Page 89 of Villain

How was this his life? He’d been reduced to this thing that constantly begged. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes as he thought about how he’d been left alone in here, an easy target for West to come and gobble up.

Last night, he’d thought he and Lake had made a breakthrough. Not necessarily gotten closer but…something.

Had he been wrong?

“Did you talk to Lake?” he asked, mewling when that tongue circled his hole and then flicked back inside of him, pushing all the way in. It wiggled and felt around, the sensations as odd as they were electric. He peered back down in time to watch his dick dribble precome onto his stomach.

“Haven’t seen him this morning,” West pulled back and replied, sucking on the tender skin of his sack. When he didn’t get an immediate response from Nix, he sucked harder, grinning when that had him crying out again. “Why?”

Lake had left without speaking to West about Branwen’s account, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to, right?

The sound of West hacking came a second before a wet glob hit Nix’s puckered hole.

“Did you just spit on me?” he demanded.

“Yup.” West used his thumb to press that wad of saliva into him, stretching him further in the process. Then, leaving that digit buried as deep as he could, he lowered Nix’s legs around him and finally wrapped his lips around his cock.

With one drop, he took Nix deep, allowing him to hit the back of his throat. He started bobbing in a quick rhythm, sucking the entire time to the point it was almost as painful as it was pleasurable.

Nix writhed on the mattress, that thumb hooked in his hole pulling him back down when his hips tried to rise of their own accord. He sobbed when West’s other hand slapped at his balls and then grabbed at them, squeezing as he continued to swallow him down.

It was the most violent sexual encounter he’d ever been subjected to, somehow even more intense than the blowjob he’d been ordered to give, and it wasn’t long before Nix felt his entire body coil, ready to explode.

Only for West to pull off of him all at once.

His hand slipped free the same moment his mouth did, and West planted his palms at either side of Nix’s hips and lifted himself so that no part of them touched. Intensely, he watched as Nix struggled to breathe, grinning when a desperate whine rumbled up his chest.

“What are you doing?” Nix asked again, only this time he meant it in an entirely different way.

“Ever been edged before, Nixie?” West chortled. “From the horrified look you’re now giving me, I guess the answer is no.”

“No,” he confirmed anyway, “and I don’t want to experience it now.”

“That’s too bad,” West smacked his lips. “That’s the game for today I’m afraid. You promised you’d cry for me, right? Here’s your chance.”

Nix started to shake his head, but West wasn’t having any of that.

“That seemed to shock you enough to cool you down,” he noted. “Round two.”

“West—” He squeezed his eyes shut when two fingers speared into him. Then West’s mouth was back on his dick, his tongue circling his flushed crown, teasing his slit until his hips were wriggling in a poor attempt to find any sort of friction.

Those fingers pressed against his prostate and he moaned, the sound turning into a hiss when West finally took him back into his mouth. Saliva poured out of the corners, coating Nix’s cock in a slick mixture of both of their fluids which seemed to please the Demon immensely. If the time in the living room was any indication, West liked it messy.

Typically, Nix wasn’t into that sort of thing, but then, before meeting them, he hadn’t been into any of this.

Now, his dick was leaking, and his balls were drawn up, his hole tightening around those fingers as if in a bid to keep them buried deep. He moaned wantonly, momentarily forgetting where he was, lost to the sensations of West’s hot mouth and wide fingers.

Just a few more pumps and he’d—

West pulled out a second time and lifted his face with a loud pop.

When Nix reached for him, he tutted at him and shot away, kneeling on his knees just out of reach.

Nix cried out in frustration and dropped back again, cursing.

“Pinch your nipples,” West demanded, barring his teeth like some animal when Nix didn’t instantly follow his command. “Should I do it for you?”

The slight maniacal gleam in his eyes made it clear that if Nix chose that option, he’d regret it. West would probably twist them so hard they’d tear off, or if nothing else, feel like it.

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