Nikola

Sir. He called me Sir.

Hagen claws at the sheets, fisting them with the little room his fingers can claim. It’s not much when each of my hands keeps his wrists locked to his ankles.  

I drag my tongue up his taint and over his hole, groaning as he clenches against me.

“N-Nik,” he begs. 

Sir. 

I would have found a way to love any he chose, but Hagen had not forced me to take on such a task. 

No, instead, my sweet pup chose the one I wanted most. The only one I truly craved.

I push my tongue inside and moan as he takes me in with ease. 

It had resisted at first, with his rim tight and untouched for three days now, but as I licked and sucked, gradually, Hagen’s hole had opened for me as I was training it to do.

Hagen might be brazen but his body was not. 

His body was mine.

 “Nikola— ah… please,” Hagen sobs beautifully while I lick inside of him. “I’m sorry… ugh.. I-I’m sorry.”

Sir.

The first time he’d said it, it had been breathless. Barely even uttered. He’d meant it to be a part of his games, but then the moment had come, and it hadn’t been a game at all.

No. It had been sweet, so sweet and pure.

I think for a moment it sent me to the plains.

I heard the word and felt things.
Even now, I struggled to understand it, but I did not need to. 

I remembered the bliss, the shock, and the greedy hunger that immediately sprouted with the demand that I heard it again.

By the time I’d returned, nerves and doubt had riddled Hagen so deeply that I’d had to force it out of him.

‘Sir’ He’d melted as he sighed the word.

It was as if it freed some part of him.

All my life, I had trained to control my magic, but it had all slipped my grasp, and the world itself almost suffered the consequence if not for the singular thought that if everything was destroyed, I would never hear it again.

“Ngh! Goddess, fuck! Fuck!” Hagen cries as I spear his entrance with my tongue. 

He strains against my hands, trying to free himself, but there’s no chance of it with him spread like this on his knees. 

I tighten my grip on his wrists and sink deeper until his hole quivers around my tongue.

‘Sir’
The third time, it had stoked the lust erupting inside of me because he’d delivered it with a moan. He’d said the word as if speaking it aloud roused him as much as it roused me to hear it, though it had done far more than turn me on.

I now craved the word almost as much as I craved Hagen himself, which was a dangerous principle when he refused to return it to me.

But I had Hagen, and I would have his ‘sir’ too.

Drawing back, I allow myself a single breath of air before I delve back in to lap at Hagen’s hole until I next find a need for air. 

I suck, kiss and eat him until his hole quivers on my lips.

“Oh, Goddess! Goddess!” Hagen sobs in a babble as he begins to shake. I smile.

He had cum twice now on my tongue, but his cock remained flushed red and achingly hard. 

I refused to touch it, but even so, I was sure he could cum if not for the vibrating band of magic I had wrapped around his balls after I’d wrestled him into position. 

“Agh! Ngh… ahh!” He moans against the sheets. His pleas now are not for mercy, but for more as he inches closer and closer to the edge.

He rocks his hip back, using my tongue to find his pleasure, and I give it to him. 

I suck on his hole, drag my teeth along the edges and feast on him while my fingers dig into his wrist.

Hagen’s moans climb, growing louder and louder until they’re rattling against the windows of our home, and what a sweet sound it is.

“Nikola!” He whines, hips moving faster now. “I-I…” he starts as his hole clenches. “I… Ugh, guahd!”

Hagen works his hips in tandem with my mouth, so close I can taste his pleasure bubbling up inside of him as his legs tremble beneath him. I feast on it— on him, using my magic to tighten the band around his balls. He tenses like a bow, his back arching before I drive my tongue deeper inside and—

Hagen cums.
His orgasm surges inside of him, rising faster than he expected, so he ends up choking on his next moan as pleasure overwhelms him.

I take him through it, never stopping or slowing, as he rides my tongue.

“Fuck. Fuck. F-Fuck!” Hagen babbles as the pleasure washes through him, coming in and out like the tide until, finally, it draws back wholly.

Eventually, his tense body relaxes, going limp as he tries to breathe against the sheets. He tries to pull away as if to tell me to stop… as if he had the right.

I lick into him, kissing and sucking on his trembling hole. 

“Nik,” Hagen whimpers, squirming desperately now, but we’d done this twice before, so he should know it’s no use. Still, my stubborn pup tries. 

I let him, only because his cries are so sweet.

“I’m sorry… I-I’m sorry!” He wails, but I know that he is not. 

If he were, he would have given me what I wanted. 

