The Devil’s Spawn #2
The metal heats. Silver bleeds into a molten orange-red beneath Lazreth’s grip.
Pollock tries to pull away, but Lazreth holds fast, and the blade burns, sending searing heat into Pollock’s palm and up his arm.
Stop! Stop it! You’ll kill him.
Pollock’s clothing catches fire. His hand and arm blacken, the skin turning charred. His veins, visibly lit with fire, glow red beneath the surface.
His head kicks back, and utter agony pours from him.
Let him go, or I swear to God, I will fucking end you!
The pleasure barreling through our body has me wanting to retch.
Lazreth’s laughter grows bolder, louder than ever. He shouts, “Is that it? Are you giving up, princeling?”
Pollock’s body ignites with a whitish-blue divine light, starting at his chest and slowly funneling through the rest of him. When it reaches his arm, it pushes against the fire, which begins to recede, healing his charred skin.
Meeting Lazreth’s gaze, he delivers a cold stare as his eyes light with it. “Fuckkkk. You.”
Lazreth releases his grip and moves up his body, holding his wrist to the ground, and pins him down by his shoulders with his thighs.
“Polly, Polly, Polly. That’s not nice. Not nice at all.
And here I’ve been so accommodating, letting you live just so I can torture Kahill some more.
I could have ended your pathetic immortal existence in a heartbeat, but I didn’t, did I?
No, I’m just having a little fun, and you’re trying to ruin the mood. ”
“Fuck. You! You demon hellspawn. Go back to the fiery pits you crawled out of!”
Lazreth smiles down at him wickedly. “You hear that, Kahill? He wants me to fuck him.”
That is not what he said!
“But maybe that’s what he wants. For me to destroy that sweet hole of his.” His grin widens. “Might be the only way you ever get a crack at him. He’s still a virgin, you know. Your favorite flavor.”
Lazreth…don’t even—
“What do you say we break him in together? Claim him for our very own?” His voice drops, taunting. “You and I both know you desire that above all else.”
No!
“What do ya say? One glorious fuck, and I’ll show him who’s the better lover out of the two of us?”
Lazreth slaps Pollock’s face, then grips his jaw, forcing him to hold his gaze.
“Be honest… who do you really want to yield to? Me or him, Polly?”
“I’d rather die than have you touch me.”
“I can arrange that.”
Lazreth leans in until they’re nose to nose.
“When I show you what I can do, it’ll wreck you in the best way.
You won’t be able to deny what you really crave, deep down.
I’ll wake something in you you’ll never put back to rest.” His voice turns darker.
“A carnality that’s unquenchable. Until sex is all you can think of.
Until a cock being buried balls deep inside you is the only way you wish to spend your days. ”
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.
Move! Now! Or it’s going to land right the fuck on top of us.
“What the fuck are those?” Lazreth shouts.
It’s Heaven’s wrath. One of the signs—but the timing is all wrong.
“Kahill.”
Pollock.
He’s staring at me—at Lazreth, but through him, to me.
We may both die here unless I can get Lazreth to move. Whether or not a dying god can kill an immortal, I don’t know, but I damn sure don’t want to find out.
The heat hits. And fuck, it feels hotter than the sun. Within seconds, our skin begins to burn.
Lazreth, move! Get him out of here!
“There’s no time.”
If he dies—truly dies—I swear to fuck, you’ll never see the light of another day.
Lazreth has time for only one act, and I thank all that’s holy that he rolls and kicks with everything he’s got, sending Pollock’s body flying a great distance away.
It might not be far enough, but it’s a damn sight better than where we were.
Lazreth turns to face the star head-on, hands lifting as if he can stop it, and growls, “This is gonna hurt like a motherfucker, ain’t it?”
Hurt? It’s going to kill us, you fool.