Take Me Away

Summary: Shandaar experiences more of the faction’s “treatment”, as even the small Xylon takes advantage of him…

Author’s Notes: Long chapter, I know, over 5,900 words, but I love it. Very fun to write, yet very long too since I’m done with school and can play games much more. Note that this fic has more rape, violence, bloodshed, bestiality. If you don’t like one of those, stop reading (warning!). If you don’t mind, just go ahead, read and enjoy the chapter ^_^.

Take Me Away
Chapter 19 – Hurt


The nightmares ended as Shandaar awoke completely. It was probably daytime – or was it night time? – but it was still dark in the small room. Slowly, his eyes began to adjust to the lack of light. This time, he wasn’t straddled, but still tied to the bedposts. The prince let a sigh out, wondering if the whole thing was some kind of nightmare. After all, it was dark and borderline scary…

At this point, he simply wanted to have those chains taken off. He wouldn’t even run away or defend himself; he wanted to be able to move. That’s all he was asking for. Not only his limbs were starting to feel numb because of the cold, he was getting thirsty and hungry. They probably wouldn’t even feed them, but if he didn’t drink for a few days, he’d die of dehydration, a death he wanted to avoid. Between two screams, he took a breath, trying to focus on what he was doing. His mind was foggy, thinking about the fact he been raped 2 times in a day… in an hour, almost, and where his teammates were. Had they abandoned him after realizing he was more of a burden than anything else? Maybe.

Not Kieran. No. That was unthinkable that his lover of more than 3 years had gotten rid of him like that. Highly improbable! Still, the thought remained in his head. It made him dizzy. If that ever happened, he would find himself all alone and alone, he wouldn’t survive. In a world where he was dependant of his maids and servants until a few months ago, when he had started this trip, how could he still live? Without the love of his life… there was no point in living. And it would be even worse if he went through all of that only not to become the next king. At least, he saw a point of not dying, of holding on until the end.

A few more hours went by as the silver-haired man dozed off, trying his best to stay asleep for the longest time possible. His body was now refusing to go back into slumber, and he found himself wide awake, staring at the ceiling. Or what he could make out of it. Didn’t this room have any windows? And no candles or lamps lit as well? Even if there was, he was currently unable to go ahead and light them.

Never in his life had he found time to pass so slowly. Even at the castle, he had many things to do when he wasn’t in the council room. He went for horseback rides, would meet up with Kieran or Ethan, play chess, read… everything royalty did when they found themselves bored. Right now, he could barely move. It was more than simply annoying. It cut off his blood circulation, having this unpleasing result of tingling sensation in his hands and feet. They had tightened it a bit too much.

After what felt even more hours, the door of his room finally opened. To his surprise, the voice was female. She was apparently tall and strangely looked like Kordell. Maybe she was a sibling. Her voice rang in his hears as he she got closer, bending down beside him and harshly taking his chin into her hand, forcing him to look at her.

“I’m glad to have you in my hands, Shandaar Kandi. If you get out of here alive, it’s gonna be ‘cause of me.”

“If I don’t get out of here in one piece, the whole country will be after you and your people. I’d truly reconsider this” he said with a frown. He didn’t like the woman’s tone. She sounded so sure of herself, that if she hadn’t been really wanting to keep him alive, she’d have crushed.

She tightened her grip on the young man’s face and growled. Yes, she was indeed Kordell’s sister… twin, even. They had same red hair, same emerald green eyes and attitude that ran in the Bordin bloodline. “Your days are numbered, Kandi. If your dear mother doesn’t show up, I’ll be forced to kill you.” She released the face and spun on her feet, leaving without a word.

Alone once more, Shandaar sighed, annoyed that he hadn’t been freed yet. Of course they probably wouldn’t do so, so it wasn’t something he should rely on. He didn’t know what was coming up next. For all he knew, Kordell or Radwan might show up again, or they’d be the type to bring friends. He simply hoped that there wouldn’t be too many. He already had a hard time letting Kordell fuck him once; if there was more it’d be even worse. At the moment he thought about it, the door flung open again, only this time, it revealed a much smaller body.

Xylon had just got back from a small group hunt around the lodge; they had come back with rabbits and fishes, enough to feed twenty persons, counting their prisoner, of course. They couldn’t let him die. They’d simply ration his portions to a meal or two a day. Something they wouldn’t ration, however, would be sex. The green-haired man walked toward the other on the bed, eyeing him up and down. “Damnit, you’ve got a hot body!” he stated, now having stopped in front of the bed. A small hand moved toward the left foot, delicately wrapping itself around the limb.

