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It was just one kiss.
Maybe two.
Maybe a couple extra as a goodbye.
Or maybe it was Scott’s back pressed firmly against the grassy floor, wings spread out around him like a halo. Maybe it was Jimmy’s lips on his and his fingers running through Jimmy’s hair as they kissed and kissed and the world stood still.
Yeah, it was definitely that.
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The Elvenking flinched and spun quickly on his heel as a loud crash echoed behind him. Standing in the doorway of his house, the door barely clinging to the hinges, was fWhip.
An extremely angry fWhip, with red smoking around his eyes and his teeth looking just the tiniest bit sharper and pointier and altogether deadlier.
“What the fuck happened?” He started off with, slamming the door shut as he ripped his coat off, chucking it somewhere on the floor.
Scott frowned. Not that he minded fWhip storming into his house looking like the child of Exor (he definitely minded the mud he was tracking in on the carpet. He winced as he thought about the hours he’d have to spend to clean it up), but he did want some form of explanation. Thankfully, years of fWhip being… well, fWhip , had trained Scott well for this.
“fWhip, I’ll need a bit more than that,” he laughed, hurrying over and lifting his hand to gently cup fWhip’s cheek, a move he knew would always placate him.
Not today, apparently.
His fingers had hardly graced his cheek before fWhip’s hand was around his wrist, yanking it back and twisting it around Scott who yelped in pain, wings flurrying. It all happened so fast, because the next moment, he was flush against the wall and fWhip was grinding against his ass. He could feel his cock even through their clothes.
“Fuck- tell me, tell me now . What did you do ?”
“fWhip, what are you talking about-“ he was cut off by his own scream as fWhip roughly tugged on his hair, knuckles scraping against his scalp.
“ Slut . You know what you did with him , the cod …”
Scott whimpered as his cheek pressed uncomfortably against the wall, cock hardening already.
“It was only a kiss…” he mumbled weakly. “Nothing more. I wouldn’t- I’m not a… a…”
“Oh, I know you are,” fWhip chuckled darkly, fingertips gently trailing down Scott’s cheek. “It’s the only thing you can be. A slut. For me .”
Shivers like shockwaves tremulated down his spine. And all too soon fWhip’s cock was splitting him in half, the dragon hybrid letting out a guttural groan.
“So tight , princess. Thought you’d be all loose and ready from him . Disappointing…”
Scott whimpered as fWhip pounded into him, sparing no time to let him adjust.
“Colour, slut. Tell me,” fWhip commandeered, but Scott could feel how he slowed down slightly, grip loosening as he waited.
“Green,” he gasped out, vision blurring as fWhip immediately sped his thrusts up.
Stars glimmered in his eyes as fWhip hit his prostate dead-on, moans ripping out of his throat like screams. It felt so good .
He hardly felt fWhip’s hands running up and down his wings until there was a blinding pain, and he threw his head back as fWhip shoved his chest firmly against the wall. “No moving, whore. I know you’re desperate to be filled with my cum, for me to mark you as mine , but you need to be patient.”
It burned as fWhip ripped his feathers out one by one. Watching them gently float to the floor as he desperately scrabbled for purchase on the wall, fingers scratching against the paneling as fWhip pounded faster and faster into him. It made his head spin deliriously.
“Fuck- mine , snowflake. All mine -“ fWhip yanked him back on his cock, and Scott let out another shriek as pain and pleasure mixed into a violent roar inside of him. “Not his, you understand? Mine ! I know you find it hard to remember anything with the empty space between your ears, but you belong to me ! You dress up pretty for me! You bend over and shake your ass for me! Not him, me !”
Scott moaned louder, fog entering his brain.
“Yes… yes, sir…” was all he could get out, falling limp against the wall. His cock was throbbing painfully, and he tried to rub himself up against the wall. The paneling was rough and unyielding against him but it was a glorious but brief relief. fWhip yanked his hips to keep them in place, utterly destroying Scott as he pounded harder and harder into his ass. “None of that, slut. Only I can make you cum, understand?”
“Yes, sir…” Scott mumbled.
“What was that?”
“Yes, sir!” Scott shrieked as fWhip hit a particularly sensitive spot in his ass. “I need to cum- please , sir!”
fWhip ripped out a handful of feathers, biting Scott’s neck with his sharp teeth. “And why do you think you deserve to, slut?”
“Because- Because I’ve been good-“ he gasped out, dizzy.
“Have you? I believe I’m meant to be punishing you, am I not? Surely I should just leave you once I’m done. That’s all you are, a toy, a pathetic bundle of holes for me to use.”
Ohhhh fuck.
“Need to cum- please! Can’t… so desperate… need it!” Babbles fell like a river from his mouth, not even registering when fWhip’s hands closed tightly around his hips, heat flooding into his ass.
“If I let you cum, do you promise to never let the cod touch you again?”
“Yes- I’ll listen, I promise I’ll listen!”
fWhip smirked, and pulled out of him. Cum dribbled out of Scott’s ass and down his thighs. The elf gasped at the feeling, his cock bright red compared to his pale skin. The Count turned him around so Scott’s back was against the wall instead of his chest, his wings flattening behind him.
“Look at you, tears running down your face… bruises everywhere,” fWhip grinned proudly as he looked down at his handy-work, and Scott whimpered as he eyed his aching cock.
“Does my little whore want some help, then?” fWhip said teasingly, fingers ghosting over the head and running down his shaft. Scott gasped but stopped himself from thrusting into his hand. He knew better, he was a good slut.
“Yes, sir,” he breathed, looking up at fWhip with his best puppy eyes.
The Count grinned, and gripped Scott’s cock almost painfully, pumping him hard and rough.
“Come on, snowflake. Be a good boy.”
Scott didn’t need much encouraging before he was spilling into fWhip’s hand, gasping for breath. fWhip’s other hand was rubbing comforting circles into his back and he felt himself being pulled into a warm hug that smelt distinctly of berries and gunpowder.
“Lick my hand clean, little dove. Then I’ll let you go.”
Scott wordlessly opened his mouth, and fWhip gently stuck two thick fingers in. He let Scott’s tongue lave over his fingers, then the rest of his hand. It was calming and therapeutic, and it allowed Scott’s mind to settle and quiet done.
He was a good boy, and fWhip loved him. It’s all okay, and he relaxed into fWhip’s hold, skin cold against his burning heart.