But he has not, so I enjoy my pup’s greedy hole until I need air, and can not deny it any longer. Only then do I draw back, sitting up as I do to breathe properly. 

The site I find complicates that simple task.

Shivers rake through Hagen’s naked body as he tries to catch his breath. He struggles given the fact that he is on his knees with his face pressed against the sheets and no option of righting himself. I flex my fingers, squeezing his wrists as I tug his arms further between his legs.

Hagen’s chest drags against the sheets, and he whimpers, no doubt from the coarse brush against his nipples and the knowledge of how exposed he is. 

Hagen hated being splayed open which was a shame because Hagen also looked gorgeous on his knees.

A long bead of precum drips from his twitching cock, coaxing my attention as I watch it fall. 

I swallow while I try to decide whether to lick it or let it join the rest to seep into the torn remnants of his clothing. It joins the rest.

I let my gaze rise, passing over the black band that pulses around his tight balls and tilt the energy rushing there to increase the vibrations.

“Ugh.. my… Goddess,” Hagen drawls between huffs and moans.

Still, so stubborn.

I lick over my lips as my eyes find his wet hole next. It shines with my efforts and clenches as if desperate for more. It was.

Hagen was always aching to be filled.

“You look slick.” 

It’s a thought not meant to be spoken aloud, but I find that I do not mind it when Hagen’s back flushes.

“You look as if you could take me right now,” I add as I release his hands and straighten. I undo the button of my jeans as I wait for Hagen to move, but he doesn’t. I feel my lips twitch, “Submitting already?”

Hagen stiffens a moment before he draws his arms up beneath him, though they buckle a little before he regains his strength. He turns quickly, dragging himself up the bed so that his back is safe.

The action sends a stream of pleasure straight to my cock. 

I palm myself, not bothering to hide how much I was enjoying this. 

Hagen’s gaze drops and he swallows. I hear myself groan as I track the movement, wishing to feel his throat bob around my length. 

Hagen watches me warily while I tear the clothing from my body. 

Sir. Hagen called me ‘sir’. 

The single, glorious word whirls in my mind without control, replaying itself with his sweet cadence with the promise of doing so until I heard it from his lips again.

When I’m as naked as he is, I crook a finger in his direction, “Come.”

Hagen leans forward before he seems to catch himself. He stills and glares.

I feel my fingers twitch. “I thought you wanted this.”

“Yeah, but you’re more fun when you’re angry,” he retorts, cocking a smile that makes my blood boil.

“You were apologetic a moment ago when you were cumming on my tongue,” I remind while my magic slowly eases into the space behind him. “What happened since then?”

Hagen flushes, but he does not let his bashfulness stop him. 

He jerks his shoulders into a shrug, and his golden eyes glow, “Like you said, I came.”

A vein pulses in my neck.

It is a warning, but a meagre one. By the time Hagen registers it, my magic rams into his back, landing him right within my grasp.

Wide eyes find mine, but it’s too late, and he knows it.

I grab both of his ankles and drag him to me until he’s almost falling off the bed.

Hagen sucks in a breath as he strains, but I’m stronger, much stronger.

I fold him in half, laying him out so that his legs are pressed against his chest before I latch my waiting magic around his spread thighs to keep him there. His slick cock jerks between his legs, still as flushed and hard as it’d been when I was between his legs, only now, his face is the same shade.

“This isn’t fair!” Hagen groans as he tries to free himself to no avail. 

A chuckle slips past my lips as I fix him into place so that his ass is hanging over the edge of the bed.

“No, it is not,” I agree as I take his hand in mine.

I fold his fingers one by one, taking my time until only his index finger is left, and bring it to his lips. Thick brows quiver into a frown laced with confusion as Hagen looks between me and his finger. 

A twisted tendril of pleasure slinks down my spine as I slide the digit between his lips and watch embarrassment replace his frustration.

“It’s not fair,” I chime while I force him to suck on his finger, “but when have I ever played fair with you?”

Hagen’s brown eyes bulge as I stroke his tongue with the digit. 

“You’re so wet and warm here,” I whisper while I stare at his lips. “I should replace this with my cock, hm?”

Hagen’s cheeks hollow, and as his eyes flutter, growing heavier with each blink, I know he’s imagining it.

“There you are,” I praise, spotting my pup as he peeks out to suck. “Good boy.”

Hagen moans around his finger, sinking deeper into the pits of his mind until I tug his hand back without warning. 