It didn’t take long before part of Shandaar’s body was covered with the smaller tanned one. He felt a finger, then a hand running around his chest, stopping by the nipple in order to pinch it. The silver-haired swordsman cringed as the sharp pain worked through his body. As if it wasn’t enough, something wet was in his penis’ area... It was a tongue. Xylon’s tongue. It was very skilled, running from the tip to the scrotum before he decided to take the member in his mouth. It was far from the first time this little dude did such a thing. He sucked loudly, moaning and groaning as he licked the length, then going back at sucking.

The prince had to say, despite the fact it was someone else being with him, that it was good. There was apparently nothing bad about it; the guy seemed to be curious and horny. Just like with the rape, he was aroused. His member was rock hard and his mind wasn’t stable. A second he visualized Kieran being in Xylon’s position; instead of thick green hair, there was short, jet black bobbing up and down rhythmically. He cringed again, confused. Would he allow himself to ejaculate, or force himself into not doing so? The alternating image was something he wanted to disappear as well, for he had, once again, the feeling of cheating on his lover, his only lover. Such a dilemma for him…

From his position, he could see the small man moving his arm behind him… what did that mean? That he was fingering himself and that he was going to use him as a toy? Shandaar found his answer out soon after, as the other swordsman grinned, bringing his arm back in front of him. He saw him making his way to the head of the bed, stopping when his ass reached the rock-hard cock. It wasn’t worse than when Kordell and Radwan had been fucking him, yet it felt different for one thing: he wouldn’t be passive anymore. Simply a different form of rape. Such a weird feeling, to find himself inside someone he didn’t even want. He had to agree it was warm, pleasurable even… but he didn’t want it.

Xylon wanted it though. “Mmm… you’re big… I like that in a man” he stated, releasing a content sigh after. He had always liked getting fucked by everything or everyone he could find, and the younger man wasn’t much of an exception. On the opposite; it was someone new, very good-looking who was reticent over having sex with someone else other than his lover. People shouldn’t be restricted by love when it came to pleasure. He couldn’t picture himself monogamous – even his partner wasn’t, although he had said a few times that he only felt that way toward Xylon.

To Shandaar, it was the fact it was good that was hurting him, slowly turning him upside down. He wanted to break away from his chains and never have to feel as guilty as he did at the moment. Why were they so into him, so bent on his mental anguish and destruction? Why couldn’t they leave him alone, instead of being there, using him as a living toy? He cringes as he feels the body moving his hips up and down on his cock; he wanted to forget about it and fall asleep to find Kieran right by his side.

And so, the small male continued to fuck himself over the penis. He could sense that the other was tensing, probably under the pleasure. He was determined to make this hottie reach orgasm. He wanted to know what he tasted like. For this, he’d probably have to suck the guy another time, and it wouldn’t be just after having anal sex. Since they’d have all the time in the world, Xylon wasn’t stressed too much about it. At worst, he’d try in a few more hours, when the younger man was ready for another fuck.

The pressure kept building up in the prince’s body, and his new mate could feel it. His muscles were tense, and he could see the expression on his face; he didn’t want to let himself be toyed with, used as a mere object, but behind all of the pain… there was a light. He was enjoying this. Another reason to continue! Xylon continued to impale himself on the rigid member, making sure he was moaning louder, trying to take sexier positions. The blue eyes, however, only opened a few times. It didn’t seem that the green-haired was his type, which barely mattered to him anyways.

This was literally annoying… what to do? He wanted to release badly, else he would find himself with the blue balls, or so he thought, and he really had to admit this was good. Maybe even better than the other rapes. He swung his hips a bit, trying to follow Xylon’s pace, but it was hard, considering he hated it… he hated cheating on Kieran. He hated himself for it, for being so weak and unable to bounce him off his cock, for not being able to tell them what was happening inside his head. If he would have tried, at least, he would have tried, but no. Instead, he stood there – not that he had choice in it, being tied to the bedposts – and let himself be used by this small man.

