcome him as he stared up into the ceiling. Struggling to capture his breath, Kaito slowly brought his head forward. His eyes finding Shinichi as they both panted heavily, their chests rising and falling with coarse respiration. The vampire licked his lip, leaning forward he brought his tongue to rasp against the cuts he had inflicted, his saliva healing the jagged wounds on Shinichi's flesh.

With a gentle motion Kaito raised his hips, his cock withdrawing from Shinichi's entrance as he went to rise to his knees.

“I don’t believe we are done yet, Kaito,” the smiling tip of a saw-toothed blade caught his eye as Shinichi let the blade once again pierce the inside of his wrist, the smell of fresh blood slithering down his raised arm. The vampire gulped as if he were parched, the monstrous thirst arousing the animal within him.

“You are insatiable meitantei-kun….”

“Know your master, Kaito Kuroba,” Shinichi smiled wickedly as he poured the velvety elixir over the center of his body, “come to me.”

Kaito glared at Shinichi for such a command, but his body moved to his bidding. His lean form hovering over the detective as he brought a hand over the vampiric crest on his chest, a malicious smile crossing his expression.

“ Yes my love.”

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“Hnng!!” The sour taste of leather roughly scraped back against Phoenix's tongue, as the tight bonds of silk and rope were tactically corded against his flesh. How had he gotten into this compromising position with this Miles? The binding strap around his wrists began to burn a scouring welt into his soft flesh from his consistent revolt to get loose, “tsk tsk… naughty boy.”

WHACK! Phoenix groaned as a painful shiver ran up his skin, the hard slap of Mile's rough hands against his ass sent another unwanted tingle of arousal through him. His cock throbbing and pulsing with wanton need, Phoenix turned his head to look upon the dominating male. Blazing heat rising to his cheeks as he felt his self-will to fight start waning underneath this psycho’s touch. “Starting to understand I see,” Miles laughed as he whipped out yet another bond his fingers going for Phoenix's steely shaft, “but still… I must punish you for the defiance you gave me earlier.”

Miles grabbed Phoenix  and roughly threw him over onto his back, the young male’s body quivered as he pinned him down more forcefully. With quick movements of his hands he tied a intricate twist of knots around the attorney's dick. “You won’t be able to cum until I release you, do you understand?”

Phoenix's eyes went wide as he realized what was happening, his length trembled mercilessly against the pain and pleasure of the ties. A fierce look of anger and the will to fight back again surged forward as he went to try and tackle the other male, “haaa? You still got some fight in you?” Miles laughed as he slammed Phoenix back into the mattress, pulling his full weight onto the male he grinned. A diabolical expression tainting what could be the most angelic face of man, Miles leaned forward as he licked the side of the defense attorney's face. His tongue playfully dragging and taunting the sensitive flesh, teeth biting and branding cruel intentions into Phoenix's body.

“I’ll just have to fix that, wont I?” Miles smirked as he grabbed something from the night stand, Phoenix narrowed his eyes as he saw what looked to be a lollipop. “Hmmmmm….mmmpphhfff???!” He couldn’t speak as he felt his legs get thrown over himself his ass bare to his captor, an unspeakable shock wave of pleasure surged through him as he felt something push into his asshole.

“Relax, it’s only candy.” Miles chuckled as he pushed the head of the lollipop further in, toying and rotating it as if it were a toggle. He drove it deeper. “Scream for me, I’m enjoying this,” he removed the gag from Phoenix's mouth, saliva trailed from his little sub’s lips as a scream of carnal rapture filled the room. “And that isn’t even my cock Phoenix,” he thrusted the lollipop further in taking caution to press it against the nerve of bliss within the channel. Miles withdrew the lollipop, with swift and easy strength he threw Phoenix's legs even further over the young male’s body as he pressed a rough tongue against the tight ring of muscle. “Haaaaa!!!”

Miles drew his tongue in languorous circles, massaging and probing, tasting the sweetness of the candy that had violated Phoenix's entrance.  “Mmmm… tastes sweet.”

Phoenix bucked against the unabashed ecstasy that was overrunning his senses, his cock throbbed with the need to release but it was painfully and pleasurably being held back by the damned ties on his dick. “Miles… Please I want to.. cum.” He could feel saliva trailing down from the sides of his mouth as white heat literally scourged his insides, a powerful carnal explosion was mounting within and he was on the brink of crazy.

“No little fox,” Miles stopped his massaging motions as he undid the last of his own clothing, his shaft bursted forth from the confines of his jeans. Fine traces of veins pulsed with the eagerness to fuck, his arousal and animalistic nature peaking as he pressed his cock against the man’s entrance. “You’ll cum, when I do.”

Miles slid his cock into the tight channel, the constricted lining of muscle from within pulled him in easily. “Your ass is so greedy Hiro, it’s literally pulling my dick in further,” he cackled as he plunged even deeper, “shall I fuck you harder?” Rotating his thrusts he began to sink in harder and faster, his balls slapping against the soft skin of Phoenix's ass.

“Haaa!! Aaa!! Hnngg!!” He was an incoherent mess of sexual revelry, Phoenix lost himself in the full feeling of his ass being delved into. His erection straining for its release as he felt his whole body go under siege from the salacious burn of this sadistic frenzy. “That’s it, lose control.”

Miles commanded as he felt his own orgasm impending, the thick slickness of flesh wrapped around his dick urging his release. Sweat beaded against his brow as he pulled the binds off Phoenix's length, “cum.”

An explosion of built of cream spurted forth from Phoenix's shaft, coating both of the male’s stomachs with hot decadent nectar. Miles laughed as he upped his pace his hands slithering between them so he could run his fingers against the sweet release of his sub. His fingers diligently coated themselves with the delectable icing, bring his fingers to his mouth as he penetrated even harder inside Phoenix. Miles sucked his fingers, making sure the attorney could see how much he enjoyed taking the man under into oblivion.

“Shit,” he roared as he felt himself careen off the edge, a violent spasm of animalistic bliss overtook him as he felt his sperm fill the defense attorney's cavity. “You like that Phoenix?”

Phoenix felt his body roll up as he felt his insides becoming permeated with Miles release, “fuck you.”

“I already did,” Miles laughed as he leaned forward and fisted his hands into the soft red mass of the young male’s hair. His tongue snaking in between Phoenix's lips as he probed and forced the other male’s mouth to his whims. His teeth playing against both hard to soft bites as he left his lover’s lips and harshly bite down the defense attorney's shoulder. A hazardous red branding surfaced to the top of the pale flesh, “and now you’re mine.”

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Wilfred jerked at the iron cuffs, this was beyond what he had expected of his lover’s possessive nature. The kiss of ice captivated his flesh as he continued to figure out how to break free of this god forsaken hold, and this damned cage he was in. The jingle of the chains rapping against the bedpost did nothing but antagonize him further and grate on his nerves. When he had first met Asano, it was a fatal blow to his heart. The man was by far the most beautiful creature he ever laid eyes upon, the immediate attraction and sexual desire had nearly driven him insane during their courtship. Wilfred let out a sigh, who would of thought the detective was a were-panther, and let alone the fact that he was the voracious male’s life-mate. No matter. The prince narrowed his eyes as he searched the room for anything he could use to disjunction himself from these atrocious bindings, this was not how a husband should be treated.   

Locking him up over a simple kiss on the cheek from another prince, it was harmless and yet… Asano had taken it to a whole new level of jealousy. “Damn…” Wilfred shook his head from side to side as he sat on his knees against the plush bedding of the mattress. “I wouldn’t make escaping easy for you Wilfred…. you know that….” the prince froze as an immediate shiver ran down his spine, his mate was back from wherever he had gone to. A low rumble reverberated across the room, sending an instant flare of both unease and security…. a strange combination that did not fit the thoughts going through his mind. “Will you release me? These shackles are biting into my wrists.” Wilfred projected an expression of placidity, even though his heart rate said otherwise, his senses going berserk as he felt the were-panther stalk towards him from the abyss of tenebrosity.

A gleam of amaranthine colored eyes came into Wilfred’s view as Asano came before him, the musk of his husband overwhelming him with unwanted emotions, adulation and raw arousal. Damn. He had forgotten about the honeymoon phase between a were and it’s mate, his body will yearn for his partner like a horny bastard for the next 3 months. Wilfred felt his throat become parched as the panther leaned over him, Asano’s bewitching gaze entrancing him into an unbridled aphrodisia. “I can sense your thirst for me….” his long fingers carefully graced Wilfred’s cheek, a purr escaping the panther as he drew himself into the crook of the prince’s neck. Asano inhaled the luxurious and heady scent of his mate’s scent, his teeth taunting the sweet flesh of his lover as his cock twitched in earnest need. The animal within him instantly roaring to have his mate mount his cock and ride him senselessly.

Wilfred casted his eyes towards the alarmingly massive length that was hardening between Asano’s legs, his mouth coming open to let his tongue lick his lips. He should be scolding his husband, he shouldn’t even be getting hard after what he’s been through for the last few hours. Forcing his lust down with his silent streak of anger, “I want to be freed, Asano.” The prince glared up at him with his cerulean blue pupils, narrowing his gaze as he tugged once again at the chains. “I told you, it was a misunderstanding with Roberto. Don’t–!!” His lips were captured mid-sentence of his explanation, an irritated snarl escaped the man as Wilfred felt his whole body suddenly flip over and become pinned to the bed. “Do not speak another man’s name in my presence,” Asano hissed as he tore the prince’s clothing off of his body. “I can still smell his spit on your cheek, it’s driving me insane,” the panther’s eyes reflected deep enmity and unabashed jealousy as he too, stripped from his apparel. His tongue coming down upon Wilfred’s cheek, his teeth biting and marking his territory as he traveled from his lover’s chin, throat, and down his mate’s navel.   

“How many times have I told you, I don’t want anyone else but me laying a finger on you? If I hadn’t made that promise not to kill, I would of done so, because you are mine!” Asano thundered as he pulled Wilfred’s legs apart, pushing two of his fingers into the prince’s mouth he commanded, “suck and lick it.” His eyes held no mercy as he pressed his digits into the man’s mouth, dragging his fingers back and forth as if he were already fucking the prince in the ass, “if you don’t do as I say I will throw your legs over my shoulder and fuck you. I will not be merciful.”

Wilfred felt rage well up within him, as he bit down on the panther’s fingers, pulling his face away from Asano’s hand he spat, “do not order me around, I refuse to be treated so lowly.” He wasn’t about to let his lover, no his mate, dominate him with complete dexterity without him fighting back. Wilfred met his husband’s gaze defiantly as he struggled to get some type of footing on the bed.   

But as soon as he went to move he felt his body being forcefully shoved hard up against the bed spread, is legs coming over his head he let out a yelp. “AAAA!!!” Two fingers drove forcefully into his asshole, plunging in and out in a feverish pace that left him screaming for mercy. “ASANO!! AAA!! AAA!!!"   

