He smirks. “In case you forgot from the last time I was let out of my cage—I fuck like a god.”
Pollock moves fast. He bends, wraps his legs around Lazreth’s neck, and wrenches him backward. They tumble hard.
Pollock rolls and gains the upper hand—just for a second—his forearm crushing into Lazreth’s throat as he tries to choke him out.
Lazreth only laughs.
Then he flips them with ease.
Pollock is driven face-first into the dirt, his nose smashing against the ground as Lazreth pins him, arm banded tight around his throat.
Lazreth rocks our hips, forcing our cock to drag along the sweet ridge of Pollock’s ass, and I groan.
Feral thoughts spiral through my mind—impossible to contain, impossible to rise above. The sexual pheromones he’s released put mine to shame, and the yearning takes hold, thick and suffocating.
His tongue drags in a long line up Pollock’s neck.
Pollock shouts in outrage, straining hard, doing everything he can to twist free of the hold pinning him down.
Leaning in close, Lazreth presses to his ear, voice low and rough as it grates out, “I’ll make you submit. Ruin you so no other will do. And when you can’t take any more, I’ll have a jolly good time with that mouth of yours, until it’s second nature for you to walk around salivating for my cock. What a life you’ll lead as my little bitch?”
I’ve fallen into madness. I’m shouting at him to release Pollock while my body moves without me—while my thoughts riot with feelings outside of what I know to be right.
Pollock’s throat is raw, his voice shredded. “I will kill you before you so much as touch me again!”
Instead of deterring Lazreth, it only emboldens him. He bites into Pollock’s neck—fangs emerging, then sinking deep—tearing through flesh as he steals the essence God gifted him upon rebirth.
The marks he leaves behind are crude and appalling. The gasp of utter pleasure even more so.
Pollock’s rage is palpable and vibrates in the very air around us. He’s a volcano on the verge of eruption if only he could break free.
“Your face will be so beautiful, stained with tears… your hole, too, once it’s stretched open. Even Kahill thinks so. He’d deny it, but it’s what he wants most—to do all the things I’m saying. If only you could breach his mind the way you do those soul sacks.”
I don’t. Not like that.
“Stop lying to yourself, Kahill. I know every vile little thought you’ve ever had about him.”
Pollock’s entire body strains to escape, but he’s powerless in this position. “Kahill! Fight him. Pull him back.”
I’m fucking trying.
Lazreth clamps a hand over Pollock’s mouth. “None of that. We don’t want the fun to end too soon, do we? No… I think not.”
You’ll pay for this.
He chuckles darkly. “Maybe. But maybe not. Maybe it’s time I take over from now on.”
That’s not how this works.
“No, but it should. You should be the one forced to live out fucking eternity in my mind, not the other way around.”
I will rise again, and I swear on Hell itself, you will never?—
But it’s not Lazreth giving up willingly that makes him stop. It’s Pollock going still, then his face turns, twisting back. His eyes bulge, his mouth gapes open as he stares past Lazreth.
Bright yellow light reflects in Pollock’s irises. Lazreth must see it because he turns.
Stars—a dozen, maybe more—are falling from the sky, hurtling toward the Earth. Balls of fire trail light behind them.
