the quickening of fire

chapter 118 - don't read this one either!

Fveld took the seat in beside of the fire still warm from Sions posterior, with a discarded blanket about his shoulders and remaining naked from the waist down except for warm wooly socks he sat front row awaiting a tad impatiently for the action to begin again.

Taking his approach tortuously slow was deliberately for Fveld's viewing pleasure as well as his own. Sion toyed with his master's limp meat until Saraq got jack of it and called him a smug bastard, at least that's what it sounded like. The time allocated for foreplay was up Sion attempted to flip over the reluctant Saraq trying to keep his bottom glued to the bed. Eventually he did by viciously pinching the tendon behind Saraq's knee, keeping his legs separated until he could position himself on top. Meanwhile Saraq continued to beg for mercy.

His sphincter already stretched, the glans perched at the threshold, "oh no!" Saraqs eyes widened in terror. Fveld empathised, could almost feel his master's fear, the tenSion, the dread of the hellfire that was about to break loose. A thinner dick would have already plunged in but Sion could feel the drag pushing against him so tight! The impact to Saraqs mind and body of the snap, crackle and pop of muscle fibres, the intense pain instantly drove him mad, dementedly screaming. stress, pain, throat hoarse, too dry to swallow, obstructed breathing, sparked convulsive gagging, tears and sobs.

"Is that how far it went? all the way up to there?" Sion enquired unmoved.

Fveld exploded in his chair, watching what he reimagined as Saraq losing his virginity again.

'i thought I was dry! My mistake. Phew!'

Sion carefully removed the gag, especially cautious not to damage his master's fangs, his tongue hurriedly assisting in its expulsion.

While Saraq appreciatively gasped noisily for air, loosing focus, dizzying hyperventilation edging him closer to unconsciousness, Sion ordered Fveld to take his clothes and remain in another room out of hearing range. Fveld obliged, he did as Sion commanded.

The door closed behind him.

Sion continued to wait hovering, until his master calmed a little, his twitching internals slowed.

'he's not moving! It's still inside me! What is he waiting for? The burning won't stop!' Saraq's panicked thoughts.

"Saraq..." Sion always started a command with the actual name of his target, this alarmed Saraq greatly. "Saraq tell me how it feels."

"painful"

"... and?"

"too big!"

Sion nibbled and sucked on the flesh of his master's shoulders, "tell me more about what you feel".

Sion wished his master would say what he wanted so badly to hear, revenge would not be as sweet otherwise.

"...feel hot... tired..."

"emotions"

"... angry... betrayed.." he began to cry anew.

"like we did? After signing our contracts?"

he rightly surmised there was no point voicing the customary distorting spiel to exonerate himself of blame the usual tactic could only worsen his situation. "probably".

"probably? ... definitely" Sion insisted.

Fveld continued masturbating in the other room although he couldn't hear Sions soft tones spoken so close to Saraq's ear, he could however hear most of what his master was whimpering aloud.

"Saraq, tell me what you want me to do?"

"get it out... please get it out!"

"did you say deeper?" Sion pressed his hips down just a smidge was all he needed to do.