The were-panther thrusted his fingers deeper, as he pushed Wilfred’s legs up and over his shoulders. The motion raised his mate’s bare naked ass up for his tongue to immediately start licking the ball sack. Asano’s rough tongue lapped against the grooves of the scrotum as his teeth nipped and toyed at the elasticity of the skin. Running his mouth up the length of his prince’s cock, Asano took the tip of the head into his mouth as his finger stretched and violated Wilfred’s anus.   

"STOP!!! Nnnnggg… NNooo…nnggg!!” Wilfred threw his head back as his body arched, his legs pushing against Asano’s hold as he shrieked out his pleasure. Hips bucking uncontrollably to have the were-panther’s fingers delve further to touch the sweet spot inside his core. “Asa….no…!!” A sudden loss was felt as his mate withdrew his fingers, Wilfred almost cried out in protest until he felt the crass licks of his lover’s tongue against the tight ring of flesh. His legs pushing further apart as he welcomed the erotic sensation that was claiming his whole being, he was on the brink of cumming. “I… I… Aaaa!! Aaa!!”

Asano pulled back instantly as he let the prince’s bottom be drawn even more closely to him, his hand viciously grabbing Wilfred’s cock as he started to pump it furiously, “know who loves you, and who owns your body.” He angled himself closer, his cock pressing against the his mate’s entrance. The animal within him bellowed as he thrusted balls deep into his lover, his hand stroking and massaging Wilfred’s member as he callously pounded into him. His cock ramming hard into the tight channel, pressing against the rugged sensitive area inside. Asano kept on his pace, sinking faster and fucking harder as the raw need to feel nothing but carnal passion took a hold of his common sense.   

WIlfred let his legs come around the detective as he drew him in even further than before, his hips grinding and undulating to match his lover’s pace. His screams orchestrating a lustful symphony against the walls, the thick smell of sex and sweat permeated the room with an erotic fragrance that only fueled their fucking. His hands jerked against his chains as he felt the cuffs slice into his skin, the pain of the bonds mixing with his pleasure. Wilfred gasped as he felt his body begin to convulse and shiver, the impending orgasm dangerously pushing him further and further over the edge.

“ASANO!!” He screamed as he felt hot streams of his release coat his stomach in a gloss of white snow. The panther roared as he upped his pace, turning his hips and rolling them, pistoning his thrusts like a fine tuned machine. His animal screaming to claim and dominate, to mark and brand what is rightfully his own.   

An inhuman bellow rang out in the room as Asano shot hot thick cum into his husband’s core, his thrusts still going as his release kept flowing. His grip tightly grasping to Wilfred’s hips he felt himself start to slow, the pulsing of his dick waning as the last drop of his release was sucked out from him. Asano’s body shook violently as he faced the last oncoming waves of his orgasm dissipate, his mate blinking and trying to recover from the pleasurable assault. They both laid quiet, trying to catch their own ragged breaths as Asano drew himself up and released Wilfred from the chains he had bound him to. With the up most care he took the prince’s hands and lapped at the red wounds that were inflicted upon his lover’s skin. Nuzzling the sensitive areas with his cheek, he purred as his panther ears and tail made an appearance. Asano’s purring was loud and practically made the bed vibrate as Wilfred reached up to tease the man’s cat ears. “My love,” the prince managed to state as he raised the panther’s face up with shaky hands, “I only have eyes for you, you must understand that my duties as crown prince puts me in high regard to be cordial amongst other branches of royalty. You have to understand I would never betray you, I love you far too much to even think of infidelity.”

Asano continued to purr, his tail waving back and forth in and snake like movement. His ears twitching back and forth as he slid his body forward and let his lips connect with Wilfred’s own, “I love you too, my mate.” His fangs glinted in the darkness as he gave a soft smile, “if you ever did cheat on me, I would disembowel the person you chose to touch.”

“Then … I would come back and eat you slowly to let you now my pain,” Asano whispered as he bit Wilfred’s shoulder and licked the blood that flowed forth slowly with his tongue.

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CRACK! The thunderous echo shattered the stillness of the room, the black lace of a whip recoiling after having imprinted itself defiantly on Chiaki’s skin. The young editor shivered under the pain, his wrists bloodshot from the constant jerks of his body. “You’ve been very recalcitrant towards me lately, little boy…” Gray ran his finger up the curve of the man’s ass. The assassin king slowly traced the scarlet mark he had delivered with a teasing caress. Chiaki narrowed his eyes at the virile male’s comment, a film of mist brimming on the lines of his eyelids as he arched into a downward dog position. “What a pretty face,” Gray laughed as he sent another blow across the male’s rear. “I want to see more…”

Kaoru felt his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he watched the scene before him unravel, his pants hanging loosely at the V-line of his hips. Fingers pausing at his shirt cuffs he spoke in a whispered hush, his quiet eyes meeting the blistering flare of silver irises, “Isn’t that a bit rough?”

“Hmm… Is that what you think Kaoru?” Gray turned to the charcoal haired male, a sly grin upon his lips as he stopped his lashes. Lowering his whip to his side, he placed one foot ahead of the other in a leisure predator-like grace, stopping only to come eye to eye with Kaoru. “I can smell your lust,” the assassin teased as he pulled the man into a forceful kiss. “Tell me, Kaoru… Do you want Chiaki to ride your dick while I violate your ass with my cock?”

The silent editor froze briefly under the commanding tone, he watched as Gray skillfully opened his mouth with his lips. The other male’s tongue slithered inside his cavity, exploring, and tasting the rich flavor of cigarettes and coffee. Kaoru could feel the heat rush to his groin as Gray fed him the rich intoxicant of sinful poison, his body slowly succumbing to the devil’s authority.

“Mmm…” Chiaki groaned his dick hardening at the sight of Kaoru growing weak to Gray’s dominance.  He yanked and rattled the titanium shackles against the bedpost, purposely causing a ruckus to gain the attention of the other men. A playful chuckle came from the silver haired demon as he heard Chiaki vying for their notice, using his thumb Gray tugged at the tall editor’s jaw, forcing him to open his mouth wider. His tongue trailing on the man’s tongue and then lips. A thin thread of saliva drawing out as he smirked, “get on the bed Kaoru.”

           Gray stepped to the side as Kaoru hesitated briefly; he wasn’t sure why he was so eager to please this malevolent man’s command. Suddenly a searing pain singed his ass, jerking his head to look back, he gulped. Gray held the riding crop between his fingers, the look upon the man’s face was anything but kind.

“Are you planning to defy my orders?” The demon asked, the small leather whip coming up to the man’s lips as he licked the handle with a lascivious stare, “or should I punish you for such insolence?” Gray sneered as Kaoru moved immediately, the taller male crawling onto the bed in hopes to escape his wrath. He licked his lips, and began to undo his tie. Stalking silently to the two males he came up behind Kaoru and blindfolded the man, his hand reaching in between the editor’s legs. “How lewd…” Gray taunted, his fingers wrapping around the thick cock, “you got harder from just being blinded?“

"HNNG!!!” Kaoru gasped as his world went dark, the immediate sliver of pleasure ensnaring him as he felt his cock being stroked. He felt his body tremble against the devil’s touch, both excitement and fear enrapturing him as he felt a warm breath against his nape. “Get behind Chiaki,” Gray ordered into Kaoru’s ear, “I want to see you fuck him.” Kaoru felt Gray’s hands slowly unravel from its hold on his dick, a stinging blow coming across his ass as he had paused briefly in the sudden withdrawal. “Move or I’ll strike you harder.”

Chiaki bit into his lower lip as he watched Kaoru shakily move towards him with uncertainty. “Chiaki,” Gray looked at the young male with a salacious expression, “face down and shake that pretty ass for me.” The young male felt his throat swallow the dry air, as he leaned forward onto his elbows. His rear rising up as Gray guided Kaoru to him, the silent editor dug his teeth into his bottom lip, his hands slowly gracing up the curve of Chiaki’s ass cheeks. With Gray’s guidance, his fingers languidly explored and then found the sweet little hole he was to violate. “That’s it, take him.” Kaoru heard the silver devil speak, his fingers trembling slightly as he brought it to his lips, his tongue tasting his own flesh and dousing it with his saliva. “I’m going to enter him blind…?” The editor froze as he realized he may hurt Chiaki, he was unsure as to how he could just take him. “I’ll lead you…” Gray verbalized softly.

 Chiaki and Kaoru groaned together as the silver devil skillfully stroked the younger male’s dick in one hand and then the silent editor’s one in his other. “Press your fingers into him Kaoru,” the assassin lulled to him… Tempting him with luscious bait. Kaoru let his finger trace the round fullness of the young male’s arse, his fingertips finding the channel before sinking in deep. “Good boy, let me reward you.”

           Gray moved to bend his head downwards, still keeping both hands on both cocks. He leaned in and started to suck at Kaoru’s ball sack. Nipping. Tugging. Laving it with his spit, he wanted to let out a laugh as he heard the editor groan. “Don’t stop fucking him with those fingers… Make that asshole stretch.” Chiaki screamed into the, his shrieks muffled by the feather bedding he had pressed his face into as he let his hips shake. The young male’s body moved on its own accord, sucking, and latching on greedily to Kaoru’s long digits so that it could rub against his core.

“I think I’m missing your voice Chiaki… Let me hear it,” Gray rose up from between Kaoru’s legs. With a little dissatisfaction he removed his hand from Chiaki’s dick, his hand reaching over to the wavy locks of the young editor. Threading his fingers through the silk length of the man’s mane his finger’s curled into a fist and pulled Chiaki’s head up. “HAAA!!! HAA!!!” Cum spilled onto the red sheets beneath him, the young male seizing from his orgasm.

With a smirk Gray released Kaoru from his hold, his fingers touching the white cream. Coating his fingertips with the viscous honey he halted Kaoru’s hand. “Withdraw so that only the tip of your fingers is in.” Kaoru nodded, following the assassin’s orders. Gray smiled as he started to draw little circles around the shota’s asshole, the white cream becoming a lubricant. Kissing the top of the young male’s supple flesh he let three of his fingers tease Chiaki’s entrance, “take all of it boy.” Gray stated as he wrapped his cum covered fingers over Kaoru’s and drove their fingers inside, the greedy little hole stretching, devouring, and sucking them inside. “HAAA HAAA HAA!! NO I-I CANNNT TAKE IT!” Drool slipped from between Chiaki’s gaping mouth as he screamed, his body burning with pleasure as he felt his hole spread and widen.

“Enough foreplay,” Gray withdrew their fingers, leaning down he licked the tip of Kaoru’s shaft. The bulbous head brimming with a salty-sweet droplet, “fuck him.” Gray pressed older editor’s cock at the shota’s entrance, he watched as the man gulped. “Show me…” Gray whispered as his teeth grazed Kaoru’s ear. “How you want me to fuck you.” Kaoru thrusted in hard, his hips rolling as he plunged balls deep into Chiaki’s anus.

           “That’s it; show me how you want me to violate you.” Gray smiled as he let the blunt end of the whip come to his lips, his tongue licking and wetting the instrument, readying it. The bed bent low as he climbed onto the mattress, his hands rounding and massaging the lush flesh of Kaoru’s buttocks “Be a good boy now.” As he pressed the whip’s circled end at Kaoru’s asshole, “and take it deep.” Gray chuckled as he pushed the whip in further, probing, penetrating, pressing against the sensitive area within the man’s channel. “Scream for me.”