He grimaced as he felt something happening in his groin; yes, he was about to cum. Thinking abut his lover drew tears to his eyes, and he eventually started to sob. It felt so weird, so strange to him, that he could ENJOY this… ENJOY being raped, cheating on his one and only lover. It confused him greatly. At the same time he reached climax, he felt nauseous and did everything he could not to throw up. He was disgusted by himself, more than in the man that was above him. So if physically the pleasure was spreading through his whole body, Shandaar’s mind was racing, trying to find a way out of this before he actually ejaculated. It all happened too fast, however, and he quickly found himself releasing his seed inside the other guy’s insides…

Well, that was it. Shandaar was done. And just as he’s about to get off and jerk off, footsteps were heard, and the door was unlocked. In the frame, two men stood side by side – Radwan and Kordell were back. And that didn’t mean anything good. Compared to them, Xylon was nothing. If he hadn’t had been tied, he’d have curled on the bed and would have waited for them to be done, of tried to fight them back. But he didn’t see that happening anytime soon.

“Ah, great Xylon. Great. We were gonna have some fun with him” Kordell said, rolling his eyes at the smaller man that stood a few feet away from him.

“That’s you alright…” the blue-haired man added with a sigh, annoyed at Xylon. The guy’s sexual urges were getting on his nerves every now and then, and “now” was one of those times. He didn’t want to kill Xylon, he loved him too much, but for the prince it was another story. He knew that his lover simply loved sex and couldn’t get enough, yet he hated Shandaar for being able to have one of those privileged moments, just like he was when he saw his boyfriend with another man.

There was a head shake, and soon after, the younger man was picking up pants from the floor, not that he would put them on right now. “I’ll be somewhere around here, fucking someone else or something.” He got on his toes to give a quick kiss to Radwan before exiting the room, leaving the two other rapists alone with their victim. “Don’t miss me too much, Princey!” he screamed from the other side of the door, chuckling.

Once more, Kordell shook his head. However, his normal grin grew back on his face as he looked at Shandaar. This time, he had a good idea on how to make him feel awful; he’d let Radwan play the good guy. This way, the prince would get confused about who really wanted him good, and who wanted him bad… maybe he’d even fall in love, thus going mad because he loved Kieran. At this point, they could only hope such a thing would happen. Or maybe Shandaar would reject everything and completely shut himself from what was happening to him. They wanted to avoid the latter. So he gets closer to the taller guy, and says, almost in a whisper, “Be nice to him. Just go ahead and snuggle with him.”

The blue-haired man only blinked a few times, wondering what the hell was happening. He wanted to rape him again and all of a sudden, he’d have to be lovey-dovey? He wasn’t even lovey-dovey with Xylon, so with that prince, he had no idea if he could pull it off. “The hell?”

“Just do it. And untie him. Your boyfriend’s sex helped again, I have to say.”

This time, Kordell received a glare. Tie, untie, tie, untie… the man needed to make his mind up. “Alright, I’ll do so. But if I end up dead, I’m putting the blame on you.” He walked to the bed, bearing no expression on his face, and proceeded to remove on the chains that bound the silver-haired youth, who automatically curled up to get more warmth. Radwan shook his head slightly, climbing up the bed as well, and lying right beside the prince. He was rather surprised when the smaller man clung to him for dear life – considering he had raped him two times, and wanted to do it again, but made little moves except to wrap his arms around the man’s frame.

For Shandaar, it was almost a heavenly gift. He didn’t open his eyes, nor cared who was there; all he wanted was to get warm again. Why did they have leaved him with nothing on? He was surely going to die of cold at this point. Even Xylon was wearing long pants and a sweater when came in earlier. He was probably this way because taking off someone’s else clothes would take too long, but then again, they could have given him a blanket. Right now, however, he’d have to settle with that body.

Radwan could feel the body shake in his arms, and gently started to rub the skin. Normally it wasn’t recommended, and he requested a blanket. Kordell moved to the closet and unfolded a thick, beige woollen blanket, covering the two bodies with it. “Try to comfort him if something happens.”

Comforting? How was he supposed to do that? He sent a confused, desperate look to the redhead – almost worth of the “puppy” appellation – but received a shrug instead. He heard the door closing, and then found himself in the darkness again. He’d simply have to wait…

-

Hours passed. The blue-haired officer had finally fallen, asleep, and the same for Shandaar. In the room there was an awkward silence, sometimes interrupted by the light rustle of sheets as one of the males moved in their sleep. The older man discovered that the body beside him was warm again as he woke up, stirring in the bed, yet not hitting the “sleeping beauty”. Glancing at him, Radwan tried to stay as cold as ice. It didn’t work very well when the other moved around and wrapped his arms around his waist, in need of attention. But he was still asleep. He must have been dreaming.

