The Ghost and the Darkness Volume 2 (The Fallocaust Series) (46 page)

Drake slipped away from my vision and the next thing I felt was him unbuttoning my pants. Sanguine held onto my shoulders as the cicaro pulled my pants down and then my boxer briefs.

“He’s uncut!” Drake exclaimed. I sucked in a breath as I felt him grab onto my still soft dick, then felt the air sting the head as he retracted my foreskin. Then he licked the head. Shit… that was it for me.

“Oh, look at that. I wonder if that will be fixed,” Sanguine mused. He rubbed my shoulders and started kissing and sucking on my neck, each kiss sending a spark down to my gut. I was quickly starting to not care about what was going on outside these doors. My mind was telling me with solid assurance that Garrett was fine… that everything would be… okay.

Then the mouth… fuck, he put his mouth fully over it. I looked down and saw my dick disappearing into the orange-eyed cicaro’s mouth. The entire thing. The pet swallowed it before pulling his lips away with a smirk. He stared up at me with a smile.

Making eye contact the entire time, Drake stuck his tongue out and gave it a long lick, then swirled the tongue over my head and down the shaft. Then, once again, he took it into his mouth and started generously sucking me off.

“There, see? Nothing bad,” Sanguine purred.

I heard scraping of one of Garrett’s stuffed chairs he kept in the room. I saw the chair out of the corner of my eye, then a hand on my leg. “Put your leg up.”

I did what he asked, one foot on the chair the other on the ground. I looked down and saw Drake eagerly sucking my dick, and a moment later, Sanguine separating my cheeks.

I expected a finger, so when I felt the sengil’s warm tongue flick around my opening I almost fell down. Without hesitation Sanguine started licking and lapping my hole, Drake still busy working my front.

This… this was something else. My body was on fire, my chest loosening up by the second but I was so lightheaded I was afraid I was going to pass out. I felt like I was going to fall; I wanted to lie down but I couldn’t move. Sanguine was like a devil, licking and teasing my hole, and as his tongue roved deeper I felt it start to penetrate me.

“Fuck…” My hands dug into the chair to steady me, my other hand resting on Drake’s head. This was too much, it was too much… I didn’t think I was going to last long but I didn’t want it to end. Only in my wildest dreams did I ever think I’d be worked over like this, it was almost too much to take in.

Finally, when my mind felt like it was going to boil over, Sanguine removed his tongue, though Drake had no desire to stop licking my dick. I shifted to pull myself away from the cicaro’s mouth when Sanguine’s hand planted itself on my shoulder. A moment later he put another hand on the small of my back and put pressure on it.

No, no he wasn’t done. I made no move to resist, the sengil had done a good job not just prepping me, but making me want it. I leaned back and grabbed onto the chair. I took a deep breath, and as I inhaled, I felt pressure against my hole.

I grunted and tightened my grip on Drake as I felt the head of Sanguine’s cock penetrate me. I immediately started urging Drake to move his head back and forth, my hips rocking just slightly as the sengil pushed his full length into me.

A moan broke Sanguine’s lips and a small grunt so close to my ear I could feel his hot breath. With Garrett and Silas forgotten from my horny, sex-driven mind, I started moving my hips into Drake and after a few good pushes I felt Sanguine start to thrust into me.

“Oh… shit, yes,” I groaned. There was a tight suction below me as Drake locked his lips together, behind me Sanguine found his rhythm and started fucking me. Both of us still standing, me with one foot resting on the chair, the other on the ground, Drake on his knees tasting and sucking every inch of my cock.

Sanguine put his own foot beside mine and grabbed onto my shoulders. He started picking up his speed, roughly pounding into me like he seemed to know I liked. Garrett did me the same way. God damn, I loved how chimeras fucked.

And the chimera knew how to fuck, but of course he did he was like seventy years old or something. No doubt he had been fucking chimeras since he was fifteen. Like all of them they seemed to know the right spots to hit, when to slow down, when to speed up. I felt like a virgin in front of these guys, some untrained peasant who’d only known what sex was through porn movies and the oral fun I had had with Reaver.