           Pain throttled Kaoru as the elongated toy entered him, a scream of both pain and pleasure surged forth from his throat “AAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!” With Gray pushing him further, Kaoru felt his cock drive sink deeper into Chiaki’s hole, both male editors groaning and shrieking under one man’s cruel demand.

“I-I’M CUMMING!! HHAAA HAAA HAA!!” Chiaki wailed as Kaoru felt himself going over the edge with the young male, his mind was toiling in ecstasy, he wasn’t sure as to what was happening anymore. “That’s it, cum for me.” Gray commanded in a fierce tone.

"GGYYYAAAAAHHHH!!” The editor yelled as jets of cream shot deep within the slick channel of the young editor, his cum filling the hole past the brim. Slowly, as to not hurt Chiaki, Kaoru withdrew his wet cum covered dick from the shota’s rigid opening. Streaks of luscious milk adorned the heated flesh of his length, trickling down ever so sluggishly towards the bedding.

Gray raised a brow at the dribbling trails of cum seeping down the sides of Chiaki’s asshole, a grin of satisfaction appearing on his face at what he had just observed. “Now then,” the demon clapped, both boys looked up as Gray took a seat on a chair close to the bed. "Both of you come here, and make sure that whip doesn’t come out of that sweet ass of yours Kaoru.”

Kaoru nodded as he unshackled Chiaki, and then slowly moved towards the dominant male. Gray watched as they both moved toward him, raising his hand up he motioned for Chiaki to come to him faster, “undo my pants,” he then turned to Kaoru, “then you taste me.” The two men got down to their knees and began to undo the assassin’s buttons, both nervous and yet eager to lick and devour the length that pressed against the tight fabric of this assassin’s flannel. Gray let a dark grin cross his features as Kaoru seemed to be taken aback with how big he was, Chiaki licked his lips hungrily his mouth leisurely caressing the scrotum, his tongue caressing the grooves in a slow rhythm. “Suck the head Kaoru, and look at me while you do it.”

Kaoru crawled forward and looked up, his eyes meeting the silver devil’s scrutiny, gradually opening and drawing the head into the warmth of his mouth, Kaoru felt himself growing hard once again. “So naughty, it seems both of you are getting hard again,” Gray noted as he saw the men’s shafts start pulsing with a fervent need, the assassin’s hand slowly went down Kaoru’s back and found the whip. Ever so unhurriedly he pulled it out and tossed the toy aside, his hands dragging across both male’s backs as he sat back and watched the scene before him unfold. Chiaki suckled and massaged Gray’s balls, while Kaoru savored the taste of his member. ”Stop,“ he halted the black haired man and made motioned him to turn around, ”I’m going to fuck you now, Kaoru.“ The editor rose little by little, nervousness clinging to him as he finally stood up, uncertainty overtaking his facial features as he let Gray’s words sink in. "Chiaki, stop for a moment… I have an idea.” Making sure the boy had moved slightly to the side, Gray pulled Kaoru towards him. His cock eagerly rubbing against the man’s tight ring of flesh, “this is your first time with me.” The head of his thick member probed Kaoru’s entrance, “I’m never gentle."  Without warning he pulled the man down onto his shaft and impaled him. "HHNNNNNNGGG!!! HAAA!! HAA!!” Gray penetrated further into the slick anus, his cock being squeezed by the severe tightness of Kaoru’s virgin ass. “Chiaki, suck him off.” Chiaki nodded and came in between both men’s legs, his mouth leisurely nipping and tugging at the steely member before him. “CHI-CHI–AKI!!” Kaoru hoarsely cried out, as the shota languorously and devilishly licked, his mouth ready to overtake the needy cocky.

Gray could only smile as he plunged even deeper, his strokes going from fast to calm. Teasing and building the impending pleasure he was about to send the editor into. “What’s this?” Gray whispered into Kaoru’s ear as the sounds of wet flesh slapping against one another echoed in the room. “You’re so wet, do you like being fucked like this?”

“N-N-NO!” Kaoru whimpered.

“I’M GONNA … GONNA…” Kaoru was losing face on his words; his native tongue was becoming lost to him as he was being assaulted from the front and the back, his orgasm coming. “HAAA HAAA HAAA!!!” Chiaki gagged slightly as the explosion hit the back of his throat, warm succulent loads of cream coated the inside of his mouth as he drank it up. Kaoru jerked and shivered viciously his body seizing at both the pleasure and pain. “Oh my… And I’m not even finished yet. Chiaki, enter him with me. I want to feel your cock sliding against mine.”

“WAAA!!!??” Kaoru rasped as he felt his legs being drawn up into his chest, his ass with Gray’s cock within him in full display. “NOOO STTTOOPP!!” Gray bit down on the sensitive part of the editor’s nape. “Consider this a gift of my love Kaoru,” he whispered. “I want to taint you.” Chiaki stroked his member, a look of covetousness glazing over his features as he leaned over Kaoru and kissed him. The taste of his own release against Chiaki’s lips surged an unwanted need in him, he was being broken in completely to this devious hunger. Angling his cock, Chiaki met Kaoru’s shameless gaze and thrusted inside. “AAAH!!! NNNGG!!! ”

This unexplainable revelry, this heated carnivorous desire drowned him. Kaoru tilted his head back and felt everything within him blow apart as both men sank deeper into his center. Their thrusts in time to one another as the forceful coiling feeling inside his stomach further corkscrewed his gut. “Gray… I’m gonna… I can’t …” Chiaki pleaded as he looked to the dominant male his tongue peeking out from his lips.

Leaning forward Gray drew in the young male’s tongue into his mouth, his tongue snaking around Chiaki’s as he fucked Kaoru even harder in his lap. Commanding, violating, dominating, and breaking these two men with his greed. Gray sucked on the young editor’s tongue before driving deep into the cavity, motioning his mouth to the timing of his fucking.

“AAHHH!!! AHHH!! AHH!!!” Gray grit his teeth as he broke from the possessive kiss and bellowed his release, the sound of Chiaki’s screech following his. As Kaoru felt himself officially lost all sense of his body, he gasped as heat flooded his insides, the feeling of being enraptured in a demonic bliss turning him into someone he didn’t recognize.

Heavy streams of white icing flowed to down to the floor as Chiaki pulled out and let his knees fall to the floor. His body was exhausted, and spent, his heavy breathing loudly singing into the calm.

Gray express unabashed amusement, as his hand reached up and under Kaoru’s chin, tilting it skywards. His tongue raked against the salty saccharine flesh, “…. There is a saying I always tell everyone…”

Kaoru heavily felt his breaths become ragged.

Chiaki felt his body tense to the tone of voice Gray was using.

Both editors slowly turned to look at the devilish man.

“Don’t trust the devil.”

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“Shit! Barnacles!” Ren held his hand to his chest and kicked the over door shut, the immediate singe of pain began to crawl over his fingertips from the burn. Looking down at his cradled hand he felt himself start to rage a little at the red welt appearing on the tips of his digits. “How can baking a cake be this difficult???” Flicking the knob for the oven temperature off, he went to the sink and ran his sore hand under the cooling rain of water. Agitated. Depressed. Overwhelmed with exhaustion from constantly trying to figure out how to bake a damn cake he sighed feeling defeated, it was Shusei’s birthday. The least he could try and do was be kind enough to make a cake, that didn’t taste like salt. Letting out a long and unflattering sigh, he turned off the running water and dried his hands. Buying a cake and putting his Otakutardness to it with decorations, would probably justify his emotions, “it’s the thought that counts…”

After positioning certain figurines together, he let out a snort and covered his mouth. He really should of thought his selection of toys better. Two Voltorbs, and an Onix. “He’ll get a kick out of this shit,” He chuckled as he slowly tried writing the most neatest and cleanness handwriting he could possibly achieve with the icing he got. He scratched his head. “It looks like Puusei, what the hell? How did I manage to turn ‘sh’ into ‘puu’?” Another aggravated sigh escaped him as he settled down into a chair and looked at the cake, he honestly wished he could of made the fluffy concoction. Raising his fingertips he looked at his bandaged hands and cringed as he tried to look underneath the taping. Blisters. Great.

Leaning his head back against the couch he stared up into the ceiling, Ren suddenly felt his eyelids start to grow heavy as sleep seduced him into darkness.

Pushing the front door open with his shoulder Shusei managed to somehow juggle all his gifts onto the nearby table by the living room, he let out a breath of relief from his lips as he set each item down. He hadn’t thought they would throw him a party or let alone drag him to the bars tonight, Shusei smiled as he thought about everyone’s kindness towards him today. Taking off his shoes, he paused as he saw a familiar set of black leather boots in the hall, he kicked off his shoes. Immediately walking through the house he went into the living room and saw a tuft of black spiky hair popping up from his couch. Slowly approaching the man, Shusei came towards the sleeping beauty and almost laughed. Ren lay there innocently, his lips slightly open to help him breathe better in his position, the editor leaned down and pressed his lips to sleeping beauty. Ren only flinched slightly at the soft loving kiss, but his eyes remained closed, Shusei raised a brow. Was Ren really tired?

In the corner of his eye something red and white caught his attention, now he really had to stifle a laugh, on his table laid a cake with Victorian style type decorations. But the beauty of the cake was quickly turned upside down with the two Voltorb figurines in the center with Onix in the middle. “He did that on purpose,” Shusei grinned as he went over to the cake and looked at the design, “Happy Birthday Puusei…?” Okay, the handwriting was a little sloppy, but this was definitely unexpected. Ren never tries to cook or nevertheless do anything for anyone… Shusei paused as he looked back at the sleeping computer analyst. His eyes wandered over Ren’s body and laid to rest on the man’s fingers, red marks and cuts laced the male’s fingers. A soft smile graced Shusei’s expression as he knelt down kissed the other man’s hands, his heart warming at how Ren obviously tried to do something for him.

A sly and salacious thought crossed the editor’s mind as he looked to Ren and then to the cake.

A meek groan passed between Ren’s teeth as he furrowed his brow, he felt his body humming to life as his dream got hotter and steamier by the minute. He felt his legs open further as he felt the welcoming warmth of his lover’s mouth on his cock, he groaned loud as he felt his hands run through soft wavy locks, “More…” damn this dream was fucking hot, he hadn’t had a great wet dream in so many days he thought he was going limp. “Aaaa….. aaa…!!” He gritted his teeth as he felt the dream lover graze his teeth over his sensitive head, Ren bucked as he felt his dream lover dig his fingers into his ass cheeks. “Fuck, yes!”

His dick pulsed with a need to release as his dream lover began to quicken his movements, Ren could feel the man’s finger’s sliding further down the crevice of his buttocks and slowly teasing his asshole. “Baby please, make me sing like Micheal Jackson.”

“Pffftt….”

Ren frowned as he heard the man laugh, that laugh… It sounded familiar. “I rather you sing just like you usually do, Ren.”