He could hear the faint sound of the silver haired swordfigher’s breath, slow, dream-like movements every now and then. The eyelids were fluttering, but never opened, thankfully. However, if he really paid attention, he could figure out what the captive was mumbling. Something about Kieran, how he felt good with him, how his dick felt inside… the prince had pretty perverted dreams, for someone who was secluded most of the time.

Radwan moved silver hair out of the man’s face and ran his fingers along the jaw and the ear. Even if he couldn’t see much, he guided himself by propping himself on his elbow and spooning the younger male, who didn’t seem to notice or care too much. Would he dare and make more moves? Why not? The guy was asleep, and looked so damn innocent…

He lowered his head, his lips moving to Shandaar’s neck, brushing against the soft skin in a light kiss. Normally, he would be a bit rougher, but if the youth was dreaming about his boyfriend, it was better not to wake him up and create another shock. His hands mapped the showers, going down on the back, then on the front of the body. When his fingers reached one of the nipples, he queezed it – not too hard – and waited for the physical answer. Instead of jerking his back in pain, there was a moan.

More kisses came, followed by gentle biting and licking. Upon the touch, the young man emitted another soft groan and snuggled with his older counterpart. It was comfortable and since in his dream he was cuddling with Kieran, who was taller and a bit bigger than him, he didn’t make much a difference between both guys. He was turned on, even in his sleep. Gently, slowly, he was turned on his right side, the other male’s hands working on the muscled torso, going down until he could stroke the cock that was slowly erecting.

The spearman moved a hand back to his mouth, coating the fingers with a layer of saliva, so he’d stretch the prince… even though, at this point, he was probably stretched enough for a few days. At the rate they were fucking and raping him, he was almost sure he could go without less preparation, but Radwan didn’t really want to take any chance. ‘I’m sure there’s some lube around here... oh well…’ he thought, inserting one digit inside their prisoner. The man cringed in his sleep, his eyes blinking open for a second only, before closing them and grunting.

Seeing the reaction, he inserted quickly the second finger, drawing another moan out. This guy must have really been dreaming he was going to have sex, or was the reality playing in his dreams? The blue-haired man put the thoughts off for a moment, scissoring the digits in order to stretch him a little bit more, before inserting the third one. Frankly, he didn’t wan to spend a lot of time on the preparation. He didn’t want to get too cozy with him as well, but considering the orders he had received from Kordell, he’d have to do it anyways.

In his dream, Shandaar was in a state similar to bliss, but not orgrasm… yet. Kieran’s large hands – that were Radwan’s in reality – were moving across his chest. Those large, warm hands that had mapped his skin many, many times. How he loved the feeling of being close to someone, being given attention… He moaned, enjoying the touch, feeling safer then ever, despite his current position. He wanted “Kieran” inside him, like he always wanted.

So it came. Radwan penetrated his bed mate with a grunt, grinning. The silver-haired prince was rather tight anyways, despite what they had done to him. It was a good thing, however – the ones that were too slack barely provided pleasure, and pleasure was one of the reasons why Shandaar was here. He liked the lack of resistance he got as he pushed further into the youth, hitting the prostate right away, and got another moan from him. He kept on pushing and pulling, going back and forth inside the youth, a smirk on his face. Taking advantage of this situation was driving him crazy and soon enough, he was practically ramming into the other man.

Being too in his dream, none of it didn’t matter. Everything looked so real to Shandaar… the sun was peering through his deep red, satin curtains. Kieran was right behind him, his hands moving on his torso, sometimes brushing against his erected member. He could feel it coming in and out, each time hitting the right spot. It made him want to turn around and kiss him, but he couldn’t, else he’d lose the cock inside, and he didn’t want that to happen. It simply felt so good, too good even. Everything was perfect... or almost everything. There was something missing.

Kieran hadn’t said anything since they had started. While normally he’d have whispered in his ear, there was nothing. As he became conscious of this little detail, he slowly opened his eyes, still imagining himself in his bedroom lit by the morning sun. Now, it was very strange… as if Kieran had been replaced by someone else. He couldn’t find his lover’s smell anymore; it was something different. Not bad… yet it wasn’t Kieran. Blaming it on his drowsiness, he closes his eyes again, hoping to get back in his room, with his man… but to no avail. Something always brought him back to the real world.

His blue eyes opened wide, he tried to turn around, yet couldn’t. There was really another man behind him, and just like in his dream, he could feel a shaft inside him. He prayed for this to be a dream, but there was a feeling that what was happening right now was even more real than what happened a few seconds ago. Did this mean someone else was having sex with him? Not that it didn’t happen before, at some point it felt normal… and –that- scared him.

