Last Silence

Hi everyone. Long time no speak. I\'m sorry that it has taken me so long to update but with the site moving, the end of the school year, and that asshole that I was supposed to be working with leaving me to do this on my own it took a little longer. But now this chapter is finished and I\'m already working on the next. I hope you all like it and review. Let me know what you think!


Chapter 2

Zack stood on the balcony of the room that he and Lilly were told to wait in. The buyers had left them here and said that Dante would be down to meet them personally. It was considered a great honor when the master himself came to greet new slaves but for Zack all it meant was that he could get a look at the guy that he would be fucking from now on ahead of time. Wasn’t so bad to think about though. He was only expected to sleep with a limited number of people now, which meant that he would have more time to himself. On the way to Dante’s estate, they had been told that being the master’s toys also came with special privileges. Some including freedom to do as one pleased when not needed, not working like other slaves were required to, and being allowed your own room and to go into the towns and explore the grounds. It was nothing like what they had to put up with at the brothel.

A soft knock on the door snapped the young man out of his thoughts. A tall skeleton looking man walked in and bowed slightly. “Now, let me introduce the master of this estate and your new owner, Lord Dante,” he wove a hand towards the door and a man walked in.

He was dressed in a red leather coat with matching pants and a black leather vest that hugged his chest and waist tightly. Black leather boots adorned his feet and short black gloves covered his hands. A chained belt hung on his hips loosely. He had white shoulder length hair and light green eyes. His skin was pale and he appeared to be over six feet tall. Over all he was a very good-looking man with youthful features and a strong yet gentle face. Walking gracefully over, he bowed slightly and introduced himself, “My name is Dante de Lafaye. I am the lord here. How nice to make your acquaintances.”

“Hello,” Lilly said in a bashful flirting voice, “my name is Lilly Corder.” Dante walked over to her and took her hand in his. A deep blush colored her cheeks as he kissed her lithe hand.

“My name is Zack Mizuni.” The young man held out his hand to shake Dante’s.

The older man took it and shook it in polite greetings. “Firm hold and a strong hand shake.” His soft gentle voice sent shivers down Zack’s spine and even brought forth a light blush. This guy couldn’t have been more than twenty-two and he already had the charm of a man in his middle ages. Over the years Zack had begun to dispute with himself whether he was straight or gay. If there were any doubts in his mind, his new master vanquished them. He found himself attracted to the white-haired demon and even anticipating the nights that he would spend pleasing him, touching that body, and being penetrated by his strength. His lithe lean body was hugged tightly by his clothes, leaving nothing for the young man to imagine about.

Dante turned on his heels and walked to the door. He stopped and looked at the two blushing toys. “Come along then,” he said smiling warmly. “I’ll show you around and to your rooms.”

They walked for what seemed hours, seeing all that the courtyards and gardens had to offer. They were shown the kitchen and the guest rooms, the dungeon and the torture chambers, and many other sorts of rooms that they couldn’t remember uses for. His mansion was huge to put it bluntly. It was much bigger than it looked on the outside, reaching far beneath the ground into a complex for military purposes. All the while both Zack and Lilly were transfixed by their new owner. He was so kind and handsome. His manners were excellent and he spoke very fluently. He looked like a human aside from his green dragon eyes, but they were beautiful.

As they made their way down the main hall, Zack couldn’t help but wonder about something. The buyers had spoken about Dante as though he was the worst of masochists. Were they mistaken? How could this man who was kind and so handsome be any sort of a monster as they said? They also spoke of many other servants yet none of the people that they saw looked unhappy or beaten from demon foreplay. Could they have just been trying to scare them? He considered his own thoughts for a moment. Unhappy? Slaves were slaves regardless of their treatment and living conditions. No one was proud or happy to be used merely for sex or other such services. But as his sapphire blue eyes raked the body of his master he could honestly say that it didn’t seem so bad—of course only time would prove him wrong. They stopped in front of very large wooden doors that had red paintings and strange demon carvings on it.

