Blasphemous Relations

One - Empty and Void

My body shook with pleasure and tears formed in my eyes. This isn't fair but it's so good. The pleasure is so intense I can taste it on my tongue. I can feel it in my bones. I can hear it rushing in my blood like a virus. Lord, when this man sunk further onto me, making me hit the back of his throat I had to choke on the very air that was sustaining me.

"Please." I whined. I wasn't sure what I was begging for but I was begging. I am desperate for release of any kind. I just need that feeling. I shouldn't have to live life without this pleasure. He detached from my member to sink further down to the most vulnerable part of any man, licking them with such dainty kitten like licks. I whined deep in my throat in protest making him grip the base of my painfully hard and leaking member.

"Oh, Xenos." He purred, sending shivers dancing up my spine. "Oh, baby, baby, baby." He chanted, punctuating each word with a strong lick on the angry purple head.

I whimpered. I could feel the feverish feeling in my bones and on my skin. I could feel the sweat and the anticipation. I was ready to cum. I was ready for that feeling. All I need is a little bit of friction. But his hand just tightened around me. "Please." I begged again, my eyes lazily meeting his. "Please."

"Tell me what you want." He demanded. "You still want me to stop?"

"No." I whimpered in shame. "Please finish me off at least. Please, Pianistas."

"Tell me what I want to hear." He demanded, his face playful but his eyes serious.

Bastard.

"No."

He gave me a sharp tug that had my toes curling and my balls lifting but then he grabbed the base tightly once again and placed a finger on the tip of me.

"Say it." He demanded.

"No." I croaked, my eyes squeezing shut. This is so deliciously painful. Please, dear Goddess. Please. He rubbed his finger over the slit slowly, tantalizingly. My body jerked. My mind raced and then frizzed and I couldn't begin to understand how to breathe anymore. I shook my head and he continued the assault. Shit.

Bastard. He is a bastard.

"You're the best... you are the best. Please, please, please." I gave in, panting harshly, my back bowing off the bed dramatically. My hair matted against my face, slick with sweat and my body begging for release. "Please, Pianistas."

"Well, it'd be cruel to deny you the best." He smirked, his mouth returning to its post making my jaw drop and my eyes pop open. My hips reacted on their own, thrusting up into Pianistas' face when his mouth had returned to my member.

Yes!

Then suddenly the pleasure was gone and I couldn't feel anything but I could hear the ruckus that was going on. What is he doing? This is cruel and degrading treatment at the very least.

"Pianistas, you bastard, I said please!" I whined, thrusting my hips upwards pleadingly.

"Pull your fucking pants up, Xenos." A deep voice rumbled making me snap my eyes open.

Oh shit.

"You don't have to do anything, Xee." Pianistas protested, pulling out of Blaise's strong grip with force that showed how pissed off he was. "This is my room and you guys are not in a relationship." He added spitefully, shooting Blaise a deadly glare.

Blaise growled, taking a threatening step towards him, his eyes glinting dangerously. "You come into our territory, our house and sleep with our mates. You have gone too far."