OH SHIT!

Ren’s eyes immediately opened as he saw Shusei in between his legs, his cock standing at hard attention in the man’s grasp. “Unhand me shrew or I will have no choice but to acquaint your face with the solid object of my calcaneus,” Ren drew his eyebrows in as he glared at the man. “I want my clothes, this wasn’t my intention.”

“Then you’ll be hard for the rest of the night,” Shusei grinned as he licked the length of Ren’s cock with a languorous flick of his tongue. The sweet stab of pleasure shot through Ren as the editor continued to taunt and tease his flesh with that damn skilled mouth of his. He groaned as Shusei played with his little hole and proceeded to suck him and take his dick further into that mouth of his. Ren could feel the rise of his demise impending as every stroke and nip the other man delivered brought his closer and closer to his peak. His body surrendering to this man’s touch was more than he could possibly bare as he gripped the sides of the couch and screamed his release, “son of a bitch… haa… haa…"

Shusei licked his lips as he rose up from between the young male’s legs his hand coming up to swipe a little at the saliva trailing down Ren’s lips. “Now then, time for cake.” Taking a piece of cake he had cut from for himself while Ren had slept he gave a polite smile before smearing it all over his lover’s body. “THE FLYING FLIPPIN—MMMPPPHHMMFFF!???”

"You look better with something in your mouth Ren,” Shusei removed his tie around his neck and bound the male’s hands, his belt following suit and he used it as a makeshift whip and slapped it against the side of Ren’s ass. Bringing himself forward, Shusei immediately began to lick and suck at the saccharine delicacy of icing all over the man’s body. His free hand plunging two fingers into the hacker’s channel with strong and crass strokes, preparing him for his dick to enter. “Aaa!! Not so rough! FUCK!"

"But you like it hard like this Ren,” Shusei whipped the man again as he bite down hard on his lover’s shoulder, scarlet welts forming in his sadistic wake. “AAAHH!!!”

The editor’s tongue fluidly trailed up and down, cleansing the sticky concoction off taut heated flesh, his body growing more and greedier for his prey. Pulling away briefly he flipped Ren over onto his knees with his ass facing towards him, he raised the belt slightly before delivering a hard blow to the young male’s rear end. “SHUSEI!” Ren yelled as he felt the sting of luscious pain travel across his bare flesh, he could feel his cock hardening once again at the sensations he was feeling. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

Ren gulped as he turned to look at Shusei, a dark gaze upon him as he looked at the long and thick member protruding from the editor’s pants. Damn him. “Yes.”

Shusei laughed as he let his hand become free from his make shift whip, one hand coming upon Ren’s hip while the other threading through the hacker’s hair. “I wouldn’t have let you say no either way, since it’;s my birthday.” He thrusted, sinking his cock balls deep into the slick hot channel of his lover’s ass. His fingers gripping both the side of the man’s hip and threading into Ren’s hair and tugging, “you like how my Steelix feels inside your Cloyster?”

Ren nearly choked, “now is not the damn time for Poke’mon references asswipe,” he managed to breathe out as his inside were thoroughly being filled with the editor’s shaft. His body tightening and convulsing around the hard member as it plunged deeper and deeper into his body, forcefully rubbing against the sweet spot of his core. “Should I play with your joystick? Or do more Body Slams into your—”

“DAMMIT SHUSEI, FUCK ME SENSELESS! MY DAMN JIGGLYPUFFS WANT TO FEEL YOUR GEODUDES SLAPPING WILLYNILLY AGAINST THEM! MASTER MY POKE BALLS AND RUB MY CRESCENT WAND!” Ren exclaimed in one loud huff, irritation and horniness winning him over.

“Hahaha! It’s my birthday,” Shusei thrusted deeper, as his hand snaked under Ren’s chin and turned his face towards his, “I’m the master of this duel.” Shusei kissed the hacker softly as his hand went between the man’s legs and stroked the steely member in between. “Your move.”

“Shut up Shusei,” Ren growled as he kissed the man back with an urgent and fervent need, “and Happy Birthday.”

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Frankie threw her bag across the room as she went on a complete rampage to find the damned were-cat, for the love of God he had scared off yet another set of friends she had made. As long as she could remember since she had found the lost little kitten, wait no, were-tiger, he had become overly protective that even she found it borderline obsessive. Racing up the stairway, she heard the all too familiar loud purring of a the damned feline, her allergies kicking into full throttle as she kicked open the door to reveal a tiger lying down and playing with a ball of string. “Eiki Yachigusa!” Grabbing a squeaky toy besides her she hauled it at him, she watched as the tiger instantly jumped towards the ball, it’s fur suddenly mutating to flesh, a paw forming into a human hand and catching the circular object. “You’re home master,” Eiki took one long stride and practically almost pounced her, his face rubbing into hers as his cat ears itched her skin. Frankie threw up her hands and pushed him off as she went into a sneezing flurry, “you damned cat! ACHOO! THE HELL–ACHOO! Were you doing scaring ACHOO! My friends?!”

She raised a fist and bonked him hard between his ears, a hand coming up to her face as she sneezed even harder as she backed out of the cat hair infested room, “do you realize that everyone doesn’t want to even come within a one mile radius of me because I have a ‘psychotic animal’ boyfriend threatening to rip people apart if they even touch me?” She was mad as hell, I mean for fuck’s sake, it was hard enough with all her schooling and her part time job to even have leisure time to hang out with friends. Now she didn’t have friends because they were too terrified to be around her because of this dipshit. “Eiki, I don’t know where in your brain you think that every ounce of my time has to revolve around you, but it does not!”

Eiki’s ears flicked back at her tone, a slight bit of remorse in his eyes as he slowly refocused his gaze to strike back into her own scrutiny, “I’m sorry master, it’s just that I get really lonely without you… And I really just want to be with you all the time.” The were-tiger stalked closer to Frankie, his arms encircling her as he brought his lips near her mouth, “was that the words you wanted to hear master? Because I’m far from being sorry.”

With a fluid motion the feline took her hand in his own, and let his thumb caress the top of her knuckles. A soft growl erupted from Eiki as he licked the lining of his thin lips. Raising the woman’s hand to his mouth his tongue gently flicked against the tips of Frankie’s fingers. His fangs grazing slightly at the soft grooves of her skin, pricking ever so lightly into the tissue, the delectable scent of human life infiltrating his senses. The aromatic essence coddled his mind and ignited the hunger inside his soul, “you haven’t been so kind to me lately…” he stated as a tear drop of viscous crimson peeked out from the cut he made with his canines. “I believe a little teasing on my behalf should be inflicted,” he lapped at the vermilion wine of her fingers, drawing in her digits carefully into the calidity of his mouth. Eiki let a devilish smirk dominate his features as he watched her emotions on display. It was evident she was enjoying the torture of his ministrations, Frankie’s face turning the brightest shade of red, her breaths becoming uneven. He could hear her heart beating rapidly, he wanted her to scream. With a chuckle he continued to let his tongue playfully toy with each finger, the needle sharp teeth coaxing more lacerations onto her hands as he greedily sucked.   

Frankie immediately withdrew her hand from his grasp, cradling her fingers close to her chest as scowl glossed over her face. “You asshole, don’t just do as you please!” She barked at him, her eyes flaring with irritation and embarrassment from his actions. Turning away from him quickly she began to make an exit for the door, her heart hammering away at her chest as she tried to escape. “That’s not fair honey!” Frankie froze as she felt his arms surround her, his lips teasing the shell of her ear as he whispered in a provocative tone. “You haven’t fed me today,” Eiki breathed against nape, his fangs fondling the pulsing vein in her throat.   

“You can wait,” she struggled in his arms as she tried to pry herself loose from his steely hold, only to hear a precarious growl from the tiger. “Should I hurt everyone around you again?"   

Frankie a slice of ice stabbed into her soul at his words, turning her head towards Eiki she caught sight of the liquid amber of his eyes. "I told you, no one else can be around you but me…"   

He lifted her face so she could look more directly into his eyes, he could already feel the possessive animal inside him breaking it’s restraint as he snarled. "I am the only one you need in this life, and you agreed to that the day you became my eternal partner.” Eiki turned her around and shoved her body up against the coarse surface of the wall, his jagged teeth protruding from it’s well kept hiding place in his gums. The moonlight sheen of his canines glinted against her irises as he brought a placid hand under her chin, the smell of indefinite fear rising in his soul mate. “Don’t be afraid love,” he laughed, “I’m only going to kiss you.”

Eiki pressed his thumb against the plushness of her lips, luring her mouth open as his tongue snaked inside her cavity. His mouth firmly captured hers as he sought to invade and corrupt the innocence left in her, the jagged edges of his teeth cutting into the soft flesh of her mouth allowing blood to flow. Eiki purred as the saccharine liquor danced on his taste buds, the succulent ambrosia of her body’s essence enrapturing his carnal hunger. The candied nectar flowed freely between the meshing of their mouths, the crimson wine dribbling down the sides of their faces as he greedily tasted and drank from her lips.

Frankie whimpered as she felt his hard body restrain her own to his will, her breathing becoming more and more ragged by the second as he feasted upon her very life. His hands gripped her wrists and then slid upwards to push open her palms so he could lace his fingers with hers, Eiki aggressively sucked and worked her lips to his bidding, the lush and fragrant intoxication of her blood driving him borderline mad as he greedily feasted upon the decadence of their pleasure.

    “Eiki….” she managed to whisper between their teeth to tongue kisses, “Eiki….”

“I love you….” Eiki pulled back to look into her face, his expression pained at his statement, the were-tiger stared upon her with pleading eyes. “I don’t know what I’d do if you ever were to leave me…”

“Please don’t be mad,” he begged as his grip on her body strengthened, “I wouldn’t be able to handle losing you to anyone else…. I’d kill them.” The young feline smiled as he declared his committed devotion in keeping her exclusive to him only. “Tell me you love me.”

His hand gently caressed her cheek, his serrated canines still glaring at Frankie as he awaited for her answer to his demand. Eiki watched as she responded to his touch by looking up into his eyes, both of her hands coming up to his face as she went up on her tip-toes and pressed her forehead to his own. “I love you, you yandere shit.”

He let out a laugh at her comment, but it was still a declaration of her love for him. “This makes me happy, I would of done something unpleasant if you didn’t say anything at all.”

Eiki released her from his hold, a smile creeping onto his features as he stretched, “I’m a bit hungry Frankie, what about you?” He turned slightly so his back faced her, his tail snaking back and forth in a leisurely pace as he heard her follow him. “I am kinda hungry,” she responded as they both went down the stairs and into the large kitchen area. It wasn’t until Eiki swung open the fridge door that something rancid and disgustingly putrid ransacked Frankie’s nostrils, the stench of something acidic rioting the clean air. “Eiki,” she instantly covered her nose as she tried to breathe through clenched teeth, “what the hell is that smell?"   