“Lilly,” Dante said in a gentle voice, “this is where you will be staying for now. You will be sharing this room with another new girl. Don’t worry though this is only temporary. We always partner the new people with others for the first week or so, just until you’ve become accustomed to this place. It also helps to have someone you can sympathize with if you’re scared. We’ve learned over time that humans usually comfort one another.” He opened the door and with a hand on her shoulder gently urged her to enter. She walked in and looked around amazed. The room was huge and nicely adorned. There were two large beds with beautiful wooden frames that had carvings on each post and a satin canopy. The bed covers were colored with vibrant shades of blue and purples and made of satin and silk. The floor was made of white marble and all the walls held pictures, telling many ancient stories. “I hope that you like it,” the master walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. Giving them a firm squeeze he walked out. “The other girl will arrive later this evening. Feel free to make yourself at home. I will have some dinner brought to you shortly.” He closed the doors and began to walk further down the hall.

Zack followed obediently without having to be told. He was amazed at how glamorous this place looked. He knew that there were demons that lived the high life but never actually believed that they could live this civilized. Everything around here was so organized and in perfect balance. There weren’t any sounds of pain or marks of some sort of struggle left behind anywhere. He was halted and looked to see a door identically to Lilly’s room. This door was painted in black and silver, much more complicated carvings engraved here. Zack’s eyes met with Dante’s and he couldn’t help but blush some. This did not go unnoticed by his master as the older man walked towards him and stopped inches from his body. Strong arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him close. With three fingers, his master lifted his chin up so that he was once again staring into those green orbs that held such power. They searched his soul and gleamed with lust as they found what they were looking for. Gentle lips met his own and were captured in a chaste kiss. It lasted for a moment but in that time Zack felt whole. The sweet taste unlike the taste of flesh that filled his mouth sent waves of passion down his body and to his loin. His master tasted so good and had soft lips that could feel even better on other parts of his body as well.

Satisfied that he had given his pet a nice welcome gift he pulled back and stared at the flushed boy for a moment. He was truly a beautiful specimen. Oh, how much fun he would have with this one. He turned and opened the doors to the room. “I hope that you don’t mind but you will also be sharing a room. You won’t be partnered with a new slave though.”

“That’s okay,” Zack heard himself say. He was still blushing and now longing to feel more of the man’s body. With a slight wave of Dante’s hand towards his room, the young man walked in a looked around. It was much like the one that Lilly was staying in. His eyes wondered until they landed on his master who was leaning on the doorframe with an amused smile. The blush on his face deepened and he turned his head down. The demon walked over to him and wrapped his arms around Zack’s lithe form. He embraced the boy and felt all of his fears melt away as he relaxed. He then pulled away so that he could look into the human’s face and smiled.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be fine here.” Dante’s gentle voice carried with it a note of salvation. He released the boy and walked away, turning when he reached the doors. “Become acquainted with your roommate and she will show you around.” He closed the doors and went to tend to other matters.

“‘She’?” Zack asked himself. He turned and looked at the two beds that were placed in the room. One was a bit messy as though someone had slept in it. So with all logic, he walked to the next one. It was untouched and welcoming after a long day. He had slept almost all the way here yet he somehow grew tired in his efforts to keep his hands off of his master. The boy walked to the bed and took a seat. This was much more comfortable than those filthy sacks at the brothel. Once again his eyes wondered around the room and landed on a corner that was enveloped in shadows. It was a strange sight since there was a lamp next to it yet no light was cast there. Sapphire orbs watched for a moment. Then from the darkness arose the foundations of his dreams, desires, and obsessions. It was her—the demon from his mind. She lifted herself from the floor with her arms, the shadows circling her and helping to carry her body. Her blue hair reached out to grab the air and the darkness began to spread. Once she was on her feet, standing straight she stepped forward, and all light was vanquished from the room. Leaving the blackest of things to swallow the area, her green eyes began to glow a majestic green and neared him.

Zack looked on in fascination. He wasn’t scared of her. He had been waiting for this moment for weeks and now that he had finally found her he hadn’t the time to be scared. His eyes looked on and stared straight into hers. She approached him slowly, taking her time. The glowing orbs seemed to glide as the rest of her body was hidden by all the shadows. When finally she reached him she stopped and looked at his expressionless face. “So,” her voice was not the same gentle one that he remembered. It was hers but with a sterner tone to it. “You are the one that master has spoken of? You’re quite a looker aren’t you? Cute for a boy your age.” Her eyes stopped glowing and all the darkness vanished, lighting the room once again. Now that he looked closer at her he saw that this was not the same person from his dream. She had long blue hair that reached her knees, paler skin, and even a darker shade of green eyes. But the blue was still there. She was a hybrid, but was she the same one that came to his dreams? She turned away from him and went to lie on her bed. “Master says to be ready for tonight. He is going to welcome you properly.”

