[ The world disappears in fire, and the already unstable Nate would've fallen flat on his face were Caliban not still holding him. He gasps, and his hand falls forward to push on a wall. Where are they? Fuck, it doesn't matter, he doesn't care. He only wants Caliban. It's all he can think about, the only thing that matters, and even that thought dissolves into an open groan when that hand squeezes his cock. ]
Oh, fuck, I...yes, I'm fucking dripping, are you kidding me? Loading me with hellfire, burning me from the inside out, you know what you're doing. Shit.
[ He tries to undo his jeans. His hands are trembling, and in the end he just puts both hands on the wall, and summons raw magic to pull his own clothes apart. It's primal, pure need made real.
Beneath those jeans, his trunks are soaked and his cock is painfully hard. Because of his position, his ass is pushed back against Caliban's hips, and he knows it. Now that he's not actively burning, he has enough presence, to grind his ass cheeks against Caliban's cock, and his fingers curl against the brickwork. ]
Fuck me, Caliban. They might not be able to see us, but I promise, I'll wear these clothes all the way home. They'll see that.
[ He was going to speak, to tease and torment the other more but he didn't get those words out before the other ripped off those own clothes off his body in that raw show of pure need. Instead, he was just going to press his hands back against those soaked trunks, admiring the mess he'd made of the witch and giving the other's cock another squeeze for a bit of relief from that pure moment of pleasurable madness he'd been forcing on the other.
Caliban groans as the other rocks back against his cock and there's that familiar magic of the demon's as his clothes burn away to cinders- leaving him standing there hard and dripping. It wasn't hard to tell that the demon had made his cock bigger than most mortals as it rested on the others ass, grinding back as he press his lips together at those words.]
You dirty little slut... My beautiful little harlot. [ Caliban all but growled. There's a flick of his hand and Caliban's jeweled demonic dagger is in his hand. He easily sliced down to cut off the other's trunks in a practiced swipe of his hand- and rather skillfully cut deep enough into that skin to leave a small cut on the other's hips. Deep enough to get the other to gasp as those trunks fell to the ground.
There's a little press of that cock against Nate's ass again, throbbing against the witch as Caliban reached up to tease into that ear again.]
Hm and how eager are we for me to fuck you?
[ In otherwords, did the other want to skip to the main event or should he prepare him for him?]
[ The bite of that blade is unexpected. Nate lets out a little cry, and then hums with approval. His cock twitches in the cool air, and it's not clear whether it's a reaction to that nip of pain, or the heat of what's happening. Though this is an alley, it's still public enough, and he's leaving himself bare and dripping and leaning against a wall.
He shudders, and looks back over his shoulder at Caliban. ]
Fucking eager. Is that unclear?
[ Caliban's toying with him and he knows it, knows the game. Loves the game. His fingers scratch at those bricks. ]
You could've gotten me with the fire. You know that? I was almost there, I could've cum just to that. You're too fucking good. I don't care how much it hurts.
[ But that's a lie. Nate admits it in the next breath. ]
No, I want it to hurt.
[ He's had all the prep he needs. He may struggle to walk after this encounter, but it'll be all kinds of worth it. ]
[ Hells he loves Nate like this- bare and hard, a raw nerve of pleasure and desire. Every single part of him aching for the next hit or tease, the next slice of his knife or burst of pleasure.]
Don't be bratty.
[ Caliban shot back as he landed a hit against the other thigh with the flat edge of the knife against Nate's thigh hard enough to be a shock. ]
Hm, I almost did. I almost burned you from the inside out and let everyone see you screaming in the middle of the street as drenched your pants...
[ He teased before he took a breath that he in no way needed at those next words. He shouldn't enjoy that idea. He shouldn't enjoy just how much he ached to hurt the other. There's growl running though Caliban's voice before he gripped the others hair tighter as he teased his cock against Nate's hole one last time before he moved a hand to curl around the base of it. ]
Hm... my little- [ There wasn't any hesitation as he pressed that impossibly big dick inside Nate- slamming home as roughly as he could. He wanted the other to feel him. He wanted the other to be overwhelmed with that pain.]
[ Nate lets out a sharp gasp, then laughs when he's spanked. Don't be bratty, Caliban says, as if he can be anything but. He presses back against the demon, clearly enjoying this. ]
But you reward me so well, your majesty...
[ he murmurs, enjoying this.