The were-tiger kept his back to her briefly as he fished for something inside the refrigerator, he whistled a soft tune as the sounds of paper wrappers being torn reached Frankie’s ears. "Just my food,” Eiki responded as he finally turned to face her, his hand firmly holding on the door. A panic-strickened expression over took Frankie’s sour dismay, the rising claws of bile surging up from the trenches of her stomach she looked within the food chamber. On each glass shelf within the cold storage lay the heads of her friends, all of their faces distorted in terror. Words couldn’t describe the trepidation that consumed her as her body slid to the floor, her eyes locking onto a pair of familiar brown irises.   

With a soft hum, the Eiki pulled out something wrapped in newspaper, his fingers slowly ripping open the gray parcel like a birthday gift. A volatile gut wrenching need to vomit raising hell in the pits of her stomach as a freshly ripped out heart lay inside the package, “what’s wrong Frankie,” he slowly approached her, he could sense fear in the air as Eiki crouched down with the bleeding heart in hand, “cat got your tongue?’ With his eyes boring into hers, he opened his mouth wide and sank his teeth into the fleshy organ and chewed with a lascivious grin on his face.

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Tendrils of ribbon and lace hung from the ceiling, spinning and uncurling in the soft breeze that entertained the room like a lone ballet dancer. Leftovers from the early party Yuki, Shinra, Kyoga, and Samon had thrown for me earlier since they all had to leave for a ceremonial greeting later today. Leaving me alone, the stillness of the house was uncanny as I paced the floor silently; tonight at midnight would strike my eighteenth birthday. The demons had gone all out for me with decorating the home we shared with tinsel and banners that said “Happy Birthday Sofia,” I should be happy dammit. Yet, here I was anxiously running a crop circle into the tatami mats waiting for that idiot of a fox to come back home. It was irritating; we got into a fight a few days ago regarding his behavior towards my human friends, he didn’t need to threaten their lives for fuck’s sake.

All my friends wanted to do was take me to a specialty jeweler shop to get a handcrafted charm of my choice with them, since it was going to be my eighteenth birthday, they wanted to christen the event with something extraordinary. But no…. Miyabi decided that I didn’t need to go out with my friends. Wait, let me rephrase that; I DIDN’T NEED FRIENDS because I only need him by my side for all eternity. He even had the audacity to tell me I’m not allowed to go with anyone anywhere unless he is with me, and that I didn’t need jewelry from anyone, the only gift I should appreciate was his presence. I mean really? I knew how cocky he could get, but that literally peeved me off, we practically had a screaming war of the century. It’s hard enough trying to cover it up that he isn’t human but downright growling and threatening to send my friends to hell was damn overboard, a weighty groan escaped my pursed lips as I dropped to my feet and sat on the floorboards. “Where are you, stupid?”

            Drawing my knees into my chest I wrapped my arms around them and pressed my forehead against my kneecaps, my heart tightened as I thought of him. I hadn’t meant to tell him to just evaporate and leave me; it was far beyond what I really wanted… I just wanted him to be more unperturbed and trust me for damn sake! Lifting my head up I looked out to see the moon smoothly ascending to the heavens, its graceful gait entranced me as I sat there waiting for the clock to strike midnight. The loud tapping of the minute clock against the wall resonated with every tick of the hand, closing my eyes I listened to the dead quiet of the room until the clock finally chimed midnight. “Happy birthday to me…”

            I sniffled as I laid my head back into my knees, I was alone and the one person I wanted so badly to be here with me to celebrate with me was gone. “I’m sorry Miyabi,” a tear slid down the side of my cheek, “please just come home.” Fingers digging into the back of my calves, I sat there in the turmoil of my thoughts, regretting the fact that I missed him and that we fought over something so easily fixable.

             “I knew you would miss me,” I jerked my head up instantly to meet an all too familiar egotistical glower, Miyabi’s irises swirled with an all knowing ‘you-can’t-live-without-me-at-all-can-you?’ presence within them. Dropping to his knees he leaned forward and grabbed the underside of my chin and licked at the salty droplets of tears that had streamed down my face. Damn him. “What a cute expression,” Miyabi snickered as he pressed me down to the ground, his body hovering over mine as he traced a teasing finger along the line of my jaw and down to my collar bone. My heart began to gradually increase at the close proximity of his warmth, shaking my head violently to knock some sense into myself I struck him hard on his chest, “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ASSHOLE!?” The solid bones of my knuckle smashed into the broad toned muscles of his upper body, I knew it was fruitless to even try and smack the shit out of him for being such an ignorant bastard but he had me worried sick. “WHY DID YOU JUST LEAVE!? WHY DIDN’T YOU CALL!? HOW DARE YOU!” With raised fists I went to punch him this time, but before I could make contact with his face, Miyabi spellbound my wrists in an iron cast hold, “I’m sorry Sofia.”

            I froze upon hearing his words, did he actually say ‘I’m sorry?’ Before I could respond, a pleasurable flick of heat enamored me. Sucking in a sharp breath I watched as his tongue languidly stroked the inside of my hand, Miyabi’s fingers loosening as he pressed a tender kiss into the flesh of my wrist. I observed as he moved to the other hand, his mouth lovingly graced my skin with the gentlest touch I’ve ever experienced from him. It was unreal. “I was angry, we both were.” He released both my hands from his embrace, steadily leaning over me he pressed both of his hands to either side of me and lowered his lips to mine, his mouth leisurely burning a sweet and intoxicating kiss that sent an instantaneous shock of warmth flooding to my insides.

            Like a moth drawn to the seductive inferno of deadly luminosity, my hands trailed up the firm grooves and ridges of his body. Mapping out the extensive and smooth feel of his skin against the palms of my curious hands, his tongue wrapped around mine as we both drank from each other’s lips. A passionate heat passing through us as his mouth came down stronger and fiercer, dominating and claiming my very being with the scorching euphoria of his yearning. With an achingly excruciating release, Miyabi ended our kiss with his teeth faintly nipping and sucking my bottom lip, a playful jest that he always did when he knew that I had given in to one of his whims. “I apologized to your friends,” the fox caressed the side of my face as he sat up on his hunches, “I spoke to them regarding the jewelry issue, we had some arguments but we came to a conclusion that we all would pitch in and help make your birthday gift really memorable.” Miyabi’s eyes glinted with something affectionate and yet roguish as he spoke. ”I was with them for a few days making this for you with them,” raising his hands so that it was in front of his chest, he made circular revolution with his fingers. A malleable breeze cooed between us as a minute spark ignited amid his rotating gestures, I watched in awe as a smooth wooden box began to slither out from an imperceptible doorway and quietly levitated towards me. My throat going dry as I looked to him then to the package that floated between undetectable hands, gulping air, I hesitated briefly before gingerly positioning my hands onto the sides of the container and drew it onto my lap.

            My fingers traced the leveled surface of the box with curiosity as I hooked one finger under the cover and opened the box, what I saw left me flabbergasted. “Miyabi….” Reaching deep within the small wooden crate I touched the most foreign looking gems I could have ever have expected to receive, a wide array of eloquent and ghostly white bracelets beaded with auburn and cerulean jewels twisted with gold slept among cherry satin cloth. “It’s … I don’t even know what to say..” My voice wavered slightly as I began to put illustrious charms on, hypnotized by the exotic majesty of the present I couldn’t help but become enthralled.

            “There is also one last piece,” he whispered into my ear as he conjured something between his fingers, a flash of indigo glimmered in his hand as a stunning wine-red head piece emerged. Slivers of scarlet rubies, deep ocean sea sapphires, and twilight onyx christened the head band with regal elegance, to look upon its imperial presence took my breath away. My gaze flicked to Miyabi as he parted my hair to the side and tucked the seductively alluring piece into the waves of my chocolate locks. “I knew this would suit you.”

            Getting up I went at once to a mirror and glanced upon my reflection in both awe and delight, the jewels shimmered and sparkled against the twinkle of moonlight. My heart racing as I turned to look at the fox, “thank you Miyabi,” I was practically breathless as I raced over to the nearby table and grabbed my phone. “I need to thank everyone else! I can’t believe how stunning these all turned out, I ’m truly grateful.”

            As I went to punch in my friends’ numbers I noticed Miyabi tilt his head to the side with a bizarre smirk on his features, “your friends already know you’re thankful.” The fox sat placidly as I gave him a droll stare, “I know they probably know I’m happy, but I’d rather thank them all and invite them over later today to celebrate with us properly here.” A annoyed sigh escaped from Miyabi as I glanced at him from the mirror, typing the numbers into my cell I dialed my first friend and reached only her voicemail. I hadn’t found it strange at first, but after all five friends cell phones had sent me directly to voicemail an odd sensation began to consume me. Every year we had stayed up for each other’s birthdays until midnight, it couldn’t be that all of them had just decided to go to bed and not greet me a happy birthday this year because of Miyabi, is it?

            “Sofia,” I jumped as Miyabi was unexpectedly behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, “if you want to thank your friends properly, look into the mirror here and tell them that.” I frowned at his use of words, “if you listen closely you can hear them talking to you. In whispers.” The crease between my brows furrowed even more as I turned to look at my reflection, my friends… in the mirror? Cocking my head slightly to the right, I peered into my own reflected face, studying the curve of my face to the glowing brilliance of my jewelry. The intricate pieces glittering with a purely passive golden glow that seemed to emulate something strangely haunting, “help us…..”

            “What….” the jagged razors of alarm began to carve into me, like a ghost the voices began to ascend from beyond the looking glass. “He killed us …. Sofie….” In horror the regal jewels that adorn my body began to bleed, seeping tears of cruor down the sides of my wrists to the long strands of my hair. “He killed us Sofia, HE KILLED US.”

Pain radiated through me as I dropped to my knees in front of the glass fixture before me, flashes of smiling faces turned to twisted horror as visions of a bloody massacre played out upon the mirror. Blood splattered upon walls, organs ripped out from flesh, bones carved into material. I could hear them, taste their fear, and worst of all I could see their deaths as the cursed charms that laid upon my skin began to seethe into my flesh. “NOOO NOOO PLEASE!!! SOFIA!!! HELP US!!!” Bile soil the back of my throat as the last of the images smeared and embellished themselves into my memories, scarring my vision with scarlet. My own reflection cracking in two as the souls of the dead shattered the glass into billions of shards, carrying the agonizing screeches of my friends within them, “Now then…” Miyabi chuckled, “we’ll never have to fight over your friends again.“ I screamed.

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“Haa…” she whimpered as she felt the merciful yet burning strokes of both demon males. Her hands bound and held above her head caused an extra twinge of arousal in her pussy, her whole being becoming enraptured by demonic possession. She shuddered against the rough touch the fox demon was inflicting upon her flesh, his hands skillfully manipulating her erect nipples with taunting flicks and teasing caresses.  Miyabi nibbled the soft shell of her ear, giving an additional playful suck on her lobe as he worked her tits in his hands.

Shinra parted her legs, his hands trailing curiously against the female’s soft skin. His cock pulsing with the dominant need to spill his seed within her womb. The strong aroma of her wet sex gnawed at his demon soul, calling for him to taste the decadent poison that her carnal vessel provided. Shinra leaned forward and let his tongue slide between her slit, earning a heady gasp from her. Lifting his gaze, he met her scrutiny as his tongue pushed further and encircled her clit. Drawing the delectable bud into the heat of his mouth, he sucked and nipped slightly as she raised her hips to give him more access.

