Porn Battle V (the fifth dimension)
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You're exactly what I need, Carson heard in his head as he stared up into the slit-eyes of his tormentor, his lover. Now ... let's begin. The voice seemed to echo in his mind.
Carson held his breath, captivated not only by the mind-control Michael exerted over him but by the very scent of the creature - the man - before him. Michael's very scent exuded desire, intermixed somehow with the smell of almost limitless power. Power that dripped from every word and gesture. Power that until now, was always held by Carson.
Now, Carson heard again in his mind.
Naked now, Carson felt Michael's hands trace along his body, the white-tinged skin surprisingly warm against his own, the changeling's touch like nothing Carson might have expected. Carson had done this, had taken Michael under his wing, had taken him under his control. Carson never expected the tables turned, the control to be lost to someone of his own making.
He shivered. Whether from the lust slowly uncoiling from his belly or the tinge of fear at what Michael might demand of him, Carson couldn't tell. He stared into Michael's eyes, transfixed by his lover's gaze and his lover's touch, a touch that seared him to his very core.
Michael snarled, then lunged, pressing his face suddenly to Carson's groin. Carson flinched, startled and a little afraid - Michael's teeth were so sharp.
He needn't have worried.
Michael's breath was warm against Carson's crotch, and soon enough the teasing licks and nibbles Carson knew so well from the human-Michael began anew, the only difference being a certain ... surrender ... that welled within Carson.
Carson moaned, feeling his cock become impossibly hard at the sensations playing along its skin.
Then he felt it: the burning touch of Michael's finger against his anus, a burn not of pain but of searing heat, fiery lust. The finger stroked along his crack, teasing gently, feather-light and insubstantial. Then Carson felt the finger again against his anus, felt it tease and probe.
He shivered again, spreading his thighs wide so Michael could touch. Michael's mouth took him in, sucking him down in wet warmth, those sharp teeth so close but never too close. Michael's finger continued its slow tease, circling and stroking, the maddening lack of pattern only firing Carson's need higher.
"Oh Lord," he gasped as Michael thrust a newly spit-slicked finger into his hole. Carson knew with utter finality that he would not be topping on this day, or possibly ever again. Michael lifted his face from Carson's cock, the feral need burning bright in his yellow eyes.
Carson moaned, his own eyes fluttering shut again for a moment as Michael began to ream him with his finger.
Carson opened his eyes again in time to see a small, secret smile creep across his lover's face. Yes, Michael's voice purred in Carson's mind. You're exactly what I need.
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Oh cool! LOL. Glad you like it!
re: creepy
Yes, I imagine these two would be the Pegasus Poster Couple for 'codependency' and 'seriously fucked-up relationship'. ;-)
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