~Transcending eternity that will last forever…putrid hearts that will hold to sever~

Zack walked slowly down the hall. His heart was pounding and his blood rushing with lust and anticipation. He had been told that his master wanted to see him alone in his chambers. At that moment he had blushed fiercely and couldn’t conceal his joy. He was going to be touched by the white-haired god again. Those lips were going to part when his orders slipped from that tongue. He was going to be allowed to touch his lean body and pleasure the man that had saved him from the brothel. All this added to the longing that he felt for intimate contact. Sapphire eyes gazed up and saw the doorway to his destination. He stopped in front of the mighty doors and looked on in awe. They were made of stone, unlike the others in the mansion. Carvings of robed figures adorned the slabs. There was no color present aside from the dark shades of the rock itself. With confidence in his mind, he knocked on the doors and waited for a response. No voice came. The only answer he was given was when the doors cracked open and allowed him passage. Zack stepped in and walked towards nothing in particular.

The doors slammed shut behind him, making him jump from surprise. A light laugh caught his attention and he turned to face the source. The room was bigger than his own and was dimly lit, not allowing one much of a view. He bowed respectfully as he caught sight of his master seated on a chair next to his enormous bed. Dante sat with his legs crossed and his hands resting neatly on his lap—a real civilized gentleman. He smiled and beckoned Zack to approach. A good slave he was and obeyed without question. He stood in front of the older man and waited. A part of him was grateful that there was such little light in the room, that way his master couldn’t see the deep crimson that colored his face. Green eyes looked the boy up and down and finally he moved, uncrossing his legs. “Of all my toys,” Dante began softly with a hint of lust in his voice, “you are one of the most beautiful. Regardless of how many you have been raped by, that which makes you desirable has remained intact. I can see it in your eyes that you have a strong soul and desire to live. That’s good. Nothing interests me more than seeing fire in the eyes of a person when they have reached the pinnacle of pleasure.” He stood and placed a hand on Zack’s shoulder and guided him towards the bed. He sat the boy down and stepped back. “I hope that you’ll enjoy our games as much as I do…”

Zack’s eyes widened. Dante was slowly taking his coat off, sliding it down his arms and allowing it to drop to the floor. Then he proceeded to remove his gloves, revealing strong hands. With the greatest of ease he unzipped his vest and threw it to the side. Slowly he ran a hand down his bare chest. It looked delectable with pale skin, broad shoulders and a flat stomach. His hand landed on his belt, which he undid and dropped on the floor. Next he unzipped his pants and opened them only slightly, showing off that he wasn’t wearing any under garments. Steady strides brought him over to where Zack was sitting. He reached a hand out and ran it softly over the young man’s cheek. Fingers trailed down and hooked on the collar of his shirt. With a gentle tug, the sapphire-eyed boy raised his arms so that Dante could remove the obstacle. Once thrown on the floor with his own clothes, the master gazed at the flesh before him. Lightly tanned skin with lean muscles and a lithe waist adorned the young man. There was a fading scar that ran across his chest and stomach—from his previous line of work, no doubt. Claws traced the line and ended at his navel, ever nearing their desired destination.

No words were needed at this point to know that his master wanted him to stand. Quickly, Zack rose to his feet and gazed into those green orbs that captured his very soul. Dante’s fingers trailed down to the boy’s pants and he was grateful to see how baggy they were on the boy’s hips. Not having to unbutton or unzip anything, he pushed the pants down Zack’s waist and watched as they pooled on the floor. Wanting lust raked over the naked human before him and his lips curled into something of a grin. He leaned down and captured those wanton lips. Such a sweet tasting human that spared no time in open his mouth to allow Dante’s tongue entrance. He explored the depths of the moist cavern, ran the organ over teeth, and wrestled with the boy’s tongue. Before he had a chance to deepen the kiss, the demon pulled away and watched as the flushed boy panted. He wanted to tease and treasure the look of pure ecstasy that would show on that face when he buried himself inside Zack’s body. With a snap of his clawed fingers, the shadows sprang from the walls and grasped the boy by his ankles and wrists. Zack gasped in surprise but did not fight the hand like shapes that grabbed him. They lifted him on to the bed and tied themselves around the four posts that held the bed up. After a moment or two the black bindings manifested into black leather straps that were tightly secured around the boy’s limbs. Dante watched in amusement. A sharp tug on his loin brought forth a soft growl. How beautiful his little pet looked spread-eagle and face down on the bed. Suspended above the mattress a few centimeters, he was in a perfect position to receive all that his master had to give…and more.