Carnivorous lust beckoned Miyabi, the female’s back pressed up against him further stoking his desires and malevolent greed to force more of this devilish seduction upon her. Taking hold of her form he began to lay her flat on her back, his demon bellowing to savor the rigid peaks of her breasts. Dipping his head to the luscious mounds he pressed his rough tongue against the plush softness of her flesh.  A sharp gasp echoed in his ears as he traced the areolas, the tips of his canines grazing the taut nubs playfully as he coiled his tongue around her nipple and invited it into the sweltering bliss of his mouth.

Shinra watched her break her gaze, her body hungrily arching upward from the lascivious revelry of passion they were branding into her soul. Straddling her, the whole of his mouth sealed over the pink flesh of her cunt. His tongue surging into the slick channel of her pussy, working in even and forceful jabs. He heard her shriek in a frenzied haze, “Aaa!! No!! Stop!!” The building intensity inside her body was driving her into a psychotic break, she struggled against the both of them. Her womb continuing to clench and tighten with every stroke, a white heat threatening to overtake her as Miyabi and Shinra quickened their pace. Their tongues working in a rhythmic beat to her heart’s rapid pulse, “FUCK!”

The fox demon growled as both Shinra and himself felt the reverberating aftershocks of their mate’s orgasm. Her small frame convulsing under the hypnotic ecstasy that they had inflicted upon her spirit. Shinra lapped at the lush cream of her womanhood, the divine wine flowing endlessly into his mouth as he savored every last bit of it’s intoxicating decadency. Languidly withdrawing his tongue from her pussy, Shinra rose up and captured her lips. She groaned, as his fingers toyed with her sensitive labia, the flavor of the Oni’s kiss was the flavor of her sex. Her mind, body, and soul ached to be filled with both demons. She wanted nothing more than to be lost in their touches, spirited away by more of sinfully rich pleasure that they had delved deep into her core.

Her body hummed with a bestial craving, the ravenous need to be thoroughly fucked howled within her. Lifting her eyes up to look at the fox demon, she watched as he released her from her binds his lips replacing the metal cuffs with a rain of warm kisses. Red indentations upon her flesh were tenderly licked and fondled by Miyabi, his tongue languorously tracing the outline of the snarling marks. As if the fox demon sensed her scrutiny, he lifted his gaze to meet hers. His irises swirling with amorous lust as he wickedly let his mouth make love to the welts on her wrists with gentle laps. She gasped as Miyabi suddenly raised her up, “your body is ready.” The fox gave a coy smile as Shinra lifted himself to come onto his knees, his robes coming undone and slipping to the floor.

She bit hard into her bottom lip as her gaze flicked towards the young Oni, with his clothes fully off she drank in his chiseled abs and the sharp contours of his flexing muscles that rippled with his slow breaths. Her eyes further explored as it trailed from his chest down to his lower anatomy. She gaped. Before she could speak she heard the sounds of another soft thud from the side of her, a pile of robes being plopped down. Taking in a slow and controlled breath she turned her head to look upon the rigid and taut muscles of the fox demon, she could feel the pulse in her heart radiate to loud bangs in her ears as she absorbed his all too perfect body. Dear… Lord….

She looked between the two males and felt a surge of wanton desire and insurmountable fear, the demons brought a whole new meaning to Tokyo Tower and Sky Tree. Holy fuck almighty.

“N-n-no way! You’re too… Err… Huge…” She started to back away from the both of them, “You’ll kill me.”

A snicker escaped Miyabi as he got onto his knees, his cock standing high at attention between his lean legs. “Relax,” raising his hand to her face, he sent a slow pulse of his magic into her. Beckoning her to calm herself. Shinra came besides her, holding out his hand for her to take. Hesitation flooded her expression, as both her mind and body were at war. “Come to me…” Shinra commanded in a gentle tone, his hypnotic voice lulling her to raise her hand gingerly and slip it between his calloused fingers. With a tug he pulled her into his lap, “this part you will do on your own,” sweat beaded down the side of the Oni’s face as he concentrated on holding back. “If I take you, I will do more damage.”

“It’s best for you to take him at your own pace,” Miyabi spoke as he placed his hands on her hips, moving her so that her sex was at the tip of the Shinra’s cock. Shakily she raised her hands to place it on the Oni’s shoulders, she trembled as the bulbous head throbbed against her sensitive entrance. “Look at me,” Shinra voiced as she returned her eyes to him, his lips coming upon hers as she suddenly felt her legs become weak, her body lowering itself on it’s on accord onto the thick head of the demon’s dick. The Oni’s hot kisses burned her as he broke from her mouth, his lips pressing against the nape of her neck to the lines of her collar. She groaned as she took in the pleasure she was receiving her mind going elsewhere as Shinra’s shaft pierced the entrance of her womanhood, she moaned. Her knees were buckling as her womb started to contract and be fill inch by thick inch with the demon’s steely member. “Ahhh!!” She screamed as his cock stretched her channel, her womb expanding further to accommodate his girth, “haa…. Haa…. Hnnng!”

“So tight….” Shinra grounded his teeth as she finally sheathed herself onto him fully, her vagina squeezing and constricting around his length. A licentious grin captured Miyabi’s lips, licking the thin line of his mouth. He bent even further down, his hands coming to grasp her ass cheeks and spread them apart, giving him a delectable view of her asshole. Bringing his mouth close he let his tongue slid between his teeth and press up against the rigid little hole. She bucked in response only to have Shinra keep her rooted down to his cock, “relax love, you have to give time to adjust to my cock inside your womb.”

Her body was screaming in anger, wanting to forcibly reject Shinra from her insides, her pussy struggling to conform around the oni’s length and girth. His solid member throbbed within, “look at me, you’ll feel nothing but pleasure… We promise.” With a nod she brought her face close to his once again, the horned demon possessing her mouth as he let his tongue coerced her to open wider for him to explore. Their tongues intertwining as she stilted her head upward so his tongue could fully claim her cavity, thrusting and tasting as is if he were fucking.

Miyabi snarled as his own tongue teased her anus with measured languid licks, preparing the opening to be violated. The fox brought his thumb to the tight rim and pushed into it lazily, her sphincter quickly tightening around his intrusive digit as he began to work the constricted flesh. Sliding his thumb in and out slowly he began to press further, adding another finger, and then another, forcing the stiff channel to obey to his command. Withdrawing his fingers he let his saliva drizzle onto his claws, his spit acting as lubricant as he let four fingers plunge even deeper into her ass. “AAAHHH!!!”

She broke from the kiss Shinra and her shared, she screamed as a new sensation began to fill her, “Miyabi…” she whimpered as she felt his body brush up against her back. “Lift up for me love,” he ordered as his hands suddenly came about her waist, the oni helping raise her slightly to her knees, careful to not extract himself from her pussy. “Same motions,” Miyabi whispered into her ear as he pressed the tip of his cock at her rear entrance, “Take us both together into this lewd body of yours.”

She swallowed hard and obliged to the fox’s direct instructions, her fingers digging into Shinra’s shoulders as she ground her canines together. She slide down and felt both cocks enter, a full feeling starting to consume her as both her pussy and ass stretched. “I-I can-can’t-!!” Her lips were stolen from her as Miyabi turned her head to him and ravaged her mouth, both demons’ gripping her hips and thrusting upwards into her heat. She internally screamed as her body was held in a tight embrace between both virile males, the intoxicatingly sinful full feeling of both demons’ penetrating her wreaked havoc upon her soul and body. As if by instinct her limbs began to move on its own accord, undulating and dipping low to slam both males’ cock deeper into her core, gliding up and down taking them more fiercely and greedily.

“Shinra… Miyabi…” she whimpered as they both thrusted upwards, “faster….” she begged as the sounds of wet flesh echoed in the room as they picked up the pace. Her cunt and ass fully taking on the brunt of their enormous lengths. Never had she felt this diabolical type of pleasure before, this fervent passion and dire ecstasy was marking her for hell. Both demons nodded to each other as they impaled her further onto their cocks, a shriek of pain and pleasure resounding in the silent air. They plunged even deeper, surging and dominating her, their thrusting becoming erratic as they slammed further into her channels. She arched into Miyabi as the speed of their aggressive strokes began to overtake her, her orgasm building as words of incoherent nature began to spew from her gaping lips. “Aa.. Ppll..aaahh!! Pleaassee!! Haa!! Haa!!”

Shinra dipped his head and began to suckle at her tits, laving and nipping at the rosy buds as he surged into her womb. His cock eager for more, wanting to greedily bury itself even further into her slick folds. He groaned as he felt her body begin to wind up, signaling her impending release. Miyabi snarled at the same time, feeling the immediate constriction of her anus gripping his cock, baring his fangs as he also felt his climax mounting. Deeper. Deeper. Harder. Fuck faster. Again and again.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” She screamed as a violent tidal wave of flaring passionate bliss enraptured her in a cloak of white, drowning her into an unbelievable sea of carnal oblivion. Shinra and Miyabi bellowed guttural primal sounds from deep with, harsh and vicious snarls grated against the clutches of darkness.

The sensation of liquid fire within the depths of her cunt and ass burned as the ultimate feeling of her body devouring the ambrosia of both demons brought upon a redden flush to her skin. An overwhelming wave of exhaustion began to ensnare her in its needy grasps, her mind slowly reeling as her limbs started to go limp. Miyabi felt the weight of her body form slump against his chest, a wicked snicker escaping between his fangs, “you could only endure this much?” He nuzzled the side of her face, licking and nudging her neck to the side so he could scald his mark into her flesh.

Following suit Shinra sank his own canines down into her skin, a rose colored signature forming upon her her skin as both Shinra and Miyabi withdrew their semi-erect cocks from her relaxed body. Slipping his arms underneath her, Miyabi nuzzled the side of her face and licked her cheek lovingly as the young oni walked ahead of them and only turned to speak briefly, “I’ll draw a bath for her, she’ll need her energy.”

Miyabi chuckled, “of course she will need all the strength she can muster…..” leaning close to look into her face, “tomorrow she will mate with Kyoga and Yuki.”

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Grace groaned as her body reacted to the virile male in the room, she could sense him for some reason. Sense his need to fuck, the tension in the room filled with lust and carnal ravenous need. “Radon… what have you done to me?” She spoke hoarsely as she tugged at her chains, the icy kiss of metal tingled her oversensitive flesh. “It’s a strange thing…” She heard him in the darkness of the room, he was stalking her like prey, playing with her. “When they turned us, they said blood tastes best when our victim is either in pain, pleasure, or fear…” Grace felt her heart rate start to skyrocket as her body started to hum with an explainable carnal desire to fuck. “I plan to test all three emotions on you.”