A soft, wounded sound slips from his lips as I drag his hand back, collecting the string of spit that follows with his knuckles. He looks lost as he blinks at me, watches through clouded lens as I lead his hand down between his spread legs, and right up to his—

“W-Wait! Wait!” Hagen stammers as almost every inch of his body flushes. He strains and tries to slow me, but I do not waver. “Nik!” he whimpers.

I groan as I slide his finger over his hole, making him touch himself. His voice cracks as he feels his finger rubs over his clenching hole.

My cock bucks as I watch and feel his mind give under the warring emotions. 

He hates it and loves it, wants to kill me and kiss me.

I give him one of the two as I take his lips with mine and push his finger inside his hole. After all the attention I’d paid there, it slides in easily. 

Hagen gasps as he takes his finger, shuddering as I drive it deeper.

“Tight, isn’t it?” I whisper between kisses. “You should feel it around my cock.”

“Jesus, Nik,” he groans as his eyes clench shut, but I don’t let him hide so easily. I take his bottom lip between mine and dig my teeth into it as I help him work the digit out and back in. “F-Fuck… this.”

I smile as I free his lip, and slide down instead so that my mouth is at his left ear.

“You’re fingering yourself, Hagen,” I whisper while I grind my cock against his thigh. “It’s your first time. How does it feel?”

“Fuck… you,” Hagen whimpers, but it’s hardly convincing when he’s already moaning.

“I will,” I promise with a tender kiss on his cheek. “But you have to open yourself up first. Can you stretch your hole for me, pup? Can you get it ready for my cock?”

I don’t give him a choice on the matter. 

I make him do it. I make him take his finger, make him feel the slide of it in and out of him while I rock against him. 

The teasing friction is barely a fraction of what I really need, but I force it to be enough for now.

“How about a second?” I ask as I pull back just enough to look at him, but his eyes are still clenched shut. Lighting strikes overhead. “Look at me, Hagen.”

Hagen’s eyes pop open immediately to answer my call.

I feel my cock leak all over him as the blood in my head rushes south.

“I asked you a question,” I whisper as I sit up and ease his finger out. My mouth goes dry as I watch Hagen’s hole clench around it, trying to keep it inside. 

My tongue feels heavy in my mouth when I speak again, “How about a second finger?”

Even as I ask the question, I lift my free hand as one of the drawers at the bed-size table opens, allowing the bottle of lube waiting inside to rise and slam into my palm. 

Hagen does not speak as he stares at me. He only pants while his heart labours to get him through this as I drench his fingers in the chill liquid.

“Are you leaving it up to me?” I prompt as I cap the bottle, and slide our fingers together and work the gel between his fingers.

Hagen’s face turns peach red as he watches me slide my fingers through his, fingering them the same way he was going to finger his hole.

“Nik,” he murmurs shakily. It’s a quiet plea, but a plea all the same.

He truly loathes this, but like me, there are things that Hagen hates that he also adores.

“You always react more to two,” I remind him as I lead his hand back down.

“Nik!” Hagen whines, straining now against the confines that keep him as my prey. 

“You can do it,” I encourage as I bring his fingers up against his hole. He whimpers with tears in his eyes that make my mind blur. “Push back.”

I wrap my finger around his knuckles before I push in, forcing the tips of the two digits to slip inside. 

There’s resistance, but only a little before his hole gives and takes them both.

Then, I don’t need to direct them at all as Hagen’s eyes roll, and he drives them in the rest of the way.

“Ah! Fuck!” He moans through clenched teeth. 

“So greedy…” 

I find his wrist again, holding tight to pull back. The second I loosen my grip, Hagen hastily drives them back in. 

He bows within his restraints, “Agh! Ngh!”

I growl my approval as I rest an arm above him and press him into the mattress. I give him my full weight so his lungs can’t fill completely.

Every breath he takes is a strained one.

“That’s it,” I purr while our hands remain between his legs. “Find your prostate, pup.”

Hagen gasps for air as he shakes all the way to the tips of his curled toes. Eyes rolling, he fingers himself, driving the two digits in every time I direct them out. 

“Curl your fingers,” I instruct with a smile as I kiss his forehead. “Curl them like I do until you find it.”

“Nik— Nikola,” he moans and oh, how it undoes me, but that’s not the name I want to hear him moan.

“Go on,” I encourage while I pant above him. “Be a good boy and do it for me.”

Hagen clamps his lips shut, and his brown eyes dart between mine. They’re riddled with resentment, but also with lust, and unfortunately for Hagen, the latter wins out.