Dante finally pushed his pants passed his hips and kicked them off. Now that he was completely naked he walked to the bed and looked at the beauty before him. He licked his lips and softly ran a hand down the small of the boy’s back. “Are you afraid?”

Zack looked back at his master and shook his head. His already swollen erection was dripping on the sheets of the bed and begging to be touched. He needed to feel that body touch him, needed to scream because of that man.

“Good,” said the demon with little less than any conviction. He stepped away from the bed and walked towards a chest that was hidden in a corner. He opened it and pulled several items from its depths. With arms full and an evil smile crossing his features, he returned to Zack’s side. Setting all the objects down where the young man couldn’t see them, he placed a hand on the soft skin of Zack’s leg. Playing gentle circles on the sensitive inner thighs of the human Dante took a hold of a purple object. One of his favorite lessons from life being that pleasure is all the greater when driven to an extent beyond the limits set. His eyes looked maliciously at the dildo that he held in his grasp. He enjoyed watching the reaction from his toys. Brutally, he thrust the dildo into the tight unprepared entrance of the boy. A curdling scream came from Zack and a few tears dropped to the sheets below. It had hurt but brought forth a burning pleasure that was a comforting familiarity. Dante wasted no time in pulling out the object almost completely and pushing it back in, watching as each time it came out it was covered in a new coat of blood. It was a torturous slow pace that he did this. Zack kept trying to push back to receive more contact but was unable because of the binds.

Long minutes passed playing with his dildo and watching the impatience of a human. Hoarse moans ripped through the room and reached the ears of the demon, only fueling his desire to see the boy writhe. When the time came for a change, Dante retrieved his toy and looked at the other assortments that he could play with. A sharp object caught his attention and without hesitation he took hold of the small blade. Sapphire eyes gazed over his shoulder as much as he could and saw nothing. Looking forward again, he decided that he would just have to be patient and see what would happen next. That was easier said that done. Now he was really horny. That last little play was so exhilarating that he just wanted so bad to come. It hurt to think of release and even more to ask for it. He had never been this aroused—ever. Not even with Lilly had there been such energy. But now this man that he didn’t even know could bring this about? A slight coldness on the small of his back caught his attention as the smooth object rubbed him and scraped his flesh. An unexpected laugh came from Zack’s mouth as the object slid over a ticklish spot on his back. Without warning and a slight pinch, he yelled and struggled. He could feel his blood running down his sides and watched as it dripped onto the bed. Sharp movements drove the assailant into his skin and across to carve lines and draw screams.

Dante watched with amusement and placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder to settle him a little. Lust gleamed in his eyes as the knife passed over unflawed flesh and revealed such beauty ripping open the body before him. He wasn’t driving the object in deep but was cutting at an angle that was just as affective and allowed him to see the red ribbons that were bleeding out. He continued his brutal play, slower now, and walked around so that Zack could see him. Glamorous blue eyes looked up at him, tear stained and making the blush on his cheeks stand out. A clawed hand pulled the knife away for a moment and with two fingers Dante lifted the boy’s chin and leaned down to place a bruising kiss on those luscious lips. He could taste the wanton desire on his toy. Smiling devilishly, he pulled away and returned to his ‘art’. He ran the blade down open wounds, not cutting the skin but rubbing blood on the edge. The knife continued down his back and even past that. With gentle ease, Dante slid the blade between Zack’s ass cheeks. He allowed the blood to lubricate his movements as he pushed and pulled the sharp object up and down, never retrieving it from between those round globes. Gasps came from the young man whenever a sharp edge came close to hitching in his raw entrance. He struggled to see what was happening and whimpered for contact that could bring about greater pleasures. “Please…” a silent plea came from the human’s mouth and Dante turned his dragon eyes to a pleasure stricken face.