It wasn’t just Sanguine fucking me though. Drake and Sanguine were both working like a team. They worked on me like they were performing a play. When I felt like I was getting close Drake withdrew his mouth in favour for my balls, taking each one into his mouth and lightly sucking on them as Sanguine slowed down his thrusts to just a slow jolt of his hips. Once my threshold had gone back up it was back to the rough fucking and hard licking that they had been doing before, for what seemed like forever they both drew me to my peak only to slowly let me back down.

Then it was time, finally. The burning in my chest was roasting me alive as my body started to reach its threshold for what seemed like the tenth time. When Sanguine’s hips didn’t slow and Drake’s mouth didn’t withdraw, I gave out what could only be a cry of relief. I braced myself on the couch and closed my eyes as Sanguine’s thrusts became quicker, hard stabs into my sensitive and filled ass. One after another, each hammer blow pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

I let out a loud cry, holding onto the chair for dear life as I came hard. Sanguine behind me jamming that fucking cock of his in and out of me and as he grunted and moaned I realized he was cumming too. I held onto the chair and the pets head and squeezed my eyes tight, unable to stem the moaning cries spilling from my lips.

I came, a lot, it wouldn’t end. Every time I thought I had left the last wave of intense pleasure another one was right behind it. When my long and exhausting orgasm was done I was on my hands and knees on the floor, Sanguine still thrusting his stiff cock inside of me.

He withdrew and I thought they were going to leave me, but Sanguine pulled on my arm and the next thing I knew he was pushing me onto the bed. Drake standing beside him his cock long and thick, the head of it pink with lust and shining with precum. The cicaro had some of my cum on his face, a bit of it dripping down his mouth which he was licking up with his tongue.

I leaned against the headboard panting; my cock was soft from the long ordeal. I wasn’t a fucking chimera like them who could go a thousand times, one after the other. I was just a normal human who got exhausted. Though they didn’t give a damn about that, obviously.

Without giving me a moments rest Drake leaned down and separated my legs, no words escaped his lips, no comments, he just leaned down, and like Sanguine, started licking my hole, devouring the cum that Sanguine had left behind.

Sanguine put a hand on my knee and pushed it back. He looked at me and smirked before we started making out on the bed.

“I always enjoyed that fire he had inside of him, that unsatiatable lust,” Silas said quietly, a glass of rum in his hand which he swirled. The king looked over at Garrett, taking in and treasuring the anxiety radiating off of him. “He fucked me into the ground in Aras. I loved how he never held back a single moan. Tell me, love. Have you made him moan that loudly? Sanguine and Drake make quite the team.”

Garrett stared at the scene happening in front of him, the small table lamp in his bedroom illuminating Reno, Sanguine, and Drake but shrouding the two of them standing in the doorway.

Garrett looked ill, to the point where Silas wondered if he was going to throw up.

“Y-yes,” Garrett stammered. “We’re still getting to know each other’s bodies but we’re very s-s-sexually compatible. He’s such a giving lover. I… I do love that about him.”

The king smiled thinly and put a hand on Garrett’s shoulder, there was a light
clink
as he set the glass of rum down.

“You’re so tense, Garrett,” Silas’s voice suddenly dropped and with it Silas could hear Garrett’s pulse speed up even more. “It just goes to show how unlike Elish you are, more like Nero when it comes to your emotions. Nero begged me, Garrett, begged me as the concrete was creeping up to his mouth. He was pale and sweaty; his entire body was trembling as he begged my forgiveness.”

Garrett was shaking, even his chin was quivering as he watched Reno lying on the bed with Sanguine. He was making out with Sanguine like he hadn’t a care in the world, Drake between his legs doing what he does best.

“I… I am s-saddened to hear that, but Nero did… did deserve it.”

There was silence between the two.

“Garrett – do you think I’m an idiot?”

Garrett stiffened, only his left hand moving up to his face. He clasped his hand over his mouth, his eyes wide, and his heart thrashing inside of his chest. Without wanting to, he looked over to his king and slowly shook his head.

“N-n-no,” he stammered.