He curls his fingers. I don’t need to see to know that he does.

He pushes it, looking for his prostate, but it’s not such an easy find for him as it is for me. His fingers are smaller, and not as long, and it’s also his first time fingering himself.

“It’s not so hard,” I promise, kissing over his red cheeks. “I do it all the time.”

Hagen tries to squirm away, but I don’t let him escape me. I follow every squirm and strain of his head so that I’m right there, claiming every puff and whine.

Despite his frustrations, Hagen keeps trying, though, pushing in and prodding until finally, his lips fall open, a familiar haze clouds his gaze, and Hagen moans.

“Agh! Ngh! Ugh!” He whimpers as he prods the spot relentlessly. 

“You found it,” I breathe, and he nods quickly. “Words, pup.”

“I-I found…ughhh, it!”

I smile, kissing him gently, “Good. Now do not stop. Give it all the attention I would.”

Hagen whines but does not waver in his task. He works his fingers in and out of his wet hole, moving so fast his hole squelches loudly. 

I grit my teeth and wrap a second band around myself to keep myself from cumming as I look down at the pretty site.

I still have my hand around his wrist, but only loosely. Hagen doesn’t need my guidance anymore; he does it all on his own.

“Good boy,” I purr, causing Hagen’s cock to spurt a bead of precum as his eyes cross.

“C-Close,” he warns in a near slur. “I’m… Goddess help me… I’m close!”

I stay quiet, wanting to give him no forewarning.

I watch on, watch him finger himself until he’s shaking all over and breathing through clenched teeth. 

I watch him approach the edge as quickly as he can, and right when he’s about to find his release, I take it away.

Locking my hand around his wrist, I pull his hand back and force his fingers to slip out of his hole

Hagen’s eyes bulge as his lips part. Nothing comes out, nothing but a silent moan as his face crumples with disbelief and fear. He’s gaping and entirely empty, and the one thing Hagen hated most was being empty.

“No,” he whimpers, sounding lost. “N-No? No. No.”

I stare at him, wondering if he’d ever smelled so sweet.

“Nik?” He breathes with a little shake of his head. 

A part of me feels almost bad for my actions because Hagen does not know what edging is, and we have never done it before, but that part quiets itself with the reminder that, in a way, he was doing the same thing to me.

“You were so close,” I whisper, frowning back at him.

He nods, but slowly, “I… I was… oh..oh…I-I–”

“You were going to cum,” I finish for him. “Why did you stop?”

Hagen’s expression crumples as he tries to work air into his lungs, but he’s so worked up and still so perilously close to the edge that he finds it staggeringly difficult. 

He doesn’t understand what’s going on even now, but I do not rush him.

He would put it together soon enough.

“Do not stop next time,” I warn as I direct his fingers back to his hole. “Once you’re stretched, I’m going to fuck you like you wanted, and I’m not going to let you cum until I break you. This is your last chance to make yourself cum before then, okay?”

Still frowning, Hagen looks up at me as he blinks slowly, “I’m…what… Nik?”

Goddess, thank you again for my blessing.

“I know,” I whisper, pecking his lips before I push his fingers. The questions quickly fade from those pretty brown eyes as his needy hole swallows his fingers. 

Hesitantly, Hagen starts fingering himself again as if scared to find such pleasure again but equally unable to stop himself from starting the pursuit.

“There,” I breathe, helping him pick up the pace.

I myself had held myself back long enough as it was and was at the end of my thread.

One more time, and then, I was going to live up to my promise.

Hagen takes his fingers happily. He fills himself with the two digits, prodding his prostate before he slides a third in without prompt.

My balls tighten as I watch him work them in until his body opens to it. We share a moan.

“Dirty boy,” I murmur. “You’re almost ready. You’re going to make yourself cum.”

Hagen’s cheeks flush as he bites into his lip. My gaze sharpens, and he immediately frees it, “S-Sorry.”

It’s like a bullet to my heart.

Even with all his posturing, there were certain rules Hagen wouldn’t break, not on purpose, at the very least.

“Faster, pup,” I rasp as I push his wrist in. “I need inside of you.”

Whimpering, Hagen pumps his fingers even faster, working as best as he can even while his body trembles at the onslaught. 

After all the teasing and waiting, if he cums, it’ll be a relief like none he’s ever known. It’ll probably be enough to make him drift into subspace and stay there while I fuck him.

But that is only if he comes, and I have no intentions of letting Hagen cum.