“What was that?” The demon enjoyed his S and M games. Nothing could turn him on more that watching someone beg him for more, for release. He knew that no matter how hard to break a person was, eventually they would crumble and seek out his masterful touch. “You’ll have to speak up and tell me what is it that you want.”

“I…” Zack began his eyes stinging from the endless tears that flowed freely. He wanted to ask for the greatest feeling in the world. Would he be allowed though? Never had he been allowed to before. But this was different. His master was a lot nicer than any of his clients had been. Though he had to admit, Lord Dante was a hell of a lot more brutal than any of his former fucks. Maybe not in his methods, yet, but just in the actual depravity of touch. He knew that Zack wanted to be entered and caressed. And that is why he didn’t. He was careful not to make contact and to bring the need for climax slowly to an ultimate pinnacle. “I want you to touch me. I need you to touch me.”

“Is that so? You’ll have to be more specific than that though.” Dante ran a hand down Zack’s wounded back. He lifted a blood stained hand to his mouth and licked red liquid from a single finger seductively. His tongue ran over the digit and ended at his sharp claw which he emphasized the motion by flicking his tongue out to lick the nail once more. “If that kind of contact is all that you want, I can do this all day. That might not be too fun for you though.”

“Please,” Zack begged, no longer caring for the torment, “I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me hard!”

Dante was taken aback for a moment by the way that the human said it. Sapphire eyes cried for pleasure and his voice bled with the need to explode. The demon smiled kindly and removed the knife from between the round globes. He walked to his toys and picked out a small silver ring. Returning to Zack, he hugged the boy a moment and looked into his eyes. The fire that burned brightly was still there and hotter than ever. “Very well.” He reached a hand down to Zack’s erection that was ready to explode and quickly clasped the ring around the base. “But we will continue to play. You’ll get what you want but not your release until I say so.”

What a dumbass, Zack thought to himself. He would have gladly kicked his own balls if he could. His master was merciful in giving him what he wanted but nothing else. Now if he had asked for release he wouldn’t have a cock ring choking the sperm from his member right now. This was a lesson that he had best learn quickly. Dante just wasn’t kidding when he said to be specific. Maybe it was a way of being cruel or teaching one to be clear in what they want. Who could say? Focusing back on the situation at hand, Zack waited patiently for his master’s instruction.

Green eyes gazed at the body before him. The boy was dripping with blood and glistening with a thin layer of sweat. His blue hair was plastered to his face and his neck and his body shivered at a mere touch. How he craved to be buried deep within that vastness. Throwing all his toys to the floor with a single sweep of his arm, he climbed on the bed and positioned himself behind Zack. He pushed one clawed finger into the boy’s tight entrance and marveled at the small cry that came from his mouth. He had torn the boy from the inside with his play and now he was going to rip him apart. Retrieving his finger, he moved closer to Zack’s ass and pushed the head of his member in ever so slightly. A gasp greeted his action and fueled his passion. Unwilling to take his human toy slowly, he thrust in and moaned at the tightness.

Zack screamed out and cried. He hadn’t gotten a good look at his master so he hadn’t realized how big he was. Dante was enormous. It was like having the Space Needle shoved up your ass. He gasped slowly, trying to regain his breath. His master was actually being nice enough to wait for him to adjust to his size? Zack smiled softly. This man was a demon of torturous nature but with a gentle touch. Was it the kindness that he found so attractive? Lowering his head, Zack wiggled his hips as much as he could to tell his master that he was ready to proceed. After so much time that passed, he was ready to explode and wanted attention even if it worsened his need for release.

Dante smiled, pleased that his toy did not keep him waiting long. He began off slowly but quickly sped up. God, this boy was tight. As he pulled out the youth’s body tried to pull him in. The warmth that enveloped his member was driving him mad. He had heard that Zack was good but nothing like this. It had been a while since he had been with someone that could make him work for his pleasure. Now that he found someone he was going to enjoy himself thoroughly. Roughly he thrust in and out, all the while looking at the coats of blood that covered his member. Sensations and pulses of white pleasure pumped through his body and gave him strength to move faster and deeper.