King Silas glanced over to the activity taking place at the other end of the room, before fixing his emerald eyes back on his second born. “I look past a lot of things, Garrett. You all just don’t think I do because I am not some boastful ego-maniac who has to shove it in my creation’s faces every time I do something nice for them. I have been forgiving, Garrett, because I preferred to have Reaver on the run because
it
just amuses me so much.
”

Silas’s tone dropped. “Garrett Sebastian Dekker…”

Garrett swallowed; his own green eyes fixed forward, staring unblinking at Reno. Drake was riding him now, Reno’s deep, lustful moans filling the room.

“I saw the video. I saw the three masked men enter the hanger while my beautiful Reaver was being brutally raped by Nero. I saw the limp on the third one, the same limp Reno still has. Reno and two others helped Reaver escape. All of this during the time you two broke up.”

Like an rubber band snapping, Garrett’s vision shot to Silas. Not able to handle the stress Garrett turned to walk out of the doorway they were standing under, but Silas grabbed onto his arm. He clenched it hard and glared at Garrett.

“Now, Garrett. I’m willing to forgive you for not telling me about this sooner and I’m also willing to forgive you for supplying the fucking Falconer which conveniently happened to have its tracker disabled for two days – Do you know why I am going to forgive you, lovely?” Silas dug his fingers into Garrett’s arm; white shreds of skin could be seen coming off around his fingernails.

“I-I’m sorry,” Garrett stammered. His shaking hand was still being held over his mouth like he couldn’t believe what was happening. It was as if a nightmare had descended from the heavens. One that brought forth every fear Garrett had since he first fell in love with Reno. “I-I love him. I just – I didn’t know what to do.”

Silas shushed him, though his nails were still digging deep into Garrett’s flesh. “Yes, yes love. I understand. You love Reno and when you love the men in your life, I know you love them with all your soul. That is why I myself love you, Garrett. Though you are a weak, pathetic, coward, if there is one redeeming quality about you it is that, unlike so many of your brothers, you love with all of your heart, no holds barred.”

The king pulled on Garrett’s arm as the black-haired chimera avoided all eye contact.

“Garrett, look at me.”

A wave of what looked like physical pain washed over Garrett’s face. He stared at the floor, Reno’s moans still sounding from the corner of the bedroom, getting deeper and closer together as Drake road him to his peak. All three of the men shrouded in darkness but for the single lamp on the side table.

“Garrett, don’t make me ask you twice.”

The hand that was still covering Garrett’s mouth slowly lowered, with eyes that held in them a pain that no mortal could know, the pain only someone who had lost boyfriend after boyfriend, fiancé after fiancé, Garrett Dekker turned and looked at Silas.

His face dissolved as soon as he saw the anger on King Silas’s face; his eyes filled and his hand once again covered his mouth unable to hold back the agony threatening to burst from his body.

“Forgive me, please. Please, Silas… don’t take him away from me.” Garrett swayed, before sinking to his knees. His head shook back and forth. “I’ve been good. Out of all of your creations I have never given you trouble. You’ve said that to me.”

Silas stared down at him; his face relaxed and calm but his eyes seared Garrett’s flesh. He glared at Garrett as his second born grovelled in front of him, even going as far as to take his hand and grip it.

Silas and Garrett both looked towards the bedroom as Reno let out a gasping cry, they saw Reno, Sanguine on top of him now, grab onto the sengil’s backside and grip it hard as Sanguine slammed himself down over and over on him. Below, three of Drake’s fingers had disappeared into Reno’s ass, the cicaro now licking and sucking on Reno’s chest as he fingered him.

“Garrett, I have no time to play games with you. No time to take Reno into my custody and torture information out of him. My mind is elsewhere right now and not into tormenting and mutilating that stupid greywaster.” Silas’s tone dropped another octave. He put a hand on Garrett’s cheek and petted it; it was now wet, soaked in Garrett’s pleading tears.

“Reno has already cum twice and I have commanded Sanguine to keep riding him until he goes a third time.” Garrett looked up at Silas confused; his face holding both horror and perplexity as the king spoke.