This time, Hagen does not tell me when he’s close. 

He begins to, in a near whisper, but then he tries to keep it quiet as if he knows what’s coming.

He switches to begging instead.

“Please,” he begs, tears already spilling from his eyes. “P-Please, Nik! Please!”

“What? Why are you asking me?” I ask, tilting my head. “You’re the one touching yourself, Hagen,” I remind as I press his fingers deeper. “These are your fingers, can’t you feel them?” 

Hagen sobs as he tries to look away, but I fill his vision, leaving him no other choice but to look at me.

“Please…” he whispers, voice breaking as his blush spreads to the tips of his ears. 

“It’s up to you whether or not you cum,” I remind him. “Make yourself cum, Hagen.”

Hagen shudders, his legs trembling. He’s on the edge and about to cum. I can taste it— can almost feel it.

“Ahh—” he starts just as I pull his wrist back. I force his fingers from his hole and myself as well, leaving him naked, empty and folded on the edge of the bed. 

Hagen howls. It’s a terrible, broken cry that is filled with misery as fresh tears spill one after the other. He strains against his bonds, trying to move his body and hands that I keep locked down too, but it is to no avail.

“You fucking—un morceau de merde (piece of shit)!”

Hagen pauses, but only to breathe and start again. 

“FUCK YOU!”

He releases a slew of profanities on me, cursing me in ways I’ve never heard and manners in which I had not thought possible. 

I need no confirmation from another to know it’s strange that I enjoy it.

“You’re so fucking sick!” Hagen spouts between blubbered tears. “I-I——”

“Yes. Yes,” I console as I fix his hips over the edge again while I find the lube again. 

I squirt some free and drench it over my length with a hiss. 

I might cum the second I enter him, but I liked fucking Hagen with my cum already inside of him, so if I did, it would be no problem.

“You’re the worst!” He declares before he feels the brush of my cock.

Suddenly, that endless hatred staggers, distracted by the one thing Hagen seemed a slave to.

“Yes, I am,” I agree as I undo the band around my cock and push inside, “now, be a good boy and let me in.”

Wet heat envelops my cock and immediately forces a heavy groan from my throat.

Hagen gasps as his rim stretches around me in a grip so tight it almost hurts. I curse but don’t stop, pushing in until his hole gives and lets the rest of my length slide in. 

“Putain…” I take my time with him, letting him feel every inch of me while I relish in every inch of him.

It’s slow for us. Slower than we’ve ever been, but I have no other choice on the matter.

Hagen came whenever I fucked him rough, but if I took my time, I could stave off those quick orgasms

I tell myself that as I slide in, but the slow slide is as torturous for him as it is for me. 

He feels so good, so tight and mine, and after how long I’ve been waiting, I can’t stop it. I don’t even try to.

Hagen clenches around me as I spill inside of him with a strangled groan. He whimpers and then quickly moans as he registers what’s happening. 

Pleasure assails me in waves that almost topple me. I dig my fingers into his thighs and tug him to me, driving my cock even deeper as the world spins as wave after wave of pure ecstasy finds me.

“Y-Yes!” Hagen moans even while he struggles to adjust.

My vision sways as I sink deeper inside, still cumming inside of him as he milks my cock with that tight hole

By the time my hips meet his, and he’s filled to the brim, my cum is already seeping out of him.

Hagen stares blankly at me while he pants with perked nipples hard and twitching like the rest of him. He hasn’t cum, but he’s close.

I slide another band around the base of his cock before I slide my hands down to his hips and get to work.

“Ahh! Agh! Mngh!” Hagen moans as my hips rock in and out of him, dragging my cock over his insides and into his prostate. “Nikola!”

His cries mix with my pleasure, making my eyes heavy as I suck in a ragged breathe.

The warmth is maddening. His hole sucks me in, sucks on my cock like those perfect lips. It sends shivers racing down my spine and pleasure straight into my balls. 

Pushing his hips back, I stare down at Hagen’s hole as I fuck into him over and over again. 

I stretch him, and he lets me in.

I thrust in hard and he lets me in.

I take my time, and still he lets me in.

He takes every inch. His hole convulses around me, tightens and quiver and Goddess—

I slam all the way in and moan.

Hagen seethes through his teeth, whimpering as his body gives under mine, but still… he doesn’t cum.

Tilting my hips back, I drag my cock out of him, moving slowly before I tow back in. I keep my pace measured, letting my hips snap into his as his hole takes me, again and again. 