She jerked against the shackles, whatever he was doing to her, whatever this was, it was devouring her self-control to remain sane. “Lose control then, I want to see you unraveled…” He growled as he suddenly appeared before her, his hand reaching for her chin and drawing her into a kiss. His mouth covered hers as she whimpered, threading his hands through her hair. His tongue moved with forceful strokes, the hunger to ravage and drink consuming him as he felt Grace losing her grip to fight against him. “Mmmm….” She moaned as his kisses became more merciless, bloodthirsty. Greedy palms cupped her breasts, as rough skin thumbed her erect nipples. Grace shivered with arousal under his touch, and she knew he could sense it. “Get on your back,” he commanded in an authoritative tone as he moved, giving her the room to do as he ordered.

Submitting to his will she laid herself against the cold surface of the floor, she gasped as Radon dove for her chest and curled his tongue around a hardened bud. He nipped and teased between the two mounds before drawing one nipple into his mouth, Grace arched into his mouth as he sucked and bit. “So beautiful,” he rasped as he nudged her thighs apart and settled himself intimately between them, then resumed his sucking of her nipples. His tongue moved back and forth, flicking, caressing, and teasing, in an erratic pattern of pleasure. Grace writhed and moaned beneath him, as she felt his lips begin to trail down her navel. Flicks of pain and pleasure began to consume her as she felt his fangs drag against her skin, the smell of blood permeated the room as Radon lapped at the open cuts he created on flesh. His cock was rigid, and stiff with a wanton craving to be buried inside her, but he restrained as he continued his descent. With his teeth he tugged at the flimsy material of silk that covered her womanhood, the sound of fabric ripping echoed through the room as he took it off.

“Radon….” she strained as she felt his hot breath over her cunt, she screamed as he drew her clit into his mouth, sucking it hard, wanting and needing to taste her sweet cream. “Oh god,” she gasped, as she tried to reach out to him but her shackles agonizingly kept her from touching him. Grace’s breath grew ragged as her thighs began to tremble around him. Radon sucked harder, vigorously working her clit. His hand moved to her entrance, teasing her folds as he played with her, sensing her impending need to cum he drove two fingers inside her pussy. Grace came in a violent wave of white heat, her entire being enraptured in an overwhelming force of pleasure as he drank the honey that flowed from her.

Lifting his head from between her legs he stared at her, his eyes smoldered with possessiveness and bestial carnage. “Do not fear me,” Radon spoke in a low baritone as he moved on top of her, his eyes lanced through her, and he could sense the her fear. “I need you Grace,” he stared into her brown eyes, before he thrusted into the deep pleasure of her body. Grace panted, and wrenched at her binds, her pussy stretching to adjust to his penetration. “Radon!” She screamed as his swollen shaft impaled her sweet tight heat, her tits bouncing with every thrust. Pain and pleasure lanced through her as she struggled to breathe, he fucked her hard and mercilessly. The animal in him bellowing to mark its territory, to claim, brand his mate.

The need to bite, to drink, began to consume him as he felt her orgasm building. Bringing his lips down to her chest he began to use his teeth to inflict pricks of pain, Grace shouted as the sudden sting of pain and pleasure mixing together drove her rampant.

“Turnover,” he growled “get on your hands and knees.” Grace did as he ordered without hesitation, putting her weight on her hands, she arched her back, and lifted her ass up to him. “Good girl.” Radon slammed into her again, his body tensing at every movement they made. The sound of flesh slapping together in a cacophony of eroticism, her pussy enveloping him, gripping his dick. His jaw clenched as he struck a firm hand against the flesh of her ass, Grace screamed at the surprise twinge of pain.

Radon continued to fuck her ruthlessly, mounting her hard, ad he pounded deep, filling her fully. His fingers digging into her hips as her wet pussy sucked him in with every outstroke. “Radon….” she was struggling now, she was nearing her orgasm and he could feel it. He took Grace harder and faster, deeper, stronger.

Grace careened over the edge, as Radon suddenly slipped his hand around her waist and brought her back against his hard stomach. His fangs slid out and pierced her throat. Another explosion of ecstasy violently overtook her soul as the sharp sting of his bite sent her mind into oblivion. Radon drank in the passion, the pain, and her fear as he felt her body convulse in his arms, the sweet elixir of her life slipping away. He came on a loud reverberating roar, a sound of dominance and complete possession. Ripping his fangs from her throat he drew his wrists to his mouth and sliced open his radial artery, bringing the ambrosia of his own life to her lips, he poured it down her throat. “Bind your soul to mine, for eternity."

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This was maddening.

Radon Kaishin laid his back against the wall, his hand firmly gripping his cock as he stroked it up and down. He knew Grace was taking a shower, at least in there she was safe, and so was he. His thumb pressing against the crown of his shaft, nail sliding between the slit to tease the urethra as if it were a tongue. Her tongue. Right now, Grace Castillo was letting her hands travel down her body, caressing the sensitive flesh of her pussy lips acting careless and free. Unafraid of the true danger, that was him.

Surely the Gods were punishing him for his sins, he groaned as he pumped his member harder, dry pleasure calling for his orgasm as he felt liquid ecstasy eject into his hands. Raising his soiled hand to his face, Radon exhaled a tortured sigh, rising to his feet he went to get the baby wipes he kept in the drawer and wipe his hands clean of evidence. This was his eternal punishment, Radon heard the shower tap stop, his mind mulling about as he heard the door for the bathroom open and Grace’s footsteps coming towards his door.

“This is divine punishment,” he muttered as Grace opened his door, her eyes falling on him as she rubbed her hair with a towel.

“Radon, I warmed up the bath for you, so get in quickly,” she spoke in a low voice, a sensually riveting tone that always made him yearn to hear her say it under him. “I’ll make your dinner before I head out to work, so don’t take too long.” Grace smiled at him kindly, she was a damn blessed angel in a devil’s lair.

“Okay!” Radon returned her smile with a fake goofy grin, forcing his tone to be jovial, “thanks big sis, I’m thankful for your love.”

Grace blushed slightly at the title, “I swear, it’s weird at times to hear you call me ‘big sis.’ I’ve never had a little brother before until now, so it’s really weird and enjoyable to have a younger sibling…” The detective sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck, “okay, see you downstairs in a bit.” She turned away from him, and headed towards her room to change.

Big sister.

The words echoed in his mind as he gritted his teeth, his father had remarried to Grace’s father, who was currently the Chief of Police. But that wasn’t the biggest problem, Radon shut the door to the bathroom as he stripped himself of his clothes his eyes falling to the bullet wound he had received recently. His fingers tracing the clean shot, Radon and his father were criminals, or more close to vigilantes with a twisted streak.

Let me out… She’s not here…

The voice of the Phantom spoke in his thoughts, his hands gripping the sides of the sink as a pain shot through his senses. “Not yet… We aren’t…”

When she goes out for work, so do we.

The heist wasn’t set for another four hours, but it wasn’t just a heist, it was also an assassination that was about to unravel under his fingertips. For Radon, he wasn’t just a typical high school turned college boy… Nothing about his life was ever normal.

You’re taking too long, she will get suspicious of you.

He had come into the title his father passed down to him, The Phantom Killer, when he had turned sixteen and performed his first orchestrated kill with the Phantom in his mind. Radon had crossed paths with Grace Castillo, the young and strong willed detective who was assigned to capture him. They had a cat and mouse relationship for the past two years of his life, a strange but thrilling romance. He had become infatuated with her, even disguising himself as colleagues in the MPD just to get closer to her, and also helping her solve cases when she was stuck. Radon had found it justified to be close to her, but at a safe distance… Who would have thought his father had managed to seduce the Chief of Police and then marry him?

Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer….

“Shut up,” Radon spoke to the Phantom, his hands going into the tub to pull out the plug to drain the water. The heist was only in four hours, and he didn’t have time to spare. Hopping into the shower he quickly rinsed off and re-bandaged the bullet wound he received from none other than Grace the day prior. She wasn’t getting better and better at tracking him down and analyzing his movements, Radon thought as he slipped on his pajamas.

His feet leading him down the stairs as the smell of hayashi rice filled the air, his stomach rumbling as he paused to watch Grace pour the stew mixture onto plates of hot rice. What he wouldn’t give for her to be cooking for him as his wife…

We could seduce her, just like how your father did to her father.

“No, I won’t let her be defiled by me,” Radon snarled in a hushed voice as he felt the Phantom shift around in his thoughts, “I refuse to mar her.”

But you’re already vandalizing her purity by wickedly dreaming of her. Desiring her to be under you as you take her over and over in complete ecstasy. You---

“SHUT UP!” Radon exploded as the Phantom snickered in his thoughts, forgetting momentarily where he was he saw Grace frowning at him.

“Radon, who are you talking to?” She raised a brow at him, only to see him point to the Bluetooth in his ear, Radon mouthing the words ‘friend on the phone’ to her as she shook her head. “If you’re going to yell at him, do it in your room. Dinner is ready, so hurry up and tell your friend you’ll call him later.”

“Ok sis…” He forced himself to say in a sheepish tone as he watched her walk back into the kitchen, Radon could hear the Phantom laughing in his thoughts. “They will only ever be desires, I refuse to monopolize her.”

But would you be able to stand it when someone comes to take her away? Could you truly be happy seeing the greatest treasure that you’ve ever found, stolen right from your grasps?

Radon was halfway to the kitchen as he let those questions from the Phantom sink into him, “she was never mine to steal in the first place… She will always be the one thing I can never steal.”

But you can always kill.

He wasn’t going to entertain the Phantom anymore, he wanted to eat with Grace in what comfort he could. The heist ploy was in three hours now, and as soon as they were finished eating, Grace would be leaving.

So would he.

“What are you thinking?” Detective Eaton Jackson looked at Grace, a far off look in her eyes as she stood near the edge of the building they were using to scope out The Phantom Heist.

“There’s something strange about this whole robbery,” the female adjusted the gun on her holster, her fingers playing with the sleek hand of the weapon. Grace couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something definitely amiss with the whole theft. “Maybe I’m thinking too much on it,” she muttered as she turned away from the building and back to Jackson, “where’s Shi-Lang and the others now?”

Jackson looked on his Iphone, the GPS tracker indicating that the security detail surrounding Shi-Lang and the treasure that was set to be stolen were arriving in less than five minutes. “We better get to the party station,” the detective nodded as Grace began to stride off towards the emergency stairwell the young female still showing uncertainty about the whole thing.

“I’m missing something….” Grace muttered as she made her way to the pick up site. “What are you after Phantom…?”

“We have Shi-Lang and the box in possession,” Jackson spoke into his ear piece as they made their way through the halls of the building, eyes scanning the vicinity diligently as Shi-Lang clung to the black cased treasure in her hands. The petite Chinese woman was trembling; it was as if the box scared her more than the heist itself. “We are almost to the safe room, please hold out until then.”

The woman only nodded as they kept moving, the group descended down into the depths of the building towards the vaults. Shadows seemed to jump at them as they went further into the darkness until they reached the secured area, Jackson reaching up to input the data into the cast iron safe. “Almost home free,” he murmured as the lock to the safe began to whir to life, safety locks coming undone as the door to the security room swung open.