Zack moaned uncontrollably. The feeling of being penetrated by his master was more wonderful than he had expected. It was a feeling of bliss that he never wanted to end. Loud hoarse cries escaped his mouth when his master finally found his prostate and hit it dead on. Dante took that as a hint that he had found paradise and aimed for it each time. With accuracy, he successfully hit each time and brought forth a torrent noise of strange proportions from the human. It was strange that humans made the most ridiculous noises during sex. They were motivating though. Being so cute, one would try to hear it again if only to laugh.

Aimed precision followed again and again. The master found himself wanting to moan out loud. He repressed his voice and continued to brutally thrust. He wanted to tear the boy apart. Ever nearing his end he pushed and pulled on the boy’s hips. His hand clenched down leaving bruises on the fair skin. Zack yelped when his master dug those claws into his pelvis. He didn’t care though. All he wanted was to continue feeling that organ deep within, poking at his prostate.

A sharp cry was ripped from Zack. His cock hurt and wanted to bleed so badly. Precum dripped from the head but nothing else came. Pain grasped him and reminded him how much suffering it caused to even think of climax. His master was truly the masochist of all masochists. His breathing became shallow and he arched his neck. Dante finally gave in to the urge to moan and let loose a vicious roar. The sound startled Zack a little, but was quickly distracted by the ferocity of his master’s movements.

The demon was getting close. He could feel it within every fiber of his being when his cock twitched that he would explode at any moment. After a few more thrusts into paradise he could no longer hold back. He arched his back and buried his member deep within, releasing all his pent up love and seeds into the boy. Zack moaned loudly when he felt the essence of the man behind him seep into his body. It felt good to have the white liquid spill inside his ass. Riding out the last waves of pleasure, Dante pulled out and saw how his semen along with blood dripped out and onto the bed. He was still hard though. After all that fun and the exotic display from his pet, he was turned on and needed another round of play.

Zack tried to catch his breath. That had been almost unbearable. His body was aching from the restraint on his dick and his balls were scream that they would overflow and burst. He turned his head to the side when he felt Dante’s weight leave the bed. His master walked around to greet his flushed face. With a strong jerk on the restraint on his right hand his master pulled it off the bedpost. He repeated the action on the other strap and Zack fell to the bed face first. Slowly he lifted himself up but did not reach for the cock ring. He knew better than that. His master had told him that his release would come with permission. It had not been given yet.

“Do you enjoy my games, little one?” Dante smiled warmly and sat on the bed next to the young man. His cock was very hard and dripping, making itself known to Zack.

“Yes, Lord Dante,” he answered. His eyes gazed at the pleading member and wished to take that shaft into his mouth and suck the dew from its head.

The demon’s eyes caught the fascination and he moved into the center of the head of the bed and leaned back on the headboard. He spread his legs wide open and waited. He would hope that he need not tell the boy what to do. Dante wasn’t disappointed when Zack settled in between his lord’s legs and seductively blew hot breath over his aroused passion. Blue eyes looked up, asking permission to touch. It was granted with a slight nod from the white-haired man. Heat enveloped the large organ as his human pet took him all in at once. Dante was impressed that the boy had not started off slowly. He was in no mood for any more foreplay—just wanting to release so that he could show his toy the proper way to give head. Short minutes passed and it seemed to pass by too quickly before Dante released into the boy’s mouth and watched as he swallowed every last drop greedily.

Satisfied of his own need to climax, Dante pushed Zack back into a sitting position. Once again he pulled the straps and freed his slave completely. Then he pulled the boy to him and they lay back. Rolling over, the demon straddled the human’s hips and looked at him wantonly. He leaned down and placed a soft chaste kiss on the lips of his companion. His tongue ventured in and rubbed against Zack’s tongue and the upper part of his jaw. Slowly, he left the youth’s mouth and trailed kisses down his neck, collar, chest, and stomach. Zack gasped and moaned, wanting more. When Dante reached Zack’s navel, he playfully pushed his tongue in and out of the small hole. The boy wiggled with laughter and this somehow pleased him just as much as his moans had. Continuing further south, the demon’s green eyes looked at the claw marks that he had made on those narrow hips. He lapped up the blood that was dry and some that still dripped. Then he reached for his destination—the boy’s swollen passion that begged to erupt.