His laughter is cut off by a cry of honest pain as Caliban suddenly takes him. He has to grab onto the wall for support, and almost chokes on his own cries. It feels like he's being split in two. Behind that is also the feeling of being used, of Caliban taking pleasure from him without care, while pain spikes through his thighs and back.
And, fuck, but that feels good. He's already so close, and he knows he won't be able to take this for long before he explodes. The feeling of Caliban burying himself so deeply inside, it's overwhelming. Tears stream down his face, and his gasps are choking sobs. And still, his aching cock leaks pre, still he begs for more. ]
Yes. Fuck, oh fuck that hurts--please, Cal...fucking hell.
[ one hand reaches back to push into Caliban's hair, to rest on his neck and pull him forward and against Nate's back. ]
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Oh, fuck, I...yes, I'm fucking dripping, are you kidding me? Loading me with hellfire, burning me from the inside out, you know what you're doing. Shit.
[ He tries to undo his jeans. His hands are trembling, and in the end he just puts both hands on the wall, and summons raw magic to pull his own clothes apart. It's primal, pure need made real.
Beneath those jeans, his trunks are soaked and his cock is painfully hard. Because of his position, his ass is pushed back against Caliban's hips, and he knows it. Now that he's not actively burning, he has enough presence, to grind his ass cheeks against Caliban's cock, and his fingers curl against the brickwork. ]
Fuck me, Caliban. They might not be able to see us, but I promise, I'll wear these clothes all the way home. They'll see that.
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Caliban groans as the other rocks back against his cock and there's that familiar magic of the demon's as his clothes burn away to cinders- leaving him standing there hard and dripping. It wasn't hard to tell that the demon had made his cock bigger than most mortals as it rested on the others ass, grinding back as he press his lips together at those words.]
You dirty little slut... My beautiful little harlot. [ Caliban all but growled. There's a flick of his hand and Caliban's jeweled demonic dagger is in his hand. He easily sliced down to cut off the other's trunks in a practiced swipe of his hand- and rather skillfully cut deep enough into that skin to leave a small cut on the other's hips. Deep enough to get the other to gasp as those trunks fell to the ground.
There's a little press of that cock against Nate's ass again, throbbing against the witch as Caliban reached up to tease into that ear again.]
Hm and how eager are we for me to fuck you?
[ In otherwords, did the other want to skip to the main event or should he prepare him for him?]
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He shudders, and looks back over his shoulder at Caliban. ]
Fucking eager. Is that unclear?
[ Caliban's toying with him and he knows it, knows the game. Loves the game. His fingers scratch at those bricks. ]
You could've gotten me with the fire. You know that? I was almost there, I could've cum just to that. You're too fucking good. I don't care how much it hurts.
[ But that's a lie. Nate admits it in the next breath. ]
No, I want it to hurt.
[ He's had all the prep he needs. He may struggle to walk after this encounter, but it'll be all kinds of worth it. ]
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Don't be bratty.
[ Caliban shot back as he landed a hit against the other thigh with the flat edge of the knife against Nate's thigh hard enough to be a shock. ]
Hm, I almost did. I almost burned you from the inside out and let everyone see you screaming in the middle of the street as drenched your pants...
[ He teased before he took a breath that he in no way needed at those next words. He shouldn't enjoy that idea. He shouldn't enjoy just how much he ached to hurt the other. There's growl running though Caliban's voice before he gripped the others hair tighter as he teased his cock against Nate's hole one last time before he moved a hand to curl around the base of it. ]
Hm... my little- [ There wasn't any hesitation as he pressed that impossibly big dick inside Nate- slamming home as roughly as he could. He wanted the other to feel him. He wanted the other to be overwhelmed with that pain.]
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But you reward me so well, your majesty...
[ he murmurs, enjoying this.
His laughter is cut off by a cry of honest pain as Caliban suddenly takes him. He has to grab onto the wall for support, and almost chokes on his own cries. It feels like he's being split in two. Behind that is also the feeling of being used, of Caliban taking pleasure from him without care, while pain spikes through his thighs and back.
And, fuck, but that feels good. He's already so close, and he knows he won't be able to take this for long before he explodes. The feeling of Caliban burying himself so deeply inside, it's overwhelming. Tears stream down his face, and his gasps are choking sobs. And still, his aching cock leaks pre, still he begs for more. ]
Yes. Fuck, oh fuck that hurts--please, Cal...fucking hell.
[ one hand reaches back to push into Caliban's hair, to rest on his neck and pull him forward and against Nate's back. ]