Shi-Lang still trembled, her eyes going from the box and finally resting on the other box that was within the safe. Slowly she went inside the vault her hands carefully placing the treasure box right next to the other, Shi-Lang’s hands now stopped shivering. “Thank you all,” she bowed, “I must bestow my gratitude to you all.”

Jackson was about to protest when the woman unlatched both treasure boxes and opened them, a frown creasing his face as he observed there was nothing within any of them. “What in the world…”

“GET DOWN!” Grace suddenly appeared, taking Jackson by surprise as a gunshot shattered his hearing a wail of pain and horror washing over as he tried to make sense of the situation. A member of the team held a gun pointed at where Shi-Lang had once stood, the woman was bleeding and Grace was holding her own gun pointed at the police officer. “I knew this wasn’t just a heist, you weren’t after the treasures, you were after this woman.”

“Clever deduction detective, but not clever enough to have figured it out sooner.” Phantom smirked, as he ripped off his guise, the trade mark Colombina mask covering his face as he dropped smoke bombs from his cloak.

“TAKE CARE OF SHI-LANG!” Grace bellowed as she shot after the Phantom, she wouldn’t let him get away, not this time as she went through a side door in the building. She had studied every angle of the building and possible escape routes as she soared to the top of the building, heart pounding as she shoved open an exit door on the fifth floor. The phantom soaring right past her as she shot a bullet, she was sure she hit him but he kept running.

“SON OF A BITCH!” Grace bellowed as she chased after him, his cloak whipping behind him as he dropped more smoke bombs to try and throw her from his trail. A heavy fog enraptured them both as she tried to keep herself calm at what she remembered from the map she had memorized of the building.

“Having trouble finding me, Grace?” Phantom spoke directly in her ear, causing Grace to lash out her fist into the fog, “ah, so cruel. Why must you be so violent, when I just want to play.”

“So killing someone is your definition of playing?!” Grace stopped running, the smoke encasing her now as she tried to listen for any movement within the mists.

“Ah but you’re missing the big part of the ‘why’ she needed to die, detective.” Phantom announced, his disembodied voice echoing around her as she tried to focus on the map in her mind. Logic connecting every piece of knowledge she had.

This is an office space, where can he project his voice to speak all around me?

“I figured she was part of the Black Auctions, but she was afraid for her life, because of what she was doing. She was betraying her mafia leaders,” Grace slowly unlatched her gun from it’s holster, her mind piecing together where the Phantom should be.

“That’s what she wanted you to believe, Grace,” his voice was now cold, “you’re an intelligent young lady. Why not use that logic of yours to connect the pieces?”

Shi-Lang was the first lady of the mafia kingpin, Yin-Long, she was kidnaped by him and forced to become his wife. She hadn’t been seen for over four years until now, and she had found a way to free herself from the mafia leader. But… Phantom was right about something… Grace took her gun off safety as she pointed her gun upwards, Shi-Lang was indeed a smart woman, she had helped the government with breaking and entering systems before her kidnapping. It was strange…

Four years… Disappearance…. Breaking and entering… Nervousness… Wife…?

“SHE’S GONE! SO ARE THE TREASURES!” Jackson’s voice came loud and clear through Grace’s ear piece, logic suddenly coming into play as Grace realized what a dire mistake they had just made.

“Stockholm Syndrome,” left her lips as the smoke dissipated around her and Shi-Lang now stood before her both boxes open, and a sinister smile upon her face.

“Well done detective,” Shi-Lang spoke with blood seeping down from the sides of her mouth, “let me repay your kindness… With punishment.”

A gunshot rang out as a veil of black washed over her, a warm body pressing against hers as she felt the cold kiss of the floor pressing against her back. Grace felt the color drain from her face as a small droplet of blood splattered on her cheek, her eyes going wide as her mouth opened at what she was seeing. “Ra… Radon…?”

How could he mess up? How was this possible? Radon held his shoulder, as he turned his eyes downward to avoid her stare. He had calculated everything; he was certain Shi-Lang was dead but … She had somehow survived to live just a bit longer to almost kill Grace. But now… As he was on his knees, having shielded her from Shi-Lang’s last assault, the mask he wore was laying besides him and his face bare.

“Radon…” Grace was in disbelief as she looked at her little brother with confusion, horror, and other emotions she couldn’t even encompass. “You’re… You’re… the Phantom?”

Lady Luck certainly knows how to cut us loose.

“I….” Radon tried to piece something together as the footfalls of polices bounding up the stairs came closer and closer, “I…”

Grace moved her hand behind her, reaching for the fallen gun as Radon tried to compose himself, heart hammering in her chest as she made a split decision as her colleagues were coming closer. Holding up her gun, her younger brother, eyes widening as Radon looked at her in astonishment. “I’m sorry, Radon.”

Get ready to run, Radon.

Another gunshot rang out as the world surrounding them went dark, Radon fleeing the scene as Grace lay there bleeding from her shoulder. What cruel punishment was this? The detective thought as she turned her head slightly to see that both black boxes were missing from the scene as police officers and SWAT infiltrated the room. Voices echoing around her as she recalled how she purposely shot herself and telling Radon to run, Grace had been trailing the Phantom for so long… So damn long… Who knew he was right there next to her this whole time. Living under the same roof as her for the past seven months, and she purposely let him get away… Because she loved him.

This was Divine Punishment, she thought as her eyes started to close as Jackson screamed her name, a haze of white taking over her sight as she faded. Faded into her thoughts.

“She’s lost a lot of blood sir,” Dr. Sezaki spoke to Deputy of Police, Jerome Castillo, as he held his daughter’s hand, “but she’s been stable. We will keep monitoring for any changes in vitals and keep you updated.”

Jerome nodded as he watched Grace’s chest rise and fall, his husband, Toichi Kaishin on the other side, clasping her hand tightly. Radon stood by the window, watching the scene, worry and anxiety rising as the doctor made a couple more notes and then went on his way.

“I knew this job would put her in danger,” Jerome spoke, “but she was so adamant… Like her mother was…”

“Sir… We need you to come with us,” Jackson appeared in the room, “there’s something we need to discuss on regards of what happened tonight.”

Jerome was hesitant to leave his daughter’s side, but he still rose from his position and gently laid Grace’s hand back on the bed. “Toichi, Radon,” he spoke, “I won’t be back until late, please watch her for me.”

Toichi nodded to his husband while Radon repeated the same gesture as his father, both men watching the older male leave with Jackson and shutting the door. It was in that instant Toichi was on his feet and slamming Radon against the wall, anger running rampant as he snarled, “what the hell were you thinking?! How could you shoot your own sister?”

“We didn’t shoot her,” Phantom had taken over Radon’s body, the murdering thief peeling Toichi’s hands off him. “She shot herself Toichi.” The older man was taken aback by his words as Phantom slowly strided over to Grace, his hand reaching out to touch the side of her sleeping face. “She shot herself to make it look as if she was incapacitated by Shi-Lang, and that we escaped in the process. But ballistics and the forensic team will notice the gun was fired in close range, they’ll figure out the discrepancy and possibly question her.”

“She bought you time, why would she buy you time?” Toichi narrowed his eyes at Phantom, suspicion arising from the man as Phantom kept his eyes on Grace.

“She saw our face,” Phantom narrowed his eyes, his fingers threading through her hair, “I never know what this woman is thinking, but she certainly did something incredible.”

Toichi’s face became ashen at Phantom’s words, “she saw you… She saw you!?”

“Do not make me repeat my words old friend,” Phantom turned his head to the man that he once was connected to, “it was a miscalculation that the mask wasn’t fastened behind our head, but … it was also a miscalculation to assume that Shi-Lang wasn’t determined to take at least one person with her for her husband’s death.”

“What of the treasure Phantom?” Toichi was now on the other side of the bed glaring at him, “they said the treasure was missing.”

“I do not know,” Phantom responded, “we left with only the gunshot in our other shoulder and clothes on our back.”

“Then who…” A knock at the door cut Toichi off as a nurse came in, “excuse me, Mr. Kaishin, can I have you come fill out some of the paper work for Ms. Castillo’s medical records?”

Radon’s father was hesitant to leave Grace alone with Phantom, but he narrowed his eyes, a warning coming from his lips as he whispered so that only the exchange could be heard between the two of them. “Under the oath of the Fool Curse, you are not to harm her. Do you understand?”

“For shame Toichi,” Phantom smiled, “I can’t harm a human unless she is inflicting harm to the world.”

“….” The elder man held the expression of suspicion before dropping it to a relaxed look, “I know, I should put more faith in you, but…” His eyes looked upon his step daughter with worry.

“Go, Toichi,” Phantom pushed him towards the nurse at the door, “Radon is also here with me, we will watch her.”

Toichi nodded as he walked towards the nurse, he threw one more backwards glance at them before turning forward and leaving Radon, Phantom, and Grace alone.

Let me … Touch her…

Radon’s voice cut through Phantom’s thoughts, the boy’s worry washing over him as he let Radon take over again. Phantom dissipating into the male’s thoughts as the young male took Grace’s hand in his and kissed the inside of her palm.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered to her as he brought her fingers against his cheek, “I’m sorry that I disappointed you… Grace…” Radon was trembling now as he felt Phantom watching over the scene from within his mind. “I never wanted you to find out…”

It was inevitable, Radon. She would have found out sooner or later.

“Why did you protect us….?” Radon asked Grace’s sleeping figure, “…. Did you feel obligated to?”

Questions upon questions began to flow from him as he sought to understand why Grace had let them go, his heart hurting and wondering, hoping that maybe … Maybe she didn’t do it out of obligation of family. But that was a given… She had only known him as her step brother for seven months, there was no way there could be more to it.

“When you awaken… I’ll disappear,” Radon spoke as Phantom remained silent, understanding the gist of what was bound to happen to them since they had been found out. “This will be my punishment for betraying you.”

“Yes. Indeed, it will be, Radon Kaishin.”

Phantom immediately overtook Radon’s mind and body as he pulled Grace from the bed, her IV needle pulling out of her arm as a giant scythe fell down in the place where she once laid. The phantom glared at the figure chuckling in a black cloak next to the bed, two familiar black boxes levitating in mid-air as he held Grace protectively against him. “Who are you?”

“Divine Punishment.” The figure laughed as the boxes opened, the cloaked assailant removing their hood to reveal Shi-Lang alive and well.

Im… Impossible! We shot her twice in critical areas! She died!

Phantom heard Radon cry out as the boxes began to glow an ominous light of crimson, particles of onyx filtering down it’s sides as it began to fill up the room. Making a way to the door, Phantom halted as he realized the door was gone and so were the windows.

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!? PHANTOM WHAT IS THIS!?

“I don’t know,” Phantom whirled around to face the Shi-Lang, a sinister grin upon her face as she raised her scythe and slammed the blunt end of the long stave’s handle into the floor. The sound of glass shattering and the floor crumbling beneath them all as the villain cackled horrendously. “AH!”

PHANTOM!

Radon cried out in his mind as they fell, fell into darkness. Shi-Lang’s voice echoing around them as he held Grace’s limp body even harder to him.

“Divine Punishment is inevitable,

 will you overcome it?

Or will you fall into eternal sin?”