Sensing that something was wrong with how Shandaar reacted, Radwan quirked a brow. His fears of the young male waking up were now happening. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t come. He continued to ram inside the prince with a renewed energy boost, as if his awakening had triggered the “on” switch of his rape fetish, if it could be called this way. The more the body stirred in his arms, the more he was forced to put even more strength in his thrusts, and the more he needed to apply it to the man’s whole body as well. He couldn’t let the silver-haired swordsman escape from his clutch before he came to release.

Disoriented, scared and starting to feel bad again for what was going on, the youth frantically tried to escape the other man’s clutches. Nails were digging in his skin, causing him to squirm even more under Radwan’s touch. Nausea quickly struck him as once again, he was the victim of rape and partly enjoyed it; he was hard again. All of the time he had been thinking about Kieran and being able to feel his strong arms and hands, there had been someone else…. “Let go of me!” he screamed, swallowing a few tears that escaped from his eyes, as he had realized what was really happening. Kieran wasn’t by his side, and he had no idea when he would come. Instead, Radwan had been there all along, tricking him into thinking it was his lover.

“Won’t you stop moving?” he ordered, seeing that he was rather strong. If only he was in another position, the blue-haired man could have pinned him down easily and finished his job. However, if was hard to keep control of the prince, who kept moving around and squirming. Thankfully he wasn’t kicking yet. His prey’s movements and excitation were driving him nuts. He could feel pressure in his loins, sign that he was about to ejaculate soon. A few more pushes and he’d be done. He simply needed to restrain Shandaar for a short time… All his movements stopped as he spilt his seeds deep inside the other man, releasing him almost right after, as if only needed him for that.

If all this time, he had barely heard the prince crying and screaming, someone else did. When Radwan forced Shandaar and got over him in order to pin him down, the door flung open. Kordell’s frame stood there, and from the looks of it, he wasn’t very happy…

“What the fuck is going on?!” the redhead shouted in anger, closing the door as he stepped in the room. “Get off him!” The taller man obeyed and let go of the prince, who now stood immobile, sobbing heavily. Kordell walked up to the bed and shot a death glare at his second-in-command, almost pushing him off the bed and taking his place.

The spearman had no idea why this had happened, but complied to the order and got up to his feet, exiting the room with the candle in order to clean himself up.

Kordell, once Radwan had exited, decided to try calming his prisoner down. He figured it would be hard, considering he had also taken part in raping him earlier, but would give it a try. It would prove to be hard… he wrapped his arms around the body and whispered in the man’s ears. “Shhh… calm down…” Sounding so calm and comforting had never been that weird, that corny. He didn’t like the silver-haired prince, hell no. “It’s alright. You’re safe now.” He hated it at a point he hated himself for saying such things to someone he disliked. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he’s not gonna come back.”

What he said had little effect on the silver-haired man. He wouldn’t stop moving and trying to get away from the older man’s arms, hitting him with his legs. He wanted out of here, to be with Kieran again, be safe from all those people that wanted him dead. He couldn’t take this anymore, but what was worse is that until his friends would show up, he’d be powerless against those men.

As Shandaar didn’t stop, Kordell’s soothing ways abruptly changed. He never went into that room unarmed, yet didn’t carry his sword. Instead, he had grabbed someone’s daggers and brought them with him. He never really intended to use them before, but as the other refused to shut up, he’d have to do it. He quickly topped the man and put the dagger to his throat. The prince still was sobbing, but didn’t fight back anymore. “Alright, Princey… glad you stopped that.” He waited a few seconds before dragging the blade on the skin, barely leaving a mark as he went down to the chest. “Move again and you’re probably not gonna survive this. I’ve warned you.”

He got a very slight nod, but didn’t stop with the blade. Instead, he pressed on it, cutting into the pale flesh. Shandaar cringed as he arched his back, groaning at the pain. Kordell smirked and waited a few second before cutting again… and again… each time timing his cuts on the youth’s chest. Then, he made them longer and deeper, carefully planning where he was going to use the dagger. He wanted the show the prince how he was hated by him, disgusted, yet strangely aroused. All that blood on the almost white skin… there was such a contrast. It amazed and amused the redhead, who couldn’t stop himself anymore.