Dante placed strong hands on Zack’s hips to keep him down as he took the erection before him into his mouth. At first it was only a little sucking on the head, teasing and preparing for better things. This alone was enough to get the boy to try to thrust his hips up. Taking pity on his poor slave, the white-haired demon decided not to play too long and took his whole length into his mouth. Sharp fangs scraped across the tender skin of the base and clawed fingers fondled with swollen balls. Zack moaned uncontrollably and buried his fingers in his master’s soft creamy hair. This feeling was so good. He had hoped that his master would be talented but this was better than expected. Dragon eyes looked up to see the exotic contortion of the boy’s face. Marvelous, he thought. Wanting more noise to emit from those bruised lips, Dante deep throated his toy and started bobbing his head. His efforts were effective even though the cock ring was still on.

Zack was driven wild. Fangs that scraped against the silver ring created more friction on his member. Hoarse moans and cries were torn from his voice box and echoed through the room and even possibly through the entire house. The moist tongue that moved around and brushed against his passion made quick work of the precum that continued to flow, asking permission to release all the liquid that was kept inside. Dante’s finger made its way down to Zack’s entrance and slowly pushed in. The boy flinched a little at the pain that was forgotten. Inching closer and closer, a sharp nail scraped and poked the prostate and sent shivers up and down the blue-haired youth’s spine. “Please,” Zack moaned. “Don’t…stop.”

Moments passed like this: Zack begging for more and Dante torturously doing more pleasuring things to him. Finally, the demon released the erection in his mouth and unclasped the silver ring that choked the life from such a tender area. The skin on Zack’s shaft seemed to scream as it was relieved of the opposing object. Now, his precum was free to flow and he still yearned for contact that could bring about climax. Dragon eyes raked down the swollen balls and up the pleading shaft. How appetizing this sight appeared to the demon. Before he once again took the member into his mouth, he gave it a good jerk and was rewarded with a crying moan. Dante’s mouth coiled around warm flesh and sucked lightly and then roughly. Knowing that his human could hold out no longer, sharp fangs bit down and buried themselves deep within the flesh. Zack screamed and released his seeds into his master’s mouth. His body shook violently and waves of pent up ecstasy flowed out and relieved the tension in his body that he had worked up. After he stilled and was able to see clearly he gazed down at the man who gave him pleasure and saw Dante licking semen and blood from his lips.

Zack’s head fell back on the pillow and he lay motionless, completely drained of energy. Dante crawled up and lay down beside him. He pulled the boy close and wrapped a protective arm around his waist. Then he pulled the covers over them and looked down at blue worn eyes. The youth, with little capability, scooted closer to the older man and rested his head on the broad shoulder. Dante allowed the action and sniffed blue hair. He was going to remember the smell of his new lover and never let another wipe their filth on him. “You’re tired. Sleep,” the demon said in a hushed tone.

“Master?” Zack asked. “Is this what you will do to Lilly?” It hurt almost to ask this question. He had never felt selfishness and yet now he wanted to know that she would not get what was his. His master had showed him pleasure and he didn’t want to share it with anyone. He knew that he had no right to think such thoughts—it just made him feel special that he was in the embrace of the demon.

“Why do you ask?”

“She’s a very sensitive person,” Zack lied without feeling remorse.

“Is that all? Or are you asking if she will mean more to me than you?”

“…”

“I see… No. I will not lay with her.”

“What?”

“I take young ones like you that have fire burning in their eyes—strong people that are not frail and truly need to learn pleasure. She is weak and has long since despaired. I do not find her attractive so I will not bed her. Lilly will work with the other servants such as herself.”

“And what about that girl…”

“The hybrid? She is my oldest slave. Her strength is unmatched even by you. She has lived a life of pain and has never feared or shunned what she is. That girl is stronger even than I.”

“Then, she is a hybrid?”

“Yes. She was the first of her kind.”

~Confounded souls of eternal sleep…murderous faces kill to reap~

Three weeks later…
“You should keep a closer eye on your friend from now on, human.”

“Lilly, why?” Zack asked, not understanding the meaning of her words. He had been a slave to Dante for almost a month now and his hybrid roommate hadn’t spoken to him all that much. She sat there on her bed, twirling clawed fingers through dark blue. Her eyes remained fixed on the young man, just watching his every move.

“You’ll soon find out.”


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