Hagen’s eyes bulge every time I press against his prostate, his cock bucks recently and those nipples…so pink and hard.

It’s an aphrodisiac in itself just to watch him take me. 

“Wanna cum.. Wanna cum!” Hagen choruses as he looks down at his straining cock. He chokes out a sob. “Fuck! Ni-ah-kkk! Let me cum!” 

My eyes roll as his cries caress my ears.

I loved Hagen’s pleasure, but Goddess have mercy, I was quickly discovering that I loved his struggle more.

“Nik! Please! P-Please! Please!”

I groan, feeling my balls tingle. “Keep going.”

Hagen whines, “Nikola, pleaseeee! Ugh! Agh! I-I’m sorry.”

I cum again. His sobs get me there.

Spilling, I growl as I slam into Hagen. Rolling my hips, I slam into that shallow bundle of nerves over and over again while I fill him up.

I flood his insides with my cum, breed him again, and barely let myself finish before I turn him over, fist his hair, and slam back in.

“Ughah!” Hagen cries out as I fuck into him.

On his knees, his head strains back under my grip as his hands reach down for his cock. I let him, rumbling with pleasure as I watch him fist himself to no avail.

“Oh, Goddess!” He whines, even as his hips rock back. 

“Don’t pray to Goddess,” I growl as I yank his head back to my lips. “I’m the one fucking you.” I slam my hips in reminder, grinding my cock deep inside of him. “Beg—” Thrust “—Me.”

Hagen’s lips part on a silent cry that I hear in my soul. 

He’s falling, too quickly to stop it and too quickly to realise it. I only know cause I’m at the bottom of the pit waiting to catch him.

“Be good, pup,” I growl as I tongue the back of his neck. I lap over his mark and his hole immediately convulses around my cock. I groan as he tries to squirm away. “Be… good.”

Hagen whimpers, stuck in his mind and lost in a game he does not know how to play.

I let my magic slide between his legs and over his shaking hand. I force him to stroke himself, just as I forced him to finger his hole. He whines, but I don’t let him stop. I send a mirrored touch to his nipples, plucking at them the way I would if I didn’t have to keep his head in place and his hips up against mine.

“Nik–o–la!” Hagen moans with each slam into his prostate.

“Try again,” I huff as I force his head all the way back so that his back is arched. 

His eyes meet mine, but barely. Tears stream freely, and he’s drooling again.

He looks like I’ve already fucked his face, which is a shame ‘cause we’re not there yet.

“Say it,” I hiss as I rock us together.

Hagen blinks at me, as if he doesn’t even know what I’m talking about. But he does, he’s just a little lost.

“Come on, pup,” I encourage gently. “Ask nicely, one more time.”

Hagen watches me as I fuck into him, punching out each breath from his stubborn little body as I wait. 

“C-Can…”

Yes.

“C-Can… I… ugh!” He pauses, eyes drifting as my magic tugs at his balls, “cum…” he slurs, tongue lolling… “Sir?”

The world evaporates.

“Good boy.”

Hagen and I cum together. 

It’s more than physical. It’s spiritual. 

I catch him as he plummets into the dark spiral of our bond a moment before energy erupts within our link. My vision whitens out, blurring the world and all my senses as I cum. I feel Hagen in my mind and mine in his as the pleasure takes us both apart.

I spill into him, and his spills all over the sheets.

He sobs out a cry I barely hear as I release my binds and mount him properly.

“Sir!” He sobs, and Goddess help us.

I’m falling. 

Into him. Into my mind. Into the universe itself.

Hagen keeps himself on his hands and his knees as I slam into him, fucking him the way I wanted to in the maze. 

“Yes… yes… fuck me!” Hagen whines, and I do. 

I fuck him. I fuck him until his arms give, and he falls.

Then, I follow him down and fuck him like that too, and I don’t stop.

.

I don’t plan to stop.

Not now that I have my brat and my pup.

.

“What do you say?” I ask as he cums on my cock again.

Hagen’s eyes remain distant as cum spills from his cock, but he still answers.

“T-T-Thank… you….S-Sir for… letting… me… cum.”

.

“Good boy.”

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🌊 still applies

Thoughts?????????

It’s funny to me cause the whole book you’re like Nikola is crazy and obsessed with Hagen to worrisome degrees, then you read this and its like damn they’re really meant to be together cause who else matches each others freak to this degree.

I am without thoughts but this so I leave yall to make it up in the comments lmfaooo

Until next time,
Byeeeeeee Humanssssssssssss