The treatment that the man was going through drove him mad as well. He cried and sobbed, but had no will to push him off. And even if he had wanted to, he was too much in pain. Some of the cuts were rather deep, and he wondered if he could feel his bones through it. He wouldn’t have been surprised if he could…

“You’re such a crybaby. Think the country wants a crybaby as a king?” Kordell’s voice rang in his ears, above his own screaming. Pleading wasn’t going to stop him from suffering, if not worsen his case. It was hurting like a bitch though, and he couldn’t really help but scream everytime the blade came in contact with his skin, sometimes with other wounds. The pain moved in his body like waves, at a point where he couldn’t focus on anything else than the pain itself, and the next time there would be more pain. He could see his chest full of cuts and blood, he could see the same color on the sheets; even the older man’s hair was red. “What ya staring at… huh? At me?” Without any warning, Kordell balled his hand in a fist and punched the prisoner right in the jaw.

He regretted his move, although… Shandaar stopped moving and crying. He just stared at his tormentor before starting to shake violently, feeling another wave of nausea hitting him. This time, he couldn’t repress it, and gagged as his mouth filled with vomit. The redhead’s first reaction was to turn the man’s head on its side, so he wouldn’t choke, then withdrew from the body as it became limp, and the eyes closed. Maybe he had gone a bit too far… had killed his prisoner? He certainly hoped not! Getting to his feet, he screamed for someone to come.

Radwan came back in the room, wearing new clothes. Upon seeing what his boss had done, he shakes his head. “And you told me to be nice with him… good job Kordell, fucking good job!”

“He didn’t stop screaming and crying. I had to do something. Oh well… call a healer. Tell him or her to come here on the double. I don’t want him to die. He’s got more to go through.”

The blue-haired man nodded and exited the room. It took him about five minutes to come back with a mage. According to Kordell, there had been no movement from Shandaar, and he was scared for the youth’s life. Radwan found it weird that all of a sudden he seemed to care for the prince, but since they wanted to keep him alive and exchange him for the throne, they had no choice but to let him live. He pushed the brown-haired young man in front of the bed. “Bring him back to consciousness. Now” he simply ordered, leaning back on the wall to observe the scene.

Wand in hand, the mage looked at his target. Knowing this man was a royal family member, at first, he refused to obey. Kordell changed that, explaining his point of view on the situation. Right away, the mage understood and began to focus on his wand. Feeling himself close to trance, he recited his spell, praying to the gods for the “well-being” of this other young man he was about to cure. A white light surrounded him for a split second, then something happened. Shandaar stirred and groaned, obviously still in pain… but that didn’t matter to all of them. At least he was conscious again.

The three men took a moment to assess the one lying on the bed, and after a while of looking at him move slightly, decided it would be alright if they left the room.

Feeling the horrible taste in his mouth, his stomach being empty, he got himself to move over so he wouldn’t accidentally send his limbs flying in the small pond of vomit on the bed, closing his eyes. If only he could forget about it all… if only…

-

The trio split in two as they got out of the room. The mage was back to whatever he was doing; maybe studying, while Kordell and Radwan went on a search for Xylon. They figured out he must have been in out of the bedroom, as he probably was jerking off or fucking a random person… again. The green-haired man was such a sex addict, and everybody knew about it. When he went missing, he was usually having sex with whatever he could find. What would it be this time?

Most of the doors were closed as they passed in the hallway. The “cabin” was rather big, could house about fifteen people and since most were in couples, it was even easier. Kordell leaned on one of the doors, trying to figure out if the younger man was in it… and no. He did the same thing with a few doors – so did Radwan – and was surprised to find the right door. Grinning, he flung it open.

Xylon was on all fours, naked, on the rug near the bed he shared with his blue-haired boyfriend. This made their leader quirk a brow, but when he looked at the whole scene, he was utterly shocked. Xylon was far from being alone. On top of him, a snow wolf was pumping in and out of his ass… every half-second, he could see the animal’s pink member coming and going, and the man moaning under it. He was surely having fun there.

The door was closed almost right away, leaving Kordell mentally scarred. That small dude was into dogs as well? He shuddered and turned to Radwan, without saying a word. He knew Xylon was one of the most sexual being out there, but at the point of getting it on with an animal, that was a bit too much. Yet at the same time, it was Xylon, so it was almost normal.

“You owe me 50 gold coins…” Radwan said, shaking his head. “I told you he’d be able to fuck a dog.” He opened the door again and spoke to his lover. “When you’re done with that thing, take a bath and meet us in the kitchen. And no, we’re not keeping it.”

~ TBC ~